Your Name
Scott felt it hard to deal with the ideas of soulmates- Like, what if you fell in love with someone else before you met them?
He knew it didn’t always work out for soulmates, either. His parents didn’t work out, and that was really when he started to believe he ideas of soulmates were shit.
“Who’s your soulmate?” He asked his brother, long before he realized he was even a he. Back then, he was a she who didn’t feel like she was in the right body.
“His name’s Sean,” Alex responded, ruffling her hair.
“Have you met him?” She questioned, getting the response of a head shake.
“No, not yet. I’m excited, though. What about you, Stace?”
“His name is P- Pitro? Petro?” Alex gently grabbed her arm, pushing the fabric of her shirt passed her wrist and looking over the scrawled handwriting.
“Pietro,” He confirmed, Stacy tilting her head.
“Do you believe in soulmates?” She asked, Alex shrugging.
“Eh- I mean, I’d like to believe. That there’s someone out there, perfectly designed for me,”
Stacy could only nod.
Peter always believed in soulmates. Always.
Even though he’d never had a father in his life, he still believed. Wanda had found hers, and she was so in love with him, even if he was a robot that Peter didn’t exactly approve.
“You’ll find her soon,” Wanda assured, as he looked over the neat handwriting that read ‘Stacy’.
“Eh, I’d wait a lifetime,” He grinned, watching Wanda roll her eyes at the fourteen year old.
“You’re cheesy,”
Alex was concerned beyond belief when he watched his younger sister run into the house, up to her room and slamming the door closed.
He quickly slammed the door to his bathroom closed, as Alex contemplating following her or not. After a few minutes, he couldn’t take it and went up after her.
“Stace?” He knocked on the bathroom door, hearing a broken sob from the other end.
“Don’t call me that!” She yelled, Alex slowly letting the gears click.
“Please, open the door,” He requested, pulling at the knob.
The lock clicked, him quickly pushing it open-
And there she was, hunched against her wall with a pair of scissors beside her, her shoulder length hair surrounding her on the floor.
Alex let it process-
Stacy had never liked being girly. She’d never wear a dress, and she despised her hair that she was never allowed to cut. She always wore baggy shirts, and tried to stay in the background.
Alex crouched in front of her.
“Talk to me?” He requested, watching her wipe at her eyes.
“I’m not a girl,” She said, Alex tilting his head.
“Are you trans?” He asked, Stacy slowly nodding her head.
“Hey, that’s okay, you’re okay,” He assured, pulling her- no, him into his arms.
“What do you want me to call you? I’ll take you to get your hair cut at the dressers instead of you doing it yourself. You haven’t been bandaging, right?” The onslaught of questions had Stacy sobbing more because he was accepted.
“Scott,” He informed, nestling closer to him. Alex nodded.
“I haven’t been bandaging… sports bras,” He explained, getting another nod.
“If mom or dad don’t accept it, we’ll leave, alright?” He brushed back Scott’s hair, Scott giving a slow nod.
“Now, let’s get the bathroom cleaned up. You don’t have to go to school tomorrow- if you want to switch, I’ll talk to Mom. If she won’t let you, I’ll find something for you to do,”
And, in the end, their mom did accept. Their dad didn’t. That’s when the fights began.
Scott thought it was his fault.
“Peter, you need to stop this,” Magda crossed her arms, looking over the newly stolen TV. The sixteen year old shrugged as he continued to play his game.
“Hey, I can’t get caught, Mum,” He reminded, zipping in front of her.
“You can and you will, Peter. Just because you’re fast-,”
“The fastest,” He cut in.
“Doesn’t mean you won’t be caught,” Peter gave another shrug.
“The adrenaline of it, though, Mom. You don’t understand,” He sighed blissfully, her eyes narrowing.
“I really don’t,”
“I can do things for the house, too,” He smiled innocently.
“Okay, than clean you room- and return that TV!”
“You sure it’s not too tight?” Alex questioned, Scott giving a nod.
