Soulmate AU

                                    

                                          
Basically what the screenshot says, everything your soulmate draws ends up on your own body.
                          
Modern AU
                          
Anadil
                          
They liked to draw, my soulmate.
                          
I would spend lessons staring at my arms, as they doodled anything from flowers, to characters, to stars. They often drew when I was in class, probably in high school like me, bored as fuck.
                          
Today was a small doodle, of a witch. I watched as they scratched out a shape with a black marker, then added detail with cute gel pens. 
                          
The witch had wild black and red hair, with a demon on her back and a glare to her eye.
                          
What do you think? My soulmate scribbled below.
                          
Odd, they don't usually write messages to me.
                          
Haha cute! Can I add something? I scribbled back.
                          
Go for it!
                          
Next to the demonic witch, I doodled a thin pale girl, with rats running at her feet.
                          
Nice! My soulmate wrote, before they added piercing red eyes to my witch.
                          
We both continued to add little details, until my bell rang abruptly, realising I hadn't taken in a word of what my teacher said.
                          
However I didn't care, because I was one step closer to my soulmate.
                          
**
                          
This continued for a few weeks, doodling characters and stories together, often in class.
                          
We had continued our doodle of the two witches, while other drawings came and went, we both made sure to retrace that particular doodle.
                          
Because that drawing was the start of something special between us, a closeness.
                          
So I made a pretty big decision. 
                          
I'm going to get it tattooed.
                          
**
                          
I was eighteen, so legally allowed to get one, but I felt nervous walking into the parlour.
                          
A girl around the same age as me was sitting at the front desk flicking through a magazine. 
                          
"Um excuse me?" I asked.
                          
"Yep?"
                          
"I'd like to get a tattoo," I muttered. Shit I was bad a talking.
                          
"No shit Sherlock, Hi, I'm Hester and I will be your tattoo artist today, come this way," she said,
                          
"Arnt you -"
                          
"Too young? Probably, but trust me you'd rather get me than Stephan. He did one on my lower back that he misspelt."
                          
"Oh fun."
                          
"Where do you want it?"
                          
"On my arm, there's a drawing that-"
                          
"Your soulmate did? You know that's the most generic tattoo ever right?" She muttered.
                          
"Wow, you have great customer service." 
                          
I rolled up my sleeve to show her the drawing of the two witches, getting myself comfortable, before I realised the shock on her face.
                          
"What?" I asked.
                          
She didn't say anything, but instead rolled up the same sleeve, to reveal the same drawing.
                          
We stared at each other, before laughing, "I can draw you a better one you know?" She laughed.
                          
"Nah, this is the first one we did together."
                          
"Aww shit, you're sappy." She groaned, before grinning.
                          
She then sat down to do my tat, I was too busy grinning at her as we chatted to notice any pain. She was so beautiful, and so badass. 
                          
I barely realised when she was finished, in fact I didn't realise it had taken nearly two hours.
                          
"You got anywhere to be?" Hester asked, as she wrapped my new tattoo.
                          
"No?" I said.
                          
"Good, cause you're going to sit here and watch me tattoo myself."
                          
"Is that even safe?"
                          
"Sure it is. You just need to make sure I don't pass out and we should be good." She joked. 
                          
"Sounds good."
                          
We spent hours in that tattoo parlour, getting tattoos and laughing and finally putting a face to the years of drawings. 
                          
At one point, she even taught me how to use the tattoo needle, and I drew one of the rats. It was clearly the most messy rare but Hester says it was her favourite.

                          
Lol that was the worst ending ever. But hi, I am not dead :)
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