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Scarlett Fairy
Moon
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- Apr 13, 2019
Hi, thanks for reading my RT, I guess I should tell you guys what I’m looking for right?
I do enjoy plotting with my partners so I am happy to do that, but I have also added some random ideas below.
I have been Roleplaying for around 16 years now, give or take a couple of years. I started off in a teen chat room, saw some others Roleplaying and thought it looked fun so joined in. Since then I have tried to improve and develop my writing. I wouldn’t call myself literate and I’m no novelist that is for sure, but I do love creating a unique and enjoyable story with my partners. I live in London in the UK, so my reply times may differ dramatically depending on work and what is happening with my real life and social life (my non-existent social life that is). I am a very independent and sarcastic person, you’ll get used to it if you chose to write with me... that’s if I haven’t scared you away already!!
This is just a list of some things you can expect from me as a partner...
- I am openly honest and will tell you if I cannot reply or am getting bored of the roleplay.
- Although I always aim for sooner, I will give you at least 2/3 replies in a week unless real life prevents me, in which case I will tell you.
- I am an active person, not reactive so you can expect my characters to have their own minds and views, and follow their own desires unless otherwise agreed for plot purposes.
- I will respect your likes and dislikes and will not try to push any of your limits unless asked to.
- I will attempt to always give a minimum of 2/3 paragraph responses, so long as there is room to do so for my characters.
- I am openly honest and will tell you if I cannot reply or am getting bored of the roleplay.
- Although I always aim for sooner, I will give you at least 2/3 replies in a week unless real life prevents me, in which case I will tell you.
- I am an active person, not reactive so you can expect my characters to have their own minds and views, and follow their own desires unless otherwise agreed for plot purposes.
- I will respect your likes and dislikes and will not try to push any of your limits unless asked to.
- I will attempt to always give a minimum of 2/3 paragraph responses, so long as there is room to do so for my characters.
- I would never leave a partner high and dry without telling them so I would prefer the same courtesy. (Can’t really say this anymore after I disappeared on my partners and kinda, maybe completely forgot about this site? But I promise I’ll try not to let that ever happen again).
- Communication, I need to know if there is anything specific you require of my character to help make it happen without them losing their independence.
- Please respect my limits, they are limits for a reason and that is because I either do not enjoy them or do not enjoy writing them.
- Timely replies, we all get swept up by real life and I will never hound you for a reply, but please tell me if it will be more than a week before I will get a reply, so I do not think you have just given up.
- Communication, I need to know if there is anything specific you require of my character to help make it happen without them losing their independence.
- Please respect my limits, they are limits for a reason and that is because I either do not enjoy them or do not enjoy writing them.
- Timely replies, we all get swept up by real life and I will never hound you for a reply, but please tell me if it will be more than a week before I will get a reply, so I do not think you have just given up.
I always struggle with this because there are a lot of things I enjoy in a roleplay. I enjoy some kind of relationship, whether that be romantic or friendship or just a working relationship, I need something that bonds the characters. I prefer slice of life/realistic plots, but that is mainly because I have no experience with fantasy. I’ve never really been a fantasy reader or gamer so I struggle to understand the concepts and give the stories the justice they deserve. It’s easier for me to explain what I don’t like because I am always open to try new things outside of those.
These are non negotiable for me, I cannot make exceptions.
- No scat.
- No water play.
- No severe violence, anything that may result in my characters being injured with more than passing bruising/Red marks (unless it is part of the plot and previously agreed).
- No vore.
- No extreme Bdsm, lighter use will be considered but I do not know enough about the subject to adequately write about it.
- No scat.
- No water play.
- No severe violence, anything that may result in my characters being injured with more than passing bruising/Red marks (unless it is part of the plot and previously agreed).
- No vore.
- No extreme Bdsm, lighter use will be considered but I do not know enough about the subject to adequately write about it.
IDEAS
These are just some random ideas I have, but am not limited to. If you have any of your own plots or ideas you’d like to try, send me a message and we can discuss it. All of these ideas can be amended or changed to fit an idea we come up with together, they are just drafts.
*Note* Most of not all of these rough ideas have romance of some kind, but this isn’t essential. It can just a be a friendship between the two main characters. Just let me know the kind of relationship that you’d prefer.
