#starless-skyox

[vikandermanips]

Sabrina Carpenter & Cody Christian manip requested by starless-skyox Please like or reblog if using :)

[castyourcharacters]

Someone that could play Marie Avgeropoulos' older brother?

*wakes suddenly from my three year Tumblr coma*

Do you like any of these?

Pierre Boulanger

Chris Galya

Torrance Coombs

Matt Bomer

Andrew Gray

Lucas Valerdi

Thomas Dekker

John Patrick Amedori

Douglas Hickmann

Taylor Fuchs

Adam Gregory

Rich Sommer

Tom Welling

Jake Epstein

Ben Hollingsworth

[queencrackships]

Marie Avgeropoulos and Ryan Guzman

As Siblings

Requested: @starless-skyox

[selfishrp]

Is there any way we could get a preview of the apps?

i will make sure to post these up very soon, along with the codes!! we have three so far for you all to choose from, so keep a look out.

[ashc-from-ao3]

@starless-skyox I’m assuming since you follow my Ben blog you’d like a ship with one of his characters so here we go

“Can I request a ship, please? My name is Stephanie - I'm in my thirties and work way too much. Highly competitive, and passionate about the things that I care about. Some people tell me I'm intimidating, but it's just my RBF. Really I'm just a sweetheart, but don't take that for a weakness.”

I ship you with Caspian

It was probably your competitiveness that first drew his attention to you. He had been visiting a village to see its yearly fair and one of the performers had called out a challenge, claiming to be the best around in their particular field. Unfortunately for that performer you hadn’t taken that challenge sitting down. It was something you were good at and you knew you’d be able to beat them. And you did, with ease. Caspian had found it incredibly amusing just how easily you had beaten the performer at their own game and decided to go and tell you so.

However when he had tapped your shoulder and you turned to see who it was he was a little surprised to see the look you were giving him, even more surprised when it vanished and shock took its place. After a hasty apology Caspian offered to buy one of the many fair treats that were being sold as a way to make up for bothering you. You quickly reassured him that you weren’t actually bothered, sometimes you just looked angry. But you happily accepted the offer anyway, who would pass up a chance to eat with the king?

During the meal the two of you chatted and Caspian quickly found you to be someone he thought he could be around. So he asked if he could send for you sometimes. You had to ask him to repeat himself just to make sure you heard him right. You told him that would be fine with you, figuring he’d forget about the little town and it’s inhabitants once he was back attending to his duties.

He didn’t. It took a month before a messenger was at your door, informing you the king had asked for you. There had been some trade issues and while it had been dealt with Caspian had been left stressed and irritated. Having some he could talk to was the only thing he wanted afterwards. And so he reached out. You were taken back to the castle and Caspian was both pleased and surprised you had been brought back so quickly. You sat with him for hours listening to him talk and occasionally butting in. When you went home later Caspian was in a much better mood. These visits continued anytime he wanted to just be able to talk to someone or to herself some else talk about their own life ober what they thought he wanted to hear.

Your passion for what you love came through in all your discussions it was very likely one of the 5ins that made Caspian fall in the first place. He fell hard and fast after that. When he confessed his feeling you weren’t oi sure if he was really saying what you were hearing but he assured you it was real.

Having someone who works hard is very good for him. It lets him relax with some of his duties knowing someone else is there to help when he needs it. Of course you’re both terrible for working too hard and often one has to drag the other away from a task to go rest. The promise of cuddles are usually the winning ticket to get someone to stay still for a while. Caspian loves that you’ve got a sweet side and adores seeing you being sweet or caring with people. All in all the boy is totally smitten and wouldn’t have it any other way.

[banditthewriter]

Tommy Shelby’s Soulmate

Another soulmate oneshot to make up for the fact that I haven’t finished CYF yet. So sorry y’all!!

Trope: Their name tattooed on their skin.

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*gif not mine*

Enjoy!

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"Mum, please, I don't care about who my soulmate is," you pleaded as your mother dragged you to one of the other dress shops on the square. "Honestly it isn't important to me."

Your mother gasped at the scandalous comment before she pulled you into one of the most expensive shops.

"You could very well meet your soulmate at this party and I will not have you wearing a dress you've worn before. You'll purchase something new and expensive and tonight you will introduce yourself to every available man until you find your Thomas."

Your Thomas. The name had appeared on your wrist when you were younger and your parents had searched high and low throughout London for your Thomas. Of the ones they found, none of them had your name on their wrist. 

