Deviating Love Affair - Prologue
Soulmate AU with DBH Connor
Pair: DBH Connor x Female! Reader
Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday. However you, being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day. After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist. Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.
A/N: So I just got this idea like this morning and I thought it would be interesting to write it as a series. I’m not sure if this really follows all of the rules with soulmate stuff but whatever. This is just a little blurb I wrote up to kind of set everything up. If I see that several of you like the idea, I’ll go through with it (since I’ve had instances where I just started a series right off the bat and no one really read it). Enjoy!
You looked down at your desk covered with hundreds of files that Fowler wanted you to organize. Your desk clock had read, 5:27 PM on August 5, 2038. You sighed as you thought about all of the filing that you had to get done by the end of tonight. You would think that with advanced technology, all of this paperwork would be electronic; however, this was not the case. People at the Detroit Police Department still appreciated the feeling of paper in yellow manila folders and because of this, it meant that you were in charge of organizing the whole thing, especially since you were the youngest in the station.
“Hey kiddo,” you heard Hank’s voice say.
You looked over your shoulder and noticed Hank with an outstretched hand, holding a cup of coffee. “Thanks, Hank,” you said with a smile before taking the hot beverage from him.
“So Fowler dumped all of the work on you huh?” he asked, grabbing the nearest chair and moving it next to you to take a seat.
“Yeah, but is it that surprising?” you asked before taking another sip of your coffee.
Hank chuckled before shaking his head no. “Well, that’s why I’m here,” he said as he grabbed a couple of folders, “I’m here to help.”
A couple of hours and multiple papercuts later, you and Hank were finally done with placing the mounds of paperwork in their perspective folders. You sighed in relief as you placed the stack of folders in alphabetical order on Fowler’s already crowded desk.
“Ready to go?” Hank asked as he handed you your jacket.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said as you reached to grab your jacket from his hand.
You noticed Hank’s eyebrows furrow as he stared at your outstretched arm, “What?” you asked.
“What’s that on your wrist?”
You followed his gaze to your right arm and noticed that a black tattoo had formed on your wrist. Your eyes widened as you brought your wrist closer to you, your left thumb rubbing your skin as if you were expecting it to rub off right away.
“Your soulmate tattoo finally came in,” Hank said with a smile, “What’s the lucky guy’s name?”
“Connor.”
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