Pairing: Male Reader x Carlisle, Edward, Jasper, Emmett
Genre: Romantic fantasy | Soft supernatural soulmate AU
Warnings: mild angst, mentions of emotional confusion and past hardships.
Summary: When you return to Forks for a quiet life, you never expect to draw the attention of the mysterious Cullens.
There was something about Forks.
The way the rain lingered on your skin. The quiet stillness in the trees. It felt like the whole place was holding its breath—like it had been waiting for something.
Maybe it had been waiting for you.
You moved in with Bella and Charlie after a rough year. No dramatic story, just… life falling apart in quiet ways. You needed a reset. And Forks, with its sleepy charm and cloudy skies, seemed like the perfect place to disappear for a while.
You noticed the Cullens immediately. Everyone did. They weren’t just beautiful—they were different. Like they didn’t quite belong to this world.
But they noticed you, too.
At first, it was subtle. Carlisle watching you just a little too long when you came into the hospital to drop off Charlie’s lunch. Edward looking up every time you walked past him, eyes wide, breath caught. Jasper, brushing against you in the hallway and freezing like he’d touched a live wire. Emmett, joking with you in gym and then falling completely silent the second you laughed.
Then the dreams began.
You dreamed of a forest filled with golden light. Of soft voices calling your name. Of cold hands that warmed when they touched you. Of love that spanned lifetimes.
You woke each time with your heart racing—and your body aching for something you didn’t understand.
The four of them started showing up more. Not in a creepy way. Just… near. Edward sitting near you at lunch. Emmett waiting by your locker. Jasper offering to walk you to class. Carlisle waving when he passed you on the street, smile just for you.
It was like the world had shifted, and you were caught in their orbit.
Bella noticed. Of course she did.
She grew distant. Cold. You heard her on the phone with her mom, voice tight. “He just shows up and everything changes. They were looking at me, and now…”
She never finished the sentence.
Then one day, everything unraveled.
You were walking home through the woods when you got turned around. The path disappeared. The air shifted—heavy with mist. You thought you were lost until you saw them.
All four of them. Waiting.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” Jasper said, voice like a whisper wrapped in velvet.
Edward stepped forward, eyes soft. “We didn’t want to overwhelm you. We didn’t want to scare you. But we can’t stay away from you.”
Carlisle spoke like someone confessing a secret. “You’re our mate. The one we’ve each waited for… and somehow, you’re all of ours. It shouldn’t be possible. But here you are.”
Emmett scratched the back of his head, then grinned shyly. “We’re not asking for anything. We just wanted to tell you. And if you want to walk away, we’ll let you.”
You didn’t.
You walked into their arms instead.
From that moment, everything changed.
Carlisle read to you on rainy nights. Edward shared music he wrote just for you. Jasper painted your dreams onto canvas. Emmett held your hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
They weren’t possessive. They were patient. Gentle. Devoted in a way that didn’t ask for anything, but gave everything.
Bella pulled away completely. You mourned it—but you didn’t regret your choice.
Because when they looked at you, it was like they saw every version of you, across lifetimes, and loved each one.
And you finally understood what it meant to belong.
For my Follower Celebration - requested by @fuzztacular
and before anyone asks: Denki's soulmate is blind as a bat without her glasses and mistook him for a friend
“Hey, sexy lady.”
You look up from the breakfast you’ve been preparing.
Hanta’s standing in the doorway, exhaustion pulling on the bags under his eyes. He’s still in his Hero Costume, looking almost as dashing as when he left yesterday evening.
You, on the other hand, are wearing one of his shirts that you pretended to throw out months ago and threadbare pajama shirts, your hair hasn’t seen a brush and you’re pretty sure you forgot to take off your make up last night.
But that’s Hanta for you. Flirting with you even when he’s falling asleep standing up.
“Hey yourself.” You wave your spatula at him. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”
“I want to sleep with you. In our bed. Just… eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Could we do that?”
You laugh. “You can, but I will be off to work in an hour.”
He takes two steps and drapes himself over your shoulders. “Please?” He whines. “The bed isn’t the same without you.”
“Five minutes.” You agree easily. “Go wash up.”
“YAY!” He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and dances out of the kitchen while you finish your breakfast.