Born to fight:
"Breathe in" the soft voice behind Amelia ordered, brushing her delicate red curls over her shoulder as she pulled in the ribbon tightly, constricting any movement from her chest. "Must I really wear this mother? It's outrageous." The young lady complained, her eyes looking down to wander over the light pink gown, with a corset red top and princess skirt. Filled with more tulle than she had ever seen, she felt like a cake topper, instead of Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia of Fortendale, a fact her father despised. Being born to the King and Queen was an honour to most, but being the only heir meant her father needed her to marry urgently to have a male heir to take the throne. Now she was 18 her father was parading her around like she was a prized possession and tonight was the first formal ball, in which seven bachelors would try to convince both her and her father he was the man to wed her. Amelia disagreed, she hated the thought of being married to a controlling man telling her what to do. "All finished. You look beautiful. A true lady." Her mother whispered, dropping the clasp of the small Opal necklace around her slender throat, it was far too tight for Amelia but she hadn't exactly been given a choice. The door closing shocked her out of her thoughts and back to the room, she had 30 seconds before she was due to make her descent into her own personal hell. She had no intentions of picking a groom, but she could only put it off for so long. One last glance out of the wide windows showed her the colourful gardens in full bloom, the hanging lanterns illuminated some colours and left others in the shadows but their beauty was still evident, that wasn't what drew her eyes though. Amelia had spent many nights watching their Bladesmith training some of her fathers men in their gardens. The way he moved, the grace and elegance each time he lifted his arm and brought his stunning sword against the chest or throat of his opponent made her stomach flutter. That was what she wanted most, to train to fight, to be able to move like that and defend herself, now she just had to convince both her father and the Bladesmith. If he could train her to be a fighter in 3 months, then her father would let her chose her groom and live the life she wanted, if he couldn't, he could chose her groom and she would marry and bare the children they wanted within the following year. The light knock alerted her that it was time, this was her moment to convince two strong, domineering men that she was just as strong as their men. — This idea is based loosely around the training from a Bladesmith and one of the best fighters of the King, as he attempts to train the fiery and spoiled Princess. A friendship and more may develop along the way, facing many trials and problems together as she gets stronger with his help.
A recipe for disaster:
"A pinch of salt, a drizzle of lime and a sprinkle of ground pepper." Allie repeated the instructions, following them one step at a time until the pot began to bubble over and smoke. Coughing as the fumes began to grow stronger and more intense which shouldn't have been possible. She had only been making a pasta sauce. Running to open the windows in her small cottage, using a dish towel to try and fan the smoke away from her, Allie was stunned to see a near naked man stood in her kitchen growling at her. "What have you done?" The deep, growly voice making her jump. Grabbing the nearest object to her, she grabbed the wooden spoon, pointing it at the man. "What are you doing in my house? Where are you clothes? How did you get in here? Who the hell are you?" "Me? Who on Earth are you? How did you summon me here?" Her blue eyes widened with the initial shock before she shook her head and laughed. "Ok someone is pranking me right? All I was doing was making a pasta sauce from this old recipe book of my grandmas. I didn't have ground pepper though so had to use white pepper." The man jumped back against her kitchen counter, almost in pain. "That isn't a recipe book you stupid girl, that is a grimoire and you just bonded me to you. I am bound to serve you until you break the bond. So find the spell and break it now." The red head shook her head, pointing to her door. "Leave now. You aren't funny. Get out my house. I've had a really crappy day and I do not have the energy to deal with your jokes. Go." — This idea is based off a human girl, accidentally summoning a demon and bonding him to her. She has no idea magic exists and that she is very powerful. Neither of them have any idea how to break the bond, but find it is extremely painful to be more than 100 feet apart. This RP follows the journey of her demon helping her to learn how to use and control her powers, and her teaching him how to live in a human world with people completely unaware of any other existence.
Your past, present and future:
6 years ago: The cold blade pressed against the delicate skin of her throat, pushing slightly but never hard enough to truly hurt her. She was only 13, but she knew the man above her to be at least 18 and the sworn enemy of her father. Now she had just witnessed him murder her father and mother before her eyes, but he was struggling to hurt her. Lucille was born into the mafia, she didn't have a choice. Her father had always been the top don and everybody had respected him. They'd also been completely stunned by the sweet little red haired beauty that had been born to him, filled with a love for nature and animals. She had compassion and kindness in her no matter how much the men around her tried to harden her to their world, warning her she was a mafia princess and would be the target of many men. The main family who would try to hurt her would be the ones that she had grown up with. Her fathers second in command who had treated her like his own daughter, with his own twin son and daughter, five years her seniors whom she had followed around and annoyed for the first 11 years of her life. Now that same boy she had been enamoured with was holding a knife to her throat and snarling at her. "Take her to the mansion, I'll decide what to do with her later." She heard the order and felt three pains of string arms dragging her out of the car, one of the leather gloves covering her mouth to stop her screaming, not that she could.