“It’s perfect, Alex, thank you,” He responded, talking about the binder on his chest.
“Okay,” Alex pulled him into a hug.
“I’ll be gone for a while, Scotty,” He said, as some tears spilled from his eyes.
“I know you will,” He responded, his own set of tears hitting.
“Remember your T,” Alex reminded, as he held Scott to his chest by the shoulders, Scott nodding and holding back a sob.
“You’ll be back, right?” Alex’s breath hitched.
“I don’t know, Scotty, it’s solitary confinement. I… I need it,” He sighed, Scott inhaling sharply.
“Be safe,”
“I will,”
Alex did come back. He came back with stories of his red-headed soulmate and fighting another group of mutants. Scott could tell Alex was happy.
“I can’t tell if you love or hate the guy,” Peter spoke up, as Charles pulled into the parking lot- of the Pentagon.
“Just because he’s my soulmate, I’m not obligated to love him,” Charles responded, as Hank gave him a sullen look.
“Charles-,”
“Quit it, Hank. Erik and I are no longer together, and I haven’t a problem with it,”
Peter could tell it was a lie- the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice.
Peter brushed it off and had the time of his life breaking into the highest-security prison cell.
Sean went missing. He was announced dead. It effected Alex beyond belief, but he acted okay for Scott.
Scott got his mutation. At school.
He was being bullied for using the guy’s bathroom when he was checking his eyes and then it just hit.
He was terrified, to say the least. But then Alex assured him it was okay, and had him pack his things- well, he packed Scott’s things. The eighteen year old was blinded by the cloth around his eyes.
“Where are we going?” He asked, as Alex grabbed the bag.
“A place I learned to control my mutation- we’ll grab a new bottle of T on the way there, okay?” Scott gave a grateful nod, allowing Alex to lead him out of his room. He just hoped he’d be able to see.
He was. Hank made him a pair of sunglasses. Sure, everything was red, but it was worth it.
He found himself making some friends, too. Jean, Jubilee, and Kurt.
A mall trip was what they all needed, in his opinion.
Peter finally knew who his dad was. He knew and he wasn’t sure if he should have been pissed or ecstatic.
He broke his dad out of the Pentagon two years before, and he had no clue at the time. His mother only told him afterwards.
He spent two years trying to find him, to no avail, until he finally decided to go to the place on the card he’d stolen from Charles’ wallet.
And, when he got there, it just happened to be blowing up. He took a glance back behind him- a group of teenagers, not far from his age, and having no clue what was going on.
He looked back to the school and saved the day.
“Where’s Alex?!” Was Scott’s immediate reaction, after running out of the car. Peter felt his heart sink as he looked at the male.
“Where’s my brother?!”
“I’m pretty sure I got everybody,” Peter responded, watching the male look around at the group.
“Alex was closest to the blast…” Hank said, voice quiet.
Scott ran. He ran through the rubble before he couldn’t take it and he broke down sobbing.
Peter felt an unholy amount of guilt.
They fought Apocalypse. All of them. They won. Well, of course they won.
They’re the motherfucking X-Men.
Peter’s leg was broken. Him and Scott were roommates. He felt like it was all his fault.
“I’m sorry,” Peter said, watching as Scott placed his bag on the floor. He rose his brows.
“For?”
“If I had been any earlier, maybe your brother would still be alive,” He explained, Scott frowning.
“Peter, you can’t do that to yourself. He was gone before you got there,” He reminded, sitting on his bed.
Peter’s leg was laid out in front of him, cast around it.
“I just wish…” He trailed off, head turning to look at his leg.
“I wish he was alive too. But it was inevitable. At least he’s with Sean,” He said, Peter giving a slow nod.
“His soulmate?”
“Yeah,” Scott nodded, Peter pursing his lips.
“I can’t wait to meet mine,”
Little did he know, he already had.
They fell in love.
Scott didn’t know how, but he’d fallen in love with the vain guy who was pretty selfish.
He fell in love with Peter, yet his soulmate’s name was Pietro.
