Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it!
Soulmate AUs involving measurement
[ Time // Countdown ]
Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s
not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re
freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the
moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s
like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds
to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my
laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your
soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon
because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown
of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both
will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you
get to live longer.
Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you
accidentally break yours or vice versa.
Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks
their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that
isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and
want to defy the system.
Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone
else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to
yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already
at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t
religiously check your clock either.
Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is
where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for
example 3:46:31 MDT).
I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.
[ Distance ]
Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors
[ Eyes ]
Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you
meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people
can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to
give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to
see color again.
Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other
colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other
colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays.
If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
You can see colors but realize that recently, with each
passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re
panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your
soulmate is okay.
You can see colors and your world turns black and white but
it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other
factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but
you don’t know that.
You will be able to see the world in full color once you
meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color
of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for
example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate
sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And
you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because
your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is
and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both
Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once
they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them
your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with
[ Hair ]
If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as
well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because
you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job
interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just
took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color
of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your
soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on
your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can
think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can
be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other
If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into
that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by
the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your
nails have changed colors.
If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that
color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like
this shade in your eyes.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of
[ Tattoos ]
You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist
about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as
opposed to the countdown AUs).
Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever
tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind
of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that
sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s
getting harder to concentrate on your work.
You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone
dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s
removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you
know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you
didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
Your tattoo is only half
complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full
heart on your skin.
You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end
with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the
phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you
probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you
about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at
random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow
there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you
don’t know what to do.
Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the
first letter of your soulmate’s name.
Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.
[ Scars ]
The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.
[ Others ]
Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too
so one day, you just kind of just get a
sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh,
and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too
(no actual injury but you
feel the same amount of pain)
so now you’re in the
hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation
There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s
about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed
me in that back alley?
Where you’re reborn with the
memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet
each other again in this lifetime.
You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read
through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently,
you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class).
Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different
clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an
artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on
reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past
life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your
soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer,
the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year,
your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way
your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the
gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of
betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the
hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.
✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams
Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the
distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually
relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the
past or in the present anymore.
If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see
the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world
through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the
contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective
surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they
You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream
together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two
meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you
two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your
best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your
soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t
shoot fast enough
then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate
could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your
separate homes/shared bed.
Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each
other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you
know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your
eyes and retire for the night.
✖ Other Soulmate AUs
You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your
soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test
On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you
can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut
fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which
shoulders half your mark for the semester.
You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the
ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot
other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s
wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help
them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love
even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other
so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your
best friend is your soulmate.
How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.
So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’
I hope you guys like it though
and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.
++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more
that while you can make jokes about Feyre manipulating Lucien in ACOWAR by using his mating bond with Elain, that will not make him change. It will make him worse. His condition will get worse as the female he saw as a friend, manipulates him again and again. Just as Tamlin did to him.
At that moment, he realized seeing his two favorite people smile at the end of the day was his refuge. His safe haven. As long as he knew they were happy, he could endure the pain a little while longer.
Is it just me or did everyone learn to play the recorder in school? Why did we do that? Is there a career in being a professional recorder player? And of all instruments why make the recorder the universal constant????
This wasn’t how things were
supposed to happen, Cassian thought, while he gripped Azriel as best and as
gently as he could, desperate for an exit, for a way of getting his family out
of that damned room.
But that bastard of the King had
them by the balls.
Azriel’s blood dripped on the
floor, drip, drip, drip. They needed
to find a healer as soon as possible, before the situation got even worse.
“There will be no destroying”,
the King said.
Like fuck it won’t.
He will tear down this palace
brick by bloody brick and everyone who dared touch his family with it.
But when the Mortal Queens entered
the room and Cassian understood.
This was a trap and they had fallen
Every muscle in his body went
taut, ready to strike, punch and do whatever he had to do to get Azriel out of
“Because you will find, Feyre
Archeron,” the King continued, “ that it is in your best interest to behave.”
