The Stars Made Us (Part 13)
Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?
(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)
Word Count: 1043
Warnings: angst and language throughout
Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo
Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!
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After the headache of moving, closing leases, and everything else was beginning to wrap up, all you had left was finishing up the packing. However, early in the afternoon on Thursday, the day before you were set to head back, you got a text from your parents.
“We’d like to invite the two of you to dinner. You pick the place. See you at 6!”
You stopped everything and stared at your phone.
“What’s the matter?” Charles asked, noting the change in your demeanor.
“My parents just asked us to dinner.”
“Oh, well that was nice of them.”
“Nice, yeah,” you murmured. “But right after we had a huge blow up? Right after they basically said they’ll disown me for being with you?”
“Maybe they’ve come around.”
“Why would they suddenly do that?” you asked.
He shrugged, smiling. “I don’t know darling, they’re your parents,” he stated with a laugh.
You narrowed your eyes. “Why do I feel like you know more than you’re saying?”
“Know more about your parents? Why on earth would I--”
“You’re avoiding the question with a question,” you challenged.
“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” he ordered in a stern tone.
“Not all of us can read minds, Charles, so we’re left to use other devices,” you snapped with a twitch of an eyebrow. “Tell me.”
He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Alright, I may have talked to your parents the other day, by myself. I went over to their house and just… had them hear my side of things.”
“You ambushed my parents?!” you asked, getting angry.
“Not ambushed! I spoke to them, calmly. No one was angry when I arrived or when I left, I promise. I also didn’t use any of my powers on them. I just talked to them man to parents, I swear. I saw how badly you were hurting. I just wanted to help. Please don’t be angry.”
“Charles,” you groaned, putting your hand over your face. “This wasn’t your place.”
“I know. I might’ve over stepped a boundary, I understand that. I just couldn’t stand to see you in pain and I thought maybe if they heard it straight from me, it wouldn’t be like you fighting my battles. Their issue is with me, and how I handled a situation. I wanted to shed light on that for them.”
You peered at him, your lips pulling to one side of your face.
“It’s not so bad, I guess. Something must be good to come from it,” you noted. “I just… I want them to like you, that’s all.”
“Well, we’ll see what this night has in store,” he offered with a smile, his hands lightly gripping your biceps.
You replied back to your parents with a place in mind. A place you hadn’t been for some time but would love to show Charles. You two set to work, trying to pack quickly and then dashed out to meet your parents.
They got up to give you both a hug -- Okay, this is different, you thought.
“So, what’s with the dinner date?” you asked with a slight laugh and smile.
“Well, we just wanted to let you know we support the two of you being together,” your mom informed, gripping your dad’s hand on the table.
“You are?” you questioned, surprised. “Why?”
“Well we talked about it, after Charles came over, and we remembered how we’ve had our ups and downs too,” Frank informed.
“Yeah, but all couples do and you still were against it, so why the change?”
“Well couples fight, but what you two had was different, and we remembered that we’ve had some rough times ourselves.”
Tracy chimed in with, “People can still hurt each other deeply, and still be very much in love.”
“That doesn’t mean you can keep doing it,” Frank reiterated earnestly. “But, at the same time, we can understand where both of you are coming from. We respect that, and we’re glad you’re trying to make this work.”
“Well, to be honest, there’s nothing to ‘make’ work,” you informed, looking at Charles with love in your eyes. “Now that Charles is healing from his depression, we’re rather happy.”
“We’re glad to hear that, honey,” Tracy responded. “Now that all that’s out of the way, should we eat?”
“Absolutely,” you said with a laugh.
And the rest of the night went smoothly. They got to know Charles much better, talking to him about his work, his studies, even his family a little bit. The dinner was actually fun and Charles got a few laughs from your parents and by the end of the night you felt better about everything.
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The next morning the movers were there bright and early to pack up your home. It was bittersweet. This was all you had known. With little furniture and only some boxes, it was a quick load. Before you knew it, they were ready to leave. They set forth towards the mansion several hours away and you and Charles headed to your parents to say goodbye.
It was tearful for your mom and you but you assured them you would video chat and visit as much as possible and with that, you left for your new home with Charles.
The ride was a long one but when you got there, the whirlwind began. Just as you started to direct the movers to put your armoire in your bedroom, suddenly, Charles turned to you and said, "What if we put that in my room?"
"Your room, but…"
"The way I see things… we will end up there anyway, at some point, correct? So why move your belongings twice?"