Not that you cared. You meant it honestly when you said it wasn't important to you. If you found your soulmate, that was great, but searching for him made it feel cheap and garish. 

And not all soulmates were happy together. Your parents weren't. 

"What if my soulmate isn't here? Where will you drag me next?"

You had been all around London already, as well as a few other places like Paris. You were tired. 

"Your soulmate will be an individual like us so he will be somewhere of worth. We will find him, my dear, don't you worry."

You didn't know how to explain that you very much weren't worried. Not that your mother would have listened to you. 

------

Your parents were going to kill you. Maybe not your father, but your mother would. The moment you had climbed into the car with your cousin, you knew they'd kill you. 

Birmingham wasn't far from where your mother had relocated you in an effort to find your match, but it was far enough. And by the looks of it, it wasn't somewhere your mother expected you to find your soulmate. Not here with the factories and people wearing dirty clothes and where it looked like it rained more than anything. 

You and your cousin slipped through the wet streets together, giggling and enjoying the freedom that this new city provided. 

"This looks promising," she said as she tugged you into a place called The Garrison. 

Inside everything was golden. Your eyes adjusted to the smoky view as you followed Janine to the bar. She leaned across to order the drinks and flirt with the bartender. You preferred to look around at the people. 

Some looked miserable, drowning their sorrows in drink. Some looked joyous and without a care. And then you saw a group in the back. One of which was watching you. 

They looked like a rough crew. And the one watching you was no exception. His eyes looked light, even over this distance. And he didn't seem displeased with what he saw. 

He beckoned you forward with two fingers, a brief flick of his wrist, but you weren't to be called to heel like a dog. If he wanted to talk to you, he was more than welcome to work for it.

A tiny thrill went through you at the look of smugness on his face before you turned away. That was a man who wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and you had told him no.

Janine handed you a drink and then started to guide you to an empty table nearby. You were about to pull out your chair when it was done for you. 

"You're not from around here," a low voice said in your ear as the man from before pulled your chair out.

"Because I didn't come when you beckoned? Is that all it takes to spot an outsider here?"

Up close the man was even more handsome, but also much more dangerous. You could trace the outline of guns under his jacket and his knuckles were bruised. 

"Seeing as how I own this bar, yes," the man said with a smirk as he settled into a chair between you and your flabbergasted cousin. 

She has never seen you behave this way. Granted you had never had the freedom to flirt with a man unless your mother thought he might be your soulmate.

"It is a nice establishment," you said with a look around, feigning interest in something besides the man beside you. 

The man leaned forward onto his forearms. You caught the glimpse of ink on his wrist but couldn't make out much. And it was rude to stare. 

He tilted his head as he looked you over. His own eyes strayed to your wrist but you always wore a cloth bracelet that hid the name there.

"What's your name?"

Your cousin kicked your shin, obviously telling you not to give your name to this man, but you were tired of being told what to do. 

When you said your name, you watched the man's eyes narrow. His eyes darted back down to your wrist and you caught the sight of his fingers twitching towards his own wrist. Your heart started to speed up as you waited for him to introduce himself as well. 

"I'm–"

The doors of the pub were thrown open and a group of men armed with large guns stormed in. They looked around as everyone quieted down to the point where you could have heard a pin drop.

"Where is Tommy Shelby?"

The man beside you squeezed your elbow before he stood up. 

"I'm Thomas Shelby."

You missed the threats that poured from the main thugs mouth as your mind took off in flight. This was Thomas? Your Thomas? Janine kicked you again, but this time it wasn't in warning. She looked terrified.

There was a flurry of movement as the people started to rush from the establishment. Thomas bent down to whisper into your ear.

"Get out of here. Meet me at the Lawndale tonight at eight."

He helped you up and then watched as you and your cousin disappeared out of the pub. 

Even when you looked back, you couldn't see him anymore. 

"This is madness. Tell me that isn't your soulmate in there!"

You looked at your cousin and then at the cloth over your wrist. 

"I think it is."

------

The Lawndale was a hotel that served dinner. You had convinced Janine to let you go alone, so you stood out front and waited for eight. 

Once the watch you wore went ten past eight, you wondered if maybe something had happened to him. Perhaps he had been hurt or killed. Perhaps you were wrong about him being your soulmate. Perhaps…

"There you are."

