Fluffed Up Phanfic

The Soulmates Fic

When Phil was just a kid in primary school, the other kids had a game. They called it "the soulmates game". A kid, usually one of the older ones, would take your hands and give you two letters. The letters were supposed to be the first and last Initials of the person you were supposed to be soulmates with. However, Phil found no real need to really figure out who his soulmate is. He had his entire life. But one day he got curious and asked an upperclassman to read his intials. They explained the details of the soulmate game to him, finding out even more about his future with the power of prediction and soulmates.

The older girl sat him down at a table, lots of her friends circled around to see. She took Phil's right hand and looked at his ring finger. She gazed at the letter. "D" the letter D was apparently written on it on his veins. Since he was right hand dominant, that was the first initial. She took his second hand and gazed at his ring finger. "H". Then she smiled right back up at Phil and repeated what she's just fortold him. "D H." That meant his soulmate had the initials DH. Where was he going to find a girl like that? The answer: he wasnt.

Years pass and he has never forgotten his little soulmate game. He constantly looks a tad his hands to see if the letters are the same. He learned to read the veins. His palms said he was going to get happily married. His wrist said he would be the father of a beautiful little girl and the space between his thumb and index finger told him it would be a girl. The letters remain the same. DH. He started his YouTube channel, maybe with a bit of hope he could meet his soulmate via the internet. What he never expected was to get a fan shoutout from someone.

Daniel Howell. He read the message and smiled. Looks like he was also in the UK. He wouldn't mind meeting another guy around here. He looked at his name again, then glanced back to his hands. Daniel Howell. DH. Wait a second, he can't be his soulmate. He's a guy, remember? But maybe it's  a sign he should really meet this person. Phil Lester had always been superstitious, his grandmother being a super awesome psychic who can play the spoons super well and all. He smiled to himself and grabbed his Lion off the ground. He looked in his eyes. He was going to meet him!

More years pass and Phil finds himself in the London Flat with the same Daniel Howell who reached out to him way back then. Of course, he still had his emo hair and everything was perfect. He was growing even more comfortable with the fact that Dan actually might be his soulmate. They got along almost too perfectly to be a coincidence. They were like two halves of the same whole. Dan opened up to him  ore than anyone else has. He was so much happier when he was around Phil. Phil was so much happier when he was around Daniel. He even had the initials. DH.

"Hey Bear, can I see your hands?"

Phil asks Dan one morning over breakfast. Phil was focused on his little predictions, thinking back to the superstitious psychic collab he did with Dan on his channel. Dan was just eating his cereal (that he stole a little bit from earlier) and drinking his tea like a true British person. Meanwhile Phil was more quiet than normal, tearing at the thick dark brown liquid practically boiling in his mug. He always was going to be a coffee pig. Then he heard that little half breath half laugh that dan made. He couldn't help but feel a smile creep over his extremely pale lips.

"Sure Phil, don't know what kind of pshycic stuff you're going to do to me this time."

Dan rolled his eyes and opened his palms, reaching over the table so Phil can diagnose his hands with whatever future was in store for him. Phil took a nervous inhale as he caressed Dan's hand in his own. His left, of course. That was his dominant hand, meaning the features would be more prominent and accurate on this hand. He checked the palm first. He dragged his finger across it, looking for the M. He found the creases in the hand that formed the letter. He would be getting married. That's a start. Maybe just maybe Dan was actually his soulmate. Phil's art was racing inside of his chest.

Phil then checked down to his wrist. The wrist also has those little creases on them. The number of the creases on your wrist just about to join your hand was how many kids you would have. You could do the same thing with the prominent veins on that part of the wrist. He could only see one. Now Phil was feeling a little bit light headed. He also only had one child. He flipped the hand around and looked between his thumb and index finger. The color was pink and there was only one real segment. A daughter. A beautiful daughter, similar to his own hand. Phil glanced up at Dan. He never looked more puzzled. Phil felt so flustered. His pale skin surely wasn't so pale any more. The last test.

Phil looked down at his ring finger. The letter. There was a prominently blue vein in the spot where the letter should be. Then there was a prominently crease curving around in a semicircle connecting to the vein. It was a P. Phil held in his gasp and moved onto the second hand. There's no way. There's no way. There's no way! He looked and saw two blue veins shining brighter than any star. It was definitely an L. Not even a retarded person could see that as any other letter. His initials were PL. PL. Philip Lester. One daughter and he was to be married.They were soulmates! Phil couldn't contain his grin. Dan let out that half breath of a laugh again.

"Phil? What did you just do?"

Phil looked up, happiness flooding him. He had so many emotions. He was actually feeling a little bit overwhelmed at the same time. He finally proofed to himself that he found his soulmate. Not only that, the soulmate game was real. It's  hard to believe a game he played in primary school would help him find the one person he was destined to be with. Destiny was real. Soulmates were real. Love was real. Phil just smiled at dan and said the statement that would make dan cry real gay happy tears.

"I found my soulmate."

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