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she is the daughter of the man who executed his father.

he has spent years despising her family, believing they stole everything from his house. when war ends, the new king forces them into an alliance.

he expects an arrogant noblewoman.

instead, he meets a woman who hates what her father did just as much as he does.

every council meeting turns into arguments.

every assassination attempt forces them closer.

eventually one of them has to choose: vengeance... or the person they've grown to love.

tropes

✦enemies to lovers

✦forced alliance

✦mutual respect

✦political intrigue

✦slow burn

✦"i should let you die... but i can't."

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she is a princess.

he once served her father.

the king blamed him for a tragedy and stripped him of everything.

years later, she is forced to accept him back as her personal knight.

she doesn't trust him.

he refuses to grow attached again.

yet every day he silently protects her.

she slowly realizes...

the man everyone calls a traitor never betrayed anyone.

tropes

✦knight x princess

✦enemies to lovers

✦redemption

✦forbidden romance

✦bodyguard

✦yearning

✦protective hero

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their kingdoms end a war through marriage.

they despise each other from the very first meeting.

he assumes she's manipulative.

she assumes he's cruel.

they spend years trying to outsmart one another inside court.

until someone begins trying to kill them.

now they have to survive together.

and slowly realize...

they've become each other's safest place.

tropes

✦arranged marriage

✦enemies to lovers

✦one bed

✦court politics

✦assassination mystery

✦mutual pining

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everyone bows before the princess.

everyone fears her.

she is the heir to the throne—graceful, intelligent, sharp-tongued, carrying the unbearable weight of a kingdom upon delicate shoulders. every smile she gives is rehearsed. every laugh calculated. every step watched by nobles eager for her to stumble.

everyone wants something from her.

except him.

the king's fool.

a silver-tongued jester whose wit is so dangerous it has earned him the rare privilege of mocking dukes, embarrassing princes, and making queens laugh when the court feels heavier than stone.

he bows to everyone.

except her.

the first time they meet, he interrupts her speech to point out a pigeon has landed on the crown prince's head.

the entire hall gasps.

the princess nearly has him imprisoned.

instead...

she laughs.

it's the first genuine laugh she's had in years.

from then on, a strange tradition begins.

whenever court becomes suffocating, she finds him hidden somewhere in the palace gardens, balancing apples on statues or teaching servants ridiculous songs.

he calls her "your unbearable highness."

she calls him "insufferable."

everyone assumes she dislikes him.

truthfully...

he is the only person who speaks to her as though she is simply a woman.

not a title.

not a crown.

just... her.

but jesters hear everything.

they wander freely through kitchens, servant quarters, noble feasts and drunken banquets. people ignore them because they're "only fools."

he pieces together whispers of treason long before the royal council ever does.

someone intends to murder the king.

and frame the princess.

suddenly, the fool becomes the only man she can trust.

he escorts her through hidden tunnels beneath the castle.

they hide inside abandoned theatres where he once performed as a child.

they sleep beside dying campfires while pretending neither notices how close they've become.

their banter never disappears.

"you're staring again."

"i'm deciding whether the crown has finally crushed whatever common sense remained beneath it."

"and?"

"tragically... i believe you're still beautiful."

silence.

because for once...

the fool isn't joking.

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she has unimaginable power.

he has absolutely none.

yet emotionally, he's the only one who can disarm her.

she can order an army.

he can make her snort with laughter in the middle of a diplomatic banquet.

she can have him executed.

he's the only man reckless enough to tease her in front of the entire court.

that's where the tension lives.

not in power.

in vulnerability.

tropes

✦ princess × jester
✦ sunshine × storm cloud
✦ forbidden romance
✦ "everyone fears her except him."
✦ secret passages beneath the castle
✦ court intrigue
✦ hidden identity (perhaps he's the son of a fallen noble house)
✦ "make me laugh."
✦ stolen dances after midnight in an empty ballroom
✦ masks and masquerades
✦ he makes everyone laugh except himself
✦ she smiles only when she's with him
✦ "if they discover us, they'll hang me."
✦ "then i'll tear down the gallows."

