Summary: In this world, soulmates are identified by matching marks the first time they interact. But after the marks are burnt into their skin, it is up to the soulmate pairing to make it work or go their separate ways.This is the story of Darren, 17, and Chris, 24, trying to make it work.
Tropes/Genre: CrissColfer fanfiction, AU, age gap, soulmate!CC, famous!Chris
Lynne’s review: This is really sweet. A quite enjoyable read.
ok so I was just watching Love Shack (cause it's perfect) and I thought of something. Why was Kurt even there? Blaine wasn't there, he was the only single person in the room and he looked miserable, why would he go?
So here's my conclusion. Mercedes and Blaine planned the Love Shack thing. And Blaine really wanted to surprise Kurt so he was like, "Oh, bummer, I can't go to the party." So Kurt was going to stay at home with Blaine, but then Blaine said, "No, I have a doctor's appointment for my eye, you should go. Go have fun with everyone." And Mercedes kept saying "Come on, Kurt, we hardly hang out anymore..." Blah blah blah, you know, just to get him to go. And so Kurt went but was totally miserable and then SURPRISE Blaine shows up and Kurt looks at him like fuck, that's my boyfriend and I love him so much.
Hahhaa it's cute. Crisscolfer as joggers in the park?
Chris hated running, absolutely hated running. It makes him breathe like an obese child and sweat in places he’s rather not mention. His roommate, or rather enemy, is a jogging machine of course. Darren was his name. Ohh that Darren was always so good at everything, even jogging!
Chris growled to himself as he watched Darren’s thick legs run passed him, AGAIN. “C’mon man this is like the hundredth time i ran passed you! Pick it up buddy!" Darren yelled, jogging in a more comical way as if that was supposed to make Chris laugh or something. Chris slowly picked up his pace, now behind Darren. His eyes were practically burning holes on the tiny man’s back. His eyes slowly eased down a bit, a little more until- NO, he won’t let that distract him again.
(I'm bummed out again. Which sucks, because I had a wonderful morning and took a wonderful nap. But hey, I'm depressed again and that's INCREDIBLE for my self-esteem issues. Let's hope I can pull out a fluffy thing, at least.)
Summary: Chris is tired of everything. He's tired of his life, of his pubic figure, of being perfect for the stupid cameras. So he runs away to the one place he considers his home.
Rating: PG-13
"No--no, hey, listen to me! Yes, I know this is really important, but... HEY! You know I can fire you, right? ... No, I've never done it before, but I... I'm willing to do it if you keep pushing my buttons! ... I'm not doing that interview! ... you promised I'd have my fucking break on July 1st! You know what day is today? ... no, it's July 4th! ... I WANT MY BREAK! I WANT TO HAVE MY VACATIONS! I WANT TO BE NORMAL CHRIS COLFER, NOT PUBLIC SENSATION CHRIS COLFER! ... well then, I QUIT!"
Chris hung up the phone and slammed it down on the receiver. He hated this. God, he hated this and he just quit his job over the phone and he needed to get out of his place, to get out of this house and go somewhere where his phone didn't ring every five seconds, where his inbox wasn't full of unread mails, where he spent more time on live shows and interviews than on a bed.
He was tired of being famous. He wanted his fucking break and he was going to get it.
Chris turned off his cell phone, left it on the table, put the keys of his place on the pocket next to his wallet, picked up the keys to his car, and ran out of his house, locking the door behind him.
-
Chris turned off the engine of the car, right outside the cottage with the porch. He knew there was another car parked on the back of the cottage, but he knew that his car wouldn't be expected on the front, so he decided he'd move it later.
He walked up the steps of the porch and knocked on the door.
When it was opened, he was received by a man with bright, beautiful hazel eyes and black curls on top of his head.
"Chris?" Darren asked, his confused, tight-lipped smile breaking into a grin. "CHRIS! Oh, my god!" Darren immediately pulled Chris into his arms, and Chris wrapped his around Darren's neck, his face buried in its crook.
Darren smelled like soap and shampoo and cleanliness and man and saltiness and detergent and man and bed and man.
"I thought you weren't coming till Monday," Darren said, his hands resting on the curve of Chris's spine. They broke apart, but their hands remained where they were. "What happened?"
"Uh..." Chris rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm... kind of unemployed."
"What?" Darren's eyes widened. "Chris, what--did they fire you?"
"No, I quit," Chris said. "I was just... I was tired of everything, and they wouldn't give me a break, And I'm probably going to call her back and sort this out, but right now, I'm an unemployed man. Do you still want to date me?"
Darren laughed, and the sound melted all of Chris's worries. At least for now.
"I'd still want to date you," Daren said, nuzzling his nose against Chris's, "even if you were homeless and you were bald and your eyes weren't the beautiful blue I love so much."
"Really?" Chris asked with a frown. "You know I'd look hideous without hair."
"I don't care," said Darren, kissing Chris on the mouth. "You'd still be gorgeous to me."
"You're just saying that because you haven't seen me bald."
-
Chris was whistling as he hopped on top of the counter. Darren smiled at him and started to prepare them some jelly and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. They had gotten this cottage when Chris first started to break out as a celebrity. It was Darren's idea--he wasn't famous or anything, but he knew how that kind of life could get.
"Someday," he'd told Chris. "You're going to need to escape. And then we'll come here."
Chris had been supposed to come until Monday, when his break was originally supposed to happen. Then it was pushed forward for the 1st, and then it was the 4th and Chris wanted his break and hey, this cottage was in the middle of nowhere and only he and Darren knew about it and they had already decided to meet here, anyway.
They ate the sandwiches, with Chris leaning back against the kitchen wall, his legs up on the counter, and Darren sitting on a chair in front of him.
Chris would've loved to take a walk with Darren outside, or to do anything else, but as soon as he hit the bed, he stayed there with no energy left to move whatsoever. And the good thing about being with Darren was that he understood exactly what Chris needed, so instead of kissing down Chris's spine like he often did, he lay down next to Chris, wrapping an arm around his waist.
"I missed you so much," Darren said, mumbling against Chris's hair.
"I missed you too, Dare," Chris said, turning his head to look at Darren. "And if I could stay forever in this bed with you, I would."
"Wouldn't that be the greatest," Darren said, scooting closer to Chris so that his front and Chris's side were pressed together. When Chris did nothing except let out a content sigh and smile, Darren chuckled. "Whatcha thinking?"
Chris opened his eyes, and his smile grew wider. "I'm thinking... that I'm finally home."
"We’ve seen everything eye to eye, all the pain, and all the hurt. At least we did until my last growth spurt."
this is a behind-the-scenes inside joke. Because people started commenting on how Chris is growing. They couldn't tell as much before, but now that they have someone to compare him to (Darren) it's become much more obvious. So Darren was like "Chris, you're making me look short." And Chris said, "You are short." And then they had this moment of looking at each other, where Chris was actually looking down to look at Darren and that's when Darren had a realization that he really loves that Chris is taller than him.
