An Artistic Mind
Pairing: MoriartyxReader
Warnings: None, I donât think?
A/N: Soulmate AU!! Kinda funny?
He could practically feel the strokes being created on his arm. Really, this soulmate business was a nuisance. He had to be careful about what he wrote on his skin, if the ink from his notebook would transfer over to his flesh- whether or not he caused his soulmate to hate him before they even met. And before you ask, yes. The worldâs most nefarious criminal mastermind was worried about what his soulmate thought of him. Heck- he had been since he was a child.
Most peopleâs soulmates didnât become set until their teens, and therefore, most kids didnât have little pictures of stick people and abstract kittens drawn on their arms. No, itâd only been him. It was⌠comforting. His soulmate always seemed like such a happy and loving person, and in his darkest days, he would sit and watch the colorful doodles stretch across his skin while his father drunkenly destroyed what little he had to call âhomeâ in the background. Heâd let the drawings take him far away, to a place where someone cared for him. His soulmate.
Now, he played off the drawings as that âsoulmate-nonsenseâ to anyone who asked, and well, too. Sebastian was positive that Jim didnât even believe he had a soulmate, that this was just a phenomena that people convinced themselves was more than it was. That was, until he witnessed Jim photographing a particular set of drawings on his arms, smiling to himself like an idiot. It was really quite telling. He wished he could stop himself, but- he couldnât. Each work of art adorning his flesh was a reminder that, out there, somewhere, was you. With the most gorgeous handwriting heâd ever seen. Sometimes, with a very precise hand, heâd go over each letter, practicing the carefully constructed lines as if his life depended on getting them exactly right. Heâd sometimes even sign off using the calligraphed letters.
The idea itself, he thought was idiotic. The idea of your skin showing up with the marks your soulmate made on themselves seemed stupider than anything else in the world. Yet, he chose to believe the pathetic rumor. But that was because it was, well⌠you. He didnât exactly know who you were, but the random doodles and drawings you made was all he needed.
But thatâs besides the point. The point is, you were out there. Whether he met you or not, you were out there. But that was the thingâŚ
If you were out there, he had to be very careful what he wrote down on his skin.
âI donât know, they havenât written anything in a while.â You giggled at Mariah. Sheâd been your best friend since preschool and if there is one thing you can always remember you guys talking about, it was your soulmate.
âOh crapâwhat if theyâre dead?! Before you two even had a chance to meet!?â She cried, clearly horrified by the idea. It wasnât unheard of, actually⌠it was tragically almost common. Then again, it was just as common for a personâs soulmate to have another person as their soulmate. Just like love could be one sided, so could a soulmate.
It wasnât like you had to worry about that, it was proof enough that you two were each otherâs when they would trace your words.
âI donât think they are, Iah.â You said, sighing softly as you rolled your eyes. She had a way of reading too much into things, this was actually the fifth time she suggested they might be dead. She went to try and argue, when you suddenly felt the usual tingling on your wrist.
âWaitâI think theyâre writing something?â In all the years youâd known you had a soulmate, never once had they written something firstâŚ
âHold on one secondâno, Mr. Crump, Iâm not trying to ignore you, just let me find some paper-!â Jim was still scouring around. This wasnât good, if he didnât figure something out soon, heâd lose the client. And a presidential candidate who wanted to conspire outside their country wasnât a client he was willing to lose. Without thinking, he wrote down the request on his forearm as the man was saying it.
âYes, My men will handle it right awayâyes sir, thank you.â Jim ended the call, and sighed in relief. That relief was soon replaced with an utter feeling of sickness as he looked back down at his arm. Right beneath the looming sense of doom;
âRussia dignitary + win guarantee⌠American election rigging⌠10,000,000 quidâ? What. The actual. Hell?â You stared at the words on your arm, suddenly feeling something pressing into your opposite palm, as well. Your jaw dropped, looking at the words that had appeared thereâŚ
âShite-â Jim cursed as he looked at the imprint heâd just left on his hand from the still drying ink, '3 billion pounds for disguised explosiveânitroglycerin base.â
âY/n, whatâs wrong?â Mariah asked, seeing your utter panic. The message was quickly being clouded, like they were panicking to get rid of it, but the damage had been done. You tried to stand, but your legs immediately gave out beneath you.
âI-I canât- I canât believe thisâŚâ It had to be some sort of nightmare⌠right?
