Final Round - Prompt: Soulmates
Welcome one and all to the final round of the Puckurt Drabble off! As we have one final match-up, this post will serve as the Round Four master post. Please take the time to read both drabbles and vote for your favorite. The theme of this round is Trope AUs, with "Soulmates" as the single prompt. Voting will continue until noon (PDT) on Tuesday, October 30th. Good luck to both our contestants!
Prompt: Soulmates
Entry One: Faith
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor character death
His mother talks about it, often.
“One day, Kurt, you’ll meet someone, and you’ll believe. That this person will take you to deep lows and great heights. That everything is that little more vivid, more real around them. That you can talk with them for hours till sunrise, and cry without being judged, and be loved, Kurt, until you think you are too full from loving, and yet your heart keeps growing to give them room. You may not see them straight away or know them for who they are, but all it takes is a tiny shift, and then, Kurt, you’ll know. And they will love you, so, so fiercely.”
And she tucks him in, and kisses his forehead, and he dreams about this person who makes the sun rise and his soul sing.
And then his mother dies, and Kurt watches his father fade, and he vows to himself to stop believing - because what good is having a soulmate if they break your heart when they leave. And they will leave. Kurt knows it now. And so he hardens his heart, and guards his soul, never sharing his childhood dreams with anyone.
Throughout highschool, Kurt wonders if his mother was wrong. He sees glimpses of what it might be like; a soulmate. But he also sees people avoiding eachother, fighting the pull and he realises although he won’t be happy, he can be content. He doesn’t have to give his heart away, only to lose it. He can get-by with less. And when he meets Blaine, Kurt thinks that things might be okay. That although Blaine doesn’t make his soul sing, he makes his heart flutter. Sometimes. Surely, surely that’s enough?
But Blaine ends and Sebastian comes, and Sebastian ends and the seasons pass and Kurt finds himself thinking of his mother’s words everytime he shows someone the door; wondering why being content is so hard; why his soul insists on more. And he calls his dad to complain. Burt replies that all of the getting-by in the world means nothing compared to one more minute with Kurt’s mother. Nothing.
And Kurt drifts. Autumn in New York is yellow and orange and gold, but Kurt strays until he bumps into a broad chest and looks up into dark brown eyes, and a large smirk.
“Noah,” he stutters. Kurt hasn’t seen any of McKinley’s Glee club for years. But here’s Puck and Kurt opens his mouth to start a normal hey-how’ve-you-been conversation when something...shifts.
“Noah,” he says again, his brain blank because all he sees is this man’s smile. The Autumn sunlight glinting off his dark curls. The way his eyes tell Kurt stories of talking till sunrise, of crying and being held, of deep lows, but mostly...mostly of amazing heights, where Kurt’s soul is singing, and he is loved, fiercely.
“Kurt,” Noah smiles. “I’ve been looking for you for a very long time.”
“I...” Kurt stumbles. Noah catches him, and Kurt knows; he knows and he believes.
Entry Two: Lách et Aman
For as long as he remembers, nighttime has always been his favorite moment of the day.
He loves bedtime, not only for the stories or the cuddles before sleeping, but mostly for the dreams.
Indeed, if daytimes are often a bit nightmarish, nighttimes are wonderful, full of adventures, romances and friends.
He feels like one of the Sliders. Every night he jumps from time to time, changing his name and appearance but always knowing who he is and who the others are. They are four: Bû and Blàth, his friends, Lách himself and his Aman.
Aman is always there, every night.
The first time they “met”, they were gladiators fighing for their lives and Lách lost his life saving Aman's. They get on the Mayflower, travel to the West for gold digging, meet in a market in San Francisco in the Eighties. During World War II he chose to love Aman at the expense of his own security. That is just a sample of all the lives they shared. They met, loved, fought, separated and died so many times that he has to write them down so they aren’t forgotten.
Aman has been in turn his best friend, his lover, his wife, his husband. They seem to have been everything for each other but now, for a few days, they are nothing.
He only sees him in his memories or when he reads his notebooks. For the first time in his life, his nights are more like nightmares than dreams.
The following day is his first as a freshman, and he hopes it's going to be better than middle school. Why can't he have Bû, Blàth and Aman in his real life, even more now that he doesn't have them at night?
When he arrives at school he has a hunch, a feeling of déjà-vu. He glances at the dumpster and shivers, hoping that his dream doesn't come true. It doesn't for him, but for the redheaded guy just before him.
The feeling of dejà-vu follows him all day long. There is something or someone, somewhere that he knows, but he can't say what it is. So he keeps his eyes open, but nothing stands out - at least until his last class.
The lesson is barely beginning when the door opens, giving way to a boy with a Mohawk and a defensive attitude. As soon as he comes in, there is a shift in the atmosphere and the déjà-vu increases. The boy looks around him and heads to the empty seat on Kurt's right.
They look stealthily at each other all hour long without saying a word.
They are aware that something changed between who they were this morning and who they are now.
When the bell rings neither says anything; but Kurt finally finds the courage to act and quietly calls, “Aman?”