》the twist i'd add—and the one i think elevates it beyond a simple romance—is that the jester isn't merely a fool. years ago, his noble family was executed for treason, and he survived only by hiding among a troupe of traveling performers. he chose the role of court fool because it's the one position no one truly watches. while nobles scheme openly, the jester slips through every corridor unnoticed, hearing every secret.

the princess falls in love with the man who wears bells on his sleeves, never realizing he's quietly playing the most dangerous game in the kingdom. when his true identity is finally uncovered, she has to decide whether to condemn the "traitor"... or stand beside the only person who has ever loved her, rather than her crown.

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(human x human) summary

they've been neighbors for nearly three years.

their apartments share one impossibly thin wall.

she knows exactly when he gets home because she hears his keys hit the counter.

he knows she's making coffee every morning because he hears her old espresso machine.

they've never actually spoken.

until one night.

a burst pipe floods both apartments, forcing the landlord to relocate them into the same furnished loft while repairs are underway.

they quickly discover they have nothing in common.

she's organized, ambitious, and always five minutes early.

he's effortlessly charming, lives out of laundry baskets, and somehow still gets away with it.

they spend the first week arguing over thermostat settings, whose turn it is to buy groceries, and who keeps stealing the good pillows.

then the flirting begins.

it starts as a joke.

a lingering glance.

a teasing comment.

the kind of tension that builds because they're constantly in each other's space, brushing shoulders in a tiny kitchen, sharing late-night takeout on the couch, pretending neither notices how comfortable they've become.

the arrangement was only supposed to last a month.

by the time the apartments are repaired...

moving back next door suddenly feels much harder than either expected.

tropes

✦neighbors to lovers

✦forced roommates

✦only one bathroom

✦accidental domesticity

✦banter-heavy romance

✦"stop looking at me like that."

✦unresolved attraction

✦fake annoyance, real feelings

✦eventual smut

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[ human x hybrid ] summary

hybrids have become commonplace, but most humans still have their prejudices.

they're bigger. stronger. more instinctive.

and, according to every dating app in the city...

completely impossible to live with.

she desperately needs a roommate after her rent doubles overnight.

he desperately needs somewhere to stay after being denied apartment after apartment simply because he's a wolf hybrid.

against both of their better judgment...

they sign the lease.

the rules are simple.

no bringing dates home.

no borrowing clothes.

no entering each other's rooms.

absolutely no catching feelings.

for the first few weeks, everything is manageable.

until she realizes her roommate walks around the apartment half-awake every morning in loose sweatpants, smelling faintly of cedarwood and rain.

until he realizes she absentmindedly steals his hoodies because "they're warmer."

until movie nights become the norm.

until lazy sunday mornings become coffee on the balcony together.

until the playful teasing starts sounding suspiciously like flirting.

everyone assumes they're dating.

they insist they're not.

the problem isn't that they dislike each other.

the problem is that the attraction between them is becoming impossible to ignore.

every accidental brush of hands lingers a second too long.

every hug after a bad day becomes harder to let go of.

every "goodnight" leaves one of them standing outside the other's bedroom door wondering what would happen if they knocked.

they're adults. they could act on the attraction at any time.

instead, they keep dancing around it, afraid that crossing the line will ruin the best friendship either of them has ever had.

until one night...

someone asks her out in front of him.

and for the very first time, the wolf hybrid doesn't laugh.

he simply says,

"she's taken."

even though she isn't.

the vibe

✦ human × wolf hybrid

✦ roommates to lovers

✦ friends with unbearable chemistry

✦ domestic intimacy

✦ "don't wear my hoodie."

✦ "then stop leaving it on my chair."

✦ jealousy that neither wants to admit

✦ one bed after the heater breaks

✦ lingering eye contact

✦ "if we do this... there's no going back."

✦ lots of flirting, teasing, and unresolved attraction

✦ eventual smut

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✦ enemies to lovers

✦ rivals to lovers

✦ forbidden romance

✦ slow burn

✦ mutual obsession

✦ yearning & longing

✦ court politics

✦ arranged marriage

✦ forced proximity

✦ bodyguard × royalty

✦ knight × princess

✦ touch her and die

✦ who did this to you?

✦ hurt/comfort

✦ angst with a happy ending

✦ "i hate you." "then why did you save me?"

