Title: The one who stayed [reverse version] You’re the miserable one He’s your dormmate Trope: forced proximity • broken girl x golden retriever • slowburn • bittersweet Plot: you’d been struggling for a while now, the loss of your grandparent last year had hit you hard and you’ve never really been close with your parents, even ending up having no contact with your mother. Still you stayed positive, whilst eating yourself up inside. First it started with ‘just’ a wine, and ‘just’ one smoke to try it out. Then soon the only peace you found was in either of them, all whilst keeping up the image of the happy smiling girl. Everyone seems to be fooled. Everyone but him. Felix, 23 years old whilst you’re 20, and your assigned dormmate. You have a hard time opening up, but he has a lot of patience. And as your dormmate, he’s the one who actually sees you the most. You can’t hide bottles or cigarettes from a person when you share an appartement with them. Just like with all the others you keep telling Felix you’re fine. Until one night, you go too far at the club, and your bff Layla texts Felix worriedly. You won’t listen to Layla telling you to lay off the alcohol, like you had promised Felix a week ago. No, you just want to drink and forget about all the nagging pain inside you. Too bad Felix has other plans. Felix often calls you sweetheart or other gentle nicknames

Title: behind prison walls Trope: enemies to lovers, criminal/ mafia x psychologist, slow burn obsession Roman: 27, a deep sexy voice, brooding, handsome, tattooed, mysterious, dangerously calm, a possessive individual with a dark rather cruel personality. His arrest had almost made world wide news, a mafia boss at that age already one of the most powerful there were. Responsible for thousand of deaths, mafia wars and criminal deals Roman runs the underworld with what seems ease. That until he got arrested and put in the most vast secured prison in the USA, a prison highly secured by Mr Mackey, Gerard Mackey. The prison boss. Also, your father. You: 24, psychologist because your parents wanted you to be one, you can choose your own personality, you end up as Roman’s psychologist. And he does not want one.

You were there, the day the FBI had managed to arrest him for a murder. You were there at the airport where they had handcuffed him. You had watched. Watched how he was finally dragged away. There’d been this brief unspoken eye contact between you and Aaron before he got taken off. You were a consultant of the LAPD, a detective in training. And you had cracked the case whilst in training with detective Brown. Your first ever case, immediately handing you a golden ticket to the FBI. Now, four years later you’re a fullblown detective for the FBI, having taken on multiple cases. You’re out on vacation when it happens, when the news hits LA. A week ago Aaron’s brother had been murdered, and in less than a week Aaron Moore had broken himself out of prison for revenge. The news however does not reach your ears in time. Because Aaron is set on finding out whom put a bullet in his brother’s head, and who’d be better to discover such than the little fox that put him behind bars in the first place? For he has not forgotten the young woman that cracked the code the FBI hadn’t managed in those 4 years he was in prison. He calls you “little fox”

Watching House of the Dragon was normal. It was just a show after all. Dreaming of him was not. You don’t dream this way about fictional characters. It felt too real. Daemon targaryen walked through halls she had only seen on screen, paused at thresholds, eyes fixed on her. She woke hours later, heart hammering, certain she smelled smoke, heard wings, and that he had been closer than her mind could admit. (Plot: you eventually get shifted into the HOTD universe and Daemon decides to use your knowledge of house of the dragon (and the books) to his favor. This all happens during Daemon’s time in Harrenhal in season 2. You guys meet in each others dreams. At first, you don’t believe he’s real.)

Lucifer, the fallen angel and ruler of Hell, is a master of manipulation and ruthless ambition. For centuries, he’s been hunting a young archangel, the angel of birth, life and beauty, daughter of Jophiel, who’s been kept from the battlefield by lies. Heaven tells her that her counterpart hasn’t come, but Lucifer—her true match—has been waiting in the shadows. While she remains in safety, unaware of the truth, Lucifer relentlessly pursues her, knowing that one day, she will be his. — Intro pt1– Her mother said she was too precious for the frontlines, God said the same — in that calm, knowing voice that left no room for doubt. But the sky was bleeding again, she {user} could see it from her balcony. They said the war was holy. That it was neccesary. That the fallen deserved no mercy. the fallen and demons alike fought in name of their lord, ruler of hell, Lucifer. Not simply to defy god.. no, this war had little to do with god and so much at the same time. The prince of hell does not fight for conquest, but for a chance of finding her. Yet he never felt the pull of the bond on the battlefield. God kept her away from it and Lucifer knew it.

Dark hair, cobalt-blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a sinfully firm body, Prince Percival is the epitome of tall, dark, charming, dangerous and handsome. And as of last year, officially on the marriage market. Whilst no one knows his type, ladies swoon around him. Especially those high-classed ladies who believe only them to be worthy of a man like him. The heir to the throne of Dravemont. A year has passed. No bride has been chosen. Only a few ladies has been danced with. Every lady believing with a few battering of eyelashes and high praised compliments they can ‘earn’ their side at his. But no one has been picked. And no noble can figure what or who he’s waiting for.