Now: Lucille had spent the last 6 years refusing to talk. She could, the staff around the house had often heard her singing sad songs when she was alone in her room. But the moment Luca or Maria tried to talk to her she would remain silent. Even when in pain she refused to make a sound or acknowledge them. "Your fathers fortune is ready to be paid out to you Lucille. The only clause of that you must find a husband and bear an heir before your 21st birthday. Luca is willing to let you go, as long as you let him choose your groom so he can monitor you and not fear retaliation from any of your fathers loyal men." Lucille ignored the woman she had once clinged to as her best friend, focusing on the book in her pale hands. She was allowed to roam the mansion, but she chose not to, staying in her room to eat, shower and spend all her time, leaving her once fair skin pale, and her bright blue eyes dull. "8.2 billion, you can live any life you choose. If Luca could get his hands on that money he would. Even we haven't managed to make that much yet." "Quiet Maria, you know she isn't going to answer you, she is broken. Just a little doll with no backbone and nothing left inside of her." That voice haunted her, Luca had been the man she had once imagined herself married to, now he made her skin crawl. Every fibre of her wanted to leap off the bed and scratch the smug smirk off his face, but she couldn't give him the satisfaction. — This idea is the relationship between Luca and Lucille. When he decides he will be the one to marry her and give her the heir to claim her inheritance and gain the control of her fathers men who had spent the last 6 years searching for her since her body had never been found. The manipulative man will use the things he knows she loves to get her to trust him, but will he ever really care for her?
dream a little dream of me:
YC will be an older man, late 30’s/early 40’s and is a single father. He has been looking for a live in nanny for a while since his work demands most of his time. MC will be in her 20’s. The twist is that both of them have been having strange dreams recently, as if they have dreamed up the perfect partner. Their dreams are always steamy and hot and leave them waking up wishing they could go back to bed. They’ve never met, yet when they come face to face they realise the other looks exactly like their dream partner. How will they manage to stay under the same roof, having these dreams without touching the other.
Right under her nose:
Mc was a police detective for 6 years, following in her fathers footsteps. But three of those years were spent looking for a suspect, torn he young girl that had been found murdered and stripped but with no obvious injuries. After the case went cold she couldn’t handle not solving it and left the force to start her own PI agency. She has been looking for the killer ever since. YC will be the killer, whether it was an accident or how it happened is for you to decide. YC will get a job at the agency and work closely with my character. They will become closer as time goes on, and it becomes obvious there is something she is missing. What will happen? Will she survive when the truth comes out?
Truth and lies:
(This is very broad and can be edited to suit most ideas) Yc is a motorbike club leader. Mc suspects he knows something about her sisters death and has been trying to get closer and closer to the leader in an attempt to find out what he knows.
A Year for a Debt:
M/C sister has rung up thousands of pounds of debt at Y/C casino. Since she cannot pay it off, is legally underage and has nothing of any value our characters come to an arrangement. My character will work as a bar maid/dancer for the casino to find out who is stealing money, for either a year or until she finds out the guilty party. The two very clearly want one another but Y/C has a strict rule: No sleeping with employees. How long until they both lose their cool. (This will be a lot of flirting, teasing, and delayed gratification)
A smile can go a long way:
“What’s wrong? Scared that you’ll like me so much that I’ll embarrass you or you’ll get so lost in my blue eyes that you won’t find your way back?” “Shut up, I just don’t want to take off my clothes and fawn over a stranger, besides, you really aren’t as good looking as you think you are.” “Then do your best friend a solid favour and do the shoot...” your character is a male model. As the best friend of the marketing manager and training photographer, my character has come along to the shoot for a nee ‘private’ club. Except now the female model is a no show, the male model is sat on the makeshift bar holding a bottle of vodka and daring her to help, and a pair of pleading eyes looking her way, can she really do this intimate shoot?
The fight for love:
M/C is a 22 year old woman. She lives in the slums, working in a dirty old diner, and often attracting unwanted attention. Y/C will be a self defence instructor. For the last week he has noticed the young red head looking through the windows and watching his classes. The black eye and small cut on her cheek seem to be fading but she cannot muster up the courage to go inside and ask for help with training. One night after leaving the gym, he notices the girl being pushed around by two men. Scaring them off, they run and she’s left whimpering on her knees. Will he convince her to come to the gym and train? And what happens when some of the more intimate moves leave them both panting for the wrong reasons?
What’s the worst that can happen?:
(This is my first attempt at something involving bdsm, so I need a male lead that is willing to be as patient with me as he is with my muse)
M/C works at a bdsm club. She mainly works the upstairs bar which is a generic club, for people to drink and dance. Tonight however, in the adjoining club room downstairs, the members only club, she has been asked to cover since two people have called in sick and one quit. What happens when the wealthiest benefactor of the club (Y/C) see’s the young, flirty redhead behind the bar and realises she is the partner he has been looking for? How will he convince her to trust him and try this with him? And how will her boss react to the threat of a huge investment being pulled if she doesn’t?
Blood in - Blood out:
“Just do it.” They said. “Think of the money.” They advised. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Her best friend had muttered. Well the worst thing that could have happened was that she had woken up in a double bed, with the body of an unknown man wrapped around her from behind. His chest pressed firmly against her back. The man that she didn’t know the name of, but she knew somehow knew she wasn’t just walking away from this one.
