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Soulmate AU otpprompts
Imagine your OTP in a Soulmates AU. In this universe, the indication that people are soulmates is immediately clear (first words written on skin, some kind of bonding reaction when they touch, etc.).
Both members of your OTP have been looking forward to the day they meet their soulmate and feel like they’ve been waiting forever for it. Now imagine the moment they meet and realize they’ve finally found their soulmate.
((http://w.tt/1t9QX1A )) (My Fanfic.))
*Hamish’s POV*
I trace the tiny triangle tattooed on my arm as Father walks into the room blaring his violin, ordering for me to get out of bed and I groan. Maybe today will be the day. I think glancing back at the mark. The day I meet her. My soulmate. I grin slightly and walk toward the door to prepare for the day of school ahead.
*Delilah’s POV*
“HEY BITCH! GET UP AND MAKE ME BREAKFAST!” My father Scott orders, his voice booming from the living room. I jolt awake from my sleep and glance down at my arm, grinning in assurance at the triangle decorating my forearm. Will today be the day? I think, climbing out of bed as the door swings open as Scott grips my arm, throwing me downward, followed by numerous strikes to the chest and face as I cry out in pain, “Stop! What did I do to you?!” His face hardens as he begins to mark my face and neck by digging into my skin with his fingernails, then grabbing a knife from the table beside him, being to carve into my face. I yelp in pain as tears form by my eyes, “Stop! Please!” I cry, breaking free from his grip and grab my bag, bolting out of the doorway toward the direction of the school, feeling a wetness from my forehead and neck as blood surfaces from the nail and knife marks.
*Hamish’s POV*
“Oh look! It’s the school’s little dirtbag, who’d you sleep with now Carter?” Eric says, smirking at a small framed girl covered with bruises and cuts on her forehead and face, blood slowly oozing from the open wounds. I shove at his arm and glare as he stares back at me. “Leave her alone Eric.” I look over at the girl and she flinches as I approach her, offering my hand. “Ignore that guy, I’m Hamish. Would you like some help cleaning up?” She nods and replies with a gentle murmur. “Okay…I’m Delilah. But you can call me Dee if you want, it’s nice to meet you Hamish.” I motion for her to follow me into the economics classroom to the right of us and Delilah sits down on a desk as I wipe the excess blood from the large cut across her forehead. She then glances down at her arm and grits her teeth in pain, squeezing her eyes shut. I stumble backward slightly as I feel a burning sensation begin to race through my arm and roll up my sleeve, exposing my mark to her as it fades entirely to black. “Did you feel that too?” I inquire, examining my arm followed by her rolling her sleeve up and she gasps when she finds a black triangle identical to mine on her arm. “We’re soulmates….” Delilah says with excitement, meeting eyes with me and I smile. “I guess we are then.” I say, examining her facial features as she looks at me with curiosity followed by a laugh. I chuckle and glance back down toward our identical marks in awe. She looks back up at me and guides her fingers down my face, my lips crashing to hers, “I know we just met Delilah, but I think that I’m in love with you already.” She giggles into the kiss and grins, nodding excessively, “I couldn’t agree more Hamish.”
