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Right On Time >> Kraglin Obfonteri X Reader

Title: Right On Time

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri X Reader

Warnings: soulmate au with marks on skin! fluff! cutesy! modern day au!

Spoilers: nope!

Author's Note: This was a request from my tumblr, for modern soulmate au kraglin x reader. Also, thank you to all you Readers out there for the 115K reads on this fic collection, and the 1K follows on my account! You're all the best. Thanks, my pals. 

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The January you got the job at the university as the professor's assistant, was the same May that your skin started telling stories. It sounds strange when put that way, but that was life. Some people had computers embedded into their arms, or a colour-blindness that kept them from seeing the love of their lives' eye colour. You were barely twenty-two, and honestly, freaked out. The whole soulmate phenomenon was as unpredictable as it sounded. It was never expected to happen since birth, nor some magical day allocated to you for the universe to shout out hurrah! Gosh, no. You were just as clueless as to the person you would fall for. Except, you knew they liked to draw lazy little spirals on their forearms, and get bruises the colour of peaches upon their chest, and neck. So, you wore layers of clothes to hide it all from the professor, and from the world.

But once you were back in your private room (complimentary housing from the pocket of Dr Irani Rael's tenure) you bared your skin, watching the child-like pictures come to life while you marked her endless papers, watching as they would fade away in time, or wash away in the shower. It was like a secret magic you had to yourself, something only you knew about. It felt good having a secret, like it was just for your eyes only, and the person who left you such pretty pictures on your forearms. Almost absentmindedly, you started doodling back – colouring in a stencilled picture, or writing to-do notes on the back of your hand only to have a reply of don't forget to do laundry!! or you drink coffee too? gosh you might be my soulmate! It was oddly comforting knowing someone out there had a sort of intimate-knowledge of you, without it being too intimate.

To be frank, it was strange that it would ever happen to you. Your parents had not been soulmates, and lived happy lives with the people they were destined to be with (just not each other) and their children in other wedlock's had their fair share of the fantasy of falling in love. Perhaps the soulmate thing wasn't just for those in the loop. Maybe all living things had soulmates. Did potatoes have soulmates? Did panda bears?

So, you wore long sleeves to your post at the university by day, and by night, traced your fingers over the child-like pictures on your body that came and went.

Kraglin Obfonteri worked two jobs. At first, it had been a way of keeping himself fed and not dying on the street like the rest of the people in the city, but the second job turned into something...more. He'd always wanted to be just like his uncle, Yondu, but ever since the man had adopted the stray Peter Quill, he'd found it hard to be near the guy. Even with his mob ties, and the prospect of never having to go a day without food. Kraglin always wanted to be a race-car driver, but with no money and idea how to drive an actual race car, he was left with the one thing he could do. Join his uncle's mob group, and keep working at the soap shop.

It was nice, being around people who'd had dreams just like his, which had turned to dust. Solidified his ideas, kept him grounded. The money wasn't bad, and he was always left with a feeling that he was a part of something bigger than him. Like he was tall enough to touch the sky without tiptoes.