kam oneshots

the string connecting us

a/n: a short little red-string-of-fate fic because this other oneshot is taking WAY too long to write, so hopefully this will satisfy you until then.

anyways! this is short and sweet. wordcount: 1.5k

The first time Keefe saw it, he thought it was blood.

He was panicked, thinking that he had somehow cut his finger, but then realized-

It wasn't blood. It was a string.

It wrapped around his pinky and extended off into the distance, far beyond his sight.

And it terrified him.

He didn't know what it meant-was he imagining it? Mother had always reprimanded his overactive imagination. And it didn't seem like anyone else could see it.

So he sat down on his bed, tucking his knees to his chest, and tried to focus on breathing.

He was perfectly fine. There was nothing wrong with him. He was just imagining the string, it didn't exist.

Keefe did everything he could to get rid of it; he tried cutting it, but it was non-corporeal, he tried washing it away, he tried burning it, but nothing worked.

Finally, like any reasonable child, he decided that the only thing he could do was cut off his finger.

He was in the kitchen, a knife poised over where his pinky connected to his hand, eyes closed. He prepared to slam it down with all his strength.

A panicked shout made him open his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

His mother rushed into the room, pulling the knife away from him and turning to glare at him. Her lips pursed, clearly about to berate him, when Keefe broke down crying.

In the midst of his sobs, he told her about the string, and how he was scared that he wasn't normal.

To his surprise, his mother simply smiled and shushed him.

"Ah, I forgot how naïve children were. Keefe, do you know what a soulmate is?"

He didn't.

"A soulmate is the person with whom your very soul is bonded to, across all time and space, who you are fated to be with. And that string is connected to yours."

Keefe stared up at her, eyes wide. "Can you see it?"

This made his mother laugh, a bit derisively. "Only you can see your string, Keefe." She then leaned down to stare her son in the eyes. "For your sake, I hope your soulmate is a good match."

Keefe nodded, hoping that he would meet his soulmate soon.

*

"So, yeah, that's how I got my red string." Keefe leaned back in his chair, sipping from a mug of cinnacreme while his friends stared at him in shock.

"You tried to cut off your finger?" Sophie shouted, pulling out a few eyelashes in worry.

"Keefe, I knew you were an idiot, but not that much of an idiot!" Even Fitz looked stressed as he ran a hand through his dark hair.