Any and all who ever wanted a loyal, brutal and absolutely obsessed Yautja as theirs, this is for you.
Collection of all of my oneshots first published on Tumblr.
Summary: Every soulmate bears the marks of the other. Some said they were the thoughts of their soulmate, others said it was their writing.
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Strange marks started to appear on your body when you were a young child. Your mother told you, those were what they call 'soulmate marks'. Others called them drawing.
They were supposedly telling you all about your soulmate. These marks appeared and disappeared. Some said they were the thoughts of your soulmate, but you wouldn't know.
Instead of words, your marks were...strange...very strange. Strange to the point where your mother told you to hide them at all times.
You didn't dare to question her.
Marks appeared and disappeared, however, you had one that remained no matter what happened. It was on your collarbone. The strangest mark you have ever seen.
As others started to find their soulmates during high school or college, you never even saw anything similar to the marks on your body.
You isolated yourself, whenever others wanted to see your marks, you always remembered the time you were in high school.
You stayed at your friends' house and although your mother warned you not to show them the mark, you did. You'll never forget their faces and the way they teased you.
Soulmate mark were supposed to be normal, not like yours. They started to call you a weirdo and bullied you to the point where you had to change schools. You promised to yourself to never show your marks ever again.
There was a point in your life, the lowest, when you looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing your marks and you just wanted them off. You wanted to take a knife and remove your skin along with the marks. You hated them. You hated whoever was your soulmate for them.
But after collage, you started a life, far from your home town and your mother who at that point couldn't even look at you.
"Those marks are curses! You are a curse! Get out of my house!" she was convinced she gave birth to the soulmate of something awful, she judged your marks worse than you could have ever.
So, you left and moved to a big city where you were a nobody.
You first heard on the news about disappearances, about a black monster that kept killing people.
You weren't stupid, you were not willing to die there, just when you finally became a little happier with your life.
Then the news came, it was an alien species, and another, hunting it.
You were stuck in traffic, everyone trying to leave. But as you heard the radio.
Another alien. Then you looked at your arm, lifting your long sleeved shirt, marks littered your body and now they were darker than ever.
