Chapter 9
1.
Your life had never truly held any anomalies, happenings out of the norm; in fact, in your keen mind's eye, your life had been extraordinarily ordinary. You grew up in a quiet cove located along the coast of rural Ireland, your mother and father simple farmers who were complacent with every twist and minuscule turn their lives took. They had given birth to you later on in their lives and in their fraying youth, had given you a spectacularly normal upbringing. Your hands held small calluses from the tools used to dig into the dirt during planting season, and your mother taught you the works of her trade, meals that were small and manageable. You never planned anything bigger than what lay before you; a life here among the fields and your family house, big enough to satisfy you despite it’s small size. Little girls usually dream big dreams full of wedding bells and children with their bonded, but you?
You were a different case.
There was no mark that bonded you to another. It was rare, less than 1% ever went without earning their special mark, but it didn't particularly bother you as much as it worried your parents.
(Not sure at all- I have no idea who it would fit or if I want to continue with it at all.
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2.
As the only daughter to the affluent Holmes family, your mother had done well in lavishing you with so much attention that it became embedded in you to need it as such. Your father, the influential (and rather brutish) Morland Holmes, as little care he seemed to show towards your elder brother Sherlock, took better care of you through monetary means than being there for you. Then again, as you progressed into your teens, it grew harder and harder to land a date (you later on discovered that every member of your family had a hand in keeping the male species away from you and your slowly forming soul mark). Your father was well known as someone who could function outside of the law, the systems that dictated the world and the people within it, but you had only ever seen his back turned when you were three and the dashes in your bank account from then on. Your elder brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock, were two different sides of a heavily guarded coin.
(John Watson. Summary- Growing up as the youngest Holmes, you finally leave for London to live in 221C Baker Street to be close to your brother and attend university. It just so happens that your bonded is a lot closer than you thought he'd be).
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3.
Your bonded was the most amazing person you had never had the chance to meet. Bruce Banner, feared yet revered, and so many years your senior, had only ever graced your eyes through a television set. His mark was meticulously written against your ankle and easily hidden away from your father. Ever since you were a little girl, you had always had a love for science, specifically genes and human anatomy. Maybe that was why you were so drawn to him before the mark had even begun to form. The first time you saw Banner on television, you were blown away by him and his scientific discoveries and horrified at the accident that caused his life to fall into shambles. You studied him and his field late into the night and wandered to the library after school when you and your mother knew your father worked his late shifts at the company. Bruce Banner inspired you to search for the truth and to find him.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you could feel a soft touch against your ankle. You liked to think it was him reaching out to you from wherever in the world he hid away.
(Bruce Banner. Summary- It's more of a search for your bonded than anything else. And I want to reiterate that Bruce Banner's story is purely platonic in nature. He is more of a mentor/father figure than anything else and the relationship you two have is extremely close, but the age difference is considerable. I seriously love his character, and I may write him a romance based one in the future, but for now, I am sticking with platonic).
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4.
“I’ll wait.” You smile to yourself as the cold pierces your watering eyes; his accent will never go away and it’s so endearing that it makes you want to cry right then and there.
Those were the last words that reached you through the horribly static prone reception, his voice a quiet sigh over the line as you imagined the sad dip of his brow. He’d always been so expressive and although the bond was newly formed, you could swear to it that you felt his aching over the thousands of miles now separating the two of you. A dull pain clawed at the back of your head, but you ignored it, busy trying to shove your phone back into the pocket of your thick coat. Snow drifted down from the heavens, tiny white fluffs sticking to your (H/L),(H/C) hair as you surveyed your surroundings. The North Pole was cold, frigid, and felt more like home than you had ever admitted to yourself before. Earning the grant to resume your studies of the wild life had been your dream- was still very much what you wanted to do for the rest of your days- and then he came into your life, bringing warmth and heat. What had you done to deserve someone so loving? So kind?
(I'm leaning towards Colossus/Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin for this and the plot I have in mind is that Piotr stays behind since he is still an active member of the X-Men and lets you go off on your adventure since you are a researcher trying to figure out a way to stop the ice caps melting. But while there, something goes wrong and he senses something is wrong and leaves the mansion to rescue your cute self).