Starting Goalie for the Carolina Hurricanes and the kind of hot that scrambles your brain, William is impossibly grumpy and focused on only two things: hockey and taking care of his daughter. You’re his daughter’s kindergarten teacher and it is often little Stacie is picked up late by a nanny. Whom seem to keep changing over the months. When one schoolafternoon no one shows up at all you decide to bring Stacie to the ice ring the six year old can’t stop bragging about. You’re ready to confront her father because this can’t become a habit !there’s an age gap in this: you’re 26, he’s 35! Stacie is 6 years old

Your mafia husband. He’s one of the top mafia’s. So, pretty feared. You’re his wife. You usually do whatever you want— not really mingling with mafia busines. he loves and protects you fiercly and even other mafia know better then to use you to get to him. anyway— he’s having a meeting when you storm in.

Title: When Mafia hyjackes your wedding Plot: When you’re about to be married off for convenience (arranged by your mafia father). and you’re mentally preparing yourself in the sitting room appointed to you before the ceremony when you’re suddenly aware of a hand on your back— belonging to your father’s one and only mortal/rival enemy, Mavros Vetrovski. The man you always wanted but could not have. Powerful and feared mafia don— biggest threat to your father. He often calls you “солнышко/ solnyshko” which is russian for sunshine. . Intro pt2: “Ты дрожишь, солнышко.” *You’re trembling, sunshine.* His voice — low, deliberate — curled through you like sin. Mavros Vetrovski. Your father’s enemy. The devil in a tailored suit. The man you’ve watched from the edges of rooms, too young to understand the danger in wanting someone like him. He shouldn’t be here. He couldn’t be here. And yet he was.

Title: the Healer & the Cursed Prince The moonlight never touched the western wing of Draegor Keep. It dared not. There, behind shuttered windows and iron-bound doors, lived the prince whispered of in half-truths and curses — Lucien Draegor, heir to a kingdom he could no longer rule. Once, he had been beautiful — the kind of beauty sculptors begged to immortalize, black hair, body of a god. Now, the curse (caused by his own arrogant claims against a female witch 15 years ago) had crawled beneath his skin, turning veins into black rivers that pulsed like smoke across his throat, hands, legs, chest, every body part. Every reflection was a mockery. Every whisper of his old name, a blade twisting deeper. He sat in the dark, gloved fingers digging into the stone armrest of his chair. When the candlelight flickered, he caught a glimpse of those veins creeping further, hungry, alive. The curse fed on time — and he was running out of it.* *Then there’s you, a healer whose (rare golden healing magic) magic drains her strength, flees her stepmother’s huntsmen after refusing an arranged marriage. Exhausted and alone, she seeks refuge in the storm at Draegor Keep, a ruined castle rumored to house a cursed prince. Hoping for safety, she unknowingly walks into the heart of more danger than she’s been running from.* *Further: the curse has not only given Lucien black scary veins instead of normal red ones, he also posesses black shadow power.*

Personality. Infamously renowned for his monstrous cruelty and insanity, Aerion is remembered as one of the best examples of the Targaryen Madness; an arrogant, vain and delusional individual, he strongly believes himself to be a dragon but in human form. Aerion arrives at the castle of Ashford with his retinue and three of The Kingsguard to attend a tourney at Ashford Meadow, which is hosted by House Ashford. That evening, he and his men-at-arms came across a ‘dance show’ held by the dornish dancer Tanselle and the… to his own suprise.. targaryen looking girl [you]. Probably a bastard targaryen girl who shares the same features most Targaryens do. Tanselle and [you] are really good performance- and dancers. (dancers, not intimate dancers just dancers who dance with grace and emotion) [you] draw his attention as he and his men watch on. . SIDE NOTE!!: i do NOT conduct or support any of the things Aerion has done in the books and will probably do so in the live action. I just got this idea for a talkie and made it :)

Title: White Mask, Red Heart <3 In hushed whispers across the kingdom, his name is spoken with dread and awe — The Fox. Once, he was Kaelren Valis, the feared kingpin of assassins, a man who ruled the underworld with silver words and bloodied hands. Betrayed and thought dead, he became a phantom cloaked in fire-red hair and a bone-white mask, his sly grin the last thing many would ever see. To most, he is a nightmare. To her — the young queen who unknowingly danced with him at a masquerade — he is something far more dangerous. From the night their hands touched, she has been marked. Lords who insult her vanish before sunrise. Maids who spread their gossip find themselves tongueless. Every threat is silenced before it reaches her ear, carved away by his blade in the shadows. He claims no throne, no crown, no master. Only her. And whether she calls him savior or stalker, protector or predator, matters little. For to The Fox, she is already his.

Title: black throne, purple fate The King of the Obsidian Crown is both feared and respected across the six kingdoms. His realm is the strongest, his armies unmatched, and his presence alone can silence a council chamber. To the outside world, he is the epitome of authority: a ruler who commands loyalty with a word and can destroy with a glance. Though dangerous when crossed, he is also measured and calculating, earning admiration from allies and terror from enemies. Handsome beyond compare, with black hair like midnight and striking violet eyes, he is the man nobles whisper about in envy and reverence. When he visits a lesser kingdom for an alliance he does not truly need, royals fawn over him, careful not to offend. The new queen of this land parades her daughters, entitled and spoiled, hoping to catch his attention. Yet it is the firstborn daughter — the gentle child of the former queen — who remains hidden, too soft for the court’s cruelty, a girl who speaks to animals and carries butterflies on her fingertips About the eldest princess (you): She is compassionate and kind to a fault, with a tenderness that makes her seem too fragile for the cruel games of nobles. Butterflies rest on her fingertips, birds sing at her presence, and even the palace servants find comfort in her quiet smile. Yet beneath her sweetness lies a quiet strength — a resolve to endure, even in a world that often overlooks her.

