This is a soulmate AU. In this universe there are people who have soulmate marks and others who don't have one. There is no discrimination or anything for the two kinds, there is no 'one is better than the other' thing. It's just one of the realities of life. This story comes with a twist though. Soulmates are most compatible on every level, physically, emotionally, intellectually as well as age-wise. However, what happens if you meet your soulmate in your mid-teens only to find out that he is just a toddler? Lest assured, there will be no creepy child sex or anything here. Story of 17-year old Schuyler Raverton and his 5-year-old soulmate Olliver Langdon and their journey into adulthood and finally getting together.
View MoreIt was a pleasant evening in the quaint little town of Mauverton when almost-seventeen-year-old Schuyler Raverton was returning home after treating himself to some pastries from his favorite local bakery. He was also carrying a couple of parcels for his parents, especially his mother who had a bit of a sweet-tooth. The only Raverton child, a genius in all regards, was home for his spring break opting to spend time with his parents and researching rather than partying and frolicking with his low-IQ peers at the university. The wind was soothing and nature was showering its blessings as varied colored flowers were filling the air with their fragrance. Spring was Schuyler’s favorite season, especially if he got the time to spend it in the countryside.
Today felt especially different, though. The moment Schuyler stepped outside his house he had something of an epiphany. He ignored the thrumming in his chest that was indicative of something special, although he believed that the world was full of lives that were interwoven and what they called the gut-feeling was in fact unconscious mind calculating the sequence of happenings.
By the time Schuyler had finished his errands and bought the sweets, he had forgotten all about his hunch; that is until he came across a children’s park. Suddenly, Schuyler felt a strong pull at his navel and the said pull became stronger and stronger until it was so painful that the teenager instinctively dropped the bag of treats and keeled over clutching his stomach. He did not understand what was happening but soon he found himself moving towards a child who was playing and laughing in the park. Although there were many other kids, Schuyler only saw that one young boy and was moving closer to him as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope. Schuyler remained in daze as he acknowledged how beautiful the child was, with long brunet curls and rosy chubby cheeks. The kid who must be somewhere around five or six years old was laughing and playing, mostly running after butterflies and bugs with a small jar in his plump hands. Schuyler had never experienced this feeling before. He couldn’t understand why he found the child so mesmerizing. He suddenly wanted to know the kid, see his eyes, feel the softness of his shining curls, pick him up, toss him in the air, see him laugh carelessly… Schuyler abruptly stopped his progress and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do, he was sure he was no child molester, but this feeling was too strong to ignore.
The child stiffened suddenly and turned to face Schuyler who was now only a couple of steps away. Schuyler, involuntarily crouched down to the child’s height, unknowing of any surroundings. Both of them stood still as their eyes met, as if they were unable to move. Schuyler couldn’t believe how amazingly clear and deep the child’s eyes were, they were like blue green deep pools of sea. He had no idea how long the two of them were staring at each other, when the child did something unexpected. The child extended his hand as if to touch Schuyler, which broke the older boy out of his trance. He slowly reached out to take the little hand and when they touched the feeling could only be described as electrifying.
Then immediately the little boy let go of his hand and screamed, clutching the left side of his neck. Schuyler too could feel stinging burning sensation on the right side of his neck where his soulmate mark was. He could feel the mark burning as he finally understood what was happening. But his concern was all for the little boy who was now crying as he felt his mark burning as well. Hearing the boy crying, a woman came running towards them. She cried out, “Olliver!,” and pulled her baby in her arms and started asking him what had happened and if he was okay.
Now realizing the entire situation, Schuyler still in shock, started moving away slowly. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He had just met his soulmate and his soulmate was just a baby. Schuyler didn’t realize he was crying as he moved away from the boy. The mother must have realized something by now and she looked at Schuyler with fierce anger in her eyes. Schuyler felt a chill run down his spine and he turned around and started running towards his house.
