Purple Hair, Lizards, and Things - Phan Oneshots

Purple Hair, Lizards, and Things

Prompt: Soulmate AU: Nerd! Phil works at a pet shop in a world where you can draw on your skin in pen and the exact same markings appear on your soulmate's skin. Punk! Dan works at the Starbucks across the street, and since he doesn't have any artistic ability unlike Phil, he instead writes inspiration quotes he finds online on his right wrist every morning, or has conversations with his soulmate.

Word Count: 1323

Warnings: Extreme fluff

A/N: This is in 3rd person POV which I suck @, so just deal.

Every morning, Phil knows whether it is a weekday or the weekend depending on the time he feels the familiar tingling on his wrist. You see, Phil lives in a world where humans have been genetically altered. Pen ink has been implanted into their blood types, so now, your DNA knows who your soulmate it and can take any pen ink and transfer the same markings onto their skin. And the markings they write on themselves? Those very markings appear on you.

What Phil loves most about this is that he can watch as his soulmate, a boy he's learned is named Dan since the law which prevented people from writing their name on their skin - it had been considered cheating fate for a while - was lifted.

That was the day he learned his soulmate's name: Daniel Howell.

Daniel wrote on his skin once a day. Either at 6:00 in the morning, or 9:00 in the morning. If he wrote at 6:00, it was a weekday. If he wrote at 9:00, it was the weekend.

Phil was thankful for this because these times were exactly the right times he needed to get up at so he could go to work. Phil loved working at the pet store named "Animal Jam" like the website for children. His best friend, PJ, had gotten him the job even though PJ ended up quitting 4 months after that occasion.

Dan wrote one thing everyday to Phil, which was a really sweet or deep quote. When Phil wrote on his skin a question, "Why don't you draw on your skin?"

Dan had written the reply, "Because I have zero artistic ability." But Phil doesn't mind. He loves the quotes. Today, a Friday, Dan writes, "When people are smiling and they try to stop smiling, but they can't stop smiling, dear God, that is the most beautiful thing in the world."

That quote makes Phil smile and looking at it all day won't help him stop, but maybe that's what Dan intended.

When the writing stops, Phil rises from his bed, wrapping his wrist in plastic wrap before he showers so the writing doesn't wash away. And only 15 minutes after his shower, he's dressed in a black T-shirt with plenty of cute ghosts flying around in a pattern, gray skinny jeans, and his favorite back shoes.

As he walks to Animal Jam, he can't wipe the smile off his lips while twirly three ball-point pens -one red, one black, one purple- on his fingers. He just loves his quirky soulmate's amazing quotes, and one about smiling? Well, how is he not supposed to smile!

"Well, aren't you cheery today?" his boss, Maia, a pretty girl with long chocolate brown hair and blue-green eyes framed by thick rimmed glasses asks with a grin of her own, her beauty mark in the same place as Marilyn Monroe's rising with her lips. "Look what my soulmate wrote," Phil brags, showing Maia his wrist. She whistles in amazement.

"That's beautiful."

"The quote?"

"No, their handwriting. It's almost perfect calligraphy." she points out. Looking down at his wrist, Phil examines the writing and realizes she's right. Dan's handwriting is a curvy, beautiful, very well practiced calligraphy. "I never noticed." he whispers, walking away to put on his employee shirt with his name tag.

On his way, he stops to look into the tank of one of his favorite animal residents; a leopard gecko named Hope. He grins at the lizard who is staring past him at the box of crickets and wagging her tail. She always does that when she's hungry. Phil takes out his phone and takes a photo of the happy lizard, excited to draw her for Dan.

2 hours later~

"Phil?" Maia calls, after having checked out a few fish to couple with matching outfits and drawings.

"Yeah?" Phil calls back, busy trying to catch one of the musk turtles hiding in it's tank so Phil could clean it. Even though the musk turtles were uglier than Golem, he still found them cute with their hog like faces.

"Stop trying to catch Ms. Piggy. We should go across the street to Starbucks and get something to eat before someone else comes in." she says, pulling her employee shirt over her head. Her low cut black shirt with long, lace sleeves revealed the words "You are loved" written backwards across her collar bone.

Phil chuckled at the hilarity and cuteness of it as he took off his own employee shirt. In the middle of this action, Maia swats him in the stomach making him wheeze. She must've heard him laugh.

He watched Maia close up shop before walking across the street. He was thankful that the writing on Maia's collarbone reached up to her neck as well, because it shows that we aren't soulmates. Good friends, yes, but not soulmates.

When they enter Phil darts to an open booth. He knows that Maia knows he wants a slice of cinnamon crumb cake and pumpkin spice latte.

He takes out his phone and starts to draw the outline of Hope underneath the quote. It takes him 15 minutes to draw before labeling it "Hope the leopard gecko." and then Maia comes by with their snacks and drinks. Ge thanks her before quickly drinking some of the spice latte.

"Wow, Dan, your soulmate's really good at drawing. Hope the leopard gecko? Cute." he overhears and whips his head up and sees a girl behind the Starbuck's counter holding the arm of a boy who's name tag reads "Daniel".

Phil watches the boy in glee and amazement. Dan is something else - in a good way.

He's punk styled. His brown hair is styled in a fringe that's flipped the opposite way than Phil's, and has two purple streaks in the front. He has a black piercing on his lower lip and black plugs in his ears. His shirt is black, and Phil can see the rims of his underwear poking out from his black skinny jeans.

Suddenly, Phil knows what to do. He takes out his black and purple pen and begins drawing on his arm.

Dan looks down at his arm with a grin when he notices that Phil is drawing again. He was so damn thankful Phil had some kind of talent because the only thing Dan was good at was making lattes and mochas. "Louise, he's drawing again," he calls over his best friend and co-worker who just seconds earlier complimented his soulmate.

He and Louise watch as his soulmate draws two purple, parallel lines. Then, a face. Dan's face. Black eyeliner, piercing, and dimples. "Oh my God...Dan, he can see you," Louise squeaks, a hand over her mouth to hide her humongous smile.

Dan whips his head up to look around when his eyes meet cobalt blue ones. The black haired boy raises an arm to waves, showing a quote written in Dan's almost perfect calligraphy that reads, "When people are smiling and they try to stop smiling, but they can't stop smiling, dear God, that is the most beautiful thing in the world."

Dan had written the quote because he often found it hard to smile when Phil wasn't writing on him. But now, seeing the boy with those words on his wrist, Dan can't stop smiling.

He doesn't stop smiling either. Not when he gets strange looks for jumping over the Starbuck's counter. Not when more people stare when he walks over in determination to Phil, who has risen from his seat. And not when he places a hand on Phil's cheek and kisses him like he's a long lost lover.

When the kiss ends, both boy's are breathless and barely register the claps and cheering in the Starbucks. All Phil can think is that he loves the kind of kisses that leave him breathless. That they'll always leave him smiling more than the smile Dan had worn when his eyes met Phil's.

It's Dan who realizes after breaking the kiss that he hadn't even spoken to Phil yet and whispers, "Hi,".