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can i send a mix of 3 instead😏 soulmate au + awful first meeting + green-eyed epiphany

This wasn't probably what you were expecting from the prompt but we move. I did an actual scene for soulmate + awful first meeting but the green-eyed epiphany is written as a point. Enjoy 2.1k of this :)

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“Remember, don’t say anything, don’t hear anything. You do your work and that’s it.”

George sighs. “I know, Alex. Just like I knew the last hundred times you told me.”

“Sorry,” Alex says. “I’m nervous. It’s a big day.”

“What is it, exactly?”

“It’s a Royalstrial. The prince doesn’t have a soulmate so the daughters of the elite Silver families, the High Houses, who don’t have a soulmate either or used to have one but do not anymore present themselves to the prince to be chosen as the next queen. The last time it happened was long before we were born. It was when Queen Luna was chosen.”

George scoffs. “‘Present themselves,’ really?”

Alex lifts his hands in surrender. “That’s what I was told but yeah, it doesn’t sound too good.”

“It’s bullshit.”

“I know. It’s the ways of the Silvers. What can we do?”

The rest of their journey is quiet. It’s George’s first day of work, too, at the palace. Alex had pulled some strings with the leader of his division and got him a job. Nothing George can do will ever show just how grateful he is to Alex.

George is amazed when he sees the palace, made of limestone and marble, for the first time. Alex has to rush him in so they have enough time to change into a red uniform before going to his, their, division. The leader, Aleera, as she likes to be called, speaks for ten minutes on etiquette and formality. Once she is done, a tray of an item is handed to everyone and all the workers are paraded to the Hall.

George walks behind Alex, carefully holding onto his tray of glass cups. The wooden door appears ahead, carved with intricate designs. A guard opens it to let the line of workers walk through.

The first thing George notices is the big chandelier hanging from the roof in the middle. That’s the thing that provides most of the light but there are lantern poles on the perimeter of the room. Round tables and velvet chairs are spaced evenly. On the opposite side is the royal area. Three seats, each one made of stone, lined on the stairs-led platform. The King is sitting in the middle, the Queen on his right and the Prince on his left.

He is so lost in his surroundings that he doesn’t notice a Sentinel until it’s too late. George holds his breath as the cups shake. A hand rests under his own hand while the other curves around the edge of the tray, steadying it.

Heat runs through his veins. George barely refrains from the gasp that wants to force itself out. It’s a weird feeling. He has never felt it, even in the warmest summers. His body has always been cold. Ice around his bones, George always joked. It feels like water now.

George gazes at the person to check if they feel it too. He stills when he notices who it is. It’s just his fate that he bumped into Sir Lewis Hamilton, the highest Sentinel. The most powerful Burner.

Lewis seems to have the complete opposite. He looks like a chill ran through his veins, his body shivering as if he just went through the coldest winters.

“I would like to apologise on his behalf, sir.”

Alex’s voice pulls him out of his trance.

“It’s his first day.”

Lewis’ eyes flick towards Alex. “It’s alright.” The beautiful brown eyes are on him again. “But you ought to be more careful.”

George shivers at the deep voice. He has heard it before but it’s a different experience to hear it when the Silver is a few inches away from him.

“I am so sorry,” George stutters. “I wasn’t looking. My sincerest apologies. I’ll be–”

“Sir.” A Sentinel comes up behind Lewis, interrupting the sad excuse that is George’s apology. “Prince Kvlyan is requesting you.”

Lewis nods, his eyes still on George, an unreadable expression on his face. “Let’s go.” He turns around and walks away, a final glance thrown towards George before he disappears into the crowd.

“Seriously?”

George startles. He forgot that Alex was here.

“You need to be careful.” Alex whispers angrily. “They’ll have your head for the smallest mistakes, George.”

“I know, I know. I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

Alex shakes his head. “Also, what the fuck was that?”

“Nothing,” George lies. Well, not really a lie. He just doesn’t know what that was.

“He is the highest in the army ranks.” Alex reminds him as if he forgot. “He is out of bounds, George.”