Rewind:
Lily is a 22 year old waitress at a high stakes casino. Her boss often requests she serve the most important guests, partly because she had a smile that could make men weak at the knees and partly because she had a body made to be stared out. Standing at 5’6 without her heels, she had fairly long shapely legs and curved hips that seemed to make any uniform look incredible. A flat stomach and a fairly large bust for her frame, the men seemed to enjoy her and the women seemed to envy her. Two nights previous the red haired waitress had been asked to serve in the private penthouse suites at the top of the hotel the casino laid home in. She didn’t know when she took the job that she would be serving men from one of the biggest crime families in the city, and she certainly didn’t expect to somehow end up sharing a bed with one of them. But her problems were just beginning, since she had made a pact with the man behind her to help him being down everyone who had wronged him, so long as he helped her get out of the poor, lonely life she had been living. And the only way out of the pact was to spill her own blood. (This would begin the night before and continue onwards from there)
Magic School:
Every witch or warlock born must attend magic school before their 21st birthday to accept their powers at the initiation ceremony and sign the book of intent. Most students join between their 13th and 15th birthday, to practice and hone their skill. Most find themselves with a strong tie to one, or if they are particularly lucky, two elements. While all of them can cast spells, make potions and use the tools available to them, their tie to their element is their strongest power. The power of control. 20 years ago at your own initiation ceremony, when both yourself and you two best friends all bore three elements. There was a devastating assault on the school. Whilst your best friend was instantly killed he begged you to save his pregnant fiancé, and while you tried your best, the moment she birthed her beautiful baby girl, she lost her fight too. You hid the baby with a human family, bonding her powers with the intention she would never know the darkness of the magical realm. Except she’s now been dropped off on the lawn of the school you now protect, her powers out of control since she has no clue how to control magic, and a hatred for every single person who comes near her. The most frightening thing? She bares the symbols of all four elements, meaning just one thing… war is coming and you must get her to trust you and train her before they can get to her and use her power for true darkness, but years of corruption and anger being slowly fed to her will not be easy to reverse. And her initiation is only a few months away.
Seduction:
You’re at college and have the popularity most people could only dream of. Girls, money, cars and fun, that’s your life. You could have anybody you want, except her. Your twin sister’s dorm mate. She’s never at the parties, never at the college events, never even at the food court. A plain Jane who hides herself in her room. But every night she sneaks out, goes into a non descript building between two shops and now you know why. You’ve seen her leave looking like a glamour model each night, and going on dates with different men. Then you found the escort agency she works for. 10,000 dollars just for a date, and her profile clearly stated she never slept with her clients. Now you had the money to hire her, the evidence to blackmail her, or the knowledge to torment her from the shadows, but which path would you take?
Dance for me:
Once. You’d turned down the chance to dance with her once, and she had never let it go. Facing you at every competition, fighting you for every solo performance and pushing to be the best. She was the best, and that was exactly why you needed her to be your partner for the final performance. This performance would determine if you got into the prestigious dance association and would win you more money than you knew what to do with. There was just one problem, she point blank refused to partner with you. Ever. Even if she knew you were the best and you’d match perfectly, her hurt pride wouldn’t allow it. Now it was time to show her there was a thin line between love and hate, and even if she did hate you, the fire between you in stage would leave everyone breathless.
The nanny:
You’d been watching her all summer. She’d shown up at the perfect time, needing a summer job while you had needed a summer nanny for your son. It wasn’t like his anybody else had wanted to spend their summer holidays looking after a challenging 6 year old, but she’d taken to it like a duck to water. At first you’d tried not to watch her, at least 10 years your junior, when she was running around in the garden lifting up Riley, and making him giggle, or baking cookies while helping him work out his math homework. You’d even closed the blinds when she was teaching him to swim in her simple fitted one piece swimsuit highlighting her curves. But summer had ended a week ago, she’d started a part time job at a bakery in town and now Riley was crying for the third night in a row, refusing sleep until you got Lily to come read him a bedtime story, and if you were being honest, you missed having her in your home too…
Married to a stranger:
Laws were weird in Fitzrovia, they always had been. There was a lot you planned to change once you were coronated as king in a weeks time. But there was big problem… your queen didn’t know she was going to become a queen. Nobody thought when you’d met the cute redhead on the swings in the park, made friends with her and had a fake wedding, switching the plastic rings you’d had, giggling and holding hands, that the switching of rings had made the vows official. Yeah like I mentioned, weird laws. But now? Now you had a wife that had no clue she was married, last you knew, she’d gone back to England with her parents and you’d lost touch. But you had an address, you’d been pen pals for a little while… it was a long shot, but it was time to go and get your queen.