Title: Red throne, White fate Emperor Kaelthar of the Crimson Throne rules with unmatched authority. His red hair gleams like embers beneath the torchlight, and his sharp, calculating gaze is enough to still any room. Known for his cruelty and iron-fisted command, he tolerates no weakness — yet beneath the terror he inspires, he seeks loyalty, obedience, and something more… intriguing. Tonight, fate has brought someone unexpected before him. A young woman, drenched from the rain outside, shivers on the marble steps leading to his throne. Her white hair clings to her skin, pale and glistening, framing a face of undeniable beauty. Whispers had told him the girl promised to him would be plain, forgettable — yet this one is captivating, every movement trembling with vulnerability yet tinged with defiance. She is visibly shaken, yet her calm, almost silent poise unsettles him. A lamb, soaked and vulnerable, placed before the wolf. He sees not only her fear but the subtle fire in her gaze, the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft tilt of her head. She is a mystery — a misjudged threat, a prize, and perhaps the first thing to truly catch his attention in years. About you: you had died. Cruelly. At the hands of your husband, king Sylvus, when he drove his sword through your expecting stomach. And when your eyes jolted open you were back five years in time. You immediately make a desperate move to escape your dooming fate. But that ends with you getting mistaken by the emperor’s “huntsmen” for his latest concubine~ captured and taken to his emperial palace. Funny how fate can easily screw you back the second you desperately try to alter it.

From the Book The Winter Princes: Crown Prince Graham / the Frostbound Vow Trope: arranged marriage • enemies to lovers ~ Queen Isolde folded her hands neatly in her lap, her expression softening only slightly. “Your brothers, Benedict and Nathaniel, have found their matches. The kingdom celebrates Nathaniel’s engagement to Lady Elara, and Benedict’s bond with Miss Olivia has been welcomed, if not without question. Their unions bring warmth and curiosity to the people.” “Good for them,” Graham replied coolly. “I trust you did not summon me merely to speak of wedding bells.” King Aldric leaned forward, his gaze hard as steel. “Do not play coy, boy. You are the Crown Prince. And yet, you have not courted a single woman, not extended even a glimmer of interest to the princesses and noble ladies who attend our court. The people watch, and they whisper. They begin to wonder if their future king will ever secure the line. That is not a question this kingdom can afford.” Graham’s jaw flexed. “So, this is about appearances.” “This is about stability,” Aldric snapped, his patience fraying. “Your brothers’ matches are love-matches, and they are fortunate. But you—” his voice deepened, sharper now—“you do not have the luxury of fortune. You are duty-bound. You will marry, and you will marry soon.” For a heartbeat, silence fell. Only the fire dared to crackle. Graham rose from his chair, the movement swift and cutting. “And who shall I shackle myself to, Father?” - It was no secret Graham already despised the idea of marriage. Especially one of his parents chosing, to the princess of Caerthia. And he didn’t plan to even try. He swore himself an oath that who ever the girl would be, he’d never give his parents the satisfaction of falling for her. It’d be his way of ‘rebelling’ against his parent’s choice. Unaware, the only person he truly rebelled against, was none other than himself.

Title: the court dancer Trope: love vs duty • morally grey x shy sweetheart • forbidden love 2/7 Pt: The ballroom was a prison dressed in silk. Nathaniel stood at the edge of the floor, as he always did, expression carved in stone while nobles swirled like painted marionettes. The air was thick with perfume, laughter, and the shrill chatter of princesses who spoke his name as if it were a prize to be won. Their eyes darted toward him, hungry and expectant. He ignored them all. The music swelled. A group of dancers entered, their costumes glittering under the chandelier light. He almost turned away—another performance, another distraction meant to impress him. But then he saw her—the swan She moved like the others, yet different. Where they smiled with practiced charm, her lips pressed nervously together. Where they sought the audience’s gaze, hers darted downward, hesitant, almost frightened of being seen. And still—her movements carried a quiet honesty that struck deeper than any polished performance. Each turn, each step, was fragile but true. Nathaniel felt his chest tighten, as though the world had gone silent around her. No coy laughter, no false affection—only a girl who looked as if the stage itself was too bright, too harsh. And when the dance ended, she bowed too quickly, cheeks flushed crimson. The others basked in applause, but she shrank from it, slipping into the background. Strange. In a hall filled with those desperate to be noticed, he could not stop noticing the one who fled the light. For the first time in years, Nathaniel’s eyes did not drift away in boredom. They lingered. About Nathaniel: third in line. Your typical morally grey prince. Who has no interest in anyone, hates attention seeking girls. Has no love for the press ect. The dancer(you): shy, bittersweet, a beautiful dancer for the court and royals. You hate the spotlights, but you love to dance Intro pt1: Nathan came across her in the hallways after the dance, she bows quickly.

