THIS IDEA WAS GIVEN TO ME BY Mettatontale.

TYPE: FLUFF

;Prompt; Okay so this is a Teenlock, soulmate AU. Your soulmates name is written on your wrist and when you turn a certain age, you meet your soulmate.

OKAY. LETS FUCK THIS SHIT UP.

JOHNS POV

I nervously looked back down at my wrist for the 100th time. The name on my wrist glowed faintly, and was written in a delicate curly faunt. Sherlock Holmes. 'Will he like me? Will I like him?? Will I like her? Is it a her? Well, its not like it matters.'

I sat on the park bench, tapping my foot to no certain rhythm. Today was the day, the day I met my soulmate. I was now 19 and..."prepared" to see the person I was supposed to spend my eternity with. 'Maybe it is a girls name?' I stared at the name again. 'Hmm...no I think thats a guy name.'

I gently rubbed my thumb over the beautiful faunt. It was delicatly traced, with big swirls and gracious curls. They say the way your soulmates name is written is also supposed to give a little insight as to what their personality is like. So this...person, must be a very formal man or woman. 'I hope they arent too uptight.'

"Well they sure are late." I grumbled and checked my watch once more. Another thing about finding your soulmate is that you are given directions at where you are meant to meet. Apperantly, this man did not get the memo and off doing fuck knows what.  

"John?" I jumped and turned around. "Oh, hey Mike." (I forgot the mans name from the first episode, and I also couldnt find it anywhere. Sorry if that is wrong). Mike is one of my friends at Uni, we take art together. "Waitin on your soulmate?" I had no doubt he saw how worried and flushed I looked. "Yes. You?" Mike shrugged and sighed. "We are meeting later. Her names Alyssa Crochner." He showed me the cute faunt. He smiled to himself. "I bet she's amazing."

I groaned and dropped my head in my hands. "How are you so...calm?" Mike laughed and patted my back. "Relax mate, they are your soulmate. You will be perfect together, so why worry?" I shrugged. "I dont know. Its just...nerve-wracking." Mike nodded. "Well, who is your person then?"

I looked at my wrist. "Sherlock Holmes." The name rolled off my tounge oddly, but pleasently. Mike raised his eyebrows. "A bloke?" I shrugged. "It might be a girl, besides even it is a man im bi. And it doesnt matter either way, because we are soulmates." Mike nodded again.

"True, true. Well before I go get ready for tonight I have to swing by a pals place and drop off a few things. Come with me?" I tried to refuse, but he seemed oddly eager. After a minute or two of arguing, I succumbed. "Alright, alright ill come." Mike's smile was a little too mischevious as he stood.

"Lets get going then." I stood and walked with him. "So who is this friend?" Mike chuckled. "Oh, youll like him im sure." I decided just to drop it for now and walk with him. My soulmate will just have to wait. 'Well its his fault for being late anyways...'

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SHERLOCKS POV

"Damn it Mike where are you." I flew around my station, constantly moving things and checking in on some of my test substances. As I turned over a vile, I noticed something glowing on my wrist. Setting aside my goggles I flipped my hand over for a better look. John Watson. I scrunched my nose in confusion. "What the hell-?" I froze in realization and groaned. "Ohhh no! Today!?"

I went back through my mail pile, dreading the letter. Unfortunately my eyes spotted the formal envelope. I opened it and read it with a knotted stomache.

Dear Sherlock Holmes,

Today your soulmate has appeared on your wrist. You are to meet him infront of Angelos on 334 Riverdale St by 2: 35. (sorry if thats incorrect as well. continue with the story). Have a wonderful life.

P.s. I hope he is a good match, brother dear.

The UK government,

aka Mycroft Holmes

I threw the letter down with an aggrivated cry. I had always dreaded this day. The day that I would be tied down to some simple minded...what does my brother call them? Ah, goldfish. I was going to be tied down to some ordinary goldfish that would need care and attention and all of those unneccesary things.

I checked the clock. 3:15. "Well, its too late now I guess." I dissmissed the thoughts and put my focus back onto my work.

Knock Knock

"About bloody time." I grumbled. I opened the door for them and quickly turned back to my work. "Hello Sherlock, sorry for being so late but I picked up an...aquantince of yours along the way." I scruched up my nose and turned to him. "Aquaintence?" Mike knew that I had no friends, so what was he on about? Then I noticed the short and slightly stocky man beside him.

He was flushed and seemed a little tacken back. The bags under his eyes stated that he stays up late at night studying or partying. But looking at how he dresses and how he carries himself, I would say studying. And a lot of it, which means he must be training for something important. Doctor is a high possibility. Also paired with how he carries himself, I would say Army Doctor. I then noticed his wrist and saw my own name printed there. 'So this is my goldfish?'

He was a very attractive man, to say the least. Nice eyes and strong arms. And his face was so...open. Readable and a little impish. But cute. Very much so. I pulled off a polite smile. "Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes. And you must be John Watson."

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JOHNS POV

I helped Mike carry some bags up the stairs of 221 Baker St and sighed. "What the hell is in here?" Mike shrugged. "I dont really know. I picked it up from a pretty shady location and was told to bring it here. Ive figured out that its just better not to ask." I laughed. "No offense Mike, but this bloke sounds wierd." Mike chuckled in response. "You're telling me."

The door suddenly opened and we rushed inside. I let Mike take the lead, knowing that he knows more about this place than me. "Hello Sherlock, sorry for being so late but I picked up an...aquantince of yours along the way." Mike sent me a cheeky grin. My mouth popped open. 'My soulmate!? Oh shit.'

