This is for MagicDuckInABox request. Au where if you write on yourself, it shows up on your soulmate's skin. Sorry for taking so long!
Title: Sharpie
Y/n
Here I am, sitting in class, bored out of my mind. Tell me again exactly why we need to learn Latin? It's a dead language, for crying out loud!
I sigh, rummaging through my bag to find my sketchbook. Except I can't find it. A small panic overtakes me, and I find myself chewing my lip nervously as I dig through the bag like a mad man.
"Is there a problem, Ms L/n," the teacher asks pointedly, glaring at me. I shrink under the gaze of my classmates, though I'm not scared of glaring back.
"Nope, carry on," I smile with fake sweetness, rolling my eyes as soon as they turn away.
Internally groaning, I pull out my sharpie and begin carefully drawing on my arm. It's a hand reaching out of the water. On a banner above, I write don't let me drown. I smile a little satisfied with my new body art.
Philip
I'm a straight (are you though, Philip?) a student, and I'm just trying to focus in history when I feel something itching the back of my hand. I nearly scream upon seeing a hand reaching out of water, the words don't let me drown on a banner above. It's a beautiful and slightly creepy drawing, but how in the hell did it show up on me?
I recall Theodosia Burr rambling mindlessly to me about how she found her soulmate. Apparently, Frances Laurens had been scribbling on herself in pen and it appeared on Theo's skin. My friend had freaked at first; before going home to look it up. When she discovered what it meant, she found Frances by the pen marks on her arm and they started dating after a few weeks.
The bell rings, and I bolt out of my seat, rushing into the halls. I grab a sharpie from my locker and, hand shaking, carefully write the words hey, i'm Philip and i think we're soulmates. Hopefully that won't spook whoever this person is, he or she or neither or both.
Y/n
hey, i'm Philip and i think we're soulmates. I scream loudly and someone dashes down the hall.
"Are you okay," he exclaims, clearly worried. He's of average height, brown curls, green eyes, and freckles. He is a straight a student and will probably end up being a lawyer someday. Philip Hamilton.
"Are you Philip," I blurt, ignoring his question. His pale face flushes.
"Uh, yeah, why?" the boy rubs the base of his neck.
"Don't let me drown," I whisper. His eyes widen.
"Hey, I'm Philip and I think we're soulmates," Philip mumbles, seizing my hand. "Philip Hamilton."
"Y/n L/n."
•••
Three years later
"I'm home," Philip shouts as he enters the room.
"Philip," a squeaky voice squeals.
"James, get back here now, it's time to clean up for dinner," Y/n scolds, stopping short and freezing upon noticing her fiance.
The couple are looking after Frances and Theodosia's son so they can have a night out.
"Hi, beautiful," Philip smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Oh, my eyes, I think I'm dying," James cries dramatically, falling onto the couch.
"Hush up," Y/n laughs, pecking Philip's lips again. "I need to get the rascal to wash his hands."
"Good luck," Philip smirks, knowing it would be nearly impossible.
James has been put to bed, and Philip and Y/n lean against each other on the couch, clearly exhausted. He kisses her temple, feeling her slumber against him. Philip drifts off to sleep too.
Frances and Theodosia come home to a sleeping pair of babysitters. They share an evil grin before pulling a blanket over them and taking a picture.
