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Sphinx?

Phinks x Reader - soulmate au

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: crack fic, cussing, breaking and entering

Author’s Note: this was written for @trassh-senpai for a secret santa gift! First time writing Phinks. It’s pretty cracky, possibly a little ooc for Phinks but 🤷 Let me know what you think!

“Fucking Hell!”

Those words first appeared in a nice crimson color on the inner part of your bicep when you were eight years old. It was written in the worst chicken scratch you’d ever seen, but that didn’t stop you from sounding it out.

“Ffff-uh-ck-ing….Huh-eh-ll. Fuck-ing Hell? Fucking Hell!” you shouted with delight once you finally figured out what it said. Your parents’ souls almost ascended right then and there. They scolded you and did their best to cover up the tattoo because “a child like you should not be associated with such foul language and obscenities”. There were also mummerings of “what kind of path is our child going down?” and “what have we done to deserve this?”. Your parents had always been a little over dramatic.

As you got older, you figured there was a funny story behind your soulmate’s first words to you.

Most of your friends had, in your opinion, boring tattoos. “Oh, excuse me” , “Do you have a pencil I could borrow?”, “What’s the wifi password?”, “I like your hair”, and so on. All boring. All predictable. You were glad that yours was different and wasn’t so expected. It had the makings of a funny story that you would be glad to tell others once you had met your soulmate.

Today was not the day. The bakery you normally go to was out of your favorite sweet treats, the salon cancelled your hair appointment last minute, and you received an email from your professor saying that you needed to retake your midterm as something on his end had glitched and prevented him from seeing your answers. The one saving grace was that you were able to snag one of the last loaves of the good bread at the bakery. You were in a hurry to get home in order to put this awful day behind you, when a brute of a man slammed his shoulder into you. Normally, you would just ignore it and keep going. But not only did your shoulder ache, your loaf of bread had been crushed. That was the final straw.

“Hey, buddy! Why don’t you watch where you’re going? You rude ass Gucci wannabe,” you yelled at the back of the man who practically mowed you over.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at you.

“Fucking Hell!’

Your bicep burned as the blond man scowled the phrase etched on your arm. You pulled your arm out of your sweater sleeve and pulled up your t-shirt sleeve to see that the tattoo had changed from crimson to black, as if it had been solidified.

The man also pulled his arm out of his jacket sleeve and tattooed on his bicep in your handwriting was the angry phrase you had just uttered.

“Wait. You? You’ve absolutely got to be kidding me!” you did not have time for this today.

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the opening of an alleyway.

“Do you know how much shit I get for this tattoo every day?”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so RUDE, you’d have a very different tattoo, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, the scowl remaining on his face.

“If you’re not careful, your face will get stuck like that,” you tried to lighten the situation, but when his face stayed the exact same, you decided to just keep flaming the fire. “What’s your name, Gucci man?”

His face turned red. “Not fuckin’ Gucci man.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll start. My name is ______. And your name is…,” you elongated the last word waiting for him to answer.

“Phinks,” he said through gritted teeth.

“What was that? Pinks?”

“Phinks!” he said with a little more authority in his voice.

“Okay, well Sphinx, you owe me another loaf of bread. Let’s go,” you grabbed his wrist and began to drag him back to the bakery. You had expected he would put up a little more resistance, but he willingly let you drag him.

Luckily, the bakery still had one loaf left and you were able to grab it.

“Alright, you got your stupid bread. Let’s go,” he said as he began to walk out.

“Hold on there, bud. You’re paying for this.”

“The hell I am, just walk out. I ain’t paying for your stupid bread,” he turned again, but you snatched his wrist.

“Phinks, don’t make a scene. Just pay the people. You DO have money, right?”

“What kinda stupid question...yeah, I got money-”

“Then get it out.”

“I ain’t-”

“Now.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes while pulling out a handful of bunched up bills and some random coins. He dropped it on the counter and walked out.

“Hold on, sir. This is too much!” the assistant tried to stop him.

“I’ll give it back to him, sorry about that,” you gave them a smile and ran after the grumpy man.

“Dude, what’s your problem? Here’s your change,” you shoved the money into his hand.

Phinks stood there for a few moments staring at the money you had just put back into his hand, a scowl plastered all over his face.

“I’m sorry if I came off too strong in there. I have a tendency to say whatever’s on my mind and if I embarrassed you, then I’m sorry,” you tried your best to sound sincere. You were being sincere, but you also weren’t going to tolerate a grown man acting so childish.

He opened his mouth, but before any words came out, a short man appeared out of nowhere.

“Phinks, you’re late. We were supposed to meet at the old factory 20 minutes ago.”

“Yeah, sorry. I got...caught up with something. Give me 2 minutes.”

The short man nodded and disappeared into a nearby alley.

“Look, I wasn’t expecting to meet my soulmate today. Wasn’t actually ever expecting to meet you ever. But here you are. And I would like to get to know ya. You seem...alright. Like you can hold your own,” his face was turning red as he was staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I think we got off on the wrong foot. We can exchange phone numbers or something.”

“Phinks!” the voice from the alley shouted.

“I’ll see ya around, ______.”

You blinked and he was gone. It seemed that he was trying to let you down easy. You hugged your loaf of bread on the walk home, trying to make sense of your encounter.

The sun was shining through your bedroom window and the smell of coffee filled your apartment. You didn’t remember setting the automatic timer for the coffee pot or even preparing it, but yesterday had been so bizarre that you figured you had forgotten about the coffee. Preparing for a lazy day ahead of you, you threw on your most comfortable sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. You headed toward the kitchen to pour yourself some coffee and start making some breakfast. In the middle of the counter were some droopy flowers and a partially smashed box of donuts. The blond haired man from yesterday walked into the kitchen just as you noticed his gifts.

You spat out your coffee, “Fucking hell! Sphinx! What the fuck, dude? What the-how the hell did you get in here?”

“Damn, calm down darlin’. I was just tryin’ to apologize,” he grabbed some paper towels and started cleaning up the mess you just made.

“How did you find me?” you asked, still in disbelief that he was standing in your kitchen.

“You weren’t that hard to track down, babe. You, uh, left this behind yesterday,” he held up your driver’s license.

How did that get left behind? You thought to yourself.

“Anyway, I need you to come with me. My boss wants to meet you,” he mumbled as his cheeks began to turn pink.

“Phinks, I don’t even know what you do. Why would your boss want to meet me?”

“Listen, ______. Here’s the thing. Either you come with me and we can be together like we’re supposed to or you’ll never see me again. There is no domestic lifestyle for me. And you can either accept that and leave this behind or you keep what you have going on, but leave me behind.”

This was all so sudden and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to react. Your soulmate, whom you had just met yesterday, was telling you that you had to leave everything you knew behind if you wanted to be with him.

“There must be a reason why we’re soulmates. I’d like to think it’s because we’re able to really understand each other,” he grabbed your hands and held them in his. “I would never let anything bad happen to you. I know I’m a little rough around the edges, but I can make a good life for us. There are plenty of good things I’ve missed out on, but you are one thing I don’t want to have to miss out on.”

You stared at your hands and his hands intertwined. It felt right. It felt safe.

“Please, ______,” his hands moved to cup your face. His eyes were intense and sincere. What did you have to lose taking a chance on him? You leaned up and as soon as your lips met, it felt as though sparks were flying around the two of you.

“Let me go change and get some things packed up, Sphinx.”

“Oh, you don’t need any clothes. I got you a matching tracksuit.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you did NOT want to be seen in a tracksuit, let alone a MATCHING tracksuit.

“That’s only a joke, babe. Go grab some stuff. I’ll wait right here.”

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