You spun around and caught a brilliant sight. He was decked out as if he was taking you to the palace rather than a hotel restaurant. And he looked you over in your blue dress as if you were a queen rather than just a woman who had never really felt at home anywhere. 

"Sorry I'm late. You look resplendent."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you let him take your hand. You expected him to lead you inside but instead he used is grip to turn your wrist over. It also forced his own wrist to turn.

Neither of you had the names covered. You stared at your name on his wrist while he looked at yours. 

"I didn't think I'd ever find you," he admitted before he lifted your hand up to kiss the palm. "I stopped looking a long time ago."

You stepped closer to him until you could feel the warmth of his body. 

"I never cared one way or another if I found my soulmate, but I really wanted it to be you. Even as you beckoned me to you, I wanted it to be you."

He smiled as if you had just given him the moon. And once again he did something to surprise you. Instead of leading you in for dinner, he pulled you in for a kiss.

Not that you minded one bit.

Your mother wouldn't be happy with who your soulmate was, but you didn't care. You were mesmerized by this man who wore guns even to dinner with his soulmate. And by the way he couldn't keep his eyes or hands off you, he felt the same way.

You refused to be anything but happy with the turn of events. 

X

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[vikandermanips]

Ashley Moore & Nate Buzolic manip requested by starless-skyox Please like or reblog if using :)

[logans-chestnuts]

Perfection

This fic was requested by: @saltyshaggymeme​ with these prompts:place: jail in westworld. scenario: best friends to lovers. I hope you like it!

You were sitting in a jail cell with your absolute best friend in the world and getting lectured on ladylike behavior from the sheriff. Sitting side-by-side on the single cot in the cell with Logan, you endured both the speech on polite comportment as well as Logan's snickers.

"This here fella looks like a troublemaker, but you little lady? Well, you must be a real disappointment to your Ma," the sheriff scolded you. "I'm right let down myself. It ain't right for womenfolk to act that way."

You placed your hand on your heart and said, "Oh no! I've disappointed you? However shall I go on?" you announced in a dramatic damsel voice, then changed your tone to a snarl. "Kiss my ass, law dog. I can be just as big an asshole as him if I want to!"

"Whoa, why drag me into this?" Logan objected. "But babe, I can only aspire to be as big an asshole as you. You're my idol." He pointed to his eye, made a heart shape with his fingers and then pointed to you, mouthing the words 'I love you' with a patented Logan sarcastic look.

"Little girl, you need to get away from this fella and straighten up right quick," the sheriff said sternly. "Have you accepted Jesus Christ into your heart as your Lord and Savior?"

"No, but I really hope I get the chance to send you to see him real soon," you said with a sweet smile.

The sheriff narrowed his eyes and said, "Y'all are gonna be sorry when the day of reckoning comes 'round."

"Jumping Jesus on a pogostick! Please, pass the cyanide, I don't want to go on living! I'd rather hang now than listen to you yammer, thanks!" you sneered, lunging to the bars of the jail and taking a swipe at the sheriff who then beat a hasty retreat.

"Whoa, darlin', calm down," Logan said, catching you around the waist and pulling you back against his chest, smirking and thinking to himself that you were goddamn perfection. "You gonna chew through the bars?" 

"I'll chew through your arm if you don't put me down!" you growled at him, pinching his arm. 

He hissed at the pain. "Fuck! That's gonna bruise, you shithead!" he growled. "Who'd ever believe what a tiger you are when you're mad? The rest of the world thinks you're this sweet little angel."

"Jesus Christ, you are one dramatic bitch, Delos," you snarked as he let you go. "You wanna go to the hospital?"

"Remind me why I bring you with me on these trips?" he said, rubbing the spot you pinched. "You're so not fun today."

"Oh, bite me, Delos! This stupid bank robbery was your idea, I just wanted to relax and bang a few hosts," you said as you straightened your dress when he released you. You checked the fabric for tears. This was your favorite divided skirt outfit; if Logan tore it you were gonna kick his ass.

"Well, maybe I don't want to watch you bang hosts anymore!" he exploded.

"Ha!" you scoffed. "You wish I'd let you watch me have multiple orgasms!"

Suddenly, Logan grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you against him, sliding one hand behind your head and looking into your eyes. "I don't wanna watch you have multiple orgasms, sweetheart," he growled. "I wanna make you come so hard you nearly pass out, over and over until you beg me to stop -- and for more." Then he crashed his lips into yours.

You were so shocked by his words and actions that you didn't respond to his kiss right away. 

