This was inspired by a writing prompt:

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What if the world as we knew it was different? If everyone had a soulmate if they only dared to look? In this universe, people are accustomed to little spikes if pain on their wrists to indicate if their soulmate is nearby. The tale that is told says that if you meet eyes with your soulmate, your wrist will begin to sting.

Aelin is just a woman who likes to party and has been gifted with a few handsome looks and a splash of cunning, nothing special. Rowan is a movie star. What were to happen if their lives converged unexpectedly? Rowaelin AU...


Aelin frowned down at her wrist, unsure of the strange tingle that had grown there for the past few hours. She supposed it could only be a result of Chaol's pinning her when they'd sparred, but with wrists, there was always uncertainty.

She watched the silent man before her. He was bent over a book, a surprise considering Dorian was usually the book worm. His dark brown hair hung over his eyes, his warm, honey eyes. The eyes that were now staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" he asked her, irritated.

She huffed indignantly. "I was just hoping that it wasn't my book you currently have your nose in," Aelin said coolly.

He sighed and returned to his book. Only deigning to say, "I don't enjoy the smut you like to read anyways."

"Don't disrespect perfectly, trashy books!" she exclaimed with no small amount of insult. He sighed again and pointedly stared at the book.

Aelin then decided that he was not her soulmate. Besides, they had looked at eachother plenty of times and her wrist hadn't so much as trembled. Even if he was, she thought brusquely, she would refuse to treat him as such.

She slumped onto the table, her arms splayed out. In a matter of moments, her sullen mood changed and she was striding for the sofa.

Aelin felt eyes on her back. "Off to watch one of your smutty TV shows, too?" Chaol asked.

"You, have no regard for your well being it seems," she hissed. Maybe, if not with words, she could use her fists to knock some sense into him. Maybe then he would learn not to push her buttons when she was in a mood.

Aelin snatched the remote from a cushion and flicked the TV on. Depositing herself on the couch, she allowed herself to fume.

What was a college dropout supposed to do with their life besides watch TV? She stared at the flat screen without really seeing what it was displaying. Maybe she did regret leaving college a bit, the decision having been a rash decision made with a drunken state of mind. Her pride was the problem. She couldn't very well admit that Dorian had been right all along, that she would miss the hard work and satisfaction school brought.

Aelin rubbed at her wrist absently, realizing that it wasn't bothering her anymore. She laughed silently, remembering the pissy look on Aedion's face when she announced that she would room with Dorian and Chaol, her two best friends from college. That alone made her feel a little less pitiful.

Her eyes focused again on the screen. It seemed to be some sort of Q and A type show. The host was one she recognized, a famous comedian and show host named Rolfe. He displayed his famous collection of tattoos, the most beautiful of them all was one that was inked into his hand. A scrolling map.

The man sat across from a dark haired lady with porcelain skin. She had a leader's air about her. Behind them, in a row of chairs, sat five of the most beautiful men she had ever laid eyes on.

Two looked like twins, with long wavy hair. but their attitudes were completely different, one being dark the other as bright as the sun.

The other two didn't really intrigue her. One caught her eye immediately and she did a fond scan over his face and body. He had long silver hair that was tied into a braid. He had delicate features made less so by the scrolling tattoo that rolled down his face and neck. She was pretty sure it didn't just vanish at his collar either.

They were all decked out in grey suits. None of the men looked particularly interested in the interview, but acted polite. None of them really looked at the camera either.

"How does it feel to be America's most eligible bachelors?" the man questioned.

"We try our best," the blonde twin said, winking at the camera. It was probably supposed to be charming, but she found it more taunting than anything, like he was trying to challenge any of the other male viewers.

"And Rowan," Rolfe said. "How do you feel being highest in the polls so far?"

The camera zoomed in on the white haired male.

"I am... flattered, truly, but I'm afraid my heart lies... elsewhere." This time, he looked straight at the camera.

Aelin sucked in a breath and rubbed at her aching wrist. His eyes were like gleaming emeralds, bright with knowledge.

She barely registered that the man began to talk again, she was so rattled. "Is your wrist bothering you?" he said, teasingly. "Maybe your soulmate is watching..."

Rowan was shifting in his seat, holding his wrist. The moment the man said that though, he released it. His comrades looked at him in shock.

"Perhaps," was all he said. His lips were pursed and he made a point if not looking at the camera again.

Aelin slumped in her chair and turned the TV off. "Holy shit," she breathed.

"You okay over there?" Chaol called from the kitchen.

She put a trembling hand to her face. That beautiful man was her soulmate.

Chaol appeared infront of her, face worried. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. Everything was spinning and yet, it felt as though her world had changed for the better. "He's my soulmate," she whispered.

His eyes flashed with surprise and he turned the TV on again. They were trying to get Rowan to talk about his love life. Aelin refused to look at the screen.

"Him?" Chaol demanded.

She nodded.

He shook his head in disbelief. "You're soulmates with Rowan Whitethorn? The moviestar?"

She threw her hands up. "Do you want me to spell it out for you?"

He sank onto the couch beside her. "Well, are you going to go find him?"

Aelin was the first of her friends to find her soulmate, so none of them would know what to do in this situation. All she could think if were his handsome, green eyes.

"Should I?"


Ha ha! Cliffhanger for you. Hope you enjoyed this small snippet if fluff. There should be more chapters in the future, but nothing is certain...I know it was like, the shortest thing ever, but it was just a writing exercise. Anyway, I hope you liked it.;)