Fates cross AmaimonxReader

Intro

So today my wonderful parents taught me the lesson of how we find our soulmates, we had lesson upon lesson about it at school too because well it's an important thing to know and we're taught how to find them when we're ready. Whatever we write on our skin appears on theirs to so in school we're taught to always be careful what we write or draw on ourselves in case our soulmates would be doing something important, it could interfere with their lives in a negative way. That is what everyone I know has been taught, myself included but I just can't deal with it. I mean of course I guess I care if I'm ruining someone's day by drawing pictures on my arms or making swirls around my ankles with my markers, but I don't like plain skin it's just so dull and well I don't want permanent because then it can't be changed. To me my skin is a canvas like the paper I draw on, it's begs me to cover it in colors so I do. My parents however hate this, they scold me and scold me and I just won't listen.
They want me to try to find my soulmate by writing out questions on my arms and giving away my name to them, whoever they are, but I can't bring myself to do it because I'm content with being alone right now. I'm still in school, I'm only a teenager I don't understand why they think it's such a priority. I'm sure my soulmate -if I even have one- is not bothered by a few pictures and if they are well I don't care because it makes me happy. They've never wrote on themselves yet unless my drawings have covered up what they tried to, either way if they can't handle me and my quirks we shouldn't be soulmates anyway. That's how I feel, it's what I believe but none of my family seems to think that's okay.
My mother has just sent me to my room, like that's going to stop me from drawing. I'll just start wearing hoodies from now on, I don't care how hot it is out. I walk into the bathroom glancing at my arms which today are filled with tribal animals something I've been curious about lately, I blame history we're learning about the Indian tribes. I wash away the ink, it comes off easily with soap and water after all I made sure to buy tattoo markers this time instead of sharpies. I trudge into my room making sure to close the door behind me, I throw my t-shirt onto my bed leaving on my sports bra. I sit on the edge of my bed, pulling my case of markers from under it.
I wonder what I should do this time, my mind sets on flowers. I love the designs in flowers they are so gorgeous and unique, even if I'm not the best at sketching them at least I try. I look up some neat pictures of them on my phone finding ones I like, I save them to my camera roll and continue searching.
Once I finish up my search, I pick out some colors and use the pictures as a reference to make a garden on my arms. I draw a large purple rose on my left hand, I even add leaves and a vine leading to the next flower which is a pink hibiscus. I find comfort in the pictures, maybe it's because I'm going against everything I've been taught or maybe it's the thought someone somewhere might actually enjoy watching my pictures come to life on their skin, I know it brightens my life up to draw them.
I finish my left arm, I decide to find something easier to draw on my right arm, since I am right handed my right arm always looks more like a jumbled mess than actual pictures. However I have gotten better, I practice writing with my left hand a lot at school. I choose to do a swirly tree of life, swirls are pretty hard to mess up. I add a few falling leaves and I gotta say I love how it looks, I wonder about how people can go through life only writing questions to find each other rather than trying to make their soulmates smile and form a connection with them first. If I find my soulmate, more like if I want to, I would love to draw things that would make them smile. My parents don't even use the connection anymore, they never write on their arms or make little I love you notes on their hands for the other to see on busy days.
Sometimes I wonder if they even are soulmates, it's rare but sometimes people just fall in love and forget the whole soulmate idea but as hard as my parents are on me about it I highly doubt they just fell in love.
I pack my markers back up and hide my case back under my bed where it won't be found. I move to the closet, I pull out a light hoodie to wear to hide my beautiful temporary tattoos. I'm banned from downstairs for now, so I put on my music and finish up my homework. How fun it is to be me, locked up like a disobedient puppy in a world all to myself.