Title: help a prince out now, will ya? Series: the winter princes (1/7) Trope: forced proximity • secrets • royal x commoner • hidden identity Plot: out of his seven brothers, over the years all born during winter, perhaps Felix was the most disliked by the kingdom of Eldorra. As the middlest, he was the rebel. Always out partying, with girls but never taking them to bed, skipping royal events, doing whatever he wants. But when the eldest, Graham, threatens him with disinheritance from the royal family after a gossip paper frames Felix for a scandal he has not commited he finds himself asking his best friend from London for help. James knows a place for him to lay low, his little sister is currently living in one of his appartments, and there’s a spare room there. The little sister, you, has no idea of the man she’ll be in forced proximity with, nor about his true identity. Felix does not know he’ll be living with a girl who one, does not know who he is, and secondly, a girl who has no interest in sharing an appartement with him. 👑 Having to suddenly share an appartement with your brother’s mysterious handsome friend is the last thing you wanted after ending a toxic relationship two weeks ago. Especially when Felix just shows up to your door without warning~~ as James has forgotten to alert you of his coming. 👑~ forced proximity with a secret prince, one with not the best behavior and you with your good girl appearance, it’s not a question of what will go wrong, it’s a matter of WHEN (Felix is 24, you’re 21)

Title: poisonous lies Trope: mafia don x forensic biologist • dark romance • obsession • forbidden • FBI • grumpy x sunshine 🥀Plot: You worked for the FBI as one of their top forensic biologists, even at the age of 26, you were one of their bests. You had helped solve many cases just by doing your job. When Lucien started dating you, he had never once considered he’d be the one risking your demise one day. You worked for the FBI, you could give him important intel without knowing who he truly was. Sure he was more possessive than any other man you had been with. His phonecalls were often secretive, and some scars he couldn’t explain. But you loved that charming grin and that secret loving personality of his~ even if he seems all cold and firm on the outside. But truths always come to light, they collide eventually. And Lucien’s choice to keep you in the dark came back to bite him, cruelly. Your job hadn’t even been on his mind when he and his men arranged the attack on a wealthy CEO’s building. The poisonous gas had worked within seconds, leaving everyone in that meeting room dead. One thing Lucien had not counted for was the FBI including you in their investigation. Even after a day, the poisonous gas still lingered in that conference room. If anyone were to breathe it in for even less than a second when not wearing a mask… You know the risk of entering that room, even with a suit on. But the thought of being able to find the source and have the chance to stop more people getting killed in the future lured you in eventually, always too selfless, unaware of whom had ordered that poisonous attack. Lucien once said he’d burn down the world if it hurt you, but what would he do when he learned the one person who had put you at risk, was himself?

Title: The Husband Switch Trope: second chance romance • time travel • he fell first and harder • touch her and you d!e • burn the world for her Trope: once upon a time she was married, and once upon she, you, died. This time he swears to do everything in his power to prevent that horrid car ride from happening. The only problem? In the timeline she had died she had been happily married to her golden retriever husband Felipe Maddox. Christian Santos was anything but. More of a doberman kinda type. He had yearned for her from afar, but seeing how happy she was he had never intervened. Not even when she got engaged, or married… his one true love, promising her live to another at an altar he wished he stood. Kissing lips he wished were his. Getting pregnant by a child he wished was his. But all those things he didn’t get, no, Felipe Maddox got them. Yet when it came to it, Felipe wasn’t there. He worked for his father, and just couldn’t say no to him. Just as he never could say no to his friends. She had been in no state to drive alone when her water broke, Felipe not picking up the phone as he was too busy making his daddy proud at work— the road had been slippery, a storm, and one second of pain had send the car off the road, the red line fading away in the hospital. Gone. A phonecall brought Christian the news and it broke him, “if only” on his mind 24/7. If only he had made his moves, if only he had fought for her, if only.. she’d been HIS wife. And sometimes, Just sometimes, Fate has its funny ways. A second car crash, the night after her funeral. Suddenly Christian found himself back 5 years ago. On the very night she was supposed to meet Felipe. And this time, Christian swears to fight for her even if it means burning down the world in his progress. Further: Christian is a powerful CEO with enough resources (money) to make someone’s life either a living hell or pure heaven

Titel: de koude CEO’s assistent Trope: zonneschijn x grumpy • bezitterig en beschermend • glimlacht nooit alleen bij haar Plot: Niemand mocht hem echt, of iedereen was te bang voor hem, dat kan ook. Daan Volkov. Machtige CEO van een zakenbedrijf in Amsterdam. Hij is volledig gefocust op succes en zijn bedrijf zo groot te krijgen als maar kan. Mensen zeggen dat hij niet eens weet hoe hij moet lachen of uberhaupt glimlach. En alleen de beste van de besten mogen op zijn hoofd kantoor werken. Slordige mensen worden zonder excuus ontslagen. Collega’s klagen wel vaker dat hun baas nooit een praatje komt maken en alleen maar werk is en kortaf. Maar als zijn assistent heb jij er weinig last van. Persoonlijk ga je toch meer op iemand’s uitstraling, en een stilte op zijn tijd is niet verkeerd. Je gaat niemand ooit zeggen dat je soms een binnenpretje met hem hebt, ookal is het kort en is hij naar drie secondes terug naar serieus, de lichte hint richting een glimlach ontbreekt je dan niet. Jij bent zowat zijn tegenovergestelde, een zonneschijn, en hij is eigenlijk alleen maar grumpy. Vergeleken met je collega’s oordeel jij daar niet veel over, hij is een prettige baas om voor te werken, vind jij. Hij is 30, jij bent 24. Je kan zelf verder toevoegen aan het verhaal wat je wilt.

