Notes: I decided I really wanted to make a Soulmate AU with Ian and Mickey so here it is. i67. tinypic ouxq53. jpg Is roughly what Mickey's vision is like before meeting his soulmate, 60% grey scale with the seeing the color of his soulmates eyes, Ian would be the same but he'd see blue instead of green. This is gonna be longer than i planned cause i just don't know how to stop my imagination so here we go
Mickey didn't always hate the idea of soulmates, when he was a kid he secretly loved the idea of someone who would love him and be perfect for him, despite his family reputation and rough upbringing. He remembered his mom explaining how soulmates worked to him, Iggy and Mandy and how all the colors they saw right now were dull expect the color their soulmates eyes would be, how you would feel strong emotions your soulmate felt and how even though not everyone meets their soulmates.(it was even more rare in places like Chicago)That it was a magical thing and that even just limited time with that person was worth more than she could also explained that their father didn't like to talk about soulmates and not to bring it up around him.
Mickey didn't get what she meant at the time, cause he always thought that his parents were soulmates, it was just before she died that he overheard her talking to Mandy. Mandy always loved the idea of soulmates too but unlike Mickey who just listened in amazement, Mandy would always ask their mom questions whenever their dad wasn't around and she got the chance. Iggy always half listened when he was around but never seemed to care too much.
One night when Terry was out on bender, celebrating whatever scam he'd accomplished that week, their mom was putting Mandy to bed, Mickey was standing outside the door silently when Mandy turned to her and whispered.
"Mommy, why doesn't Daddy like when people talk about soulmates?"
Their mom paused for a moment before holding her daughters hand in hers. "Daddy's soulmate isn't around anymore so he doesn't like thinking about it too much"
Mandy's eyes widened as did Mickeys at her response, Mandy gasped and blinked up at her mom and the question was out before Mickey had time to process the information "Daddy's not your soulmate? What happened to his, what happened to yours?"
"No, Me and your daddy aren't soulmates." She paused briefly taking in Mandy's reaction, seeing no sadness in her daughter eyes she continued "Your daddy wasn't ready for his soulmate, some people don't value their soulmates and take them for granted, so even if their destined to be it doesn't guarantee that they will stay together… Mommy's soulmate got really sick, so he couldn't stay with me." Their mom gave a sad smile as she spoke, Mickey swore he could see unshed tears in her eyes.
"Oh…" Mandy responded, unsure of how to respond before she squeezed her moms hand and frowned, asking her next question in a small voice. "What happens when your soulmate dies?"
The sadness in her eyes lessened as she smiled down at her daughter's bluntness. "You stop seeing the color their eyes were, while the rests of the colors stay. You know you'll never forget them no matter what, so part of them is always with you."
Mandy nodded to herself in understanding at her young age of 10 before her expression saddened as she nearly yelled out her next question in fear of the answer. "Do you wish you never met Daddy, and could of stayed with your soulmate and not had us?!"
Their moms eyes widened with Mickeys, Iggy was playing with he grass but stopped to hear the answer to Mandy's question. Their mother wrapped her arms around Mandy. "No! Amanda of course I don't wish for that sweetie, you know how much I love you and your brothers." she moved back and kissed Mandy on the top of the head. "I would never wish for anything that would take any of you away from me."
It was shortly after then that he realized that he didn't have any attraction to the girl his age and that his soulmate would probably be a boy, and his father made it pretty clear that being a fag, even if your soulmate was decided by birth,it was disgusting and something that he wouldn't hesitate to beat someone to a pulp or nearly kill them for. Mickey felt like he couldn't breath at the realization, at the age of 12 he skipped school for the first time and headed home, knowing his father wouldn't be there until later that evening.
He entered the house and ran into his room like he was being chased, chased by gay thought that he couldn't escape maybe. Slamming the door behind him in his rush to hide from the world, forgetting that his mother was probably home and would be sure to check on him upon hearing his door slam. It was 5 minutes later that he heard a small knock on his door, not responding their was a second knock before she entered his room anyways.