George rolls his eyes. “Calm down. I’m not doing anything with him.”

He and Alex stick close for most of the time they are working. He doesn’t even notice how quickly the time passes. The servants scarce in the rooms, in case a family requires them.

The Royalstrial is about to begin. The air pulses with tension and sensation.

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It’s the fifth entrance that makes George uneasy. He had watched in awe as the daughters of each of the four Houses showed their abilities. It was wonderful but now it’s anything but.

George strokes his thumb over the number 64 on his wrist. A habit to calm himself down, knowing that his soulmate is somewhere out there. He still has yet to meet them. He wonders when he will. He is already 23.

“Brielle, of House Williams,” yells the announcer.

Brielle rises from where she is sitting, dressed in all black leather decorated with iron. All of her family members were on their feet, clapping and cheering. Even the king and queen show interest.

The iron studs on her jacket move, floating in the air before spiralling around her.

She controls metal. George understands why he is uneasy. Since his accident with knives at the age of five, he has hated every metal.

But that’s not all. Brielle doesn’t seem to be anywhere close to being done. Every metal in the room groans, coming to life.

George digs his nails into his palms, his feet tapping on the floor.

Metal pipes splinter from the floor and burst through the walls, flying up to Brielle. She twists them, making the sound of a crunch as they bend under her command. It’s when a pipe hits George on the head that he snaps.

A chill explodes out of him. There’s a layer of frost over his skin—something so clear, so delicate. He feels it—he feels the coldness running through his body. It’s the most alive he has ever been in his entire life.

Reality sinks in as murmurs and gasps echo. Brielle is staring at him already, her jaw clenched and her eyes wide.

“Sorry,” George says, not understanding everything himself. “I–”

Brielle accepts his apology by pointing the metal blades at him and launching.

George flings his hand out, a reaction to wanting to protect himself. Awaiting the pain of half a dozen blades piercing through his palms. Instead, another chill flows through each of his veins, consuming him.

Ice blasts out of his hands and shapes around the blades. It drops to the floor, the ice breaking and the blades clattering.

The temperature changes. Cold. Something George has always thrived in.

His mouth falls open as he stares at his hands and wonders where that came from. He looks up to see all eyes on him—every Silver, every Red. Hundreds of shocked faces and some fearful ones too. It’s Lewis that George finds himself stuck on for some reason.

“Sentinels.”

The king’s voice is sharp. The Sentinels line up at the base of the platform, waiting for another order.

As a self-taught thief who has been in a lot of trouble, George knows when it’s time to run. Before the king can speak another word, George bolts, squeezing between the table and the wall.

“Seize him!”

He hears the footsteps of the Sentinels behind him but he doesn’t dare looking back. Nothing good comes from it. A flame comes in front of him.

The room fills with chaos as the other Silvers try to get out of the way and rush out of the room. He takes that to his advantage. He pivots on his feet, only to see some of the Sentinels feet away.

George raises his hands, scared. A long sheet of ice blows out, falling over the Sentinels and breaking off.

Behind them, he catches Lewis with one hand towards him—George now knows where the flame came from—and the other hand pointing to his left.

George looks the same way to see Alex standing there.

“Alex!” George panics, taking off towards his best mate. Alex isn’t too far away to not hear him. “Run.”

The Sentinels close the distance between them and Alex with every second.

George brings his hands forth. Come on, come on, come on. Do something. I need you to do something right now.

Spikes of ice rise from the floor between Alex and the Sentinels.

“Ah!” A Sentinel screams as the icicle pierces through his foot and he drops to the floor. The others catch themselves and barely miss suffering the same fate.

“Go!”

Alex finally breaks out of his shock and starts running towards him. “George!”

“No, Alex. Get out of here!”

His best mate doesn’t listen until gunfire explodes over his head and Alex is forced to escape through the door.

Please, not him. Not him, not him, not him, George chants in his mind.

George almost makes it to the door when two Sentinels step in front of him. George drops to his knees on the smooth floor, sliding himself between the two. He is quick to jump on his feet and run again, making it out of the room as well.

