Forever Bound [Yan!Grian x Reader Soulmate Au]
Angst, Requested? More like suggested: Expanded version of this drabble I made a little while back. @nixoxia asked if I could make a full fic and even though requests are officially closed I was more than willing to expand on the vague ideas I had. Tw: Yandere, manipulation, possessive behavior, exactly one swear word the set-up is a tad longer than usual lol
You, like most people, dreamt of the day you met the love of your life. However in your dimension it manifested in a much more concrete way.
In some worlds, soulmates are a figure of speech. Fluffy, romanticized language.
In yours? They are a scientific fact. Well, magic might be closer to the correct term, but those two words are mashed together for you anyways.
You loved soulmates beyond expression. You often glanced down at the inside of your wrist. Like nearly everyone you were born with a simply, perfectly printed sentence. That mystical tattoo foretold a beautiful part of a person's destiny. The very first words your soulmate will say to you.
You adored your quote, it was your security blanket. A letter from your older self. One telling your past self that, "Don't worry, you'll meet the one. Just be patient." What your mark literally said was also a sort of promise to you. One that you loved just as much as the idea of your future life partner.
In your head the vague mystery voice saying it was in awe. It was obvious that you will talk to them first, causing them to match your words to the ones on their wrist. Getting them to fully register you, that you will be the one they'll love for the rest of their days. The voice in your head was already smitten. You played the encounter back over and over, for years you yearned about this meeting.
Turns out, you were fairly right.
This truly was a new era of your life. You knew that before you properly met him. It wasn't everyday you were being welcomed as one of three new members to such an amazing server. Yes, becoming a hermit and settling down a little ways away from a few other's settlements was enough to brand this week as a massive personal turning point.
Then you decided to introduce yourself to your neighbors.
They were a colorful bunch, they all were. The Octagon, the Big-Eyes Crew, all of them. It was a very entertaining day, even just touring what will soon become masterpieces of architecture and chatting was one of the many highlights of the first few days here. All things considered you were excited to move onto the next group, Boatem.
You were a tad more nervous to talk to them then the other groups you introduced yourself to. Partly because they were the biggest community at the moment at a whopping five members. (Which to be fair was about a fifth of the server)
But that aside, you couldn't help believing that something else was contributing to your apprehension. It felt too heavy to only be caused only by meeting two more people at once. It was tempting to go with your gut and leave this particular encounter for a later date, yet you decided to betray your subconscious instincts and continue on your way. You could always just back out early if something went wrong, what's the worst that could happen?
You could've never expected this to happen.
You knew vaguely of Grian, like most of the others. You had caught glimpses of him at the very start of the season when everyone was clustered together, partly to meet you and the other two newbies. You didn't share any words directly addressed to each other yet, and nothing about him stood out to you in that chaotic grouping. Sure if you gave it any thought you would admit that he's pretty cute, but you weren't really focused on any one person in that moment.
He was the first member of Boatem that you were able to find. In this isolated occasion you were able to fully register him and him alone, ignoring how that only mounded onto the anxiousness building inside of you.
Digging in a few chests infront of what must be the begining of a starter base, he wasn't aware of your presence. He didn't look too different, the most interesting observation being the tiny wings starting to sprout from his back. Specifically the feathers of a scarlet macaw, if your memory was serving you right. Likely a measure to make sure he wasn't able to fly before elytras started circulating. You could only imagine what they'll look like fully formed.
Before you could give it any more thought you realized how creepy just standing there and staring probably looked, so you finally gave yourself one last internal pep-talk and walked up to the man somehow still rummaging through whatever mess he already managed to make of his "storage system". One hand proping up the lid of a chest while the other shifts through its contents.
"Uh... hi, you're Grian right?" You would've mentally hit yourself for that totally smooth introduction if his reaction didn't startle you. The parrot hybrid let out a surprised yelp as he tore the hand holding up the chest's lid away from it, pulling it to his body. Promptly causing the lid to fall onto his other arm. By the time he had turned around to see you, you were infront of him to make sure he wasn't hurt too badly.
"Oh my God are you okay?! I didn't mean to scare you!" You quickly spat out trying to see if there were any visible signs of injuries on either of his arms. Perhaps rather unnervingly, he was just staring at you with a far off expression. "Uh... are you okay?" You added again.
Immediately it felt like your wrist was being scorched. The pain was so sudden and strong that only after it passed two or three seconds later were you able to process what he said. When your mind cleared from the pain and you were left holding your no longer hellfire-gripped arm you looked at your soulmark.
Then you both made proper eye contact for the first time.
Within the next week every single hermit had gotten news of your connection. It was like you had just gotten engaged, congratulations for simply meeting was given to you by everyone. Admittedly, it was sudden and weird. You barely knew who Grian was. He was a parrot hybrid known for building, that was the extent of it. Now you had been swiftly casted into being the defacto "Till death do us part" couple. But you're soulmates, you'll get used to it. You'll love him.
However, the bliss of finding the one person you'll be able to depend on for the rest of your life outweighed most of the resistance your own heart had. It helped that your soulmate seemed to feel the complete opposite. He practically latched himself to your side. You couldn't blame him, hell it was endearing.
He acted exactly like how you thought you would act. As you quickly learned, he adored pet names. Darling, honey, my dear, my sweet, my love- My...
How had you not understood sooner.
You weren't sure how long it had been since you met. Boatem had six members now, you haven't returned to what was going to be your base. You were helping Grian make some buildings in the alley, if anyone asked where your base was he you would point to the star filled cave. Barely a hour passed without him in your line of sight.
You wanted to confront him about calming down, giving you room to breathe.
"But we're soulmates, this is who we are. Please my love, just give it some more time. I promise you'll be happy." He pleaded. You believed him. After all, he loved you. He wouldn't do anything that could hurt you.
His wings have fully grown in. Gaint, sharp sheets of red and yellow and blue sturdy enough to not only allow him to glide, but skillfully fly without the need for rockets. Neither of you had elytras, he was more than strong enough to carry you through the air. Why would you need wings of your own? Why would you need what was practically a necessary for travel here?
Why would you need a source of freedom?
He was destined to be your one and only, he was destined to be your number two. He was destined to be your ride or die. He was your soulmate. Why were you pushing back against his companionship? You were built for each other.
This is what soulmates are. Two people merging their lives into an unseparatable sludge. That was his view of it anyways. Your lives were ment to be one, completely indistinguishable.
So stop talking to people that he wasn't.
Stop visiting places he wasn't.
Stop leaving the base without telling him.
Stop being anything other than his soulmate.
Finding your soulmate was supposed to fulfill a person. Make them complete. Make them love the idea of living forever with someone just as much as they loved that someone themself.
Soulmates were supposed to make people happy.
Maybe... maybe if go along with this all for just a little longer... maybe you'll learn to be happy with your forever. Maybe this forever will end, and the better one will present itself. One where you can still be with your soulmate. After all, nothing lasts forever.
