When soulmates touch one another, they leave colored marks on their skin. How long the mark lasts and the intensity of the mark depends on the length of contact between the two people. The way to determine the colors the soulmates leave on each others skin is to look into their eyes. "This is Lady _____ ________," he said. "And, Lady _____, this is my son, Shoto Todoroki." "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said and curtsied politely. Shoto bowed equally as politely. "The pleasure is mine." ______ = First Name ________ = Last Name ____________ = (eye) Color Amazing cover by @banghoeholywater!!! EDIT: AAAAH THANK YOU FOR 1K VIEWS!!! EDIT 6/10/2018: I can't believe I have to do this, but it's time to lay down some commenting ground rules. 1: for the love of god, no Lenny Faces 2: do not sing Hamilton or other songs in the comments. I have no seen Hamilton and therefore cannot reference the play. 3: this is a fan fiction that children under the age of 18 have access to. Please keep excessive cursing to a minimum 4: also because children under the age have access to this story there will not be any smut in this so please stop asking. 5: do not, I repeat, DO NOT use or allude to any kind of "Daddy Kink" even as a joke. It really does make me super uncomfortable. 6: NO RPING IN THE COMMENT SECTIONS! Take that stuff to DM's but do not use the comment section for this stuff. Rules subject to change/be added depending on if more shit gets out of hand. Thank you all for your understanding and cooperation.

"Will you always stay by my side?" "I will" "Promise me?" "I promise" Unfortunate that silly promises get forgotten my most...

Yuri Plisetsky, now 17 years old, is at the peak of his career as a figure skater. Successful and talented, he seems to have everything on a silver platter. But no amount of glory and pride can keep away the demons inside his mind-his depression. He hides behind a mask, one that makes him look happy. It keeps a good image, a good name. Nobody must know the truth. But as an actress in New York, you've had your fair share of the masks. Every day, you hide behind one, it's your job. And one you are very good at. But when the two of you both stumble upon each other, on the ice rink in St Petersburg, you see right through his mask. And when both your managers come up with a publicity idea that would put the two of you at the top of stardom, you're both thrown behind one big fake mask. But are the feelings all that fake? What will happen if both of your masks start to fall apart?