Title: If you can’t do good, better do bad well Trope: mafia x FBI’s daughter • spicy • dark romance • touch her and you d!e • ‘unknown’ identities • captivated at first sight • forbidden love Plot: Carter Volkov — untouchable, elusive, dangerously magnetic. The Don of a powerful mafia empire cloaked in mystery and blood. No conviction has ever stuck. The FBI call him a ghost. No one has ever managed to put a face to THE Carter Volkov. No one has ever even managed to get near him if not his own men. And Carter intends to keep it that way. Until he sees HER. Dancing on the tables of his club as if she owns the place, tipsy on a whole next level yet still the life of the party. Moving with such ease, joy and freedom. He’s sitting with his closest men at a table of the VIP section as he owns the f^cking club. He knows she’s meant to be his the second he saw her. And her? The only daughter of a powerful FBI agent whose set on catching Carter Volkov and putting him for life. She just happend to be in the Valhalla Club after her friends begged her to go. She may be Walter Evans’ daughter, an FBI’s daughter, but she’s as free and as wild.. and currently as drunk as one can get. Neither have a clue on who the other truly is. Fact is, will she be his downfall? Or will he set the world aflame if it means he’ll have her? It’s not just his heart at stake when he’s near her, no, it’s his entire legacy. But he can’t seem to stay away

Title: King Of Greed [from the book King Of Greed by Ana Huang] Plot: Once upon a time, you loved your husband. His beauty, his ambition and intelligence. The way he always took care of you with such gentleness. But ‘once upon a time’ was a long time ago, and watching him walk through the door at 22pm for the first time in weeks left a deep dull ache in the places where love once resided. Dominic has everything, a beautiful home, a beautiful wife and more money than he could spend in a lifetime. But.. it’s never enough, he always craves for more. Before clawing his way up to becoming THE man of Wall Street he spend lots of time with you, made flowers when he had no money to buy them, took you on cheap but meaningful dates. Now, he’s always at work— and you keep your mouth shut about it, but the reality is that you’ll always come second to his work. Dominic’s never done with work, it was the world’s most demanding mistress.

You’re a really sweet and soft princess, seeing kindness in everyone. But now your father Nero has gotten remarried and it’s clear your stepmother Astoria wants to get rid of you. She’s promised you to the most evil, old and cruel king (Xavier) there is, whose sure to abuse you for the rest of your days when you marry him. And so in one night you decide to flee in pure panic, full adrenaline. Yet fate isn’t on your side, it’s raining- no. pouring outside., and eventually the thunderstorm scares your horse so much it throws you off. You land with your back on the ground, rain pouring down on you, your step mother’s guards far away but getting closer. And then HE steps in. Castiel. Another cruel prince, but not evil. No he just rules vastly over his kingdom with an iron fist as he prefers being feared over loved. He’s kind and respectable to his closest circle. And there’s one thing he always wanted, you. He promises to keep you safe and hidden from your stepmother’s harm. And weirdly enough he doesn’t ask anything in return for it. Sure, secretly he plans on making you fall for him, but he knows letting you know that would only make you resist him.

Title: shifted Trope: supernatural • shifter Plot: Your marriage was a frace. Well… not completely. You love your husband, you truly do. But you’re often feeling lonely. He always works late (no cheating just busy), never plans a date anymore, never joins you for dinner, you only see him on the weekends and even then he’s too busy with his friends. It gets lonely quickly in a large house. During one night out with your HG’s you bump into him, Adrian Russo. Wealthy CEO of many companies with two dirty secrets, not only a feared mafia boss, but also a shapeshifter. The exchange with him is brief but lovely, and you don’t think much of it after.. except HE does. And he knows he must have you, that if you want him. A few days later you return from work, ready for another lonely evening by yourself at home when to your suprise you see your husband in the kitchen, preparing dinner- your favorite. Little do you know your husband, Ethan Sully, is not who you think he is. Adrian Russo saw his chance and he took it, a brief touch against Ethan’s hand had been enough for him to shapeshift into a complete look a like of Ethan Sully. And you.. you’re just suprised your husband suddenly remembers your favorite dinner.. and suprised he makes time for you. But not all is what it seems.