He takes a left since he knows the stairs are that way. His heartbeat races. He is scared for Alex more than himself. Please be okay. Please be okay.

George skids to a stop, slamming into Lewis as he appears out of nowhere.

“Stop running away.” Lewis presses him against the wall, caging him in.

George flattens his palms against Lewis’ chest to shove him away but the Silver captures his hands and presses them on each side of his head. Something must have thrown him off because Lewis’ eyes widened. His grip loosens just enough for George to push him away and escape once again.

His hands automatically lift up—another blast of ice. Lewis composes himself and shields himself with his fire.

George expects the fire to melt the ice. Instead, the fire cracks the ice, exploding it. The small pieces rain over them and the upcoming Sentinels, their armour protecting them. George doesn’t have the same protection but he doesn’t need it because the hail moulds itself into his skin without any pain.

Another shot of fire heads his way. He accidentally conjures up a wall of ice. It takes the heat of the fire and vaporises. The water hisses as it splashes. George jumps away, barely escaping being burned.

“George.”

Alex’s voice reaches his ears. A Sentinel holds his best mate by his neck. His face bloodied. Every fight in George drains.

“Alex.” He takes a step when fire circles around him. Ice hovers over George’s hand.

At the same instant, Lewis forms a ball of fire in his hand. “Stand down or I will light this boy on fire in front of you.”

“No!” George shouts. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Then I suggest you stand down.”

George looks at Alex, fear surrounding his best mate in a way he has never before.

Alex tries to put on a brave face for George. “Don’t.”

The Sentinel tightens his arm around Alex’s neck. Alex chokes.

“Stop!” The ice deforms. George lowers his hands, dropping his arms to his side.

Lewis looks over his shoulders, giving a nod. The guard loosens his hold.

The fire increases in height, almost reaching up to George’s waist. He stares as Lewis walks closer to him, the ring parting to let him pass by before closing again.

It turns from a deep red to an orange-yellow. George’s normally cold skin warms up to a point where, he considers, it will melt right off his bones. Smoke surrounds them, strong and black. George coughs, his vision spinning.

“Sebastian.”

George’s eyes fleet to a new man standing behind Lewis. The water in his eyes must be playing tricks on him because he thinks he sees an ‘I’m sorry’ being mouthed. His eyelids suddenly grow heavier. He staggers forward into Lewis, his hands clutching around the Silver’s shoulders.

“George!” Alex exclaims.

Arms wrap behind his knees and shoulders before hoisting him up. It’s the last thing George feels.

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This was the original idea but I had to change things for this prompt.

The society is divided by blood- red or silver. Reds are considered the commoners, the ones that are inferior and working for Silvers. Silvers are basically considered elite because of their power abilities. There are common Silvers and then royal Silvers.

There are also Newbloods. They are the ones with red blood but powers like Silvers. Newbloods are more powerful than Silvers, having either unique abilities or stronger versions of their Silver counterparts. And Newbloods can create and manipulate powers while Silvers can only manipulate. They are very rare and seen as a threat.

Both Lewis and George are Newblood.

Soulmates: Reds have Reds soulmates, Silvers have Silvers, Newbloods have Newbloods. Silvers soulmates will have the same powers but Newbloods soulmates have different powers hence gewis with fire and ice powers. There is also a matched number which was 64 for gewis. Lewis figures out George is his soulmate when he sees the number on his wrist.

George joins a rebellious group that wants an equality between Reds and Silvers. Lewis is already part of that group so they work together.

Green-eyed epiphany: This is when they are working together. George doesn’t know Lewis is his soulmate. He is in love with Lewis but he hasn’t realised yet. He was fine being just friends with Lewis until he saw how close the older man was getting with Jenson. He realises he is utterly jealous because he is in love when he sees Jenson walk out of Lewis’ room one morning.

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Mash-up trope

#the blood division society concept is very red queen inspired #just to be on the safe side: a fighting scene is involved #thank you for sending <3 #ask games #cherie🌞

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