"Mikhailo, are you okay?" His mother asked softly, she always called him and Mandy by their actual names, he always pretended he hated it, but she could tell it was an act to look tough. She moved to sitting near him on the bed. He didn't move for a moment, hesitating before he shook his head. His moms hands moved to his head, her fingers going through his hair softly.
"You know you can talk to me, all I want is for you to be happy, all of you kids, you mean the world to me." Mickey blinked back the tears he didn't know were building in his eyes before he slowly sat up, moving to sit next to his mom, sighing.
"I'm scared… I don't want to ever met my soulmate." He sad while looking down at his hands, fidgeting as he spoke.
"What, why not? I always felt like you were almost just as interested in it as Amanda."She tilted her head to the side as she looked at the profile of her son, who looked more defeated than shes ever seen him.
Mickey mumbled his response quietly, shame lacing his voice as her spoke. "My soulmates probably gonna be a boy."
His mom eyes widened before she moved her hand to Mickeys face making him look at her as she spoke." No matter what, even if your soulmates a boy, once you met him he'll make you realize that there's nothing to be ashamed of and that there are gonna be people who love you no matter what."
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug, that he returned even, even though he tried to move slowly so that she wouldn't notice. she spoke again softly " I will always love you Mikhailo." She heard Mickey sniffle against her, as she continued to speak softly. "And I know its going to be hard, you just have to be strong and patient." she finished talking a tear rolled down her cheek, praying with all her might that Terry wouldn't find out and that nothing bad would happened to Mickey over something that he had no control over.
She called the school and told them that Mickey left for family reasons and that she pulled him from school herself, later that night she made his favorite foods for dinner and fortunately Terry didn't make it home that night. That night Mickey felt like he was going to be okay and didn't feel as scared about the fact that his soulmate would be a boy.
The following weeks their mom and Terry were arguing nonstop, though Mandy and Mickey couldn't really tell what they were arguing about, they started seeing bruises appear on their moms skin. Terry was overly irritable and would get mad at anything any of them did and when he would almost hit them, their mother would intervene and it would end in another fight.
Mickey, Mandy and Iggy were joking around as the walked home from school, Joey, Colin and Jamie were a bit older so they usually hung around the school or around the neighborhood until near dinner time. As they approached their front door something felt off, like the air had gotten colder. They hesitated a moment before Mickey stepped forward leading their way into the house, upon opening the door there was blood all over the floor and Mickey saw Terry sitting on the couch drinking a beer as he watched the TV, not seeming to care about the blood on the floor. Mandy gasped as she entered behind Mickey, drawing their father's attention to them. Terry glared at them before he snarled.
"What the hell are you kids looking at?! Clean this fucking mess up." Mickey felt himself go numb before he nodded but turned to Iggy slightly behind him, speaking lowly so that Terry wouldn't hear.
"Bring Mandy to her room and we'll clean this up, Call Joey and update him quick." Iggy nodded and then dragged Mandy away from the scene and into her room.
Seeing the boys nod he took another swig of his beer and looked back to the TV. Mickey pulled out the mop and pail, heading to the kitchen to fill the pail with water and bleach. Iggy entered the kitchen, and Mickey turned to him about to ask if Mandy was okay, when Iggy shook his head, already knowing the question before it was asked. All the brothers were protective of their one and only little sister, though to different degrees. Mickey was at the top followed by Joey, then Iggy, Colin then Jamie at the bottom. Jamie was more distant from the rest of them being the oldest and more quiet, he was likely to move out first among them.
Mickey nodded solemnly, noticing that Iggy was paler than he was minutes ago. Just as him and Iggy dragged the mop and pail back into the living room, Mickey noticed his mothers suit case near the door. Mickey felt like he'd just been punched in the stomach and that it was hard to breathe. He knew he should just keep quiet but not knowing wasn't an option for Mickey, he needed to know.
He spoke with a loud voice sounding stronger than he felt "Where's mom?" Iggy looked up then around the house quickly looking for her with a panicked look in his eyes.
Terry's eyes darkened as he glared at Mickey, his voice sounding angry and disgusted, almost loud enough to qualify as yelling.
