This is one of those soulmate AUs where whatever you write on your body appears on your soulmate. I'm planning to do a different soulmate au for each ship but we all know I probably won't...

TW: Heavy kissing, swearing, alcohol, implied sex talk, sex mentions (This is a demus oneshot, what do you expect?) slut-shaming and mild angst

Janus looked into his vanity mirror, biting his tongue as he carefully began to apply the golden eyeshadow to his eyes. He was going to the club with his cousin for something very important and did not want to mess anything up. That's when he saw it, creeping up his neck.

For a moment, we wanted to jump for joy, because it had to be his soulmate, who had never attempted to contact him before, when he saw what they were doing.

"Hickeys?!" He shouted at his mirror, pulling down his collar to see a realistic set of purplish, red marks that had been coloured on, likely by a set of pens. "You fucking...."

He cut himself up, yanking up his sleeve across his forearm and snatching up a biro on his desk.

You're a real bitch, you know that?

It wasn't long before he saw a reply being written back.

Just giving you an idea of what I'm gonna do to you when I meet you ;)

Janus was fuming, looking from his arm back to the 'hickeys' in the mirror. He'd have to change now, and he had really been looking forwards to tonight since Virgil, his cousin, had organised it all with his soulmate and, y'know, terrifying your future family-in-law is the best way to make an impression, even if you were 'destined' for each other.

He saw his soulmate write again on his arm.

U there?

Thanks a lot, whore

Woah, jeez, im sorry, lol

Janus didn't respond immediately.

R u rlly that mad?

YES.

He huffed and saw his soulmate begin to write something but he scribbled over the letters and instead wrote:

I'm going to wash this off. Bye, dickweed.

Janus stalked into his bathroom, banging open the door and twisting the handle furiously on the faucet, watching water pour into the bowl. He grabbed a hand towel and began to scrub furiously at his skin, leaving it an angry red.

"Little... bitch," He muttered to himself over and over again. "Ruining my evening like that- Who do they think they are anyway?"

After an agonising five minutes of furious scrubbing and scratching at his forearm, Janus had finally managed to get rid of most of the conversation. He slammed the handtowel into the basin of the sink and marched back to his room, swinging open his wardrobe door. He'd have to wear a jacket over his beautifully done outfit, now. Janus sighed, pulling out a leather jacket with golden thread woven into the black back to form a snake. A little too hardcore for a club but it was good enough and hid the 'hickeys'. He went back to his vanity in a foul temper to try and finish his eyeshadow.

['0']

The moment Janus saw his little cousin and a hot guy who looked like he worked out rush into each other's' arms, he arched an eyebrow. So it's gonna be like that, Mr Virgil's' Soulmate? Well, he can play like that.

While Virgil and his soulmate were ranting to each other about how much they loved each other, Janus snaked up behind the unfamiliar man and put a hand tightly on his shoulder, appearing in a flash next to the man.

"So," He drawled, watching the dude's' face whiten and Virgil sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're Roman, hmm?"

"U-Uh, yeah," Roman swallowed. "You're on of Virgil's' cousins, r-right? A-Are you Patton?"

Janus's' eyebrow twitched again and even Virgil snickered slightly. "Oh, trust me, you wish I was Patt. No, I'm not my brother. How unfortunate for you, right?"

If it was possible for Roman to look more scared then he already did, it happened. "Oh! S-So you're Janus?"

"No shit, bitch."

Virgil was grinning as he slumped up against Roman's' other shoulder, so he was now pinned between the two cousins. "Tell Jan what you thought of his name when I first told you it, Ro!"

Roman paled. "I-I'm sure h-he doesn't wanna know-"

"I think I do," Janus growled dangerously, now feeling mildly insulted. What was wrong with his name?

"He said," Virgil prompted tauntingly.

Roman flushed. "I said it sounded like a middle school librari-"

"Bro!"  The slur was drunken and someone fell on Roman's' back, popping him out from between the cousins. "Stuck between two cute hoes already! Good on you, dude, lucky!"

Roman looked a little peeved now, as he turned and prised the man off of him. "Remus, how fucking drunk are you? We've only been here an hour!"

"Eh," The man, Remus, replied. "Been hitting up a few of the bartenders and the buyers. Got some free shots, if ya know what I mean."

Roman glowered. "Yeah, well, piss off and get more booze. I found my soulmate."

It seemed that, the moment those words left his mouth, Roman knew he had messed up. Remus's' eyes lit up in the sea of flashing, neon colours and Virgil and Janus glanced at each other awkwardly.