You’re not surprised to find him fast asleep by the time you step into your bedroom.
He’s curled into himself, leaving just enough space for you to slip in between his arms.
You close your eyes, trusting your phone alarm to wake you up - and allow yourself to slip dream…
-
Years before
“This sucks.” Hanta mutters and pops another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“What sucks?” Denki’s been fiddlling with his phone, his Nachos precarily balanced on his drink.
“Soulmates.”
“Oh, that again?”
“Yes, that again! I can’t believe I’m the only one in our class who doesn’t have a soulmate.”
“You don’t know that.” Denki repeats his mantra for the hundredth time. “You just don’t have any visible clues.”
“Even Mineta has a Soulmate! He might not have found it yet, but how cool is that? Only being able to see colours when you meet them? That way you know for sure who it is.”
“You could have the same type as Todoroki. Your soulmate is just ultracareful that’s why you haven’t felt any pain yet.”
“Nah.” Hanta shakes his head. “I told you, I don’t have a soulmate. Just accept it and feel lucky about your own.”
Denki levels him with a glare. Right at the collar of his shirt sits his soulmark, four words written out in scraggly handwriting, spelling “What’s up, Dumbass?”
“You shouldn’t give up that easily,” a voice behind him says and Hanta turns, surprised to see the prettiest girl he’s probably ever met.
“I…” He starts, mouth dry, words dying on his tongue.
“Couldn’t help but overhear.” You stick out your tongue as you smile. “But you could be a dreamsharer? Everyone in my family is one.”
“That can’t be.” Hanta shakes his head. “My dreams haven’t changed at all ever since I remember.”
“What a shame.” You put one hand on his arm as you speak and his mouth runs dry again.
“What are your dreams like, then?”
Hanta looks over at Denki who’s eyes are as big as saucers now, urging him to keep talking.
“I, uh… they’re pretty active? Like there’s this new anime that I started watching lately and I keep dreaming that I’m in it.”
You laugh. “Don’t tell me it’s Haikyuu. I keep thinking that I’d make such a great Libero but I keep dreaming of myself as the Ace.”
“You watch that too? That’s funny, it’s the other way around for me! I think the Ace’s are the coolest, especially Asahi or Iwaizumi, but I always dream of myself as the Libero.”
Your smile grows.
“What a coincidence.” You draw the words out and flick your eyes to the front where the doors to the cinema hall open.
“I think you should give me your number.” You say, words coming out so smooth Hanta thinks he’s misheard you. “Just in case we dream of each other tonight. You never know.”
-
When your alarm goes off, Hanta is dreaming of swinging from building to building, the night sky clear and full of stars above him.
You don’t feel bad to leave him to his own dreams when they’re as nice as today, even less when you know that this has been the last night shift for a while.
Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Sarah) and Aunt May
Requested by Anon!
WC: 2,191
Warnings: Soulmate AU, slight angst, nervousness, anxiety, crying, heartbreak, mentions of killing, and fluff
Slamming the door shut, you rushed to take your shoes off, stumbling slightly as you made your way down the hall and up the stairs. You slid off your backpack and pushed open your bedroom door before dropping your bag haphazardly and running to your bed. The mattress bounced as you landed on your stomach, pulling your phone out of the back pocket and quickly unlocking it. You ignored the notifications as you tapped open your messages. A smile lit up your face as you saw the new text from your best online friend, Peter. It had been almost a year since you first met him playing video games. You forgot how it all happened but soon enough you were talking to each other in the gamer chats. Which then led to both playing Minecraft together on your switches, and that led to having each other's numbers.
You texted each other almost every day. About everything and anything. Peter would send you funny scientific memes that you didn't understand and even random facts. Most nights you spent hours and hours just talking, whether that be texting or calling. You'd take until your phone was on the brink of death before you would take the time to find the charger. You really liked Peter. He was funny, sweet, charming even. He was kind of a nerd too. His interests consisted mainly of sci-fi and science theories, while yours was more of fantasy RPGs and gaming theory. He had always told you that you were his favorite gamer, which always made you blush. And on especially bad days, he'd always make you feel better. No matter how sad you were, he always made you smile. He'd send you funny videos from Tik Tok, even one time sending you a picture of a duck he saw on a walk home from school. You loved that about him; how caring and understanding he was.
