Phan Oneshots

When We First Met

Summary: Soulmate au where if you draw on yourself, it shows up on your soulmate's skin.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1815
A/N: Thanks so much to for telling me to do this and giving me the energy to actually write something for once c: It's based off of a post from tumblr but i couldn't find the post again so creds goes to whoever thought of this yikes xD Thanks for reading!

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Dan grew up in a world of art. Where there was a pen, there was always skin to draw on, and that meant people would be able to walk the streets with art down their arms, wondering where their other half could be. Because Dan lived in a world where you could draw all over your skin and the exact same drawings would show up on your very own soulmate; the person you were meant to be with for the rest of your life.

People were absolutely obsessed with the idea of finding their soulmate. Whereas Dan didn't particularly care if he found his straight away (Let's be honest, he'll find them one day so he's not in any hurry right now), everybody was a scrambling mess of writing and drawing all down their arms so they could find theirs. That was why most people worse shorts and short sleeves, to show off the ink on their skin in hopes they would come across someone else with the same exact marks. Of course, they could always just write down their name on their skin, but that would be breaking the law.

Rule number one: Don't write your name on yourself. Apparently it was some superstition that if you cheated life, then you would never meet your soulmate. Of course, Dan thought it was complete and utter bullshit, but people actually believed it enough to make it a freaking law, so he couldn't do anything about it considering he didn't exactly want to go to jail.

Dan loved watching the people walk past, showing off their skin like they were so proud of what littered it, even if it was just crappy drawings of cats or even (and Dan had laughed aloud at this one) a hairy penis scribbled on their foreheads. They loved them, loved their marks, loved their bodies because of them, and that made Dan feel a warmth flow through his body.

He was always happy when he thought of how many people loved their bodies just because they had little reminders that somebody will love them one day, and therefore they didn't have to worry.

Dan always wondered what his soulmate would think whenever he drew on himself. It wasn't even drawing per-say, but just messy scribblings of words written on his hand whenever he didn't want to forget something important. He wondered if his soulmate could even read it in the first place, wondered if they were smiling, the corners of their lips pulling up and their eyes crinkling while they tried to decipher what the words were saying.

Currently, it was his grocery list, scribbled words in bright red smearing over his skin (he had to admit, sometimes he couldn't even read his own handwriting). Milk, eggs, bread, dog food. He wondered if his soulmate would enjoy having a dog, and hoped they liked having a Boxer named Leonidas. Dan may or may not have named his dog after the movie, 300.

A tingling motion on his right arm turned his attention away from his thoughts of Leo. Looking down, he grinned rather fondly at the start of one of his soulmate's daily drawings. He knew that the people in the store wouldn't mind, smiling in understanding at the brunette who suddenly stopped in the middle of the aisle as lines started to appear on his skin. They all did it, so if they got irritated, they would be the biggest hypocrite.

He watched in fascination as the lines turned slowly into a drawing of a gorgeous flower, a lily with perfect shading despite the fact that the art was done with a black biro. Dan was always amazed by the artistic ability of his soulmate and how he could so easily create something beautiful with just the flick of his hand. He could watch it for hours.