Prompt:
There wasn’t one. I was having feels and had this idea and I just needed
something to get back into the swing of fanfic.
Note:
Hey y’all. It’s Morgan. I know, I know, long time no see. But, here I am. I’ve
been working on my manuscript, and I’m in a really good spot so I won’t lose my
train of thought but yeah… I’m already 4,000 words in and feeling great. I’m
just rewriting everything and it
feels so good and so much better than the first few times I wrote it.
Anywho,
Reader is a healer. This is a soulmate au where any injury your soulmate gets,
you get too. Also, everyone is given a necklace at birth that gets warmer and
warmer when you get closer to your soulmate. I think that’s all you need to
know.
Warnings:
None?
Over the past few years, your injuries had
been piling up. You hadn’t done anything, but you had cuts and gashes and
scrapes all over all the time. Being a healer, you tried to heal them up, bu
you couldn’t. They weren’t yours to heal. They were your soulmate’s.
You didn’t know where he was or who he was or
what he was doing all the time to get so many injuries, but you figured he wasn’t
in the best place. When you turned sixteen, you knew you had to find him, no
matter what it took, so you could heal him and end his pain, and in turn, yours.
You had no clue where to start, where to
look. It was hard to use your necklace as a guide. If you took a step one way
it only got slightly warmer or colder. It was very hard to tell, so you sort of
gave up, deciding to leave it to fate. But that changed when out of nowhere, a
huge burning gash opened up on your back. You screamed, falling to the floor,
arms holding your body tight as you waited for the pain to subside.
You gritted your teeth and got up off of the
ground. You had to do something now, before he got both of you killed.
A few hours later, you felt a scratching on
your left arm. You glanced down. it wasn’t hard enough or sharp enough to leave
a mark, but it was there. B…E…R…L…I…N
Berlin.
He was trying to tell you where he was. Maybe
he was mortally wounded or worse. If it felt horrible to you, it probably felt
four times worse to him. You had to get to him and soon.
***
Once you got to Berlin, about 36 hours later,
you decided to send him a message. You scratched into your thigh, gently with
your fingernail. I am here.
It took a few moments, but he scratched
something below the other message. Another location. A barn. An old abandoned
barn.
***
Warren hadn’t expected a response. He hadn’t
even expected you to get his message. But he was desperate, hurt. He needed
someone. Anyone. His heart raced in
his chest when he felt a tingle on his thigh.
I
am here.
He couldn’t believe it. You had come. You
were so close. The necklace around his neck got warmer and warmer the closer
you got. He sent you the address of the place. He knew you would be able to
find it. Soon, he heard footsteps. There was a knock on the old wooden door. A faint
‘hello?’ from the other side of it.
Warren just about fell out of the rafters.
“C-come on in,” he replied hesitantly,
turning off his radio and setting down his bottle of vodka. You pushed open the
door and it caved in.
“Hello?” you called again, looking around,
and then up. You gasped at the sight of him, standing in the rafters, his
once-magnificent wings spread out behind him.
“You…” he tried to string words into a
sentence, but he didn’t know what to say to the one he had been waiting for all
along. Gently, he drifted down from the roof, wavering uneasily on his burned
wing.
“Hi there,” you waved, heart fluttering in
your chest. He was here. This was him. With blonde curly hair and sad, broken
blue eyes. “I’m…I’m (Y/N).”
“Warren,” he replied, stepping closer slowly.
Your necklaces got warmer and warmer until suddenly, they latched together like
magnets, two halves of a heart.
“Warren.” You repeated. You loved the sound
of his name on your tongue. “Do you…would you mind if I healed you?”
“You can do that?”
“I’m not exactly normal. I’m a mutant too.”
“Good.” he smirked, taking a step closer. You
were inches apart, his warmth radiating onto you. When he couldn’t take it
anymore, he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing
your hands to his back. Healing chills ran through him, closing up all of his
cuts and scars, bruises fading to nothing. His burned tissue healed. The
tattered feathers fell off, replaced with new ones. He kissed your temple, one
hand holding your back and the other brushing your cheek.
“Where are you from?”
“I go to a school for mutants. It’s safe
there. Come with me.”
“Okay,” he nodded, his eyes meeting yours. He
couldn’t help but smile. He tilted his head down and pressed his lips to yours gently.
Your lips moved in sync with his. He tasted like vodka. You smiled against his
mouth, hands traveling up to his golden curls as his large wings surrounded you
like a warm feathery cocoon.
He pulled away, resting his forehead on
yours. His breath was a ghost on your skin.
“Thank you. For everything.” he whispered,
kissing your nose.
“No problem.” you smiled softly. “We better
get back. My professor probably doesn’t know I left, but he’ll notice.”
“We can get there in plenty of time.” he
chuckled, sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms in one swift
movement. He peppered a dozen kisses to your cheeks and forehead. You laughed,
poking him playfully. Warren’s wings rose and fell, lifting the pair of you off
of the ground and out of the barn.
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