A step too far:
Your a little older, maybe mid-late 20’s, have graduated, started your own business and have found your feet in life, that is until your dad asks if your step sister can live with you for 6 months while she finishes her last year of placement at university. It shouldn’t be a problem, until you remember the last time you saw her. The shy little red head you’d met with her head in a book had grown up, she’s filled out and her body was not something you should have been looking at, but the way she was strutting around in those teeny booty shorts and a bikini top that was probably a size or two too small since her cleavage had practically been falling out of the cups… it was hard not too. She knew what she was doing as well, the way she always seemed to be sucking on an ice pop when you were around, or her bedroom door slightly ajar when she was getting changed. But you’d drawn the line when she kissed you after a night out. You’d been so close to dragging her to your room but you knew it was wrong… how on Earth would you survive 6 months of her teasing? Especially with no body else around to catch you. (I have been really craving something fun and flirty recently so it doesn’t have to be step siblings but let me know if you have a fun idea)
The secret child:
You’d shared everything together, all your secrets, your first kiss, your first love and your first heartbreak. You didn’t want to leave, but as an aspiring musician you had no choice, the band needed you. After a few days she’d stopped taking your calls, stopped responding to texts and just disappeared from your life. Now you were back in town for your biggest gig yet, and you’d not been able to stop yourself from following the red head who’d been your best friend and more. What was worse was the little girl tugging on her sleeve “Mummy, can I get strawberry and chocolate?” She pleaded, being picked up and tickled by the girl who had broken your heart… and those words kept spinning in your mind “mummy” but she couldn’t be yours could she?
There’s a crowd:
your twin sister’s best friend. She’d always been like the third amigo to your duo. She’d been there as long as you could remember, but as you’d made your own friends, her and your sister had stayed inseparable. But somehow over summer she’d had a glow up, suddenly looking hotter, and constantly around. Would you finally make a move this summer or would things stay platonic with the girl that insisted on inserting herself in your life.
These are all random ideas floating around in my head and I am more than happy to adapt/change them, or build something entirely new if you want to.
Thank you and goodbye for now.
These are just some random ideas I have, but am not limited to. If you have any of your own plots or ideas you’d like to try, send me a message and we can discuss it. All of these ideas can be amended or changed to fit an idea we come up with together, they are just drafts.
*Note* Most of not all of these rough ideas have romance of some kind, but this isn’t essential. It can just a be a friendship between the two main characters. Just let me know the kind of relationship that you’d prefer.
Born to fight:
"Breathe in" the soft voice behind Amelia ordered, brushing her delicate red curls over her shoulder as she pulled in the ribbon tightly, constricting any movement from her chest. "Must I really wear this mother? It's outrageous." The young lady complained, her eyes looking down to wander over the light pink gown, with a corset red top and princess skirt. Filled with more tulle than she had ever seen, she felt like a cake topper, instead of Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia of Fortendale, a fact her father despised. Being born to the King and Queen was an honour to most, but being the only heir meant her father needed her to marry urgently to have a male heir to take the throne. Now she was 18 her father was parading her around like she was a prized possession and tonight was the first formal ball, in which seven bachelors would try to convince both her and her father he was the man to wed her. Amelia disagreed, she hated the thought of being married to a controlling man telling her what to do. "All finished. You look beautiful. A true lady." Her mother whispered, dropping the clasp of the small Opal necklace around her slender throat, it was far too tight for Amelia but she hadn't exactly been given a choice. The door closing shocked her out of her thoughts and back to the room, she had 30 seconds before she was due to make her descent into her own personal hell. She had no intentions of picking a groom, but she could only put it off for so long. One last glance out of the wide windows showed her the colourful gardens in full bloom, the hanging lanterns illuminated some colours and left others in the shadows but their beauty was still evident, that wasn't what drew her eyes though. Amelia had spent many nights watching their Bladesmith training some of her fathers men in their gardens. The way he moved, the grace and elegance each time he lifted his arm and brought his stunning sword against the chest or throat of his opponent made her stomach flutter. That was what she wanted most, to train to fight, to be able to move like that and defend herself, now she just had to convince both her father and the Bladesmith. If he could train her to be a fighter in 3 months, then her father would let her chose her groom and live the life she wanted, if he couldn't, he could chose her groom and she would marry and bare the children they wanted within the following year. The light knock alerted her that it was time, this was her moment to convince two strong, domineering men that she was just as strong as their men. — This idea is based loosely around the training from a Bladesmith and one of the best fighters of the King, as he attempts to train the fiery and spoiled Princess. A friendship and more may develop along the way, facing many trials and problems together as she gets stronger with his help.