And, against your better judgment, you were falling in love with him. Every day, it seemed more and more difficult to push away the butterflies in your stomach when you heard his voice, and laugh at his jokes. He made you feel happy and safe, despite how strange it felt. He made you want to tell him how you felt, but what if he didn't like you back? What if he wasn't your soulmate? That was another issue, what if he wasn't your soulmate? Oh, how you wished he was. To meet him in real life and look into his eyes, finally seeing color for the first time. You'd wonder what his hair color would be, or his eyes... From the pictures and selfies he'd sent, his hair was a dark gray.
Tapping on his recent text, you sighed happily, gazing down at the words on your phone.
'Hey cutie pie! Just got back from school. You free to play tonight?'
You frowned, turning to see your backpack on the floor, before typing away,
'I can't. I got tonnns of hw but I wanna talk to you.'
You watched with a skip of your heartbeat as the texting bubble popped up before his text appeared.
'Bad day?'
Your fingers trembled as you wrote,
'Yeah. I'm okay tho! Promise. I just hate hw lol'
'ok, do you wanna talk bout it?'
Hunched over his desk, arms acting as a pillow for his head; Peter bit his lip as he stared at his phone screen. There was a lump forming in his throat as he waited for your reply. He hoped that you were really okay and that nothing bad happened. Peter didn't realize until recently that he more than liked you as a friend. Ever since you two started talking online, he found himself spending so much time with you. He never knew he'd grow a crush on you. You; funny, smart, sassy, competitive... You... The thought of something happening to you made his insides squirm uneasily. And the fact that he couldn't be there in person to help you with anything made him even more anxious. He wanted to be there for you. He needed to be there for you. So why did he still feel nervous? Why did it feel like his heart was trying to escape his chest? And why did he keep rereading your message over and over again?
'I just failed my test. Have to come in and retake it Saturday.' You answered as Peter grabbed his phone, staring at the screen.
'That was going to be our game day...' He replied back before adding to that, 'We could move it to Sunday?'
'I can't, mom taking me to Queens sunday, something about visiting an old friend of her from high school...'
Peter frowned, Game Day Saturday was what he always looked forward to, the first being able to hang out with you.
‘oh, ok.’ He sent, before cringing and quickly typing more, ‘do you wanna call? I could help you with your hw if you wany?’
You sputtered a laugh as you replied,
‘wany? Yeah, i’d like that.’
~~~
You leaned your head against the passenger window, watching as the houses, apartments, and other buildings flew by. You were excited to meet your mother’s friend, but you really wished you could’ve stayed home and spent time with Peter. You wished you were at home, leaned back in your spinny chair, playing Minecraft on your Switch or even playing Bigfoot Multiplayer with him on your computer. But, you know it was the polite thing to do.
Pulling up into a parking spot on the side of the street, you hopped out of the car and stared up at the apartment building in front of you. Your mother led you into the building and up the stairs, where you waited behind her as she knocked on the door. Waiting for a moment, you heard the pitter-pattering of feet before the door opened. There, at the door was a woman, long hair, wearing a cute sweater, you noticed. She smiled, stepping out of the way to let you both in.
“Sarah! Oh, it’s been years! How are you?” The friend of your mother asked, as she pulled her into a hug.
“I am perfect, May. How are you? Are you still raising your nephew?” Your mother asked, pulling back from the hug.
May nodded, gesturing her head to the side, “I’m good. And yes, he’s still in high school, so he’ll be here for a while.” She then turned to you, giving you a caring smile, “And you must be Y/N. You can call me May.” She spoke before pulling you into a hug as well. You awkwardly hugged her back, before she pulled back. “I’ll go get Peter. You and him can talk while the grown ups do.” She spoke, and the moment she said the name ‘Peter’ you froze up. Your heart began to beat and you held onto a sliver of hope that this ‘Peter’ was your ‘Peter’.
Your mother must have noticed your expression as May left because she placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, she’s a hugger.”
You pursed your lips, giving your mother a nod before you clasped your hands together in front of you, fiddling with your fingers anxiously as you waited. Eyes staring to the hall where May had disappeared into. As your heart swelled with anxiety and nervousness, along with doubt that this was your Peter and that he was your soulmate… Your soul hoped that he was.
