Everyone had a soulmate.

At least… That’s what everybody says.

Everyone has a tattoo when they are born. It’s going to be different than all the rest except one- your soulmate. But here’s the thing- monsters also have these tattoos and soulmates. Though, despite that, the monsters didn’t care about it. Why would they? They couldn’t care less as long as they could fuck someone. Though, that’s not always the case....

Lust sighed quietly as he walked into his apartment. He’s been trying so hard to get a job. One that didn’t involve porn or him fucking or being fucked. He’s had enough of that. He just wants a normal life for once. But humans aren’t that accepting of monsters. They only think their existence is for lustful desires rather than existing as actual beings.

Lust closed the door behind him before sinking to his knees, burying his face in his arms. Why was this so damn hard? Purple tinted tears appeared in the corners of his eyesockets. Just being able to live in the stupid apartment costed something he didn’t want to provide but had to. He didn’t have much money like everyone else. But the worst thing?

He couldn’t find his soulmate. 

Lust lifted his skull and moved the cyan fluff on his vest to the side. On his neck was half of a broken pocket watch made of gears. It was steampunk-ish. Lust stood up, walking into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he was able to see the tattoo better. He wiped his tears away with his other gloved hand, smiling softly as the fingers on the tattoo traced the lines carefully. The tattoo was honestly beautiful.

The pocket watch itself was black, the gears a silver with dark blue lacing the edges. The glass was shattered and broken, though that seemed to add to the beauty of it. The clock hands were large and sharp, them being a bright neon purple. The numbers were F/C (your favorite color). 

Lust had always admired it. He let out a small sigh as he rid his skull of tears. He needed to get a drink. He washed up before leaving.

Lust soon arrived at the local bar. He loved it here. The drinks were really good.

Stepping in, Lust tilted his head. The music wasn’t… Normal. Like usual. It was instead calm jazz. He hummed quietly, closing the door behind him before going to the bar desk in the back. He sat on one of the stools, turning his attention to the bartender that day.

Oh God, she was beautiful. 

Lust wouldn’t be surprised if she found her soulmate already.

The bartender smiled at the sight of Lust instead of a scowl. Walking over, she took out a notepad. “Hello there, my good skeleton! How are ya today?” Lust grinned at her kindness. “I’m just fine, ma’am.” The woman chuckled quietly.

“No need for such manners. Just call me Y/N!” Lust nodded, his grin widening. He really liked this girl.

“Alright, Y/N."

As time went by, the two continued conversing. It was when soulmates were brought up did Lust tense slightly. “So, have you found your soulmate?” 

Lust shyly shook his skull. “U-Unfortunately, no. I have not.” Y/N smiled apologetically. “That makes two of us then.” Lust’s eyesockets widened. 

“Y-You haven’t found yours either?” Y/N nodded before revealing her tattoo; part of a broken pocket watch. It matched his! It had the same colors and the cracks matched together perfectly! Lust suddenly smiled widely. “...I changed my mind. I just found mine.”

Y/N grinned widely as Lust revealed his own tattoo to her; on the neck and all. "You mean..?" Lust nodded. 

"I guess we just needed some more time before we found each other…"

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