✦ banter & tension

✦ competent female lead

✦ morally grey love interests

✦ dragons, castles & fantasy kingdoms

✦ hybrids and humans

✦ abo themes

✦ smut and tension

✦ slice of life

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i rp women only and rather mxf pairs / dynamics—★

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i rp women only and rather mxf pairs / dynamics—★

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the ones in bold / bold italic are who I have most muse for atm.

✦ aespa

✦ ive esp; wonyoung, liz, yujin

✦ jeon somi

✦ le sserafim esp; yunjin, sakura, kazuha

✦ itzy esp; yeji, yuna, chaeryoung, ryujin

✦ red velvet esp; joy, irene, yeri

✦ triples esp; xinyu, nien, jiyeon

✦ izna esp; jeemin, mai

✦ arin of oh my girl

✦ blackpink

✦ katseye esp; daniela, lara, sophia.

✦ twice esp; tzuyu, momo, jihyo, chaeyoung, sana

✦ babymonster esp; asa, pharita and ruka

✦ lightsum chowan and sangah

✦ go younjung, han sohee

✦ fromis jiwon, nagyung

✦ artms choerry

✦ nona christy

✦ sabrina carpenter, tyla seethal, krithi shetty, deva cassel

✦ jessica vu

✦ kim goeun, allissa shin

✦ ahn hayoung

✦ idle miyeon, yuqi, minnie

✦ choi yena

✦ meovv gawon, sooin, anna

✦ billlie siyoon, suhyeon, sheon, haram

✦ sakamoto mashiro madein

✦ kristen dodgen of jam republic

✦ kim yebin - taeri

✦ jorga douglas of flo

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summary

finding affordable housing in the city is impossible.

after a disastrous breakup leaves one without an apartment and the other struggling to pay rent, they reluctantly become roommates despite barely tolerating one another. they couldn't be more different.

one is effortlessly flirtatious, shamelessly walking around in oversized shirts after showers, stealing food from the fridge and invading personal space simply because it's amusing.

the other is disciplined, neat, always pretending not to notice.

pretending.

it begins innocently enough.

sleeping on the couch turns into sharing a bed during a thunderstorm because the apartment's heating dies. one absentminded back rub after a stressful day becomes a regular occurrence. movie nights end with tangled limbs beneath blankets. there's playful wrestling over the remote that somehow leaves them breathless, faces inches apart, wondering who should move first.

then comes the inevitable mistake.

someone kisses someone.

instead of discussing it like responsible adults, they create one ridiculous rule.

"it meant nothing."

except it keeps happening.

quick kisses before work "for luck."

lingering embraces after difficult days.

flirtatious dares that blur every boundary they ever tried to establish. the apartment slowly fills with domestic intimacy, stolen touches, jealous moments, and nights spent wondering whether they're simply sleeping together...

or quietly falling in love while neither is brave enough to admit it.

the tension only grows worse when one of them starts dating someone else—forcing the other to confront feelings they've hidden beneath months of "casual" affection.

tropes

✦ roommates to lovers

✦ strangers to roommates (or reluctant roommates)

✦ friends with benefits

✦ "it meant nothing."

✦ forced proximity

✦ only one bed

✦ mutual pining

✦ idiots in love

✦ denial of feelings

✦ domestic fluff

✦ unresolved sexual tension

✦ "don't look at me like that."

✦ accidental intimacy

✦ fake indifference

✦ jealousy when someone else shows interest

✦ "you're wearing my clothes."

✦ cuddling that becomes a habit

✦ late-night conversations

✦ sharing food

✦ movie nights

✦ comfort after a bad day

✦ touch-starved x touchy/flirtatious

✦ sunshine x grump (if their personalities fit)

✦ opposites attract

✦ slow burn

✦ possessiveness without the relationship label

✦ "we're just roommates."

✦ "this changes nothing."

