Warning: There's cursing. Y'know, the BIG bad words. If you don't like curse words, then leave while you can~
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"Soulmate AU where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you"
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Arthur always loved a nice walk through the park.

At least he used to. A warm walk along the pathway of the scenic park was all fine and good, until Arthur actually took the time to look around and notice everybody holding hands, hugging and kissing, with their soulmates that they were oh so grateful for.

Arthur, of course, hadn't found his soulmate quite yet. While everyone else was snuggling on the benches or talking fondly with their destined lover, teenagers and adults alike, Arthur was well nearing 24 and was still sadly alone.

As he strolled along the path, his arms crossed tightly across his chest and a frown playing on his lips, he passed a bench that held a peculiar sight. A man, with strangely captivating indigo eyes and elegantly wavy blonde hair, sitting alone on the bench. No woman, or man, accompanying him whatsoever. He seemed to be twiddling with his thumbs, and he was biting his bottom lip with an expression of what seemed to be slight frustration as he stared off at nothing in particular.

'Huh... That's strange.' Arthur thought to himself, unaware that he had stopped walking and was now just staring at the other man. 'It couldn't possibly be that he doesn't have soulmate either, right?'

Suddenly, the man gasped. He hurriedly pulled the sleeve of his cerulean colored sweater up and looked at his wrist...

The man in question was a certain Frenchman named Francis Bonnefoy, who had moved to England from France a little over 6 years ago. 26 years old and going on 27, he still had yet to find his soulmate and was as desperate as ever.

So, every day he came to the park and sat on a bench, only hoping that maybe someone would fill the empty spot beside him, simultaneously filling the empty hole in his heart. It was foolproof plan, he concluded, at least for somebody like him.

Without a soulmate, he lacked a tattoo on his wrist like everybody else in the park. At this point, he was feeling kind of hopeless. Maybe he would never find his soulmate, and he would spend the rest of his life, living alone in a cramped apartment, awaiting the day for his soulmate to come to him, yet neve--

He felt a tingling feeling on his wrist. He gasped. This couldn't be it...

He quickly pulled his sweater sleeve to uncover his wrist. He nearly cried when he saw the fancy text in black ink scrawled on his skin:

"Huh... That's strange."
-Arthur Kirkland

'Arthur Kirkland...' It was only then Francis noticed the man who was standing a ways away from him in front of his bench. His nearly glowing emerald green eyes were gentle, holding a sense of wonder as he stared into Francis's own indigo eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen, accompanied by some peculiarly bushy eyebrows. Not that it took away from his attractiveness. He was very slender, not too tall, and he didn't look at all muscular. His blonde hair stuck out messily in every direction, which Francis thought only added to how hot he looked, and he had a certain gentlemanly air to him.

'Fuck, he's sexy...'

Arthur felt a strange feeling in his wrist. 'No way...' He looked down at his wrist to see black ink forming the fancily written words:

"Fuck, he's sexy..."
-Francis Bonnefoy

His eyes shot back up to Francis, an uncontrollable blush flaring on his face. Francis looked as if he realized what had happened and the same blush made its way onto his face.

Francis hesitantly raised his hand to wave at Arthur. Arthur returned the greeting with a nod, before he quickly turned on his heels and ran off in the same direction he came.

"Ah! Wait, Arthur!" Francis scrambled from his seat and ran after him. He murmured apologies as he pushed through the crowd, trying to catch up with the other man.

Arthur came to a stop, panting heavily and nearly keeling over. "Christ... I fucking hate running..." He glanced behind to see Francis running toward him, and he was too late to try and escape.

Francis stopped behind him, also panting. "Arthur..." His voice was laced with a peculiar, attractive accent. French, maybe. "I'm sorry, we got off on the wrong foot..."

He straightened himself up and offered a hand to Arthur. "I'm Francis. Your..." He almost laughed giddily at the words, "Your soulmate."

Arthur turned to face him, a light pink blush still on his face. He took Francis's hand and shook it, though refused to make eye contact, instead keeping his eyes to the floor with a slight pout. He replied in hushed tone, "I know that already... I'm Arthur..."

Francis smiled. Already, Arthur was cute as hell. "Well... I've been waiting on that bench for my soulmate for a long while. I'm so happy I found you."

Arthur would be lying if he said that smile didn't make his heart absolutely soar. And, despite the rather embarrassing soulmate mark he had received from him, he was happy to find Francis after years of honestly feeling rejected. "As am I." He agreed, looking into his eyes yet again. "I was starting to feel as though I would never find a soulmate... All these happy couples were making me painfully jealous." He stuck his tongue out in a rude gesture.

'Adorable.' "Ah, same here. But now, I have an adorable little Brit to make me feel loved~" He winked. "You seem like quite the gentleman."

Arthur put a finger to Francis's lips. He spoke, teasing, "Not so fast. I'm not exactly comfortable with you yet, Frog." He heard Francis scoff in false annoyance at the nickname. "So don't get any ideas in your head. We may be soulmates, but relationships aren't that easy."

Francis shrugged, taking Arthur's wrist to move his hand away. "Eh. I tried."

"Yes, well..." The embarrassed blush that had finally gone away quickly resurfaced, though only lightly, as he held up his wrist to showcase the black text. "I'm glad you think I'm sexy."

Francis snickered, a blush appearing on his face as well, "I'm glad you think I'm strange. And, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Arthur dropped his arm back to his side, turning to walk away. "There's nothing you can do about it now. For now, just follow me. Looking a bit closer, I've found that I'm actually quite infatuated with you."

Francis followed, soon walking by his side, "Really? After a mere five minutes? It seems this relationship is moving faster than you thought~"

The Brit lightly slapped him on the back of the head. "Oh, hush."