When the queens parted to let
their guards pass, Cassian’s heart stopped.
This wasn’t possible, their house
was protected, he and Rhys made sure of that, there were guards and no one was
supposed to get in-but there she was with her younger sister.
Nesta Archeron was gagged, her
hair a wild mess and her nightgown was torn and ruined and he knew she had fought,
fought with every ounce of her mortal strength and it wasn’t enough, that steel
will of hers wasn’t enough and the breath coming in quick gulps in her lungs
was like ice in his.
made a very big mistake,” the king said to Rhys, Feyre held steadily in his
arms, “the day you went after the Book. I had no need of it. I was content to
let it lie hidden. But the moment your forces started sniffing around … I
decided who better than to be my liaison to the human realm than my newly
reborn friend, Jurian? He’d just finished all those months of recovering from
the process, and longed to see what his former home had become, so he was more
than happy to visit the continent for an extended visit.”
The Queens smiled at the King.
Those lying, blasted bitches.
“The brave, cunning Jurian, who suffered so badly at
the end of the War—now
my ally. Here to help me convince these queens to aid in my cause. For a price
of his own, of course, but it has no bearing here. And wiser to work with me,
my men, than to allow you monsters in the Night Court to rule and attack.
Jurian was right to warn their Majesties that you’d try to take the Book—that
you would feed them lies of love and goodness, when he had seen what the High Lord of the
Night Court was capable of. The hero of the human forces, reborn as a gesture
to the human world of my good faith. I do not wish to invade the continent—but
to work with them. My powers ensconced their court from prying eyes, just to show them the benefits.”
The king smirked at Azriel, and his brother tried to lift his head to snarl at
that poor excuse of a man. “Such impressive attempts to infiltrate their sacred
palace, Shadowsinger—and utter proof to their Majesties, of course, that your
court is not as benevolent as you seem.”
Feyre hissed, and whirled on the queens. Cassian only tried to imagine how
terrifying this situation was for her, “They are liars,
and if you do not let my sisters go, I will slaughter—”
you hear the threats, the language they use in the Night Court?” Cassian couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
That man, of all people, was trying to portray them as monsters.
“Slaughter, ultimatums … They wish to end life. I desire to give
us—prove this gift you mentioned.”, the eldest Queen said. Stupid, stupid and
Rhys seemed to
read his mind as he looked at the old
woman and said, “You’re a fool.”
“Is she?” the King answered “ Why submit to
old age and ailments when what I offer is so much better? Eternal youth. Do you
deny the benefits? A mortal queen becomes one who might reign forever. Of
course, there are risks—the transition can be … difficult. But a strong-willed
individual could survive.”
He was drowning in the sound of Nesta’s panting and Azriel’s blood
meeting the floor, again and again and again.
“Show us. Demonstrate it can be
done, that it is safe.”
The king nodded.
“Why did you think I asked my dear friend Ianthe to see who Feyre Archeron would
appreciate having with her for eternity?” He saw as Feyre’s head turned to the
Queens, “Oh, I asked them first. They deemed it too … uncouth to betray two
young, misguided women. Ianthe had no such qualms. Consider it my wedding
present for you both,” he added to the High Lord of Spring, and his face
tightened. “What?”, Tamlin asked and Cassian’s fists trembled with the need of
punching his face in.
The king cocked his head, savoring every word. “I think the High
Priestess was waiting until your return to tell you, but didn’t you ever ask why she believed I might be able to break
the bargain? Why she had so many musings on the idea? So many millennia have
the High Priestesses been forced to their knees for the High Lords. And during
those years she dwelled in that foreign court … such an open mind, she has.
Once we met, once I painted for her a portrait of a Prythian free of High
Lords, where the High Priestesses might rule with grace and wisdom … She didn’t
take much convincing.”
The jaw of the
emissary nearly hit the ground,“She sold out—she sold out Feyre’s family. To
“Sold out?” The bastard snorted. “Or saved
from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were both
strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to
our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.”