"Ooh! Which one is it? Is it the cute bottom?-" He pointed to Virgil. "-Or the hot switch?" He swung over to point at Janus. Each cousin looked thoroughly shocked, embarrassed and uncomfortable, though there was something Janus couldn't deny about this man. He just couldn't quite place it.

"Remus, shut up. God, Dad's right about you sometimes," Roman pushed his brother off him again. He didn't notice a small flash of emotion cross Remus's' face as he walked up to Virgil. "This is my soulmate, Virgil. Virgil, Remus. My... twin.... brother."

Remus nodded. "Mhm, mhm, and who's the hot switch?"

Janus's' cheeks flushed with embarrasment, but he managed to sound annoyed and unimpressed as he replied, "I'm Virgil's' cousin. Janus-"

"J-Anus!" Remus shouted instinctively, gaining attention from a few people before they were all ignored again.

"N-No!" Janus frowned, even more embarrassed than before. "Jan-us!"

Remus twiddled his eyebrows in a drunk manner. "You're hot!~"

Roman, looking incredibly ashamed and embarrassed on his brother's' behalf, tried to pull him away. "I'm sorry, Janus. I didn't bring him with me, but it turned out he was sleeping in the trunk of my car and I only realised when I parked here and he asked why we were stopping."

"Just keep him away from me, or I'm gonna bitch slap the both of you and drag Virgil outta here."

Virgil pulled back a little. "Aww, no, Jan-"

"Y-Yep, I promise!" Roman interrupted, wrestling Remus away. "He won't bother you, sorry! I will make absolutely sure that he doesn't get in your way again!"

['0']

Janus had been sitting on the stairs of the club that led up to some more private rooms for drunk one night stands when Remus found him again. He'd been drinking gently from a glass he nursed in his hand, a little tipsy, when Remus, even drunker than earlier, sat next to him.

"Hey, pretty~," He cooed, leaning up to Janus, who only backed up an inch.

It had been a good two hours since he had first met him, so it took a while for Janus's' intoxicated brain to realise who this was. "Oh, it's you."

Remus smirked and leaned in to peck Janus on the cheek. Janus was a bit too drunk to move and let Remus kiss him, first on the cheek, then the jaw, then the chin and then the lips. The kiss easily turned into aggressive making out and, Janus noted silently, Remus's' moustache tickled a little against his face.

A hand on his waist and his drink had been dropped on the ground when Remus pinned him to the wall.

"Y'know," Janus mumbled, cut off briefly by another kiss before being able to continue. "You're really pretty."

"Aw, thanks, sugar," Quipped Remus, pulling back properly, now straddling Janus's' hips. "You look a lot nicer from this angle, yourself!"

"Dickweed," Grumbled Janus and Remus blinked at him a few times, his smile falling a bit, seeming to think of something briefly before glancing down to Janus's' neck. Then the smirk reappeared, possibly wider then before, and he began to kiss at Janus's' collarbones, moving up smoothly.

"So," Remus said between giving the other large hickeys. "What's your family like?"

Janus arched an eyebrow. Despite Remus being good at this, his foreplay would need some work before Janus even thought about doing him. "It's alright, I guess. Don't get on well with my parents. They prefer my brother, Patton, because Patton's already found his soulmate and is a perfect little angel."

Remus nodded soundly, the top of his head bouncing against Janus's' chin. "I get it, bro."

...Did he just call me 'bro' while giving me hickeys?

"My parents are like that too, but it's because Roman nearly passed away at birth and now he can do no wrong and I'm the bad child," Remus explained casually. "I say my parents, I mean my Dad. Mom ain't around no more."

Janus hesitated. "I'm sorry?" He said awkwardly.

"Nah, it's fine. Barely knew the woman. But you," Remus smirked, deattaching himself from Janus's' neck just to get right up in his face with a devilish smirk. "I could probably get to know you very well."

"Now," Janus smirked coyly back at him. "That sounds much better than discussing shitty parents."

['0']

"So," Virgil said as they sat in the empty bus that was taking them back home. "Let me get this straight. You came here to make sure I didn't do something I'd regret with my soulmate, then you turn around and have sex with his twin brother?"

"Look, I'm sorry!" Janus insisted. His cousin snorted in a cold, amused way that told Janus he had fucked up. "I was drunk and-"

Virgil snapped back around. "Yeah, well, that seems to be your excuse for everything!"

Janus frowned, a little hurt, but defensiveness shone through. "Oh, really? That's rich, coming from you!"

"Coming from me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, don't pretend you don't know what I mean!" Janus sneered. He fluttered his eyelashes obnoxiously and whined, "I'm sorry I shouted at you, Janus! I've been having a bad day! I'm so sorry I missed your calls, I was having a bad day and didn't want to talk to anyone!"