Logan took your inaction as rejection, though, and gently pushed you away, turning to face away from you while he tried to calm his heaving breath and racing heart. 

You were still in a bit of a stupor, a little breathless and a lot confused. "Logan?" you whispered.

"Sorry, babe," he said quietly and without turning to face you. "Won't happen again."

You walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder, saddened to feel his muscles flinch a bit. "Logan," you said softly. "What are you saying?"

He took a deep breath and turned to face you, and when he started speaking it all came out in a big rush of word vomit. "I'm saying that I want to be with you. I'm so crazy about you that I get jealous of you fucking sex dolls. I want to be the only one to touch you, to make you gasp and moan. I've fantasized about making love to you so much that I don't even want sex with anyone else, human or host," he babbled. "You're my best friend, yeah, but I'm in love with you and I can't separate it anymore."

You stood before him, blinking rapidly and mouth slightly slack while trying to fathom what Logan was saying to you.

"Fucking great," he growled, his face twisted in anger and self-loathing. "Now I opened my big fucking mouth and ruin everything, and I'm so stupid that I do it in a goddamn jail cell where I can't even crawl off to lick my wounds." He walked over to the cot and kicked the leg, then swore because he hurt his foot kicking the cot.

You shook your head, physically shaking off the near trance you had found yourself in at his confession. "Logan!" you called when he drew his leg back for another kick.

"What?" he snapped.

"Explain the begging part again. Why would I beg you to stop and for more? That part didn't make sense," you said with an impish grin.

"Real fuckin' funny, babe," he muttered. 

"No, really. I mean, you kiss me, promise multiple orgasms and begging -- I feel like you need to elaborate."

Logan turned to look at you again, eyes narrowed to see if you were fucking with him. 

You slowly licked your lower lip and then bit it, sauntering over to stand in front of him. You looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, then gave him a nudge to get him to sit on the cot.

When he sat down, you straddled his lap and rubbed against his groin a bit, leaned forward and whispered by his ear, "The dumbass sheriff didn't search me very well."

Logan shivered at the feel of your warm breath against his ear, then actually processed what you said. "The fuck? You sexy walk over, rub on my cock and then talk about the fuckin' sheriff?" he exclaimed indignantly.

You giggled. It was so much fun to rile Logan up. You leaned forward again. "I have a gun strapped to each thigh under my skirt."

"Ohhh," he breathed, still turned on by your proximity but also intrigued by the idea that you were armed. 

"Yeah," you said, dropping a little kiss beneath his ear and smiling at the hitch in his breath and movement in his trousers that the kiss produced. "Fancy a jailbreak?"

"Depends," he said, leaning back to look you in the eye.

"On what?" you said, surprised that he would even consider spending the night in jail unnecessarily.

"On whether I get to look for your guns?" he answered with a mischievous grin.

You smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him, taking the lead this time so he would know you were OK with it. The kiss turned hot and wet quickly, your hands in his hair and his on your ass, moaning and painting, more passion than you had ever felt from or for any man before.

When you ran out of breath and broke apart, you simply looked at each other for a moment, each wondering what this meant for your friendship.

"Promise me that you'll always be my friend, Logan. You have to promise," you whispered urgently.

"Always," he replied solemnly.

You pondered it for a moment and then nodded and said, "I never let myself consider it, but yeah, let's try this."

"Yeah?" he said happily, a brilliant grin transforming him from broodingly handsome to boyishly charming. 

"Yeah," you agreed. "Now, you gonna go on a treasure hunt under my skirt or did the sheriff convince you to find the Lord instead?"

Logan's hands slid up from your ass to your waist and set you on your feet, then prompted you to lift one foot onto the cot next to him so he could slide one hand up your leg. His hand hesitated when he reached your thigh holster but then continued. "Mind if I take a slight detour?" he asked playfully.

You inhaled sharply as you felt his fingers slip past the opening of your drawers. "Is this a good idea?"

"Maybe not," he said as he slid a finger along your slit and feeling the gathering moisture before withdrawing it to lick it clean, "but I just had to taste you."

It was your turn to shiver. "Break me out of jail before I rip your clothes off and fuck you!"

Logan grinned that he had turned the tables so adeptly. "Yes, ma'am," he drawled, sliding his hand back up your leg to grab a gun. 

You took the other one and hid it in your skirt picket. As you went over to call for help, Logan pulled you back and kissed you again briefly. 

When you pulled apart this time, you quietly said, "You, too."