No. He would not let Nesta and Elain to be used as experiments, he
had promised to defend her and her family how could he look her in the eyes
again if something happened to her? Or to Elain? Cassian didn’t even want to
think what would be of Nesta if she lost Elain.
“Don’t you-”, Feyre tried to say, but the King interrupted her.
“I suggest bracing yourselves.”
Cassian only had the time to twist and shield Azriel from the wave
of power before pain like he never knew engulfed him.
And all he could feel were his wings turning to shreds and he heard
himself scream as darkness took him down and everything turned black.
He was vaguely aware of what was happening around him, the only
thing he could feel was pain and-her screams were the only thing in his
head, the pain and fear and rage in it
like a weight on his chest.
He wanted to get up, wanted to save her, to get her out, he wanted to do everything in his power to get
everyone he loved and cared for out of there alive, everything.
But he couldn’t.
And her screams, Mother, her screams.
He tried to move toward her, his hand scraped the floor stretching
the fingers as much as he could, blindly toward her, always toward her.
Cassian felt it, that string tying him to her from the first
moment he saw her, that pull so primordial and intrinsic and he prayed that
would be enough, enough to pull them both out of this situation but his body
felt like it was miles and miles away and his wings, his wings-
Her screams where roaring in his head and she was scared, so
scared and he tried, he tried, he tried and he failed her, again and again and
There was something near her now, something powerful and evil and
horrible and she was so scared why didn’t someone get to her? Didn’t they know
how scared she was, how terrified?
Get to her, please get her out she’s
scared she’s so scared, save her, get her out, please get her out of here
He opened his eyes, willed himself to do it. Cassian had to know
what was happening, what were they doing to her but all he got was a blurry
view of the ceiling before his eyes closed again.
Suddenly her rage was so overwhelming and it was all he could feel
Her screaming stopped.
He felt his lungs constrict painfully and she couldn’t breath, why
couldn’t she breath? What were they doing to her,
he will kill them, each and everyone of
them from the Queens to the King to that stupid Spring Lord,
give her air, why can’t she breath? Cassian felt his own head
rolling back, trying to get air in his own lungs as if it could go in hers and
he pulled and pulled and pulled on that string in his chest, in his blood, in
his heart calling her, tugging on that string, drawing her to him but there was water in her lungs, too much of
it but she was still fighting, clawing
kicking and it changed nothing and
her heart was slowing and he wished it was his because he had promised her,
after seeing her courage and her heart he had promised to protect her. And didn’t.
She was being broken and remade and broken again only to be pieced
together one more time.
And her heart stopped beating.
And he felt it, he felt it in every part of his body, every part
of his soul the moment she stopped fighting, and there was only silence and he
felt hollow, so hollow-
But then she
came back to him.
And she was
different, powerful and incredible and her scent filled him and that string,
the string caught fire and was forged into something else, something powerful
and unbreakable and he knew.
“We both had ours first kiss already, you idiot” Hux snorts loudly to mock his mate but he’s suddenly stopped by a huge hand on his shoulder and turned around to face at the person following him. Kylo stares intensely at him, now just one breathe away from his face.
“But we barely remember it.” Kylo says low, his eyes going down to Hux’s lips back to his eyes. Hux swallows and can feel his face heating up.
“I do… remember.” he stutters and the alpha smiles, huge and predatory.
It’s a part we haven’t seen David play before, really. The man is an amoral hedonist, and is wicked. You love to hate him, and hate to love him - he’s a real anti-hero. [David’s] always been a great comedian. When I met him 20 years ago, he was the best light comedian I’d ever seen at the time. This is an opportunity to give full rein to his comic skills.
I finally got myself in the situation where the ship I ship is so rare theres almost no content so if I want it I’m gonna have to make it myself im gonna have my god damn naehiro even if I’m the one who makes all of it IM GONNA LEARN HOW TO DRAW CHEESY COUPLES FOR THE SAKE OF THESE BOYS DO YOU HEAR ME