A recipe for disaster:
"A pinch of salt, a drizzle of lime and a sprinkle of ground pepper." Allie repeated the instructions, following them one step at a time until the pot began to bubble over and smoke. Coughing as the fumes began to grow stronger and more intense which shouldn't have been possible. She had only been making a pasta sauce. Running to open the windows in her small cottage, using a dish towel to try and fan the smoke away from her, Allie was stunned to see a near naked man stood in her kitchen growling at her. "What have you done?" The deep, growly voice making her jump. Grabbing the nearest object to her, she grabbed the wooden spoon, pointing it at the man. "What are you doing in my house? Where are you clothes? How did you get in here? Who the hell are you?" "Me? Who on Earth are you? How did you summon me here?" Her blue eyes widened with the initial shock before she shook her head and laughed. "Ok someone is pranking me right? All I was doing was making a pasta sauce from this old recipe book of my grandmas. I didn't have ground pepper though so had to use white pepper." The man jumped back against her kitchen counter, almost in pain. "That isn't a recipe book you stupid girl, that is a grimoire and you just bonded me to you. I am bound to serve you until you break the bond. So find the spell and break it now." The red head shook her head, pointing to her door. "Leave now. You aren't funny. Get out my house. I've had a really crappy day and I do not have the energy to deal with your jokes. Go." — This idea is based off a human girl, accidentally summoning a demon and bonding him to her. She has no idea magic exists and that she is very powerful. Neither of them have any idea how to break the bond, but find it is extremely painful to be more than 100 feet apart. This RP follows the journey of her demon helping her to learn how to use and control her powers, and her teaching him how to live in a human world with people completely unaware of any other existence.
Your past, present and future:
6 years ago: The cold blade pressed against the delicate skin of her throat, pushing slightly but never hard enough to truly hurt her. She was only 13, but she knew the man above her to be at least 18 and the sworn enemy of her father. Now she had just witnessed him murder her father and mother before her eyes, but he was struggling to hurt her. Lucille was born into the mafia, she didn't have a choice. Her father had always been the top don and everybody had respected him. They'd also been completely stunned by the sweet little red haired beauty that had been born to him, filled with a love for nature and animals. She had compassion and kindness in her no matter how much the men around her tried to harden her to their world, warning her she was a mafia princess and would be the target of many men. The main family who would try to hurt her would be the ones that she had grown up with. Her fathers second in command who had treated her like his own daughter, with his own twin son and daughter, five years her seniors whom she had followed around and annoyed for the first 11 years of her life. Now that same boy she had been enamoured with was holding a knife to her throat and snarling at her. "Take her to the mansion, I'll decide what to do with her later." She heard the order and felt three pains of string arms dragging her out of the car, one of the leather gloves covering her mouth to stop her screaming, not that she could.
Now: Lucille had spent the last 6 years refusing to talk. She could, the staff around the house had often heard her singing sad songs when she was alone in her room. But the moment Luca or Maria tried to talk to her she would remain silent. Even when in pain she refused to make a sound or acknowledge them. "Your fathers fortune is ready to be paid out to you Lucille. The only clause of that you must find a husband and bear an heir before your 21st birthday. Luca is willing to let you go, as long as you let him choose your groom so he can monitor you and not fear retaliation from any of your fathers loyal men." Lucille ignored the woman she had once clinged to as her best friend, focusing on the book in her pale hands. She was allowed to roam the mansion, but she chose not to, staying in her room to eat, shower and spend all her time, leaving her once fair skin pale, and her bright blue eyes dull. "8.2 billion, you can live any life you choose. If Luca could get his hands on that money he would. Even we haven't managed to make that much yet." "Quiet Maria, you know she isn't going to answer you, she is broken. Just a little doll with no backbone and nothing left inside of her." That voice haunted her, Luca had been the man she had once imagined herself married to, now he made her skin crawl. Every fibre of her wanted to leap off the bed and scratch the smug smirk off his face, but she couldn't give him the satisfaction. — This idea is the relationship between Luca and Lucille. When he decides he will be the one to marry her and give her the heir to claim her inheritance and gain the control of her fathers men who had spent the last 6 years searching for her since her body had never been found. The manipulative man will use the things he knows she loves to get her to trust him, but will he ever really care for her?
dream a little dream of me:
YC will be an older man, late 30’s/early 40’s and is a single father. He has been looking for a live in nanny for a while since his work demands most of his time. MC will be in her 20’s. The twist is that both of them have been having strange dreams recently, as if they have dreamed up the perfect partner. Their dreams are always steamy and hot and leave them waking up wishing they could go back to bed. They’ve never met, yet when they come face to face they realise the other looks exactly like their dream partner. How will they manage to stay under the same roof, having these dreams without touching the other.
Right under her nose:
Mc was a police detective for 6 years, following in her fathers footsteps. But three of those years were spent looking for a suspect, torn he young girl that had been found murdered and stripped but with no obvious injuries. After the case went cold she couldn’t handle not solving it and left the force to start her own PI agency. She has been looking for the killer ever since. YC will be the killer, whether it was an accident or how it happened is for you to decide. YC will get a job at the agency and work closely with my character. They will become closer as time goes on, and it becomes obvious there is something she is missing. What will happen? Will she survive when the truth comes out?