"Well yeah but… are we there yet?" You asked nervously. "I know I love you, but i just met you not too long ago. You dont think this is rushing it?"
"Rushing what? 10 years of connection?" He asked with a smile before brushing your hair behind your ear. "Look, we’ll try it out and see if it works out. If it doesn’t, we’ll move your things back to your room.”
You nodded slowly. “I’d like to try this out,” you informed.
“Excellent. Alright, take that up to the last room on the left, upstairs,” he instructed the movers and by the end of the day, you were moved in.
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Drabble #04 - 6K followers celebration
Requested by: @solaramoonset
Pairing: Loki x Bucky
Type of content: fluff
Starter: “Why exactly is there a kitten in your hoodie?”
Warnings: -
Words: 698
A/N: Here’s the fluffy drabble, such as requested, but with a little snarkiness from both Bucky and Loki’s side. They mean well, and the ending is sweet enough to make you want to grab for a toothbrush.
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“Why exactly is there a kitten in your hoodie?” Loki asked while briefly looking up from his book.
Not a second before Bucky had entered the room, the kitten - which was the pocket of his hoodie - mewed and peeked its head out from that pocket. Bucky chuckled and gently lifted the white, fluffy kitten out, holding it affectionately in his arms. The little feline let out a series of meows, seemingly quite talkative.
“I found it o-”
“Her,” Loki interrupted him.
“What?”
“The kitten is female.”
“How are you sure. Maybe it’s a he, or neither. Or, just like you, genderfluid.”
“Careful there, Barnes,” Loki hissed, briefly glancing up from his book to give the soldier a withering glare.
Ever since Thor had told the Avengers that Loki could shape-shift into a woman, they had been teasing Loki sometimes. Of course it was all friendly teasing, and often Loki handled it with grace and with mischief of his own, but on bad days it seemed to be a touchy subject.
Today was obviously a bad day…
Bucky had already known that when he had entered the room and Loki had engaged in a conversation without putting his book away. He knew he was close to misstepping, but he pressed on nonetheless. “How do you know she’s a she?”
“Because she just told me,” Loki shrugged, not looking up. Bucky was silent for a moment and Loki looked up from his book for the third time, giving the man a weary, irritated look. “Is it just convenient for you to forget I speak All-speak or is your memory that bad?”
This time it was Bucky who gave a withering glare and said, “Now who has to be careful?”
Loki snorted disdainfully and his eyes wandered back to the pages of his book.
“Found her on a mission,” Bucky declared. “She was alone. Probably abandoned.” The kitten jumped from his hold to scramble through the room and hide under a cabinet. “Shit,” Bucky murmured and went to the cabinet to lie flat on his belly to get the cat out.
The kitten hissed and put up a fuzz from her hiding spot. “Ow!” Bucky exclaimed, after the cat had lashed out. “Come here,” he growled, but the kitten kept scratching him. Bucky sighed. “Fickle thing.”
“No, she wants to be left alone,” Loki declared monotonous.
Bucky got to his feet and huffed. “Fine! I’m off to bed,” and he stalked out of the room, slightly agitated by the behavior of the little feline.
However, sleep kept alluding him, tossing and turning as the hours ticked by. Bucky feared for the little kitten. Loki was often mischievous - quite harmless - but on his bad days he could be extremely mean, and it wouldn’t matter who would take the brunt.
Pushing the blankets to the side, Bucky got out of bed. He had to check on the little feline.
When Bucky entered the common room to look for her, the lights were dimmed and all was silent. As his eyes fell on the couch, Bucky smiled. It was still occupied by an in black leather clad God, but he had fallen asleep. Loki’s book was halfway to the floor, dangling from his fingertips with his index finger still between pages. On his chest, tucked into a ball underneath his chin, lay the white kitten, seemingly content and as fast asleep as her living pillow.
Bucky pulled out his phone to take a photograph. “Pics or it didn’t happen,” the Spider-kid always said. This picture would definitely go in their Avengers Whats-app group. Frankly, Bucky still didn’t understand much about that program, but it was amusing.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., what’s a name fitting a kitten that prefers… Well-” Bucky made a gesture towards the couch, “-Loki?”
“I think ‘Sigrid’ would be befitting. It is old Norse for ‘marvellous victory’.”
Bucky nodded. It was fitting indeed. Any kitten that could conquer Loki on a bad day was worthy indeed of that name.
Before leaving the room, Bucky said softly, “good night, Sigrid and Loki.”
“Good night, Soldier,” Loki said.
Bucky startled, but with a smile on his face he left the room.
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