Logan tilted his head sideways in question. "Me, too, what?"

You rolled your eyes at him and pointed to your eye, made a heart with your hands and then pointed to him. 

Logan's smile was bright enough to light every lamp in Sweetwater. "By the way, the lip biting was super hot."

"Course it was, I learned it from you," you said with a wink, then called out to the guards that something was wrong with your husband.

Logan smiled at you referring to him as your husband, surprised that he didn't have an actual panic attack. He then draped himself across the cot, gun hidden against his leg. He thrashed around, adding a bit of drool for good measure.

*Nice," you whispered.

Logan smirked quickly at your appreciation before returning to his performance at the sound of boots in the hall. 

You were goddamn perfection.

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[queencrackships]

Ben Barnes and Ben Barnes

As Twins

Requested: @starless-skyox

[regencyresource]

Could you possibly make some lovely dash icons of our handsome Ben Barnes as Nicky Tortano? Your stuff is amazing 😍

hell yeah friend!!!!! sorry these took a hot minute!!!!! HERE :))))

[madamrogers]

The Breakfast Club?

NEVER SEEN | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

I just realized I haven’t really seen as much movies as I thought… No, I haven’t seen this one either! Not all of it, at least. I remember the title and some of the faces look familiar, this may have been on TV at some point.

[selfishrp]

Hai, loves! I did my intro - was curious if I could reserve Ben Barnes? ❤️

all yours!! welcome sky!!

[marquczines-archive]

Hai, love! Is it possible to request dash icons in style 1 of Marie Avgeropoulos, pwease?

owing to marie’s recent arrest for domestic violence, i won’t be making any resources for her. she’s also subsequently been added to my banned fcs list. i hope you understand & respect this. thank you !

[marauderskeeper]

Give ❤️ this ❤️ to ❤️ the ❤️ twelve ❤️ nicest ❤️ people❤️ you❤️ know❤️ if ❤️you ❤️ get ❤️ five ❤️ back❤️ you ❤️ must ❤️ be ❤️ perfect ❤️!!! I love you!!!😘😘❤️❤️

Aww! 😁😁 I love you too!! 😘

[nottswitch]

Southbound

Prologue

Hey there guys, you guessed it right: I'm active again! And what better way to come back than with a prologue to a new series? I know what you're gonna say: Kira, are you out of your mind?! Another series? And I'm saying, yes, maybe I'm a little crazy, but another series. I hope you will enjoy it :) With tumblr's new algorithm (which sucks) I can't link my masterlist here for this post to show up in the tags, but feel free to go straight to my "about" and find it. Love you and I'm so happy to share my work with you again <3 

(Btw, let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list because I can’t find some people’s urls and adjust it.)

Oh and another note: yes, it's very much inspired by Southbond by our boy Benny B. You'll later see why ;)

Word count: 1,025

All preparations were very last minute — or there weren’t any at all, as any sane person would say if they, by any chance, had noticed two people hurrying along the road in the shadows of a forest lining it from the side. They had nothing with them, not a bag or a purse — only magic wands illuminated their way, lit by the Lumos spell. They didn’t know where they were going yet, they just had a mere idea that they should not, under any circumstances, be found at that place. No, it wouldn’t be their final destination, not at all — it was way farther; but they would have a safe place for some days to figure out what route should each of them take.

As it happens in all fairy tales without happy endings, it started raining. You sighed, either from tiredness or from one thought at the back of your head: it should have started at some point, as all the worst things seemed to take over any signs of luck you had left. Road dirt squished under your feet and you were already scared to look down at your shoes: didn’t need your mood to get any worse — as if it could. Sirius was several steps ahead of you, as it always had been at times of great danger — dog’s instinct? Maybe, but more likely — lover’s. You didn’t talk much since you had left your place a day earlier. Not because you didn’t have anything to talk about, but probably due to your emotional state — both of you were devastated, broken. It was true, however, that you had always found comfort in each other, no matter how cliche it sounded. You were certain that sooner or later time would come for you to have a conversation. Both of you understood that it was necessary and you just had to wait for some time to find a shelter.

You could barely hear Sirius’ voice through roaring rain, but it took you no time at all to catch two words: “found” and “cabin”. If your mood was somewhat decent, you would have been the happiest, but at that moment it was just a sense of relief. The only disadvantage of an old house was that it was located near the road, which meant anybody could see it — but else Sirius wouldn’t have been able to spot it, right?