It was like you were in slow-motion when he stepped out. Donning sweats and a plain t-shirt, hair slightly ruffled as he ran a hand through it. He’s gorgeous, was your first thought. Please, look at me, was your second. Slowly, he looked up, eyes widening as he looked at you. You were ready for your world to brighten. You were waiting for the world to burst into color as you stared into his eyes… But… No… The world around you was still as gray as can be. You felt immediately chest-fallen, you felt as if your soul was snatched from you body, leaving you completely breathless; gasping for air.
He wasn’t your soulmate. Peter wasn’t your soulmate.
You noticed as you stared at Peter, that his eyes seemed to widen as he cast his gaze to the ground briefly. Was he hoping for the same thing you had wished for? No? Maybe? But, it didn’t matter anyway. He wasn’t meant to be yours. You gulped, gaining the courage to speak. You didn’t want things to be awkward. Peter was still your friend. And that was enough.
“Hi, Peter.” You spoke up softly, as May and your mother turned to look at each other confused.
“You know each other?” May asked and Peter nodded, turning to his aunt.
“We met through video games.” He finally spoke up as your mother huffed, crossing her arms.
“Of course,” She rolled her eyes playfully, “She never gets off that Switch thing.”
May gave you and her nephew a smile, “Well, that’s lovely. You two go play some video games then. Your mother and I are going to catch up.”
You gave her a nod before following Peter awkwardly to his room. Shutting the door, Peter shifted his gaze around his room as you stuffed your hands in your hoodie pockets, looking at the floor. The tension between you could have been cut with a knife. The air felt warm and suffocating as you fidgeted in your spot.
“Uh… I…” Peter began, grabbing your attention and glancing up at you. “Uh… So, how are you?”
You glanced around the room, spotting the multiple Star Wars posters and merchandise, “Good.” You said shortly, “Uh, how are you?”
Peter nodded, giving you a sheepish smile, “Good, uh, good. Uh… This is cool… My aunt knows your mom.” He stated and you nodded, finally looking back at him.
“Yeah, it’s… It’s cool.” You agreed, smiling shyly as Peter rubbed the back of his neck.
“Uh, so I’m just going to say this because I don’t know how to say this in the first place and this is already awkward but… We’re soulmates.” He chuckled awkwardly, making you furrow your eyebrows, confused.
“What?” You asked as Peter nodded.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to freak out because my aunt May would make a big deal about it and probably post about it on her Twitter but we’re soulmates.” He laughed out breathily, “I can’t believe it. I mean, I was hoping you’d be my soulmate.” He looked up at you, “I mean, this is awesome. I have you as my soulmate and see colors.” He ranted, making you more and more confused.
“Uh… Peter… We’re not soulmates.” You interrupted him, making him frown as he grew confused too.
“What?”
“We’re not soulmates.”
Peter shook his head, cracking a nervous smile, “No, we are.” He tried to insist.
You shook your own head, “Last time I checked… I still see grayscale.” You sighed and Peter pursed his lips.
“So… You mean… Wait, that doesn’t really make any sense. I can see colors and you can’t? What does that even mean?” He asked as he began to pace his room.
You followed him with your eyes, growing more and more disappointed, “I’m your soulmate… But you’re not mine.” You muttered out, shoulders slumping as you dropped your eyes to the ground.
Peter shook his head rapidly, pausing his pacing to turn to you, walking over and pulling you into a hug. You squeezed your eyes shut, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you dug your face in his shoulder. You felt the tears well up in your eyes, but you pushed them down. You held onto Peter as if you made one false move you would float away. Like an anchor, he held you down.
“You’re my soulmate. I love you, Y/N.” Peter confessed, shocking you as you felt his tears fall onto your hoodie. “I know I’m not your soulmate, but I just wanted to get this off my chest.” He continued, sniffling as he held you closer.
You let out a sigh, fingers clutching his shirt in a deathgrip, “I love you too, Peter. Ever since I killed you in PvP Minecraft,” You joked lightly, earning a small laugh from him.
“I let you win.” He answered back, “I’d let you win a million times more.”
You laughed, pulling back slightly to look at Peter, his dark gray eyes peered back into yours. You wished you could know what color his eyes were and the shade of his har, but deep down, you didn’t really care. Peter was all you wanted. “We’ll figure something out.” You repeated his words, giving him a smile. “We both aced out Science tests, we’ll do some research.”