Ten Years Later: London Crime Scene"Mr. Raverton, for you," Olliver Raverton, at mere 27 was one of the most revered scientists in England. Tall, curly dark hair, pale, smooth skin, high cheek bones probably the envy of most Hollywood actors, Olliver had grown into a handsome and attractive young man. His love for chemicals and experiments had only grown further and he was now working with top pharmaceutical manufacturers to improve all sorts of medications.The researcher looked at the small note that the man in suit was offering him and without even taking a second's glance he told the man, "He can wait, I am working." The man reluctantly stepped back, knowing he had been dismissed. Olliver went back to his experiment, adjusting his protective glasses and started jotting down his observations in his little blue diary. This diary, a gift from Schuyler, was customized to write down all the details of a chemical experiment. The older man had assured th
Three Years LaterOlliver was growing up into a tall and handsome man and it was becoming more and more difficult for Schuyler to ignore how his body was reacting towards his soulmate. Olliver was tall with the same baby blue sparkling eyes and had now developed cheek bones to die for. His thick, brunet curls kept bouncing, giving him bed hair most of the time. He never cared about taming his hair, if he does it purposely to torture Schuyler, it was not sure. Lately though it was getting more and more difficult. Olliver was acting unlike himself, but still like himself. Schuyler couldn't understand at all why he was uncomfortable. Was it all him or was Olliver doing it on purpose? It had gotten worse when Olliver had requested his mother to let him stay at Schuyler's place for at least the first week of his holidays. So the two boys were alone in Schuyler's big house and the government official had never felt so out of breath before. Olliver had taken to roam
Two Years Later Schuyler was now gaining popularity as one of the most intelligent political strategists in his circle. He had gained several promotions and his name was making rounds among the parties of all wings. Only his name was famous though and it seemed like buzzing everywhere. Not many people had had the opportunity to meet him in person and most people whispered about him rather than talk or ask about him. He had somehow ended up working behind the scenes, rather than become a public figure. This worked just fine for Schuyler. This evening Schuyler was at a discreet bar, sorry gentlemen's club, where he had visited a handful of times over the years. Ever since he met Olliver, who was now fourteen and growing-up fast, the number of his sexual encounters had reduced drastically. He had taken to visit this club only when it happened to be too much to bear. He ordered posh escorts, who he could have a pleasant time with for just a night. Over t
Five and Half Years Later: LondonSchuyler at just twenty-two, was already climbing steadily up the political ladder. As soon as he had taken the job, holding small position in the government, he had bought a house in London that was located fairly close to Olliver's house. He wanted to be able to meet Olliver whenever needed. He had kept his house open to Abigail and Olliver, asking them to visit whenever they wanted. He had given them a key, just in case.Olliver was now nearing his twelfth birthday and he was already finishing his 9th grade. The boy was enthusiastically gaining more and more knowledge about all things in the world, gobbling up big books on science and all things in the universe. He had developed a special fascination with chemicals and their reactions with each other. Much to Schuyler’s delight and also fear, Olliver had taken over the small garage at Schuyler’s home to conduct his experiments. Although, this was very ad
About Seven Months Later: Cambridge University CampusIt was a beautiful sunny Monday morning so Schuyler decided to sit by the lake and continue to work on his traditional Madarin. He had arrived last night from London, having spent the weekend at Olliver's place. He was amazed at how fast the toddler was growing, both in his intellectual abilities as well as physical attributes. This weekend was special as they had planned to have a picnic at Hyde Park, which Olliver had wanted to visit for a while. It seemed that one of friends at school was boasting pictures of his visit and that had gotten the little genius excited. Over the months, Abigail had become comfortable having Schuyler around and she was pleased at how the teenager was guiding her son in learning new things. She had made all of the favorites for both boys and they had hopped on the tube to the park on Saturday. Schuyler and Olliver enjoyed themselves a lot, especially after the toddler caught a
"I am not sure how to explain everything to Olliver. I mean, since he met Schuyler, he knows there's a connection between the two, but he is still just a five-year old..."Craig sighed as Abigail explained her concerns but it was Schuyler who answered, "Why should he understand anything right away?" The teenager was just returning to the living room after settling Olliver in the adjoining room with book. Schuyler was pleased to see that Olliver was more interested in the rows and rows of books available in the room rather than the piles of video games. When Olliver had settled down with a book on rare flesh-eating plants around the world, Schuyler had returned and overheard Abigail talking."Schuyler.."Schuyler shook his head, "No mama, hear me out please." The three adults glanced at each other but nodded anyway."Olliver doesn't need to understand the depth of the connection right away. We are just going to be friends now. All that is important is that
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