The man turned to us and had a look of confusion. Well ill be damned. He was pretty fucking hot. His elbony curls bunched around his slim face nicely, his thick lashes coating his unique eyes. I gulped looking at his plump lips and lean body. 'How the hell did I get stuck with this guy?' Then he turned and looked at me and I was sure that he could here my heart beating.

I grew a little hot under his gaze. I watched him size me up, nervously waiting for a dissapointed look. My breathe hitched as he locked eyes with me again. His smile was obviously fake, but I was thankful he wasnt turning away in disgust. "Hello, my name is Sherlock Holmes. And you must be John Watson."

Mike had to nudge me and I put out my hand. "Y-Yes, I am he. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Holmes." Sherlock turned away from my hand and I frowned. "Call me Sherlock. It would be easier since we are soulmates." My heart sped up and I flushed with embarressment. "Uhm yes, it would." I wanted to rip Mikes smirk off. "Well ill leave you both to it. See you later Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock remained silent as Mike slipped back out of the doorway. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "Could you hand me those tongs?" I jumped at the break of silence. "S-Sure." I quickly handed him the tongs and stepped back. We fell back into silence and I started to grow impatient. "Look, if im just going to stand here-" "Hand me those tweezers." He cut me off, pointing blindly to where they were. I angrily handed them to him and started again.

"Look, I am not going to just stand here and hand you equipment all day. I dont know if you care about today, but I do. So say something to me."

"Afgahnistahn or Irauq?"

I blinked. "What?" Sherlock gave a deep sigh and turned to me. "Where do you want to be stationed?Afgahnistahn or Irauq?"

I blinked again. "H-How did you know-?" "I deduced you John. You want to be an army doctor so tell me, and I will not ask again. Afgahnistahn or Irauq?" I tried not to stutter. "Afgahnistahn." Sherlock raised his brows. "Hmm interesting." I couldnt fight a blush and nodded. "I guess so. And what do you mean by, 'you deduced me'?"

Sherlock peeled off his gloves and explained. "I notice things that the normal human eye does not notice. I take in facts and tid-bits about your features and body language to piece together enough evidence to make a conclusion. The conclusion I have drawn fron you, is that you are wanting to be an army doctor. Am I wrong?"

I shook my head. "No. Thats brilliant." I was satisfied to see mild surprise show on his face. "Funny, that isnt the normal reaction I get." I furrowed my brows. "What normal reaction do you get?" He smirked. "Piss off." We both chuckled. "So, are we going to stay in here all day or actually go on a date?"

Another amused expression crossed his face. "Being bold are we?" I flushed a little and shrugged. "Depends. Do you like it?" Sherlock smirked again and made my stomache flip. "Definently. Lets go."

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JOHNS POV

We finally made our way to Angelos and grabbed a table. We sat down and ordered our food. I was surprised at how little he was eating, but dismissed it. "So, what exactly are you working on?" Sherlock shrugged. "Just some chemical expirements. Recording some reactions." I took another bite. "Is it for a project or something?" Sherlock shook his head and was a little bashful. "No. Just for fun."

I giggled. "Hm, ive never met someone who ran chemical expirements 'just for fun'." Sherlock shrugged again. "It is interesting." I noticed the nicotine patch on his arm. "You smoke?" Sherlock saw the patch. "Yes. But my landlady Mrs.Hudson hates it, so she makes me wear these. I usually get another pack though. She isnt very observant. Why, do you have a problem with it?"

I held up my hands in mock defense. "None at all." Sherlock smiled softly. We continued to make conversation and eat our food, ignoring time.

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SHERLOCKS POV

I paid the bill and we left the reseraunt. We walked down the darkening streets in peace. "That was a blast." I giggled at Johns odd phrase and nodded. "Yes, it was."

Whenever I saw John, I was expecting someone that would make me have no intrest in them. But I was, for once, proven wrong. John made me so happy and feel so amazing blissful around him. Something that I never experience with myself or anyone else. While admiring John, I hadnt realized that we were already infront of my flat.

We turned to eachother. John seemed a little down. "Well, here is yours then. Ive had an amazing time." "So have I." There was a tiny pause of silence. I noticed that he was waiting for a kiss and I blushed. "U-Uhm, is it alright if I..kiss you?" John smiled. "Well, we are soulmates. It would be a crime not to." I scrunched my nose in confusion. "It is not in the law that soulmates have to kiss-" "It was a joke dummy. Now kiss me."

Ignoring his insult I timidly stepped forward and connected the gap. Since Ive never kissed anyone before, it was awkward and wet from my end. John noticed and took control, placing a hand on the dip of my back and holding my arm. "Relax." He mummbled and went in a little deeper. The sparks he was sending through me was un real. I opened my mouth wider, wanting more of this new sensation.

John pulled me closer and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Before I could stop it, an undignified moan escaped my throat. John chuckled and pulled back. "Maybe we shouldnt snog in the street." I licked my lips and held onto his hips. "Come inside?" John made an amused sound and stepped away. "Maybe next time. I will see you again, Sherlock." He handed me his number and started to walk away.

I frowned and opened my door. "Till next time, Doctor Watson." John smirked and turned away, continuing down the street. Once the door was closed I fell back against the wall and smiled like a fool.

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. What a pair.

****AGAHAG I SUCK SORRY. ALSO SORRY AGAIN FOR THIS TAKING SO LONG. AGAIN, I SUCK****