“Yeah, maybe this is a crazy once-in-a-lifetime mystical phenomenon.”
You nodded, “That, or the world is messing with us.” You countered as Peter raised his hand to flick your forehead fondly.
“Wanna play some Minecraft? I’ll let you be player one.” He offered as you nodded.
Soulmate AU ~ You can detect your Soulmate by heat. The temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are far away.
~Hypothermia~
Your hands are cold. Well, they are always cold. So cold you don’t know if it is your mind playing tricks on you or if your hands are collecting frost. Spiraling, glistening frost that sprouts from your fingertips that are a soft pinkish hue to around your inner palms and inner wrists. It grows slowly, coming from within your own body or just appearing there is a question you would like answered.
You are tired of it. At first, it was manageable, starting when you were a child because you thought it was the weak powered product of a lesser passerby demon that had given you a small curse. But as the days went on, turning into months, and then into years, and till even now, it grew increasingly worse. Now you have resorted to hiding your delicate hands in your kimono. Inconspicuously pull them close to your body and hope whatever heat you exude from within is enough to melt what has infected your skin for so long.
The problem now is that not only are your hands being tortured it is your feet, your neck, your cheeks, and everywhere else that you never thought was a vulnerable part of you. It has even crawled to your forehead, something you internally sneer at. Your clothes and hair are eventually affected too later in life. The frost becoming bunches of snowflake particles now. Clumped and gathered together. It feels as though no place is able to escape it’s reaches.
Traveling, something you do every day has become bothersome because of it. Drowsiness has set in upon you, sleep sounding like a pleasure you would indulge yourself in. Nevertheless, you control these urges even when you lose consciousness when walking, though for only a few seconds.
Your short and anxious ‘companion’ senses something wrong and mumbles about it under their breath but says nothing in fear of angering you. You had taken notice of his worry a long while ago but don’t act on it. (Yet punishing him does sound like a good idea). Your other ‘companion’ of odd sorts doesn’t hide their worry at all. They are vocal and ask questions anytime they feel you are amiss. You admire her audacity and courage.
With a few simple words though you ease their worries, moreso shut them down, until other symptoms come and catch you by surprise. Symptoms are formulated such as in and out confusion and patchy memory loss. They ail you more and more frequently these days. They are not so much as memories being taken from you but the hours of walking you do feel as though it took only a handful of minutes. You don’t say anything about it though, knowing it would only make your companions fearful for your health. And either way, you weren’t one to talk about your emotions openly anyway.
Being taught to keep it inside and concealed must of had a big effect on you even into adulthood and beyond.
It is only when you near that tree, that accursed tree near an even more cursed village that you feel healthier. The frost is still there coating prominent parts of your pale, flawless skin, but it is warmer. Who knew that you would feel so much relief over something as small as feeling warm.
Your ‘companions’ see the change quite quickly. Though the frost has not left they can see it. The energy, if you really showed in the first place at all, coming back to you. They can see it in the way you carry yourself, in the way you walk, and in the way simply radiate this certain type of energy.
It is only when they go to obtain food, cutting through a thick and dense forest do you have time alone to ponder what you should do. You are methodical and logical which helps you immensely. So it takes just a few moments for you to collect yourself before you begin your almost aimless walk.
You travel around the village, feet swift and soft against the grass when you then pass the tree your brother was trapped against for so many years. Only when you get to the clearing with the well do you realize the warmth has come to you. It radiates within your very soul, swimming and cascading through your veins. It’s liquid fire. Perhaps even hellfire.
You don’t know how it happened, how any of it occurred but before you are completely aware of what is happening you had glided to the Well. The Bone Eaters Well. It glows, a purplish-white beaming on the old stones, spilling over the Wells wooden confines.
It is then you know someone is coming. They smell unfamiliar thus notifying you that it is not that priestess girl your brother is infatuated with. This one smells sweeter, softer, and gentle. The scent and light grow stronger until it is all that is there. Every breath you take is filled with that smell, it’s dare you say borderline intoxicating.
Then they appear.
