Thatch/Izou Very awkward soulmate AU, like if something is written on either ones skin it will appear on the others too, but it doesn't start working at birth, and the first time it happens, it's when Thatch (or Izou) passed out at a party and their friends decide to draw on their face. Don't really know where this came from, but I have had this in my head for a while.
Parties were so common in their little familythat waking up hungover on the floor wasn't all that weird or unusual. Thatchcould at least take comfort from the fact that the carpet his face was smushedinto smelled kind of nice, which could only mean it was Izo's place he waswaking up in. He knew first hand that there were worse floors he could havewoken up on. Ace's in particular was absolutely awful.
He'd woken enough just to glance around and seeMarco awake on the couch and Ace sprawled on top of him, still sleeping. Theyshared a amused smile before Thatch tried to sit up, the rest of his brothersin various stages of sleep cluttered all around him. He knew already that heshould get up, make some coffee for the less fortunate of his brothers who hadthe worst hangovers, but Thatch just wanted a bit more sleep.
It was all too clear that wouldn't happen whenthe door to Izo's bedroom slammed open, almost taking out half of the wall,judging from how loud the bang was. Everyone in the room startled awake, Acerolling off of Marco and falling to the floor with a thud, but everyone'sattention was on Izo and the absolutely seething look on his face. Theyprobably didn't miss the huge dick drawn in black marker on his forehead,either.
It was a statement, said in such a low calmvoice that Thatch felt a collective shudder run through everyone gathered. Amoment later, though, everyone turned from Izo to look straight at Thatch. EvenIzo was staring at him, the anger on his face making way for a look of absolutewide eyed amazement.
"I didn't do it!" Thatch yelled."I would never draw on your face."
No one said a word, though, everyone just keptstaring at him without a word. Until Ace, of course, broke the stunned silence.
"Hey, I only drew on Thatch's face, who'scopying my work?" he asked incredulously, or as incredulously as hemanaged while half asleep and after suffering a fall off the couch.
Most of the brothers turned to Ace then, butThatch kept his attention on Izo, confused about what was going on. Izo snappedout of it, though, walking up to Thatch without a word and taking hold of hisarm to pull him up then drag him into the bedroom.
"Izo, what-" he started, but Izo wasignoring him, digging through his drawer frantically until he found a blacksharpie and turned back to Thatch.
At this point, Thatch would have gone with justabout Izo asked of him, but Izo only took hold of his left arm, surprisinglygently, before he pulled up the sleeve of Thatch's shirt and uncapped themarker with his teeth. With a last hesitant glance through his eyelashes up atThatch, Izo started drawing what looked like a flower on Thatch's forearm.
As soon as he pressed the tip of the markeragainst Thatch's skin, Thatch noted the black mark that appeared on Izo's leftforearm, a stark contrast against the paleness of his skin. He watched withfascination as the drawing seemed to appear out of thin air on Izo's arm and hecouldn't help but reach out and touch it, looking at Izo's face when a shudderran through him and made him mess up a line.
Izo looked up then as well, letting go ofThatch's arm and the marker in his hand, letting it just fall to the floorwithout putting the cap back on which was enough to show Thatch how affectedIzo was. He put his hands on both sides of Thatch's face, pulling him downgently and Thatch went willingly, until their lips pressed together for amoment, just the barest of touches before they were pulling away again.
"Wash that dick off your face and then weneed to talk," Izo said, slightly dazed and wide eyed, but smiling all thesame and Thatch couldn't help but smile back.