*at 221b*
“Dad? Father? I’m home! There’s someone I want you to meet.” Father pokes his head out from the kitchen and stares at Dee with an investigative glance. “This girl has been abused since she was child due to the various scars, cuts and bruises to her body. Something tells me that it’s by her father figure due to the size of them; a mother’s marks would be much smaller and discrete, and you don’t eat much do you? You’re paper thin darling.” He says, gently grasping Delilah’s wrist and she moves closer to me and I intertwine our fingers, exhaling slowly, extinguishing my built up anger. “Father. This is Delilah, She’s my soulmate.” I say as Father stares at me and back at Dee with an apologetic glance. “Oh…I completely apologize sweetie, I’m Sherlock. My husband John should be home soon. Feel free to make yourself at home.” Dee nods and I show her the living room, sitting beside her on the sofa. “Are you alright? I’m sorry about my Father, he deduces everyone that he meets, it’s just in his nature. What did he say about abuse?” Delilah’s body tenses from my question as she removes her cardigan, exposing faded and new scars and fresh looking bruises beginning to surface on her arms and chest, along with fresh cuts on her back with dried blood along her shoulders and spine. “My father has raped and abused me since my mum died. I was only three when he hurt me for the first time, then it became habit for him, he’s an alcoholic.” I shake my head in disbelief and grasp her hands in mine, pressing gentle kisses to her scarred body, careful to avoid any possible trigger areas. “Why would anyone hurt a beautiful girl like you? I’m going to protect you Delilah, I promise.” Dee nods and wipes the corners of her eyes with her sleeve. “Thank you Hamish, for everything.” I nod and kiss her nose softly. “You’re welcome, were those scars from anything recent?” She nods and leans her head on my shoulder, pulling way instantly, unsure about her actions. “It’s okay Dee, go ahead.” She leans her head on my shoulder and sighs. “He hurt you this morning, didn’t he?” I ask, worried for her. Dee then turns to look toward me and shakes her head. “Yeah. I don’t feel safe at home anymore. When he comes home drunk it’s like I’m his punching bag. My mum was his before she died when I was three. They weren’t even soulmates…” I intertwine our fingers again as Dad enters the room, sitting in his armchair. “Afternoon Hamish. Who’s your friend here? Sherlock told me that she’s apparently your soulmate, is that true?” I glance between Delilah and Dad and chuckle, nodding my head. “Yes she is. But I’ll let her do the talking.” Dee smiles and offers her hand toward Dad. “Hello sir. My name’s Delilah.” Dad grins in return and shakes her hand before staring at her scars and bruises. “Delilah, were you hurt by someone?” She recoils from his touch nervously and slips her cardigan over her shoulders before answering the phone in her pocket with a nervous tone. “H-hello? D-dad?” Shouting occurs on the other side of the line as she shutters from fright. Dad glances toward me and I motion to her injuries and then to her phone and he nods, understanding my point. “I-I’m g-getting the alcohol…a-and the n-needles. L-like you told me….I’ll be home soon.” Dee stutters, walking toward the door and I take her hand gently as more shouting occurs then silence on the other side of the line. “I have to go home Hamish, it was nice meeting your parents.” I shake my head and Father walks out of the kitchen, in our direction. “Delilah. You don’t deserve to live with an abusive father. Do you have anywhere to go sweetie?” Dee shakes her head and wipes her eyes again. “I-I have to go h-home sir…He n-needs me.” Father shakes his head and motions back to the living room. “He doesn’t need you. He’ll hurt you, I’m going to call him and give him a piece of my mind.” I wrap my arms gently around Dee’s waist and rest my chin on her shoulder as Father dials the phone, setting the phone to speaker. “Is this Delilah’s father?” Dee’s body tenses and I hold her closer, murmuring softly to her. “Just breathe love, you’re okay. I’m right here.” She nods and her father shouts loudly through the line. “What the hell’d the slut do now? I’ll teach ‘er a lesson for ya, just ditch her. That whore needs to learn!” Father clenches his jaw and Dad grasps his arm, attempting to calm him. “Mr. Carter, your daughter is not a whore, I can assure you. But she has various scars and bruises from abuse by your hand which is obvious so don’t try to deny it! I will personally take her away from you for what you’ve done. You asshole, you never deserved to have a child or wife.” Laughter begins from the line as he says. “Yeah? Who the hell do you think you are?” Father continues to become tense and pushes Dad’s arm away before yelling various threats and hanging up the phone. “Delilah, you can stay here tonight. We have a spare room and if you want we can go with you to get some clothes and other necessities from your house, is that alright with you?” Father inquires as Dee nods softly and I rub small circles on her back. “Okay. Hamish will go with you.”
*Delilah’s POV*
Hamish and I approach the door as Scott opens the screen door, stumbling toward me, recently stoned and drunk beyond recovery. “What do you want now you slut?! You little bitch! You need to be taught a lesson dammit!” I recoil back in fear of being hit as Scott swings his fist forward, causing me to be struck as Hamish retaliates, punching him back across the jaw before grasping my waist reassuringly. “I’ll stay right beside you, okay?” I nod and walk into the house, the stench of alcohol filling the room, before entering my tiny, barren bedroom and grab a duffle bag from under the bed, filling it with my small collection of clothes and books. “Is this it? Do you want me to grab anything for you?” Hamish asks and I look over at a small stack of my Mum’s belongings in the corner of the room and a small grin appears on my face as I place them in my backpack, zipping it closed. “This is it. Can we go please?” Hamish nods and intertwines my fingers with his, leading me to the car as my father throws an empty glass bottle toward us and he holds my head to his chest, helping me inside the car with my bags. “Are you alright Dee? You have a gash on your head…” Hamish asks, swiping his fingers over my forehead, wiping the excess blood. I nod and swat his hands away, glancing at the bruise forming over his right eye and I brush my hand over his cheek as he winces, recoiling from my touch. “Careful…” I frown slightly, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead. “Can we go back to the house now?” Hamish nods, backing
out of the driveway onto the road.