At the forest ground was a bit more dry because trees protected it from the rain, but it was still not the easiest path to walk. Your cautious side told you to check the cabin and surroundings first, but your tired self wasn’t particularly pleased by that. But you fully understood the importance of being as watchful and wary as possible — you could have fallen into a trap at any moment. So instead of slamming the door open and getting inside, you and Sirius walked around, drowning in grass and bushes, some of which easily reached your shoulders. Only after that you climbed up the stairs. They probably started to rot decades ago and if it wasn’t for the deafening sound of rain, you would have given your presence out rather early.

“Revelio,” Sirius whispered after he opened the door and both of you looked inside, not daring to walk in without a proper checking.

The charm didn’t catch anything or anyone, so you entered the room with less worries  — you couldn’t calm yourself completely even if you wanted to. You were ready to volunteer to go outside and protect the place when Sirius, as if he read your mind, said he would go check the neighborhood once again and make a shield at the same time. You nodded, deep down glad that you didn’t have to stand in that horrible rain for more time.

While Sirius was gone, you decided to inspect the house for potential places to sleep and eat at. Now that you were relatively safe, you had finally thought about all things you were missing to have decent existence — simple sleeping bags, spare clothes, food. The cabin seemed to be very abandoned and every sign of life had already been washed out by floods of water and endless winds filling that place. Upper floor wasn’t even in question — it consisted of one room with bare walls and nothing else in it. And yet, you managed to find a single bed with nothing but iron grid to lie on, but it was still something. Upon further investigation, you noticed a partly destroyed table that was also a good thing to find. Sadly, it ended there.

While waiting for Sirius to return, all you could really do was creating a small bonfire, careful not to set everything else on fire. Through the rain you heard “Protego totalum… Salvio hexia…” said close to the door and its combination with warmth that the bonfire was giving you made you feel like you were back home again. But it didn’t continue for long. Harsh reality struck when Sirius closed the door behind him and sat down next to you, drowning out the sound of rain with his heavy breath.

“It’s done,” he whispered, tilting his head back to feel the wall against it and relax his body for perhaps the first time since October 31st.

By the look on Sirius’ face you could tell that he was struggling to choose between having a long-awaited conversation and just letting it go for that night. You had the same battle inside your head, but already knew what option you were leaning towards.

“Do you want to sleep?” you asked as softly as possible, not willing, by any means, to ruin the atmosphere established.

“Would love to,” he answered, closing his eyes as a confirmation.

Storm was raging outside when the two of you found a way to fit on such a narrow bed, but you couldn’t sleep even with the warmth of Sirius next to you. You couldn’t get rid of a very scary thought you tried to avoid so hard: you had no idea where to go.

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Caspian’s Soulmate

The next in my anniversary soulmate oneshots. Thanks for sticking around!

Trope: Heartlines start on your hand and lead to your heart when you meet them.

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The dress that your seamstress had made was gold and beautiful. You twirled in front of the mirror and watched as it swayed around you. There were different jewels that you were supposed to be putting on, a request from your parents, but you were more entranced by the dress.

Would you dance with the king in this dress? Most of these balls that you were dragged to by your parents ended with a few of the ladies dancing with the king. Of course most of the ladies wanted to see if a red line would appear from their hand to their heart, but you knew that finding a soulmate wasn’t guaranteed.

Your parents weren’t soulmates and they believed that the king would be pressured to find a queen before he could find a soulmate. Most of the lords and ladies had paraded their daughters in front of the king at this point in an effort to entice him should a red line not appear at the first touch.

The dress had thin straps about an inch wide rather than sleeves with just a little lace to cover your chest. It was not as scandalous as some of the dresses you had seen the women wearing, but it was less coverage than you were used to. 

You did not want to be whored out to the king for fame and prestige, the things most people hunted for. Your own parents were as desperate to get you in front of the king as the rest had been, but you didn’t mind.

It might be pitiful and childish, but you wanted to wait for your soulmate.

Your parents would not be happy if they were aware of that so you kept it to yourself. For their sake, you would dress up and smile pretty. You would dance with the king if it happened. 

And then you would go back to dreaming about what your soulmate would be like.

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“The king has only danced with one lady tonight,” your mother said into your ear as she fixed your hair. “He has been reserved and difficult to reach. We need to get you in front of him before they decide he is not to dance with anyone else tonight.”