The boy, who was about to leave, turns around and, eyes wide open, asks as softly: “Lách?”
Kurt simply nods, smiles. No words needed, they know.
Poll Prompt: Soulmates
Prompt: Soulmates
Entry One: Faith
Rating: PG
Warning: Minor character death
His mother talks about it, often.
“One day, Kurt, you’ll meet someone, and you’ll believe. That this person will take you to deep lows and great heights. That everything is that little more vivid, more real around them. That you can talk with them for hours till sunrise, and cry without being judged, and be loved, Kurt, until you think you are too full from loving, and yet your heart keeps growing to give them room. You may not see them straight away or know them for who they are, but all it takes is a tiny shift, and then, Kurt, you’ll know. And they will love you, so, so fiercely.”
And she tucks him in, and kisses his forehead, and he dreams about this person who makes the sun rise and his soul sing.
And then his mother dies, and Kurt watches his father fade, and he vows to himself to stop believing - because what good is having a soulmate if they break your heart when they leave. And they will leave. Kurt knows it now. And so he hardens his heart, and guards his soul, never sharing his childhood dreams with anyone.
Throughout highschool, Kurt wonders if his mother was wrong. He sees glimpses of what it might be like; a soulmate. But he also sees people avoiding eachother, fighting the pull and he realises although he won’t be happy, he can be content. He doesn’t have to give his heart away, only to lose it. He can get-by with less. And when he meets Blaine, Kurt thinks that things might be okay. That although Blaine doesn’t make his soul sing, he makes his heart flutter. Sometimes. Surely, surely that’s enough?
But Blaine ends and Sebastian comes, and Sebastian ends and the seasons pass and Kurt finds himself thinking of his mother’s words everytime he shows someone the door; wondering why being content is so hard; why his soul insists on more. And he calls his dad to complain. Burt replies that all of the getting-by in the world means nothing compared to one more minute with Kurt’s mother. Nothing.
And Kurt drifts. Autumn in New York is yellow and orange and gold, but Kurt strays until he bumps into a broad chest and looks up into dark brown eyes, and a large smirk.
“Noah,” he stutters. Kurt hasn’t seen any of McKinley’s Glee club for years. But here’s Puck and Kurt opens his mouth to start a normal hey-how’ve-you-been conversation when something...shifts.
“Noah,” he says again, his brain blank because all he sees is this man’s smile. The Autumn sunlight glinting off his dark curls. The way his eyes tell Kurt stories of talking till sunrise, of crying and being held, of deep lows, but mostly...mostly of amazing heights, where Kurt’s soul is singing, and he is loved, fiercely.
“Kurt,” Noah smiles. “I’ve been looking for you for a very long time.”
“I...” Kurt stumbles. Noah catches him, and Kurt knows; he knows and he believes.
Entry Two: Lách et Aman
For as long as he remembers, nighttime has always been his favorite moment of the day.
He loves bedtime, not only for the stories or the cuddles before sleeping, but mostly for the dreams.
Indeed, if daytimes are often a bit nightmarish, nighttimes are wonderful, full of adventures, romances and friends.
He feels like one of the Sliders. Every night he jumps from time to time, changing his name and appearance but always knowing who he is and who the others are. They are four: Bû and Blàth, his friends, Lách himself and his Aman.
Aman is always there, every night.
The first time they “met”, they were gladiators fighing for their lives and Lách lost his life saving Aman's. They get on the Mayflower, travel to the West for gold digging, meet in a market in San Francisco in the Eighties. During World War II he chose to love Aman at the expense of his own security. That is just a sample of all the lives they shared. They met, loved, fought, separated and died so many times that he has to write them down so they aren’t forgotten.
Aman has been in turn his best friend, his lover, his wife, his husband. They seem to have been everything for each other but now, for a few days, they are nothing.
He only sees him in his memories or when he reads his notebooks. For the first time in his life, his nights are more like nightmares than dreams.
The following day is his first as a freshman, and he hopes it's going to be better than middle school. Why can't he have Bû, Blàth and Aman in his real life, even more now that he doesn't have them at night?
When he arrives at school he has a hunch, a feeling of déjà-vu. He glances at the dumpster and shivers, hoping that his dream doesn't come true. It doesn't for him, but for the redheaded guy just before him.
The feeling of dejà-vu follows him all day long. There is something or someone, somewhere that he knows, but he can't say what it is. So he keeps his eyes open, but nothing stands out - at least until his last class.
The lesson is barely beginning when the door opens, giving way to a boy with a Mohawk and a defensive attitude. As soon as he comes in, there is a shift in the atmosphere and the déjà-vu increases. The boy looks around him and heads to the empty seat on Kurt's right.
They look stealthily at each other all hour long without saying a word.
They are aware that something changed between who they were this morning and who they are now.
When the bell rings neither says anything; but Kurt finally finds the courage to act and quietly calls, “Aman?”
The boy, who was about to leave, turns around and, eyes wide open, asks as softly: “Lách?”
Kurt simply nods, smiles. No words needed, they know.
Poll Prompt: Soulmates