#also i forgot that was my askbox message thing ksdkdfjkdfj oh how much ive changed in these years

[fearforthestorm]

Sorry this isn’t about your undying love for captain marvel, but about a prompt lol . ‘ ... A Kam soulmate au were you hear the same music as you soulmate, except no elves know that bc they don’t have music, but Sophie introduces Keefe to music and tam is like “wtf is happening” but it’s been happening to his sis for years bc Sophie and then he becomes part of the friend group and he hears Keefe sing one of the songs he’s been hearing for days and he’s like “omg wtf” and eventually they 1/2

Figure it out 2/2 (listen, it was like, three characters and it wouldn’t fit. Hope you like the prompt, it’s been sitting around in my head for a bit lol)

Ok, yes, that is an absolute god tier concept and I'm just sorry it took me so long to finish this! also, I kinda took some creative liberties with it because I forgot about a lot of the specifics as soon as I started writing so this takes place kinda "between the scenes" of Neverseen, and there's already a bit of an established relationship. and, uh, it's a tiny bit angsty but mostly I wanted to be able to write the fluff that would result from the angst, so here we are. I'm sure it's a bit out of character, but it's been a little while since I read any of the actual canon content, so whatever. And I can't figure out how to do a read more on mobile, so apologies in advance for the somewhat long post.

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It’s late at night when the music starts up in the back of his mind again. This time, it’s something that Tam’s never heard before, a song that’s somehow angry and melancholic at the same time. He sighs, listening to the music for a moment before closing his book, getting up out of bed, and heading down the hallway.

The music continues in his mind as he walks down to the kitchen. He gathers a few snacks and takes a few minutes to make some hot chocolate-- Linh had said that comfort foods were her go-to when Sophie was feeling down. By the time he’s finished, the song has changed again. He picks up the mugs and heads back down to the bedrooms.

Keefe’s door is closed, but there’s a bit of light visible under the door. Tam knocks once, quietly. He hears rustling on the other side and the door swings open.

Keefe looks like he hasn’t slept in days, which is probably true. His clothing is rumpled and his hair is messy- or, messy in a way that is less deliberate than his usual style. His eyes catch on Tam’s face, and he looks hopeful and reluctant and so very relieved to see him.

“Hey,” Tam says, not sure what to do. “Um, I brought hot chocolate?” He holds up the two mugs of cocoa.

Keefe takes one of the mugs from him, wordlessly moving so that Tam can come in. The two sit down on the floor.

Tam still hears the music thrumming in the back of his mind, so he leans over, takes the mp3 player from Keefe, and turns off the music. 

“Hey,” he says softly, setting down his mug and gently cupping Keefe’s hands in his own, “Are you okay?”

Keefe laughs at that, a little dryly. “No, of course I’m not-- the nightmares are really bad tonight. But then, you probably guessed that from the music at two a.m. I, uh-- sorry about that. I didn’t think it would wake you up.” He mumbles.

“I was already awake. Haven’t really slept much since moving to Alluveterre.” Tam says. “And just, don’t apologize. Whatever’s going on, it’s not your fault.” He says, anger at this world, the world that has taught Keefe it’s his fault, coloring his voice. “You-- hell, all of us-- have been caught up in something bigger than ourselves. It’s not your fault that the world is falling apart behind the glittering facade. So don’t apologize for it. You can’t carry the world on your shoulders, Keefe.” 

He realises he’s still holding Keefe’s hands and tries to drop them, but Keefe catches his hands before he can. “Wait,” Keefe says, not making eye contact. “Stay, please-- please stay with me.” His voice is quiet, and tears are rolling down his face. Tam pauses, hesitant, but he wraps Keefe into a hug anyways. The two of them stay like that for what feels like hours and seconds both at once, too long and yet far too short. 

Tam is hesitant to pull away, but eventually does. He’s the first to break the silence, too. “You don’t have to talk about it, but if you want to, I can try to understand. And if not, well, I’ll still be here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

His voice is soft, almost hesitant. “Thanks, Tam. I-- just, thank you.”

“Hey,” Tam says, smiling softly, “What are soulmates for?”

The two stay together, just sitting quietly, wrapped in each other’s embrace, for the rest of the night. And when morning comes, the nightmares are long gone.