Truth and lies:
(This is very broad and can be edited to suit most ideas) Yc is a motorbike club leader. Mc suspects he knows something about her sisters death and has been trying to get closer and closer to the leader in an attempt to find out what he knows.
A Year for a Debt:
M/C sister has rung up thousands of pounds of debt at Y/C casino. Since she cannot pay it off, is legally underage and has nothing of any value our characters come to an arrangement. My character will work as a bar maid/dancer for the casino to find out who is stealing money, for either a year or until she finds out the guilty party. The two very clearly want one another but Y/C has a strict rule: No sleeping with employees. How long until they both lose their cool. (This will be a lot of flirting, teasing, and delayed gratification)
A smile can go a long way:
“What’s wrong? Scared that you’ll like me so much that I’ll embarrass you or you’ll get so lost in my blue eyes that you won’t find your way back?” “Shut up, I just don’t want to take off my clothes and fawn over a stranger, besides, you really aren’t as good looking as you think you are.” “Then do your best friend a solid favour and do the shoot...” your character is a male model. As the best friend of the marketing manager and training photographer, my character has come along to the shoot for a nee ‘private’ club. Except now the female model is a no show, the male model is sat on the makeshift bar holding a bottle of vodka and daring her to help, and a pair of pleading eyes looking her way, can she really do this intimate shoot?
The fight for love:
M/C is a 22 year old woman. She lives in the slums, working in a dirty old diner, and often attracting unwanted attention. Y/C will be a self defence instructor. For the last week he has noticed the young red head looking through the windows and watching his classes. The black eye and small cut on her cheek seem to be fading but she cannot muster up the courage to go inside and ask for help with training. One night after leaving the gym, he notices the girl being pushed around by two men. Scaring them off, they run and she’s left whimpering on her knees. Will he convince her to come to the gym and train? And what happens when some of the more intimate moves leave them both panting for the wrong reasons?
What’s the worst that can happen?:
(This is my first attempt at something involving bdsm, so I need a male lead that is willing to be as patient with me as he is with my muse)
M/C works at a bdsm club. She mainly works the upstairs bar which is a generic club, for people to drink and dance. Tonight however, in the adjoining club room downstairs, the members only club, she has been asked to cover since two people have called in sick and one quit. What happens when the wealthiest benefactor of the club (Y/C) see’s the young, flirty redhead behind the bar and realises she is the partner he has been looking for? How will he convince her to trust him and try this with him? And how will her boss react to the threat of a huge investment being pulled if she doesn’t?
Blood in - Blood out:
“Just do it.” They said. “Think of the money.” They advised. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Her best friend had muttered. Well the worst thing that could have happened was that she had woken up in a double bed, with the body of an unknown man wrapped around her from behind. His chest pressed firmly against her back. The man that she didn’t know the name of, but she knew somehow knew she wasn’t just walking away from this one.
Rewind:
Lily is a 22 year old waitress at a high stakes casino. Her boss often requests she serve the most important guests, partly because she had a smile that could make men weak at the knees and partly because she had a body made to be stared out. Standing at 5’6 without her heels, she had fairly long shapely legs and curved hips that seemed to make any uniform look incredible. A flat stomach and a fairly large bust for her frame, the men seemed to enjoy her and the women seemed to envy her. Two nights previous the red haired waitress had been asked to serve in the private penthouse suites at the top of the hotel the casino laid home in. She didn’t know when she took the job that she would be serving men from one of the biggest crime families in the city, and she certainly didn’t expect to somehow end up sharing a bed with one of them. But her problems were just beginning, since she had made a pact with the man behind her to help him being down everyone who had wronged him, so long as he helped her get out of the poor, lonely life she had been living. And the only way out of the pact was to spill her own blood. (This would begin the night before and continue onwards from there)
Magic School:
Every witch or warlock born must attend magic school before their 21st birthday to accept their powers at the initiation ceremony and sign the book of intent. Most students join between their 13th and 15th birthday, to practice and hone their skill. Most find themselves with a strong tie to one, or if they are particularly lucky, two elements. While all of them can cast spells, make potions and use the tools available to them, their tie to their element is their strongest power. The power of control. 20 years ago at your own initiation ceremony, when both yourself and you two best friends all bore three elements. There was a devastating assault on the school. Whilst your best friend was instantly killed he begged you to save his pregnant fiancé, and while you tried your best, the moment she birthed her beautiful baby girl, she lost her fight too. You hid the baby with a human family, bonding her powers with the intention she would never know the darkness of the magical realm. Except she’s now been dropped off on the lawn of the school you now protect, her powers out of control since she has no clue how to control magic, and a hatred for every single person who comes near her. The most frightening thing? She bares the symbols of all four elements, meaning just one thing… war is coming and you must get her to trust you and train her before they can get to her and use her power for true darkness, but years of corruption and anger being slowly fed to her will not be easy to reverse. And her initiation is only a few months away.