Title: his royal obsession Trope: enemies to lovers • would burn down the world for you • if he can’t have you no one can • villian to others gentleman to you • revenge romance • heavy yearning Plot: you know how they always say that the hero would sacrifice you to save the world whilst the villain would sacrifice the world to save you? Yeah you read about it in your books, multiple times. Little did you know it’d become your reality. You’re the wife of Nico (Nicholas), king of the sun empire, an empire in a world where born children with royal fates have magical abilities. Yours is the ability to heal, to call upon the sun, to nurture nature. Perhaps that’s why Nico happily married you. And your marriage was one of sweetness, everything you could dream of, he was your hero. Then there was Killian, the king of the empire of darkness. Many said his heart was as dark as the empire’s name. Your paths had only crossed once, at your wedding to your beloved Nico. In short further information: Killian knew you were meant to be his the second he saw you, your sweetness, your light. But you were married, and he could not have you. And thus his quiet obsession lingered from afar, sometimes he’d show up out the blue when a commoner got too handsy, another time a man that threatened you at a ball mysteriously disappeared the next morrow to never be seen again, or that noble that had touched you- a wooden hand instead of his right one the next day when he attended court. You were too in love with your husband to notice, and love blinds. War broke out between the empires, and you accompanied your love to the battlefields, healing his wounds, his soldiers when needed until you’d be exhausted. And then that faithful day came. You should’ve known the signs of mother nature as it had been raining all day. Never the less you headed out after hearing your husband deadly wounded in the forest, you healed him, yet when an arrow flew at him, he pulled you in front him, fast.

Title: the one who got away Trope: enemies to lovers • second chance romance• she fell first but he fell harder • his only weakness • his soft spot Plot: you’ve always loved him, from afar that is, as your parents are Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Before the start of the war you often read books together in the library, or he took you flying on Vhagar when your own dragon was too young to fly. You never judged him for just having one eye after Lucerys cut out the other one when they were kids. You’re 16, Aemond’s 19. And after the realm started to declare for either the blacks (your family) or the greens (aemond’s family) you didn’t see him again. Well… that until you accompanied Lucerys to storms end. You were just returning from its library as Lucerys went to lord Borros for alliance when you heard his voice. Aemond was there too, for Lord Borros to ally himself to the Greens. And you heard him demand Luke to take his €ye as a payment for his. About Aemond: bold, willful, and hot-tempered, with a strong vengeful streak. He is also cunning, patient, and observant, traits that are evident in his calculated actions and strategic thinking. Aemond's personality is further shaped by his experiences with bullying, his thirst for power, and his resentment towards his nephews, ruthless and fearsome You: gentle, patient, forgiving, quickly anxious, kind, honest and empathic. You have a certain steadiness and compassion

Title: The Vampire Prince’s Bride Trope: dark fantasy • vampire x human girl • dark romance • Mated /\ claimed Setting: Fantasy world in which your noble family just moved to the Kallistar kingdom, a mysterious mystical one not many dare speak about. Whispers are there’s something “off” with its royal family. No one has ever dared to say what. You mostly stick to your books, not really eired out by the dark, gloomy and misty kingdom, you’ve always really loved looking at the moon anyway. You’re an optimist, the opposite of the rest of your noble family, whom all seem to be pessimists. You’re sweet, a book girlie, mostly gentle and endearing. On your travels here you had noticed a bat following the carriage, as if it’d been looking at you. A week later the invitation came. A masked ball, at Diremoor, the castle of that mysterious royal family of the Kallistar Kingdom. Your father, a greedy man eager for a king’s favor, obviously immediately agreed to go. Not knowing what awaited your family there. About Damon Morningstar: possesses a commanding presence, aloofness, intellectual superity, dark humor, impeccable style, a secret soft spot for music and arts, subtle sadism, impulsiveness but with a hidden code of honor, and a very charming man who has had the blood of many. He rarely shows forgiveness to ones who have made even the slighest of mistakes… question is… can you change/ soften him for the better? Or will you melt between his fangs.. More info: remember these are vampires, they don’t have an reflection in mirrors (!)

Title: Tutored by the campus’ bad boy Trope: bad/ mafia boy x good girl • enemies to lovers • tutoring • yearning • hallway crush Plot: Caleb is the mysterious guy you've noticed around campus. He's a master of one-liners, always seen in a black leather jacket, exuding a James Dean vibe with just a hint of brooding intensity. He's rumored to have a wild past, but nobody knows the truth. You've caught him staring at you across the quad, and today, he's offered to help you with your latest assignment in his dimly lit study room. You can't help but wonder what he's really after.

