Sanders Sides One-Shots

Reach for the stars - Prinxiety

SOULMATE SEPTEMBER

Day 9: When you write something on your own skin it appears on your soulmate's skin as well.

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Roman groaned in frustration as he watched another message form on his skin.

"Hey. I don't even know why I'm writing this since whoever is on the other side probably doesn't give a shit about this. Or maybe there's no one at all. Who knows?"

The poor guy grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as he felt tears build up behind his eyes. Why? Why him? What did he ever do to the universe to deserve something like that?

He wished he could just grab a pen and answer his soulmate but he knew that inking his skin would literally take him nowhere. It had been 3 years since he found out, thanks to a blood test, that he was part of that 0.001% of the world who does not possess the gene that lets them communicate with their soulmate through writing on their skin.

For the first couple of years, anger was what took over his mind; he couldn't explain why he would be that one to have that genetic mutation. Why not his brother? He didn't care about romance, heck, he barely even cared about his soulmate! He probably wouldn't have even cared!

Then after the anger came the acceptance. Sure, it still hurt so fucking much that sometimes he couldn't even breathe. But he had accepted that no matter what he did, he could not change his genetic mutation.

"Girl, you better get up because we need to get going or the concert will start without us." His best friend Remy said exiting the bathroom while fixing his bright red lipstick with a small pocket mirror. "I didn't drive four hours and slept in a crappy motel bed to arrive two songs in.".

Roman groaned, but still got up from the bed, following his friend out.

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"Virgil, come on, you're on in two." Logan said popping his head into the rockstar's changing room.

He sighed, pulling down the sleeve of his hoodie. He had given up a long time ago about his soulmate responding. By then he was even wondering if he even had a soulmate.

"Ladies, lords and non-binary royalties!" His opener, Thomas Sanders, exclaimed in the microphone and the star took a deep breath, trying to shake off the nerves. "Get ready for your favorite rockstar: Virgil Todd!"

Virgil run on stage, waving at the crowd, his eyes immediately catching the soft brown ones of a young man in the audience: he was wearing a white shirt with a small crown on the up right corner, the red leather jacket slightly covering it up; his raven black, curly hair perfectly feel around his face, complimenting his tan skin.

For the whole show he couldn't take his eyes off of him, and when the time came to sing his new original, for the first time in his whole career he felt like he was signing to someone. Someone who mattered.

That's why when later after the show the guy came running backstage, almost knocking down security, he wasn't as surprised as he should have been. It happened normally at each and everyone of his concerts, so it was kind of obvious that it would happen when he stared at a fan for the whole time. What did surprise him, though, were the words that left his mouth as two security guards held him back.

"Let me go! I need to talk to him, I'm his soulmate!"

This made Virgil stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn around.

"Let him go." He said, his arms folded and his feet firmly planted on the ground as he looked at him with suspect in his eyes.

"Prove it."

Roman didn't have to be asked twice, and with no hesitation, he showed his arm.

The star's eyes widened as he saw his own hand writing on the stranger's skin.

"H-How...?" He didn't finish the question, leaving it there to hang in the air as he watched as the man in front of him dried a tear.

The prince like guy took a deep breath as he fidgeted with his shaking hands, his eyes completely avoiding Virgil's.

"I-I have a gene mutation t-that doesn't let me answer your messages. I tried. I swear I tried, I wrote on myself endlessly, even after I found out about my... problem. I only stopped last year, I-I'm sorry." Roman stuttered making the star immediately frown.

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault."

Roman just shrugged and stayed silent, head hanging down; that was, until the guy came over and gently took his hand in his, making him look up wide eyed.

"What's your name?" He asked softly, making Roman stutter out a broken answer.

"Well, Ro. Let's go to my changing room, we have a lot to talk about."

Not my favorite but oh well, hope you like it!

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Ali c: