Sometimes It Doesn't Work Out (Rayna)
Soulmate AU
Anya/Raven
Anya Trikru hates the idea of a soulmate. She hates the idea that she's meant to be with someone, that she's expected to be with someone. And that someone is written across her wrist, forever. There was a time when the idea of a soulmate excited her, but that excitement went away when her father cheated on her mother and her mother's mark went away after she scratched her skin bare; that just made Anya believe that the whole soulmate thing isn't real.
So she covers hers up with a bracelet.
She keeps the silver bracelet around her wrist to hide the name, to avoid looking at 'Raven' for longer than she has to. Raven. She snorts every time she thinks of it, all she can picture is some blonde hippy with those stupid hipster snapbacks and flower crowns. She figures her soulmate is someone who thinks it's ironic and cool to wear glasses even though she doesn't need them and drinks Starbucks like it's water.
She's a junior in college when she realizes most of her friends, if not all of them, have found their soulmates and are happy; Lexa met Clarke Griffin two months ago, Emori has been with John Murphy since they were fourteen, Gina recently hooked up with Bellamy Blake, and even Jasper some how came across his soulmate when they went on a roadtrip. Everyone was happy, everyone was in love and it makes her sick.
"Wow. You're um actually coming with us tonight?"
Anya shoots Clarke a quick glare, "Is that a problem?"
"Hey, don't be mean." Lexa scolds as she scowls at her roommate and curls a protective arm around Clarke's waist as she looks down at her. "I was just as surprised as you were, babe. She never leaves her cave."
"It's a party with free booze and a possible fuck buddy. I'm in desperate need of both." Anya grumbles as she shoulders on her leather jacket and flips her hair from it. "So, yes. I'm leaving my cave. Get over it."
Anya stomps away and rolls her eyes as she hears Clarke's mumble of 'she's so grumpy'.
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The alcohol settles low in her stomach as she closes her eyes and gets lost in the beat of the music. The party was loud and there were so many sweaty bodies that she was having a hard time figuring out who she was dancing with at the moment. She needs this, needs to feel something. She needs to kill the wonder that has been eating away at her ever since Lexa had found the 'Clarke' she was waiting for.
A sigh leaves her as she drops her empty glass and tugs her hips free of the hands that hold tight to it. She ignores the shouts of disapproval as she fumbles her way towards the kitchen and she can't help but roll her eyes as she sees Lexa and Clarke, her roommate is standing in front of Clarke with a hand propped on the wall while the blonde fiddles with the belt loops of her jeans. It's disgusting.
"They're so disgusting."
Anya glances over and pauses at the beautiful woman, "Uh. Yeah. They are."
"I swear, if I have to come back to my apartment one more time and find them half naked on our couch then I'm going to cry." The brunette chuckles as she grabs a beer and easily pops the lid. "Then again, I guess that's what happens when you find your soulmate."
"The constant making out?" Anya scoffs.
"Yeah." The woman nods as she offers a beer to Anya. "You don't think so?"
"No. I don't." Anya snorts as she accepts the beer and takes a small swig while she scans her eyes over the brunette whose jeans look painted on while her eyelashes pillow on her cheeks. "Soulmates are stupid."
The brunette pauses for a moment, "You haven't met yours?"
"Nope." Anya chirps. "Thank God."
"Huh." The woman gives a nod and offers her hand. "I'm Raven."
The world screeches to a stop and Anya suddenly feels like she's hit a blunt a little too hard. She feels like everything is falling from beneath her as she stares into brown orbs. Anya chokes down her surprise as she accepts the hand Raven offers her and gives it a firm shake and darts her gaze down to her wrist, and she hates that she feels disappointed when she sees that the woman's wrist is covered by a jacket.
"Anya."
Anya waits.
She waits for a reaction, but Raven just nods and continues to smile.
"Babe!"
The raspy voice sounds from behind Raven and Anya furrows her brow as she watches thin arms twine around Raven's waist from behind. And then she sees it, sees the tan skin as a jacket creeps up when she moves just right: Octavia. She swallows hard and glances down at Octavia's wrist and feels the vodka and beer in her stomach swirl into a painful mess as she reads the black letters: Raven.
Anya backs away and blinks in shock, blinks in order to clear the way tears suddenly gather on her lashes. She feels her back meet a shoulder and she turns to see Lexa staring at her with concern on her face and she dodges the hand that reaches for her. It burns her even more when she notices that Raven is too wrapped in Octavia to even realize that she's just crushed someone's heart and shattered their entire world.
"Anya!" Lexa calls after her.
She doesn't stop. She can't. She has to get away. She knew this was going to happen, this was what she wanted to avoid. She shoulders her way through the crowd of the party and growls as she hears Lexa's voice not far behind her. As she dodges a group of drunk idiots, she feels her body collide with a firm figure and she glances up into warm eyes and watches as thick brows rise and a smile appear on his face.
"Anya!"
Anya growls in annoyance, "Excuse me."
"Anya?" The man repeats with wide eyes. "I'm Lincoln. I've been waiting for you."
Anya furrows her brow, "Excuse me?"
The handsome man fiddles with his sleeve and lifts his arm slowly and Anya tenses as she sees her name on his skin. His eyes stare at her with so much hope and wonder, and she hopes that her own gaze isn't full of pain and confusion. She flashes a quick glance over her shoulder and hates the way her wrist burns as she sees Octavia wrap a hand around the back of Raven's neck and draw her into a soft kiss.
Anya clenches her jaw and once again curses the idea of fucking soulmates. The sound of a throat being cleared catches her attention and she once again looks to Lincoln who flashes her wrists quick glances and she curls her fingers around her bracelet and tries to ignore the guilt that rushes through her. For a moment, she wants to walk away but she can't break his heart the way Raven unknowingly broke hers.
Anya wonders, as she stares up at Lincoln, if there is a possibility of having two soulmates in the world; one that you end up having to settle with, and the one you meet and find out that you can never have them.