✦ first kiss changes everything

✦ emotional vulnerability

✦ happy ending

✦ tension and smut build up

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[ supernatural x supernatural / human ] summary

soulmate bonds are supposed to form with a kiss.

unfortunately, yours forms during an argument.

one heated shove, one accidental touch of bare skin, and suddenly the magical bond snaps into place.

it's a disaster.

neither of you wanted a soulmate—especially not each other.

except the bond has side effects.

whenever one is injured, the other feels a dull ache. when one panics, the other instinctively searches for them. and every time either of you gets too close to someone romantically, the bond flares with an almost unbearable pull, making it painfully obvious that the only person who truly settles your racing heartbeat... is each other.

so until someone figures out how to break the bond, you're forced to live together under one roof, pretending this inconvenient soulmate connection doesn't exist while every passing day fills with lingering touches, stolen glances, possessive instincts, and the slow realization that maybe fate knew exactly what it was doing.

tropes

✦ enemies to lovers

✦ soulmate au

✦ supernatural x supernatural/human

✦ fake dating

✦ accidental bonding

✦ forced proximity

✦ unresolved sexual tension

✦ hurt/comfort

✦ "don't touch them"

✦ only one bed

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[ supernatural x human ] summary

everyone knows that supernatural creatures eventually find their soulmate.

what no one talks about is what happens before they meet them.

my muse has spent years living with an unbearable restlessness—a feeling that something is missing, that no relationship has ever been enough. then one ordinary evening, they catch a scent unlike anything they've ever smelled before.

warm. addictive.

the scent belongs to a completely ordinary human.

the moment their eyes meet, the world changes.

their soulmate mark blooms beneath their skin, and with it awakens instincts neither of them expected. suddenly, every instinct screams to stay close. distance becomes agonizing. crowded places become unbearable because everyone else is too close to their person. a single hug calms racing hearts, fingers intertwined quiet anxious thoughts, and sleeping apart quickly becomes impossible if either of them wants a full night's rest.

the human doesn't immediately believe in soulmates, while my supernatural muse is fighting every possessive instinct telling them to whisk their soulmate away somewhere safe.

what starts as awkward introductions slowly becomes shared nights, accidental cuddling, teasing flirtation, stolen kisses, and a growing intimacy neither can deny.

because the bond isn't demanding they become lovers.

it's simply making them realize...

they've never felt at home until they found each other.

tropes

✦ soulmate au

✦ supernatural x human

✦ forced proximity

✦ "only you can calm me"

✦ yearning

✦ protective love interest

✦ slow burn

✦ touch-starved

✦ jealousy

✦ mutual pining

✦ one bed / room

✦ heightened instincts

✦ tension and smut to come when they both give in

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[ spirit/demon x human with psychic abilities/gifts. ] — loosely based on enchantra.

summary :

every hundred years, the enchanted manor opens its gilded gates to a select handful of guests. each arrives believing they've been invited to win a single wish.

wealth.

revenge.

life.

love.

instead, they discover the manor doesn't simply test courage—it feeds upon desire.

every corridor, ballroom, and hidden chamber is enchanted to lure out one's deepest cravings. whispered fantasies echo through the walls, masquerades blur strangers into lovers, and certain rooms refuse to open unless two souls willingly cross the threshold together. the house delights in stolen glances, jealous hearts, lingering touches, and promises made beneath moonlight.

my muse never intended to participate.

yet from the moment she steps inside, the manor seems... fascinated by her.

doors unlock only at her touch. flowers bloom wherever she walks. every trial seems designed around her fears, her longings... and, most dangerously, the mysterious heir who shadows her every move.

he has belonged to the manor for centuries.

beautiful. calculating. devastatingly charming.

he knows every game, every curse, every temptation hidden within the estate. he also knows that the house has begun weaving your muse into its magic—and if it succeeds, she'll never leave. [ he's a demon but he made her believe he's one of the mansion's spirits. however, he is the prince of hell put by his father there as penance. to suffer and lose all his memories. only if he wins a game with his chosen competitor — her. would he unlock all his lost memories and get out. ]

their partnership becomes unavoidable. enchanted dances require paired partners, cursed bracelets bind their wrists until dawn, hidden passageways trap them within impossibly small spaces, and certain bargains can only be sealed by intimate acts of trust—sharing a bed for protection against nightmares, exchanging secrets beneath truth-spells, or breaking enchantments with lingering kisses that carry far more consequence than simple affection.

the closer they become, the more possessive the manor grows.

other guests begin coveting her. some desire her beauty. others believe sacrificing her will earn them victory.

and the heir... once a man who never allowed himself to care for anyone... finds his restraint slipping each time another hand lingers too long on her waist, another rival invites her to dance, or another guest whispers promises in her ear.

because the manor has one final rule.

love is the rarest form of magic within its walls.

