A/N: So this was a prompt requested by evangelean3 on tumblr (love you babe!). This is a soulmate AU where when one person dyes their hair, their soulmate's changes as well. I expanded upon that (as we fanfic authors love to do) to include anything unnatural that happened to one's hair would be reflected in the soulmate. I've got a few other ideas for this prompt that aren't fandom specific (and as of yet unwritten), so if you like keep an eye on reddemonblondeangel at the tumbles place for more!
Also, if you happen to know Skin by Rascal Flatts, that song was a lot of inspiration for this piece (if you don't know it you should totally go listen, but bring tissues).
Reviews are rainbow unicorn kisses and cookies!
(For anyone who read this prior to 11:33pm 11/16/16, I added a new ending!)
A mom pushes full bushy brown hair away from a sweaty forehead bent over a toilet. "We'll go to the doctor tomorrow, baby, okay?"
A young boy stands in front of the mirror, proud of his sleeked back white-blonde locks. This style will be perfect for school next year. His eyes narrowed slightly at his reflection. No one better mess it up.
Soft brown curls lay on a pillow as tears fall from young eyes. "Girls aren't supposed to be bald mommy!"
"Mother!" Young lungs shrieked as pale locks fell through his fingers. "What's happening?" An older woman rushes in, quickly checking that no spells have been cast on her son.
"It must be from your soulmate. Although what kind of parents would allow their child to be exposed to a spell like this…"
"Here you go baby! Nice and snug." Purple wool was pulled over bare skin, and big brown eyes assessed themselves in the mirror. "What do you think?"
Slowly a small grin spread across a thin face. "I look like me."
A small bald boy sulks by bustling train tracks, daring anyone to mention the lack of his family's defining feature. Lost in his glaring, he's thrown for a loop when a girl in a purple beanie runs up to him enthusiastically shouting, "Look, I have cancer too!" before pulling off her hat to reveal a matching bald head.
Years later he ran his hand through wavy dark hair, the curls not having come in as strong the second time around. She, in turn, carded her fingers through hair as light as the day it first fell out. "We've come a long way" she whispered, lips barely brushing against his. "We have." he agreed, "It was worth losing my hair to gain you."
(alternate funny ending bc I couldn't make up my mind)
"We have," he agreed, "but if you mess with my hair again woman it's war".