Perhaps he was tired of being whored out as well. The king was a handsome man with a lovely smile, but you knew it had to be exhausting to have a parade of women thrown at him in hopes one of them would entice him.

“Mother, perhaps we should just–”

But your words were swallowed because your father came up and shook his head jerkily.

“The servant I paid said that the king will not be dancing with any ladies he is not already acquainted with. This is unacceptable.”

Unacceptable? That the king wouldn’t want to dance with ladies he had never met before just because the parents wanted to take the chance he might fall in love with one of them within one dance?

With both of your parents pouting at the fact that you would not be meeting the king tonight, you went around the room alone for a while. You knew some of the ladies so you smiled and greeted them, but when all of the conversations strayed back to the king, you politely made your excuses.

The king was handsome. His long hair fell around his face attractively and he smiled at all of the people in the hall. And from the times you had heard him speak, he seemed like an intelligent and caring man. He would be a wonderful catch for any woman, soulmate or not.

That said, you couldn’t understand why people traveled hours just to go to balls where he would be in attendance? Was the idea of being queen that interesting to them?

One of the gentleman in the hall asked you to dance and since neither of your parents were there to chaperone you, you told him yes yourself. On the floor mixed with other couples, you tried to let yourself be guided through the steps and focus on your partner. He was a handsome man as well, but without the heartline appearing, you could not focus on him.

Instead your mind and eyes started to wander. Off to the far side, the king was dancing with one of the ladies you knew he was friendly with. She was married though, so no one was holding their breath to see if this one would sweep him off his feet.

He was good at dancing. He moved her easily, laughing and talking as they twirled. Your dance partner had already stepped on your feet twice although you knew it wasn’t on purpose. 

The first song melted into another one and you didn’t have a chance to politely decline before your partner was sweeping you around the room again. You wanted to find a corner to sit in until your parents would tell you it was time to leave, but you refused to be impolite.

Even if your feet hurt.

Your partner had twirled you out and you bumped into the back of someone. You immediately turned to apologize.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as you checked the lady to make sure you hadn’t hurt her, “I think my partner was a little overzealous with our turns.”

The lady laughed, telling you that she was fine. You turned to also address her partner, as was polite, and found yourself face to face with the king. He was smiling kindly, not upset that his dance had been interrupted. And the moment you realized who it was, you bowed low.

“Please, rise,” he said to you and your partner who you had almost forgotten about. “This song is a beautiful one. I wouldn’t want the two of you to miss it.”

You looked at your partner and nearly winced. Your feet ached and you were tired of being spun around in circles. As if the lady had read your mind, she let out a gasp and touched the side of your dress.

“Oh, I think one of my beads snagged a thread on your gown. Here, let me fix that. Your partner will need to come back later to finish the dance.”

Most likely the presence of the king made your partner shy because he bowed and walked off without a word. You giggled and then sagged with relief. The lady laughed as she released your arm.

“I can recognize a lady in need of rescue,” she laughed. Then she sighed and waved at someone off in the distance. “Please excuse me for a moment, my husband seems to have gotten lost again.”

You laughed as she wandered off. And then you realized you were alone with the king. 

Stunned, you turned to face him and fought the urge to give another bow. You felt like an idiot just standing there so you cleared your throat.

“I suppose perhaps I should head off the dance floor before someone runs into me,” you said with a smile.

The king looked around the floor for a moment and then looked back at you. 

“It really is a beautiful song. How would you like to dance the last of it with me before I return you to your partner?”

He laughed at the face you made at the second part of his offer, but you gave him an honest smile as he held a hand out to you. Your hand slid into his and the two of you started to get into position for the dance.

Except you felt something crawling up your arm. You pulled back a bit to see what it was and found yourself in awe. A red line was creeping up from the palm of your left hand up the inside of your wrist, up your forearm. It went up and over the length of your arm. And from under the lace, you could see it stop and rest over your heart.

The king pushed his own sleeve up to see that yes, he had a matching red line up from his palm.

His eyes met yours and you found yourself breathless. His dark eyes were locked on yours and both of you melted into the scenery. The hall could have burned down and you wouldn’t have noticed.

“I’m Y/N,” you said quickly, giving your name the moment you realized that you hadn’t even introduced yourself yet.

“Caspian,” he offered as he squeezed your hand. “And I believe I’m your soulmate.”

You felt a rush of happiness through your body at the mere words. How did you manage to not only find your soulmate but for it to be the king?

Not the king. No, your soulmate was Caspian. 

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