Summary: Imagine where Chris learns from Coop that Bianca isn't his soulmate. It's someone else, a different witch.

Requested by: lenathemushroom
Prompt: I love your blog, and was hoping for an imagine where Chris learns from Uncle Coop that Bianca isn't his soul mate it's someone else, a different witch. Please thank you x
Characters: Chris Halliwell, Bianca, Coop

Originally published 18 June 2018

Chris stared at his Uncle Coop in disbelief and subconsciously tightened his hold on Bianca's hand. "Say that again."

The Cupid's gaze was sympathetic as his eyes flicked toward Chris and Bianca's joined hands. "I'm sorry, Chris, but Bianca isn't your soulmate. A different witch is."

Anger flashed in the Phoenix witch's dark eyes; Chris's jaw tightened as he forced himself to hold his uncle's gaze. "You're lying," Bianca said coldly. "You just don't trust me because I'm a Phoenix—or what I did to Chris in the other timeline when I brought him back."

Coop shook his head. "No. That's not it. I'm a Cupid; we don't lie about soulmates. I really am sorry. I know how much you meant to each other in the original timeline, but the two of you are not soulmates."

Chris's hold on Bianca's hand went slack, then vanished altogether as his mind whirled with shock. He'd been engaged to her in the other timeline; he'd helped her want to be a better person… He didn't even think he would find her again in this timeline, with their lives being so different and Bianca being at least four or five years older than him. And yet… doubt crept into the back of his mind.

Him proposing to her had been slightly manipulative on his part. He remembered Bianca always being the one to initiate intimacy between them. And… he had broken off their engagement when she realigned with Wyatt and went back to the past to retrieve him and stripped his powers. Were soulmates supposed to act like that?

Vaguely he was aware of a distortion in the air next to him as Bianca shimmered away. When she was gone, Chris swallowed, wet his lips as he met his uncle's gaze. "So… if Bianca's not my soulmate," he began, "…who is?"

"Like I said, another witch," Coop said. He held out his hand, his Cupid ring glinting on his finger as it caught the light. "If you want, I can show you, take you to her."

Chris hesitated, staring at the ring on his uncle's hand. Bianca, forgive me.

He reached out and grasped Coop's hand. A second later, there was nothing where the Cupid and Whitelighter-witch had been standing.