Demus Oneshots

Ink

I never thought I'd write a whatever-you-write-on-yourself-appears-on-your-soulmate one shot but here we are. With the most basic fucking name in the history of ever-
WARNING: Sexual language

"Hey, Jan?" Logan asked, interrupting Janus' long-winded rant about his latest book. "What's that on your hand?"

"What's what?" Janus asked.

"On the back of your hand." Logan said, pointing. Janus looked at the back of his hand. Previously, there had been nothing on it but now there was a crude drawing of a dick. Janus clapped their other hand over the drawing.

"Not again." They hissed. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Soulmate?" He asked.

"They've been doing this for weeks." Janus said. "D'you have a pen?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to write back to this idiot." Janus snapped. "They obviously want my attention."

"Use one of your own pens, I'm busy." Logan said, pulling a pen out of his shirt pocket and writing something down in his notebook.

"I hate you." Janus said dead-pan.

"You hate everyone. And I love you too, Jan." Logan muttered, grinning as his best friend got up with an annoyed huff.

Janus stormed up to his dorm room and straight into the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom. He ran the tap and started scrubbing viciously at the back of his hand.

"That's not going to help your eczema, you know." Came the unhelpful input from his roommate. Janus looked up and glared at Sam's reflection in the mirror.

"I don't much care about my stupid eczema at the moment." Janus growled, looking back down at his hand. "All I care about is getting this stupid immature soulmate-"

"Drew a dick again?" Sam interrupted. Janus looked up at him in the mirror and didn't reply. "Honestly, Jan, when are you just gonna talk to them? They obviously want your attention."

"I think they just want to be an asshat." Janus snapped. Sam sighed.

"There's no chance talking to you when you're like this." He said, rolling his eyes. "I'm going out."

"Oh, out to meet with your little soulmate again?" Janus said venomously.

"What's your problem?" Sam asked. "And no. I'm going to cover your shift at the shop. You owe me back big time, Janus." Sam tapped the doorframe and left, shutting the dorm door behind him.

Janus rolled his eyes and sighed. Giving up on the drawing, he turned the tap off and dried his hand.

"Alright, soulmate." Janus muttered to themself. "You want me to write to you? Fine."

Janus grabbed a pen off Sam's desk and wrote something down on his arm.

'You're not funny' He wrote 'You're insanely immature, but not funny'

"That's a start." They thought.

'So my elusive soulmate finally speaks' Came up on his arm in small, messy print. Janus was about to write something else when more letters started to appear. 'You hot?'

'No' Janus wrote back.

'Bet you are~' Their soulmate wrote.

'I'm not but okay' Janus wrote. 'Can you stop drawing dicks on my hands? It's not funny'