*at 221b*
“You can use my bed if you would like, I can sleep on the couch until something is sorted out.” Hamish suggests and I shake my head, patting a spot on the bed beside me. “It’s okay Hamish, I would feel safer with you. Would your parents be alright with it?” Hamish nods and hands me a T-shirt as I slip it over my head. “Thank you Hamish, for everything.” Hamish lies beside me and snakes an arm around my waist, holding my back against his chest. “You’re welcome Dee.” I lay my head gently against him and intertwine our fingers together, staring down at our matching symbols. “My mum always told me that everyday that you’re with your soulmate after you meet the tattoos will get more detailed and intricate. Do you believe that?” Hamish glances at the symbols and nods. “My parents’ symbols were just a group of small stars when they met but now they each have more pictures connecting to each other on their arms. They’ve been together since I was 7.” He places a kiss to my forehead and smiles. “I love you Delilah, you don’t have to be alone anymore.” I nod and kiss him gently on his lips, causing our foreheads to touch. “I love you too Hamish. Always.” He grins and fixes the duvet around us. “Always.” I look down at our arms tangled together and see small, twisting vines and flowers begin to branch outward from our tattoos and nudge Hamish’s ribs and whisper loudly with excitement. “Hamish! There are other pictures appearing already!” He glances between me and our arms, smiling widely. “That’s great. I can’t wait to see what we end up with.” I nod and cuddle closer to him before slowly fading into sleep.
*next day*
*Hamish’s POV*
Light begins to seep into the room from my small window as I look over at Dee, examing her sleeping figure as she begins to stir and tremble beside me. “Dee? What’s wrong?” I inquire, laying a hand on her shoulder gently as she suddenly cries out, raising her arms to her face. “No! Please….” I gently nudge her shoulder as she jolts awake, screaming in fright. “Shhhh sweetheart….” I murmur into her shoulder as she grips the fabric of my shirt, crying softly from the shock. “I’ve got you. I won’t leave.” Dee nods as Father opens my door, a worried expression washing over him. “Hamish? What happened?” I glance up at him, then back at Dee sobbing in my arms. “She had a nightmare, I think it was about her father.” Dee lifts her head from my shoulder and nods before I wipe the tears from her face. “Would you like to talk with Mrs. Hudson or John dear?” Father offers, sitting on the edge of my bed. “No thank you, I’m alright.” He nods in acknowledgement and stands up before walking out of the room. “Would you like to talk about it with me? Would that be better?” Dee shakes her head, leaning against me. “It was about the night he started cutting me…” She chokes out, attempting to hold back more tears when she lifts her shirt, exposing a long scar across her torso. I shake my head in disbelief and gently press kisses to her chest and she gazes at my arm, a smile appearing across her features. “Hamish! Look at your arm!” I look over at where my arm is placed on her leg and grin, examining the bursting henna decorating our arms. “Wow. It formed overnight…that’s rare.” Dee smiles wider, pecking me on the cheek. “Should we ask Mr. Holmes if he knows why it formed faster?” I nod, intertwining our fingers together as I stand up from the bed, Dee following me out of the room as Dad looks up from his tea sitting at the kitchen table. “Good morning you two, What’s on your arm Hamish?” He asks as I grin, showing him our arms. “The tattoos came overnight, is that normal Dad?” Dad shakes his head, examing our symbols before glancing toward Father’s study. “Sherlock! Hamish and Dee have their tattoos already!” Father then appears beside Delilah, examing the new markings scattered across our arms. “Amazing…I’ve never heard of the tattoos appearing overnight, they look beautiful.” I smile and peck Dee’s cheek and she gazes down at her arm, smiling widely. “Thank you.” Father looks over at my arm and chuckles softly, looking over at Dad. “My son found his soulmate John…”