"He's got these blue eyes that just reflect whatever emotion he's feeling, and his smile lights up an entire fucking room. Oh, and his laugh? His laugh could end wars, Matthew."
Mark Fischbach was flopped down on his bed, nearly in tears as he stared at the tattoo on his wrist. He had someone to love and they were going to love him back.
They were literally made for each other.
But why had the tattoo come late? It was supposed to come at age fifteen, and he was now eighteen. Sean was seventeen, and he had only gotten his tattoo now as well.
Picking up his phone from beside him, he unlocked it and hit the Safari app. Slowly he typed Late tattoos into the search bar.
An article written by a Gregory Jackson titled Why Some People's Tattoos Come Late.
Mark tapped it, hoping to find some relative answer.
Kids are told from a young age that their tattoos will come when they reach the age of fifteen, but that isn't exactly true.
On average people get their tattoos on their fifteenth birthday. There are extremely rare cases of people never getting their tattoo, but it only occurs when someone with a late tattoo never meets their soulmate.
If someone sixteen years old doesn't have a tattoo, that doesn't mean they will be alone forever. However, it does mean that they have to find their soulmate on their own. If they never meet their soulmate, they won't get a tattoo and therefore end up with someone who also hasn't found their soulmate.
It's a game of chance, but we are all bound to our soulmate with a string of fate. The string will wear and knot, but it will never break.
What?
It wasn't an abomination, or a mistake?
This happened other people?
He continued reading to the next page, worry flooding through him. There had to be a reason why they were taught that you were a horrible person if you didn't get your tattoo at fifteen.
When someone goes to find their soulmate without their tattoo without the knowledge that they're there, they threaten getting into a person's way of finding their soulmate.
With being taught that you can only marry someone without a soulmate, you are literally being taught to ruin someone else's and your chances of ever finding your soulmate.
The bond between someone with a tattoo at fifteen and another person with a tattoo at fifteen is weaker than those born with late tattoos. You're probably asking yourself the question 'why' at this point.
Because people born without tattoos are mistakes.
Tattoos weren't always something given at birth.
The soulmate tattoo is a genetic modification created in 1983 to prevent prostitution.
It's like the way your body reacts to a brownie if you're constantly told that it is a weed brownie. The chemical reaction in your brain is different than what it would be if you were told truthfully that it is a normal brownie.
You were raised to believe that only your soulmate would ever love you, but that's not true.
True love comes in many ways, but they don't want you to believe that. It's all a scheme.
Still, this doesn't mean the person you're supposedly supposed to be with doesn't love you. They probably do! And that's good, as long as you are happy that's fine. But don't confine yourself, educate yourself and find who makes you truly happy.
Gregory Jackson, (1985-2015)
Assassinated June 18th, 2015 by an unknown and still free paid assassinator for revealing this article to the public.
"Oh no," Mark put his hand up to his mouth. This guy was killed for spreading the truth? And even if it wasn't the truth, he was assassinated for spreading a theory? That was awful.
He dropped his phone, letting the fact that it was all a lie sink in. Still, Gregory had said in the article that it didn't mean that your soulmate didn't love you.
You were still allowed to love, and that was all Mark needed to know.
He picked up his phone, typing a message to Matthew.
To: Mattata ❤️
I have a soulmate and he's fucking beautiful.From: Mattata ❤️
I know. He's here.To: Mattata ❤️
I'm on my way.
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Marry Me | NatePat
FanfictionIn a world where your soulmate's first words to you are tattooed onto your wrist, Nathan Smith is more than surprised to see the words 'marry me' scrawled out on his wrist in messy handwriting.