Virgil stood up, throwing his hands in the air. "So?! People have bad days!"

"Yeah, they do!" Janus shouted back. "But not everyday of the fucking week! All I wanna do is talk to my cousin every now and then but it's never a good time unless it's with perfect Patton!"

"Oh, great," Virgil hissed snarkily. "Drag your brother who has nothing to do with this into this, you always do!"

"I'm sorry," Spat Janus. "Maybe you don't know how it feels to be second best because you get to be an only child!" He jabbed Virgil's' chest harshly. "Maybe you get all of the love and affection because you're the only child so it doesn't matter if you're fucked up too because you don't have an angel brother looking like the brilliant one and making you seem like the fuck-up!"

Virgil hesitated in the arguement. "Jan-"

"Remus understood!" Janus screamed. "He understood what it felt like to be the unwanted one! He spoke to me like I was an actual person, y'know, not some demon who plagues over other's' lives, no matter what you think of me!" He stomped his foot, in a way to let out how much he wanted to punch something. "Jesus, pretty, pretty, happy-pappy, perfect Patton! He gets a sweet soulmate, he gets the love, he gets to be the favourite without trying and I get what? What do I get, Virgil?! I'll tell you what I get, absolutely nothing, other than one-night stands and hook ups!"

Virgil was shaking slightly. "JJ, you're drunk-"

"Not drunk enough to know I'm done with how I've been treated!" Janus shoved Virgil off him, maybe a little too harshly.

His cousin stumbled back and fell onto the seats behind them, hitting his head against the pole and cursing. Virgil brushed a hand against the bump and sticky red liwuid was brushed against his fingers when he pulled his hand away.

Janus stared, fury gone and fear in its' place. "I-I'm sorry," He tried, but Virgil's' old anger came back.

He pushed at Janus too, making his cousin stumble back as he snatched up his coat. Virgil stalked up to the bus driver as a stop pulled up and gestured for the door to open. The driver, who'd been listening to music simply nodded and opened the doors as he stopped. Virgil deserted the vehicle, leaving Janus standing in the small walkway as the floor shuddered and moved. beneath him.

Tears flocked to his eyes and fell down his face, ruining his smugded make up, and he dropped to his knees, crying.

['0']

The weekend passed and Janus found himself back at school after two days of regret and self-loathing. He walked into the school grounds and instantly a kid in his year, nerdy and ugly looking tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, uh, Janus Repiv, right?" He asked.

Janus glared. "What's it to you?"

"You-You're the guy who 'helps' people, right?"

His glare hardened and the nerd squirmed a little.

"I-I was wondering if, at lunch, you could try get me off-"

"Jerk yourself off, creep, get off me," Janus snapped back, pulling away.

He left the flabby boy behind him and pulled up his phone. God, he was sick of these questions. You do a few guys at a few parties and now everyone thinks you'll help them out for nothing. Honestly, he probably deserved it, being the little slut that he was. Not his fault that those football jerks had decided to spike his drink the first few times. He barely remembered what had happened on those nights and the few recollections he had wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried to force them out of his head.

Janus stalked through the corridors, hearing the same comments he did every time.

Uh oh, here comes the prostitute.

Bet he managed to sleep with even more people over the weekend!

Maybe he'll get you off, Jack, if you go the right way about it. Trust me, it's worth it, he's an animal!

Oh, god, it's the whore...

I heard that he slept with his English teacher to help his grades.

Did you know, apparently he's got a Tinder account and he'll give you nudes for free.

"Hey, slut!" Shouted one of the popular girls from across the corridor. "Whose dick have you sucked now?"

The people in the corridor snickered and her friends guffawed. Janus rolled his eyes. "I think it was your boyfriend who begged me to bang him last. So, I'm guessing your not holding up as well as you used to."

Instantly, the teasing was turned to her and Janus shut his locker door, locking it and walking away.

In the two minutes time it should've taken him to get to his first class, he was delayed by four minutes by the same occurences. He hated school, and it wasn't just because of the classes.

['0']

In the early seconds of Thursday morning, Janus was still up. His parents were snoring across the corridor and Patton was having a sleepover with Virgil that Janus didn't even know about until he heard Patton giggling about it over the phone with their cousin. Not that it upset him. He didn't care. He never had. He wasn't lonely, lying here in this room that he hated. He wasn't desperate for affection, lying here, all alone in a room that was too large to feel like any other presence that could be here was close enough to him. He wasn't upset, lying here, unloved and unwanted.

