Fic - Soulmates Ficlets
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mindcrackloveYou have both Sunset and Thero to thank for this as these are their prompts from the saladprompts tumblr... I don't usually ship stuff but the ideas are cute and no actual shippy stuff happens so it can be friendshipping or what have you. Also, I don't like the idea of soulmates, but the ideas were cute, so...
Oh, and also, as usual, thank the kitten for doing good editing stuffs on this. 95% of the time she betas my stuff and makes it significantly better, so thank you kitten <3
For the curious, the original prompt was: "soulmate AU where you wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them"
And then in order there's Nebtho, SMS, and Vechsteau.
It was a strange place for such a mark, and such an unfortunate one that he'd simply found he had no choice.
Most people found their words on their arms, their legs or their shoulders. Some had it across their stomach or chest, and even rarely on ankles or wrists.
And then there was Etho, who had the word "FUCK" tattooed across his right cheek. Even to this day, he would question every now and then what the cosmos was thinking when such a profane word got permanently slapped onto his face.
Since his eighteenth birthday, Etho had worn a scarf tied carefully around his face. It was no coincidence that the Minecraft skin he chose did, too - some sort of bonding with Kakashi's personality, he reassured himself. Certainly it had nothing to do with the comfort in knowing that even his character had a mask to match.
… and because of this mark, a convention (of all things) was far, far out of his comfort zone. Yet he had agreed to attend, and so here he was.
Etho’s eyes narrowed and he anxiously tightened the scarf while he scanned the airport's crowd. He carefully pushed his way through the mass of busy people and towards the one person he immediately recognized.
It was Nebris, leaning carefully against the wall, looking around with the same bright eyes and cocky smile that seemed to follow him from the virtual world into the real one. As Nebris caught sight of the approaching Etho across the hall, however, his flippant grin seemed to falter however slightly.
Etho smiled despite himself beneath his mask. "It's not like I'm gonna kill you this time." he said in greeting, almost teasingly.
Upon hearing the phrase, Nebris' eyes widened for a moment. Slowly he buried his face in his hands and muttered one word.
"FUCK."
And Etho knew for certain, he was.
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Indeed.
It was scrawled carefully around his left wrist, so he saw it every day. Some people had full phrases or sentences etched onto their skin, and yet (as if though the cosmos decided to have a laugh at his expense) Kurt had just a single word. And then, at some point down the line, the word had become an indelible part of his vocabulary. He was known for his "indeed"s (sometimes in yellow text), and gradually he noticed that his friends, too, had caught on.
In fact; in reality; in truth.
Indeed.
He held out his hand to Zisteau, smiling however shyly as he did so. His friend took it, and they shook hands in greeting, neither man saying a word. Kurt waited as that moment turned into awkward silence… then realized in a quiet and subdued panic that he should probably say something. The first words came out in a stammer.
"It's, uh, n-nice to finally meet you."
Zisteau, cool and confident in contrast to Kurt’s tenseness and anxiety, replied with a grin. "Indeed."
Upon hearing the word tumble out of Zisteau’s mouth, Kurt echoed it almost automatically, partly out of reflex and mostly as if some metaphysical weight had been lifted away from his shoulders.
"Indeed."
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"I hate you, die in a fire."
The phrase spiraled up Zisteau's right arm, though he couldn't figure whether or not to bear it with pride. Since Zisteau fought through the first Super Hostile map, he'd known, he'd known, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to put it off forever or just suck it up and get the damn thing over with.
Upon arriving at the address given to him, Zisteau rapped twice on the dull red door of the rather innocuous hous, only to be thoroughly confused when the door drifted open of it's own accord. Confused, he gingerly stepped through the door (“Okay. No tripwires.”) and into the house’s front parlor.
"Vechs?" His voice echoed around the apparently empty house. No answer. With a shrug, Zisteau slinked into the next room--the kitchen--which was equally as abandoned as the front parlor… save for a single note tacked to the refrigerator by some gaudy green letter (Z) magnet.
Curious, Zisteau removed the note from the fridge and read it aloud.
"'Pigderp - went out to the store real quick, should be home soon.”
“That’s a relief.” Zisteau muttered to himself, unsure if he actually agreed with that statement… He turned his attention back to the note.
“Also, rule number 6 reminder -'"
*SPLAT*
Something wet and sticky promptly slammed into the side of Zisteau’s head. A dazed moment later, he realized it was frosting.
"I hate you, die in a fire." Vechs intoned on cue from the other side of the room, arms folded across his chest and a wide and cheesy grin occupying his face. A plastic fork stuck out of the side of Vechs’s mouth and a small grey kitten - Basil, if Zisteau remembered correctly - clung to his mop of black hair.
"Holy shit... this is not what I thought would happen." Zisteau muttered crossly, wiping more of the frosting (and bits of cake, it seemed) away from his face and scalp. It didn’t take long before Zisteau had removed enough frosting to lock eyes with his ‘gracious host’ standing at the kitchen’s threshold.
The two stared at each other for a moment, stunned by a simultaneous realization brought on by the machinations of a cosmos with an almost cruel sense of humor. Somehow, in the furor of the moment, Vechs managed keep enough of his mental clarity to take half a step backwards, turn on his heel, and run like hell (the kitten clattering to the ground with a bemused meow) before his cake-smeared friend regained his senses and took off after him.
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Date: Wednesday, April 30th, 2014 11:59 pm (UTC)*totally NOT reading this for the 26 time. Totally...
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Date: Thursday, May 1st, 2014 03:12 am (UTC)(Do you like HP?)
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Date: Thursday, May 1st, 2014 03:39 am (UTC)Anyway, I love it. Great writing as always, Elfy!
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Date: Thursday, May 1st, 2014 05:52 pm (UTC)That was an AWESOME fic, though, I sent it to my friend who doesn't even play Minecraft never mind watch YouTubers and apparently she was squealing. Loudly. And her brother came in and asked if she was okay. She knows why I always say indeed now. X3
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