Soulmate AU. Whatever you draw on your arm appears on your soulmate's arm.
(I personally think that this specific soulmate AU has many flaws, the shape of your soulmate's arms might be different than yours, so the writing would be wonky and distorted, and so many other things don't work out that well in these. I guess I'll do it anyway.)
Ship: Analogical
TW: Denial (If you think I missed anything tell me)
I hope you like this.
(Logan's 15 and Virgil's 16. Logan skipped a grade.)
Logan POV
My arm was tingling again, and in the middle of class too! Would they ever stop doodling?
I looked down at my arm to see more stars and planets carefully scralled onto my wrist. (I'm Just a Robot flashbacks)
I had finally had enough of their ludicrous drawings litering my arms. I pulled a pen from my pocket and carefully wrote,
"Please stop drawing on your arms, you could get ink poisoning and they are getting hard to cover."
The ink was slowly wiped away.
I turned back to the lesson, but then I felt another tingle on my forearm,
"you sound like my freind"
It said. This person had horrible grammar.
"It's 'You sound like my friend.' Please use the correct spelling, capitalization, and punctuation of that sentence."
"You and Lo are super alike, you'd be great friends."
"Please leave me alone, I am in the middle of my math class."
There was no response.
I went back to the lesson, angles. I already knew all of this. Instead I look over to Virgil, my best friend, to see if he was paying attention.
He wasn't. He was looking over his left arm with a curious expression on his face. I wondered what he was curious about. Probably his soulmate. His soulmate has only talked to them once, when Virgil was about 12 years old. He had never written to them since.
His soulmate had probably written to him again. I was happy for him. I was slightly sad that I wasn't his soulmate, I'd had a crush on him since 4th grade, when he was in 5th. As we became close friends, I had stopped writing to my soulmate. I wanted him, not some random person that could draw on my arms.
"I'm not telling a stranger my name. Just call me Anx."
"Alright Anx. My name is Logan."
"That's my friend's name."
Roman and Patton sat down across from Virgil and I. They were lucky to have found their soulmates at a young age. Roman's sibling, Remus, was Patton's soulmate. They met at age 5. And Patton's cousin, Janus, was Roman's. They met at age 9. (I'm a sucker for Rociet. Don't judge.)
"Are you guys talking to your soulmates?" Roman asked.
"Yeah. Why else would I be writing on my arm?" Virgil asked.
"Do you know their name?"
"Yeah, Logan. Why?"
Patton and Roman glanced at each other. They knew something that I didn't. I don't like not knowing things.
"What aren't you telling us?" I asked.
"Nothing." They replied simultaneously.
I didn't believe them, but let them keep their secrets.
"Can I see your arm?" Patton asked me.
"Sure, whatever for?"
"You'll see."
Patton grabbed a light-blue glitter pen and drew a large X across my skin.
Roman grabbed Virgil's arm and shoved up the sleeve.
I gasped.
There, on his left forearm, was the light-blue X that Patton has drawn on my wrist.
I glanced up at Virgil's face.
He leaned in, "Can I?" He whispered.
I leaned in the rest of the way, "I've been wanting to do this since 4th grade." And gently pressed my lips against his.
Well that sucked. Here's the request:
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It wasn't great, I don't know how to write this type of shit. Give me angst to write, I don't care if you hate me for it. I was born to be hated. I live and die for angst.