Janus sighed and felt something crawl over his arm. Instinctively, he slapped it, thinking it was a bug, but when the tickling continued he realised it was his soulmate.

He reached to his bedroom lamp and turned it on, seeing the words crawling over his forearm.

Hey, I'm sorry about Friday

It's fine, he wrote back instantly. The day was shitty anyway.

Really? What happened?

My cousin and I got in a fight. Didn't end well.

That's all?

Janus frowned a little at the question but shrugged it off.

All that ruined the day more then usual.

Hah, join the shit life club, buddy.

There was a moment where neither of them wrote anything, then his soulmate began to scribble something down.

What makes your life shit then?

Janus rolled his eyes and snarkily replied, Do you want the four hour long version or my life story?

Uh, life story.

Janus laughed again and started to realise the attraction people would feel towards their soulmate in a few short minutes. He smiled in a silly way to himself but quickly got control of himself. He picked up his biro again and and began to write on his leg, because his arm was now adorned in ink.

My whole family (cousin, aunt, uncle, grandparents) love my brother more than me, I get slut-shamed at school because some boys kept spiking my drinks at parties and fucked me, no one likes me at all and I have a bit of an alcohol problem

It took a small moment and Janus saw his soulmate write, Wine or vodka?

Both.

Janus smiled down at his calf as his soulmate began to chatter on about something random. It was seven in the morning, both of them had had no sleep, and they only had to stop because Janus was told through the door that he needed to get ready for school.

He sighed grumpily and an idea popped in his head.

I'm skipping school today. Where do you live?

Florida, Gainesville.

That's an hour away from me. Wanna meet up, ditch school?

Fuck yeah

Janus grinned to himself and he straightened up on his bed, writing on the the very last clear place of skin he had left.

Meet me at 10 at the Hiltberry park. I'm gonna shower the pen off.

['0']

Janus waited as casually as he could, pretending he hadn't dressed up too much. He was wearing a thin, black turtleneck under a yellow flannel shirt, with charcoal grey jeans. He glanced at his old watch and a voice sounded from behind him.

"Janus?"

He jolted to see Virgil's' soulmate's' twin standing there. Remus. Shit.

"Oh, uh, hi," Janus said back, looking around awkwardly.

Remus also looked a little off this time. Maybe because he wasn't drunk off his arse. But there was a sleepy droop in his eyes and his arms had been rubbed raw. Janus blinked at the sore red in mild alarm. "A-Are you okay, your arms look bad-"

"Oh, no, it's all good," Remus interrupted. "Talking to my soulmate all night, came here to meet them, actually."

Janus blinked, an unreasonable voice in the back of his head beginning to pipe up. "Oh, um, uh, same. Uh, do you know what your soulmate is called?"

"No," A small smile flickered across his face. "He's called me 'dickweed' twice, though."

Janus hesitated, eyes widening, and he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a biro and rolled up his flannel sleeve. The pentip hesitated over his arm and just as he was about to write something down himself, he saw a crude picture of a dick doodled back.

Instinctively, he looked up to see Remus grinning, looking back and forth from his arm to Janus.

Two matching pictures of a doodled dick.

Janus put his pen down on his arm and wrote, How romantic, then turned around and kissed the other hard.

['0']

Patton hadn't seen his brother at all in school and neither had his soulmate, Logan. He waited for half an hour but Janus wasn't even picking up his phone. A feeling of irrational annoyance swept over him. Not again.

Last time this happened, Patton had gotten home to find Janus drunk on bottles of wine on the couch and he had had to go to hosptial to make sure he was okay. He marched back home without stopping for anything, not even crossing the road. Every second he wasted was another second Janus was drowning his insides in vodka or wine and he was done.

He had always tried to be nice to Janus, but his brother just seemed to hate him with no remorse. The keys clacked around the lock as he opened the door with shaky hands, nearly slamming it shut.

A familiar giggling noise was heard from the living room and Patton clenched his fists, prepared to shout when someone else's' giggle was heard alongside his brother's'. It wasn't Virgil. He didn't know who this was.

"Okay, okay, okay," Janus was laughing breathlessly. "So, y-you're telling me that you were honestly too scared to write to me?"

"For years!" The unfamiliar voice said back and Patton instantly realised who this was. Janus's' soulmate. "When I was old enough to write, I already had loads of conflicting emotions about my dad and Roman and girls. I thought you were a girl!"

Janus cackled loudly and Patton poked his head around the corner. He smiled at the sweet, loving scene before him. Maybe he wouldn't speak up just yet. Maybe Janus needed this moment.