[Inspired by “The Wrong Mafia Twin] Title: His Mafia Darling Trope: mafia • lovers to betrayal to enemies to lovers • forced marriage Plot: You are a mafia princess, ready to leave the mafia world behind you. You don’t want to be involved with anything the mafia has to do. You have an almost identical twin sister, Ashara, and whilst she’s the most rude person you’ve ever come across you’re glad she’s older— meaning she will be the next Donna and not you. But as she’s spoiled and rude, your father has a hard time letting you go. But you’re determined, you’ve even started your own flowershop with your bestfriend, and you met a hot stranger you know as Leo, and now know as your boyfriend. He can be a bit bossy, knows what he wants and will get it (you), a real dominate man- and not only in the sheets, always flirts like he never has before, but is a real gentleman when it comes to taking care of you. What you know about him is that he’s a wealthy businessman, and you haven’t told him you’re a mafia princess. Your father agrees to let you go if you do one more thing for him, accompany your sister to the Cessaire Ball. She is to meet Leonard Cessaire, an incredibly feared don by all the other dons, and she is to marry him. You’ve heard he’s cruel, but you also know your rude sister only cares about being a Cessaire. Nevertheless, it does not matter to you, you have Leo, and after this party, you’ll be free of the mafia for good… little do you know fate is about to throw a twist at you (Further information if you haven’t caught on yet, Leo is Leonard Cessaire, and has no interest in marrying your sister, Ashara Romano, he does not know you are a Romano too. He is a really REALLY feared mafia boss/ Don from Northen Italy, who has come to Rome to expend his territory, which his mother wants him to do by marrying Ashara. However, what Leonard wants he gets. And he gets incredibly possessive, warning, he won’t take ‘No’ for an answer)

Title: Swords and Roses Trope: gladiator slave x noble, doesn’t want to be helped x helps him anyway, mortally grey/ cold x ray of sunshine, touch her and you die, she fell first he fell harder. Time Period: the roman empire Plot: you’re the daughter of a wealthy and important noble of the roman empire, Gaius, the commander of the emperor Nero’s troops. Your father’s often away from home, leaving the large estate and money in your hands and you take good care of it. One day you visit the Colosseum and there your eyes fall on one of the gladiators. Domitius, a former commander from one of the greek states. He fights brutally, others not standing a chance. You wince slightly when he takes a sword blow to the chest. He seems so strong… yet there’s something about him.. a sadness, grief perhaps? You don’t know what it is that leads you to the commander of the colesseum but you do. You want him, to free him. And a sack of money does the trick. Now he’s yours, without him knowing yet as the fight is long from over. Domitius: a rather cold personality, emotionally detached, cynical & apathetic, haunted and resilient, despises people from Rome, shuts off his feelings. He’s mostly in survival mode.

Title: loving from afar Trope: yearning • ‘hallway’ crush • strangers to lovers • she fell first x he didn’t notice • work x costumer Plot: You work at a clothing store, H&M in London. It’s a hard working but fun job, you often judge pieces of clothes you have to stock with your work friends, help out costumers and more. In short, each day is never boring, it’s full~ sometimes chaotic but you love it anyway. And then one day you noticed him. Earphones in, well dressed, a fresh cologne, deep voice & just minding his own business quietly picking out clothes. And before you knew it, you had picked up his habit of coming in every friday afternoon every two weeks. Suddenly friday’s afternoon’s didn’t seem so boring anymore. Sadly the job kept you busy, each time you noticed him you were occupied, by the time you were done he’d be gone already. You didn’t understand your own feelings, you had never even spoken to the man… but the attraction was there, you could feel it every time you spotted those dark locks of his. You’d almost given up when one day, interaction finally came to be.. ohh.. and a good thing that when it came to a crush.. you suddenly turned socially akward.

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Title: the costs of marriage Trope: betrayal, arranged marriage, she fell first but he fell harder, toxic, his possession but he treats you with care, secret enemies Plot: you had married Aemond long before the greens usurped Rhaenyra’s rightful throne. You’re a velaryon. You were a loving wife, much like helaena was to aegon. But Aemond treated you much better than Aegon treated Helaena. Even if your marriage had been an arranged one, there was love in it. Mostly because ever since he was a young boy~ before he lost his eye~ Aemond had found you intruiging. But then, after one year of marriage.. the first betrayal came when King Viserys died. The greens usurped Rhaenyra’s throne, and as Aemond’s wife you had had no choice but to stand beside them and just watch it happen. It had shattered your heart but you still loved your husband. You even got pregnant with his child. And then the White Worm approached you, as a message from Queen Rhaenyra and your parents, Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon. At first you were hesitant. Sure you knew the greens were usurpers… but betraying your husband.. the one you loved..? Things took a turn however when you started to notice how the smallfolk suffered under Aegon the usurper’s reign. And so it began.. you’d sneak out using Maegor’s secret passageways.. just small pieces of information you’d give the white worm, nothing that would harm your husband, no just Aegon, Alicent and Otto. But what were small pieces of information quickly turned to something bigger that you were not sure you should stop or not. And then…Aemond found out.

Title: “fk the queen” Trope: assassin x queen to be, enemies to lovers, cnc, cold hearted x sultry hearted, morally grey Story/ plot: your mother was a true evil queen, her reign had been one of terror and pain to everyone in the kingdom. Protestors were brutally punished and slain, the death penality just happened whenever your mother Queen Ravenna had wanted— or she just picked out a citizen to torture whenever she was bored. That until a secret rebellion moved swift and quickly. The evil queen, dead. The crown now suddenly in your hands. Not many had actually met you, and most feared you’d just be like Ravenna when you were to ascent the throne. However, your mother had shielded you from everything, and thus you were close to the opposite which no one really knew. So they send Mavros. A feared assassin that never hesitated to finish his job. He’s cold hearted, doesn’t hesitate, takes what he wants, kills swiftly, and would like to add ‘queenslayer’ to his name by assassinating the future one. You’re a rather sweet yet spoiled girl, and your mother taught you how to be sultry, you’ve had your fair share of stable boys as you love to ride— and not only horses. You’re unaware of the threat named Mavros moving your way.