"Your bitch of a mother decided she wanted to move out and leave me to look after all you kids. I wouldn't let her leave so she killed herself. Selfish bitch, leaving me to look after 6 kids. Guess she got what she wanted." He finished off his beer, throwing the can on the ground before standing up.
"Mom wouldn't leave us…"Mickey said in disbelief, his voice quiet. Iggy stopped moving and stared at the floor, willing his emotions away.
" Your mom was faggot loving whore, we"re better off without her!" Terry yelled with a snarl, his temper rising.
"Mom wouldn't leave us." Mickey repeated, his voice still quiet but full of certainty. "You… kill-" before he was able to finished his sentence Terry was lunging at him with his fists first.
"Don't you ever suggest I had anything to do with your mothers death." He spoke with malice as he punched Mickey in the face, knocking him to the floor, Mickey's vision blurred.
Terry continued to punch Mickey, over and over not noticing that the older kids have gotten home until they were using teamwork to pull him off of Mickey, yelling at him to stop and leave him alone. Mickey allowed tears to fall as he was punched by his father, thinking of his mother who'd he'd never see again, who loved them so much and the warmth she once brought to their home. Once Terry was pulled away he spat on the ground close to where Mickey was then turned away with an angry grumble. Mickey stared blankly ahead, feeling numb emotionally and physically.
"You better remember what happens when you suggest stupid things, all of you... Clean this the fuck up, I'm going to the bar." He said not even bothering to hide his annoyance for his children as he stormed out the front door slamming it in on the way out.
Joey crouched down next to Mickey examining his face and looking him over with concern, helping him sit up. Just as he was about to ask him if he was okay and loud scream came from behind.
Mandy had left her room as she heard her dad talk badly about her mom, though she stayed in the hallway out of view, the news of their mothers death had her sinking into the wall onto the ground, as she cried silently, something she'd perfected growing up around Terry. Her tears increased as she listened to the conversation between Mickey and her father. She struggled to stand as she heard the sound of Mickey being knocked to the floor, feeling dizzy and unfocused.
The sound of the door slamming bringing her back to reality as she rushed into the room. "Mickey!? Are you okay?!" She screamed running to his side and sitting next to him without second thought as more tears rolled down her face.
Mandy's scream cut through the numbness that had engulfed Mickey, he blinked down at her and seeing her tear stained face he forced his mouth to work as he gave a small nod, despite his body being in more pain than hes ever been in before. "...I-I'm fine." He voice sounded more rough.
More tears filled Mandy's eyes as she looked at all the blood covering her brother, and then at the blood on the ground under them belonging to their mother. "You're not... and M-Mom. " her voice coming out in sobs making her unable to complete her sentences as she completely broke down in front of him.
Mickey's eyes watered a bit before he pulled Mandy into a hug, even though moving caused him pain. He rubbed the unshed tears out of his eyes with his one hand, as her rubbed her back gently with the other. Before he whispered to into her hair.
"I'll be okay, we're gonna be okay. We have each other and I'm never gonna let anything happen to you." He spoke it gently but in his mind it wasn't just reassurance to make her feel better. No, it was a promise he was making to her and he intended to keep it no mater what. It was then that Mickey's childhood ended in a sense, the innocence he once carried was gone, just like the loving mother they once had. Iggy, Colin and Jamie cleaned up the floor while Joey and Mandy helped bandage up Mickey, Mandy not leaving his side for a second.
Jamie stole them a pizza for dinner that night and Mandy slept in Mickey's bed for almost two weeks before she was comfortable sleeping by herself again. Terry didn't appear back in the house for a month and a half, which Mandy was back in Mickeys bed for the first week of him being back.
After that Terry was more irritable and angry than he ever was before, it wasn't uncommon that he would almost hit one of his kids, If Mickey was around he would always say something that would piss his father off more than whatever one of his brothers did, getting the majority of the beating Terry dished out on his kids over the years.
Mickey no longer loved the idea of soulmates, someone feeling his strong emotions when his life was hell, who the fuck would want to deal with that? Who would want someone like him who was dirty, poor, damaged with scars, had no manners and who was disgusting cowardly faggot? No one, so no he didn't need a soulmate, his life already felt grey so it's not like he needed any more color in it anyways.