Peter fell in love with Scott, and part of him hated it. He was supposed to be with his soulmate, the one who was perfectly designed for him. He was supposed to be with Stacy.
Yet Scott was perfect. He was so perfect. He was so in love with him, he felt bad for his soulmate.
“I love you,” Peter blurted, one night, as he and Scott walked beside each other. It was dark out- the duo had gone on a walk, both not being able to fall asleep.
He’d cut Scott off mid-rant, the male looking up at him.
“What?” He asked, voice quiet as the walking stopped.
“I’m in love with you. I love you,” Peter confirmed, Scott’s jaw dropping for a moment, before a wide smile spread across his face.
“You do?!” He questioned, Peter quickly nodding.
“Fuck- I love you so much,” He assured, Scott swallowing.
“That’s good, because I love you too,” He responded, Peter smiling.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, Scott nodding his head. Peter dipped down, resting his hands against Scott’s waist as his lips connected to the younger’s. Scott kissed back with a slow fervor, hands against Peter’s chest as their lips moved in sync.
They, of course, had to pull back for air.
“What about your soulmate?” Scott murmured, after a few seconds, forehead connected to Peter’s.
“Fuck her,” Peter responded, reconnecting their lips.
Scott kissed back.
“Do you ever wonder how it would have been if you were with your soulmate?” Scott questioned, as Peter placed gentle kisses against his forehead.
“I do. But it doesn’t matter. I’m happy with you,” He responded, Scott flushing.
“I’m happy with you, too,”
“Scotty?” Peter knocked on the bathroom door, as Scott closed the door.
“What’d you bring in there, Baby?” He questioned, as he noticed Scott had brought a small bag with him.
“Nothing!” Scott’s voice was quick, Peter taking a deep breath.
“Love, can I come in? You seem out of it,” He requested, hearing some shuffling.
“You might not like what you see!” Scott said, voice breaking a bit.
“It’s alright, Love,” Peter assured, hearing Scott let out a breath.
“Come in! Just, don’t be mad!”
He pushed the door open, looking over the scene for a moment.
Scott was seated against the counted, wearing a pair of shorts. His shirt was disposed of, a binder wrapped around his chest as he held a syringe in hand.
Peter let it settle in his head.
“Scotty…” He muttered, walking over. Scott’s lip quivered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, voice gentle. Scott inhaled.
“You aren’t mad? Scared? Grossed out?” Peter shook his head.
“Oh, of course not. You’re still the man I fell in love with, even if you weren’t born a man,” He gently cupped his face, stepping in between his legs.
“Fuck,” Scott sobbed, placing the syringe down.
“I love you so much,” He reminded, Peter giving a smile.
“I love you too,” He pulled Scott’s face down, connecting their lips.
“My handsome man,” He rubbed his cheekbone, Scott chuckling against his lips.
“I never asked,” Peter muttered, nuzzling his nose into Scott’s hair. Scott hummed for him to continue.
“What’s their name? Your soulmate’s?” He asked, Scott sitting up. Peter followed.
“Your’s?” He retorted, Peter pulling his sleeve up and holding his arm out. Scott did the same.
Scott looked over the words on his arm, brows furrowed.
“Peter,” He looked up, Peter quickly doing the same.
“Scott,” He said, at the same time, fingers running over the name on Scott’s arms.
“You go first,” Scott said, Peter shaking his head.
“No, you first,” Scott gave a slow nod.
“I- um- I was born with the name Stacy,” He said, Peter tilting his head.
“My real name is Pietro,” He responded, Scott’s breath hitching.
“So, we-,” Peter nodded.
“We are,” He confirmed, chuckling lightly, confused at the tears that glazed over his eyes.
“We’re dumbasses, aren’t we?” He had his own set of tears covering his eyes, behind his glasses, Peter nodding.
“I guess so,” He responded, before pulling Scott into a kiss.
Peter got a tattoo, covering the ‘Stacy’ with a red line, writing ‘Scott’ on top of it.
Soulmates can meet with out even knowing it, it seems.