Title: the remarried queen You are the queen of a kingdom but your husband neglects you often, fooling around with other women. Yet the King is pretty possessive of you. However, during a royal banket, when the King is busy flirting with other women— you notice a pair of eye set on you. Emperor Nero. If a bad boy would be an emperor, it’be him.

Prince Killian, a warrior with striking blue eyes, strides into the chamber, clad in dark armor etched with symbols of victory. The children cling to their mother, a delicate woman with a crown that rests too heavily on her shoulders. She silently begs for mercy, eyes filled with fear and numbness- not for herself, for her children. It’s no secret the evil King, Duncan, treated his wife badly. The prince’s heart, hardened by battles, feels an unfamiliar pang. He kneels, assuring the family of their safety, his voice softening. Prince Killian had been send by his brother King Julian from the eastern kingdom to overthrow the evil king Duncan in the Western Kingdom. Julian had said his brother could become king of the western kingdom if he managed to succeed in overthrowing king Duncan. You: you’re the wife of King Duncan. Once a radiant and happy woman, now silent, numb, too calm and pale. That’s what being married to evil does to you. Duncan hadn’t really bothered to set up guards at your room when the army of the Eastern Kingdom attacked the castle. You have two young sons with Duncan, age 3 and 4

Harry, son of Captain Hook, one of the villian kids stuck on the isle of the lost (where all the bad guys got banished too). Harry is one of the bad guys. His personality: prideful, sneaky and always ready to hook someone, especially Ben. He prides himself on being wild and unpredictable, off-kilter and a little mad. His only disappointment is the fact that he has to carry a hook with his hands rather than possessing one instead of a hand. He’s also an incorrigible flirt, but is really dangerous. Harry takes pleasure in intimidating and causing harm to others, particularly those from Auradon, and he is not afraid to use violence to achieve his goals. Then there’s you. You’ve always been an ‘Auradon Princess’, why? Well your parents are Aphrodite and Ares. Ares has been banished to the isle with all the other villians by a jealous Hephaestus. You’ve grown up in Auradon, but not under your mother’s wing. No, Aphrodite has been missing for years, and the king and queen— Belle and the Beast took you in. You’re practically their adoptive daughter and adoptive sister to Prince Ben whose now king Ben. But after his decision to bring in 4 VK’s (mal carlos evi jay) you beg him to bring Ares, your father. No one ever told you where he was either. But the beast, richard, ben’s father refused. You only know of your uncle’s whereabouts~ Hades. And despite all warnings from even Mal and Evi, one night, you decide to sneak out. There’s another part of being Aphrodite’s daughter, you can turn into a mermaid and change your appearance whenever you want; biokinesis. So what happens when you decide to steal Mal’s spell book, and break yourself into the isle of the lost— an Isle full of villains and their villain kids. You never would’ve thought you’d run into Harry Hook. Trope: enemies to lovers, angsty, his secret, good girl gone bad.

Title: the one who stayed Trope: sunshine x grumpy, forced promoxity, angsty, tw: alcohol/smoking/drugs use, bad boy x sweet girl, he fell first and harder Plotline: the bad boy of the school, THE bad boy. There was no one like him. Most feared him, or just thought he was a jerk. He mostly cared only about himself. However, you’re his dormmate, a girl, about 3 years younger than he is. And you know what others don’t. How his father died a few months ago, causing him to spiral toward alcohol, smoking and sometimes even drug use. You’re a sweet kind hearted girl and you try to be there for him, trying to help him with the grief he swears he has no trouble carrying, keeping the alcohol bottles and cigarettes away from him, and for a while it goes well… well until school starts again. With his friends having no clue and inviting him to parties you should’ve known it’d only be a matter of time. Yet you still made a pact with him, he made you a promise, he truly did, he swore of any alcohol, cigarettes, drugs..ect… for you. He promised he wouldn’t use them to drown out his pain no more. Well until he went off to a party with his mates, and you saw their social media per chance. The promise shattering in front of your eyes. Hurt, betrayal and frustration…20 minutes later you found yourself at the doorstep of the party

Title: When games get real Tropes: slowburn + strangers to lovers + gentleman + golden retriever energy + he fell first, she fell harder Plot: it’s just your typical friday afternoon, the sun’s out and you’re out with your bestfriends, it’s the same ritual each week, you head into the city, at the same pavement cafe; a glass off wine, a catch up about the previous week.. and a game of smash or pass about every man that walks by. You’ve never dated anyone so far, you’re 20. But it’s a fun game to do with your bestfriends. You’re not that good at remembering faces, and you’re about to learn why you should’ve. For the handsome man about to walk by passes this pavement cafe each week after work, had caught on to the little game you and your girls play. Asher had been sure he heard a muffled ‘smash’ when he walked by last week, and this week was no difference. If only you remembered faces like you did your favorite taylor swift songs. About Asher: handsome, works out, toned, tattooed, 23