Seduction:
You’re at college and have the popularity most people could only dream of. Girls, money, cars and fun, that’s your life. You could have anybody you want, except her. Your twin sister’s dorm mate. She’s never at the parties, never at the college events, never even at the food court. A plain Jane who hides herself in her room. But every night she sneaks out, goes into a non descript building between two shops and now you know why. You’ve seen her leave looking like a glamour model each night, and going on dates with different men. Then you found the escort agency she works for. 10,000 dollars just for a date, and her profile clearly stated she never slept with her clients. Now you had the money to hire her, the evidence to blackmail her, or the knowledge to torment her from the shadows, but which path would you take?
Dance for me:
Once. You’d turned down the chance to dance with her once, and she had never let it go. Facing you at every competition, fighting you for every solo performance and pushing to be the best. She was the best, and that was exactly why you needed her to be your partner for the final performance. This performance would determine if you got into the prestigious dance association and would win you more money than you knew what to do with. There was just one problem, she point blank refused to partner with you. Ever. Even if she knew you were the best and you’d match perfectly, her hurt pride wouldn’t allow it. Now it was time to show her there was a thin line between love and hate, and even if she did hate you, the fire between you in stage would leave everyone breathless.
The nanny:
You’d been watching her all summer. She’d shown up at the perfect time, needing a summer job while you had needed a summer nanny for your son. It wasn’t like his anybody else had wanted to spend their summer holidays looking after a challenging 6 year old, but she’d taken to it like a duck to water. At first you’d tried not to watch her, at least 10 years your junior, when she was running around in the garden lifting up Riley, and making him giggle, or baking cookies while helping him work out his math homework. You’d even closed the blinds when she was teaching him to swim in her simple fitted one piece swimsuit highlighting her curves. But summer had ended a week ago, she’d started a part time job at a bakery in town and now Riley was crying for the third night in a row, refusing sleep until you got Lily to come read him a bedtime story, and if you were being honest, you missed having her in your home too…
Married to a stranger:
Laws were weird in Fitzrovia, they always had been. There was a lot you planned to change once you were coronated as king in a weeks time. But there was big problem… your queen didn’t know she was going to become a queen. Nobody thought when you’d met the cute redhead on the swings in the park, made friends with her and had a fake wedding, switching the plastic rings you’d had, giggling and holding hands, that the switching of rings had made the vows official. Yeah like I mentioned, weird laws. But now? Now you had a wife that had no clue she was married, last you knew, she’d gone back to England with her parents and you’d lost touch. But you had an address, you’d been pen pals for a little while… it was a long shot, but it was time to go and get your queen.
A step too far:
Your a little older, maybe mid-late 20’s, have graduated, started your own business and have found your feet in life, that is until your dad asks if your step sister can live with you for 6 months while she finishes her last year of placement at university. It shouldn’t be a problem, until you remember the last time you saw her. The shy little red head you’d met with her head in a book had grown up, she’s filled out and her body was not something you should have been looking at, but the way she was strutting around in those teeny booty shorts and a bikini top that was probably a size or two too small since her cleavage had practically been falling out of the cups… it was hard not too. She knew what she was doing as well, the way she always seemed to be sucking on an ice pop when you were around, or her bedroom door slightly ajar when she was getting changed. But you’d drawn the line when she kissed you after a night out. You’d been so close to dragging her to your room but you knew it was wrong… how on Earth would you survive 6 months of her teasing? Especially with no body else around to catch you. (I have been really craving something fun and flirty recently so it doesn’t have to be step siblings but let me know if you have a fun idea)
The secret child:
You’d shared everything together, all your secrets, your first kiss, your first love and your first heartbreak. You didn’t want to leave, but as an aspiring musician you had no choice, the band needed you. After a few days she’d stopped taking your calls, stopped responding to texts and just disappeared from your life. Now you were back in town for your biggest gig yet, and you’d not been able to stop yourself from following the red head who’d been your best friend and more. What was worse was the little girl tugging on her sleeve “Mummy, can I get strawberry and chocolate?” She pleaded, being picked up and tickled by the girl who had broken your heart… and those words kept spinning in your mind “mummy” but she couldn’t be yours could she?
There’s a crowd:
your twin sister’s best friend. She’d always been like the third amigo to your duo. She’d been there as long as you could remember, but as you’d made your own friends, her and your sister had stayed inseparable. But somehow over summer she’d had a glow up, suddenly looking hotter, and constantly around. Would you finally make a move this summer or would things stay platonic with the girl that insisted on inserting herself in your life.
These are all random ideas floating around in my head and I am more than happy to adapt/change them, or build something entirely new if you want to.
Thank you and goodbye for now.
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