At first, it is but an outline, of clothes and hair swaying in the breeze of blinding light and pure magic, one knee parched on the side of the Well, the other dangling yet suspending inside. For some reason you cannot explain, you both reach out at the same time towards one another.
The connection is an immediate burst of nothing but pure, untainted, blissful warmth. Your body reacts as if you have never felt something so nice, and you would believe it because whoever this person was, was doing things to you that made you melt.
A single touch of fingertips to fingertips was the tip of the iceberg that soon crashed into a boat when the light grows just a bit dimmer causing the person to fall into your arms. They fall into your embrace, chest to chest, cheek to cheek and you know this person will mean everything to you. Cause just by the way your pulse accelerates, just by the way your skin alights with unadulterated heat has you wanting to collapse.
You don’t though, knowing this person needs your help to stay up. They pull away from you while still grasping you by the full length of your arms. It is like heaven has settled in their eyes. Eyelashes long and covered with frost, tiny snowflakes spread from them to their cheeks like a window in winter. It all has your soul reeling, spinning, and left dizzy.
You think it can’t get any hotter this heat that has begun to trickle over you, but it does as they lift a hand to your face. If it had been anyone else they would have been killed upon the spot but watching them do it had left you as still as a statue. That hand of theirs is soft, frost-covered, but soft.
They smile at you. They look like the sun, a contrast to you that becomes apparent when they wipe away the frost covering your crescent move birthmark with their other hand. The trickling has begun to gush at a steady beat that followers your heart in sync.
It’s only when you lean in to kiss their blue-stained lips does the heat explode. It overflows, seemingly coming out of every pore of your body. Every muscle in your body is attuned with it tensing and untensing when they grip the back of your head, hair tight in their grasp, with the hand that wiped your birthmark.
It has all melted. With every shiver of their body, with every tiny moan they make against your lips you feel both of your frost-covered bodies liven. Damp now for sure from all the accumulated frost and snowflakes you both couldn’t care less.
They pull away, a deep groan falling from your mouth though you are unabashed by it. Their laugh is music to your pointed ears, sharp nails gripping them tight enough to let them know you won’t let go of them. When they speak their words are a pool of silky, golden honey.
“I’ve been...looking for you..,” their voice is trembling, tears at the brim of their wonderfully bright eyes. “I’ve been looking for you...,for so long.”
You don’t say anything to them. Opting for actions to trump over words.
The kiss you give them casts away the hypothermia.
I don't think y'all understand just how FERAL I go when I see Soulmate AUs....that shit is my FAVORITE trope ever. Like I'll be scrolling through someone's masterlist and ill see "___ x reader (soulmate au)" and I LOOSE MY MIND.
Anyway this is me saying if y'all know anyone that had a lot of soulmate AUs please tell me
your heartbeat perfectly matches your soulmates, and slows down the closer you get to eachother. after your first meeting, they always beat in sync au
you have a compass on your wrist, it constantly points towards your soulmate au
you can taste the last thing your soulmate ate au
from birth one of your eyes matches your soulmates, when you meet them for the first time your eyes become your own colour completely au
whatever you write on your arm your soulmate also has on their arm au
you and your soulmate have the same scars au
you don’t know who your soulmate is until the last time you see them before they die au
three people are all soulmates with eachother au
you have a romantic and platonic soulmate au
when you lock eyes with your soulmate for the first time, you can then see colour instead of black and grey au
you have a birthmark on your skin in the first place your soulmate touches you au
you have a red string on your pinkie that leads you to your soulmate, tightening the closer you get until your hands touch au
On one wrist is your soulmates name, on another is your worst enemy. you don’t know which is which. hope it’s not the same person au
your soulmate tattoo is the first thing that your soulmate thinks when they see you for the first time au
you have a random sentence on your arm that your soulmate will say at some point say to you. you don’t know when it will happen, or who it will be with. just that it will happen. it burns and then fades away when it happens au
the last words your soulmate will ever say to you are tattooed on your body au
you have a countdown clock on your arm that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate for the first time au
you stop ageing at 18 until you meet your soulmate au
your soulmates name tattooed on your body, gradually growing and changing throughout life as they grow and change as a person au
you have a tattooed magnet that unconsciously pulls you in the direction of your soulmate on your chest. you can choose to ignore it or follow it. it will work if the soulmate is dead or alive au