and if two people truly fall for one another before the final trial...

only one of them is allowed to leave.

tropes :

✦ dark fantasy

✦ gothic romance

✦ slow burn

✦ forced proximity

✦ deadly magical trials

✦ forbidden desire

✦ only one bed

✦ protective mmc

✦ jealous hero

✦ enchanted masquerades

✦ cursed manor

✦ touch her and die

✦ magical bargains

✦ mature romance / sexual tension and eventual smut

✦ happily ever after

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[ fallen angel x angel ]

summary :

the Fallen had been warned for centuries never to touch Heaven's purest creations.

they were told that even laying a hand upon an uncorrupted angel would reignite the war between Heaven and the Abyss.

so naturally... he stole one anyway.

my muse is Heaven's youngest seraph—a curious angel whose fascination with the Fallen has long been whispered about among the heavenly hosts. while others feared the monsters cast from paradise, she secretly wondered whether they had truly deserved their fate.

curiosity became her greatest mistake.

crossing the veil between realms to glimpse the ruins where the Fallen dwelled, she was discovered not by a legion... but by one of Heaven's most feared exiles.

rather than kill her or return her to Heaven, he carried her into his cursed fortress and sealed every gate behind them.

not for ransom.

not for revenge.

but because he became convinced that corrupting Heaven's most innocent daughter would be the greatest insult he could ever deliver to the Creator who abandoned him.

except corruption proves far more difficult than expected. she refuses to fear him. she asks questions no angel should ask. she notices the grief beneath his cruelty. and every day she remains imprisoned within his castle, fragments of the monster he carefully cultivated begin falling apart.

he tells himself he's teaching her about sin. instead, she's teaching him what he lost when he fell. meanwhile, Heaven believes she has been taken against her will and prepares an army to reclaim her.

the other Fallen mock him, convinced he'll eventually break her innocence.

they don't realize something far more dangerous is happening.

the captive has become the only being capable of breaking the curse consuming his soul. and if Heaven discovers she's beginning to choose the Fallen over paradise... they may decide she's no longer worth saving.

tropes :

✦ fallen angel × heavenly angel

✦ captor & captive

✦ forbidden attraction

✦ temptation vs. innocence

✦ corruption... or redemption?

✦ forced proximity

✦ one castle

✦ morally grey mmc

✦ discreet stockholm syndrome

✦ obsessive protector

✦ "you're not leaving."

✦ heaven vs. the abyss

✦ ancient prophecy

✦ slow burn

✦ emotional tension

✦ possessive hero

✦ "i should hate you."

✦ touch her and die

✦ gothic romance

✦ hurt/comfort

✦ enemies to lovers

✦ sexual tension and smut

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[ idol x fan / cam girl ]

summary :

to the rest of the world, she's simply another devoted fan.

she queues for concerts, buys every album release, celebrates every achievement, and disappears into the sea of thousands whenever his group performs. no one would ever suspect that once the lights of her bedroom dim and the camera turns on, she transforms into one of the internet's fastest-rising anonymous onlyfans creators, hiding behind a stage name and carefully guarding her identity.

she keeps the two worlds completely separate.

or so she thinks.

what she doesn't know is that one of her most loyal subscribers—the mysterious user who tips the most, never misses a livestream, and always seems to know exactly what to say—isn't some wealthy businessman or faceless stranger.

it's him.

one of the biggest idols in the country.

beneath an incognito account, the pressure of constant cameras, dating bans, and an image manufactured by his company disappears. for a few stolen hours each week, he's allowed to be no one. just another anonymous viewer captivated by the woman behind the screen.

he knows her voice. her laugh. the little habits she doesn't realize she has. but never her real name.

meanwhile, she idolizes him from afar, blissfully unaware that the man whose photocards fill her shelves is also the anonymous subscriber who's quietly become the most constant presence in her online life.

everything changes after a chance fan sign. one fleeting moment of eye contact. one familiar smile. one phrase that sounds far too similar to something her favorite subscriber always types into the chat.

suddenly, both begin noticing impossible coincidences. he recognizes the tiny birthmark near her wrist and the hint of ink formulating into the sensual tattoo painted across unblemished skin rising from her chest she'd mindlessly revealed on stream.

she notices the expensive watch his anonymous subscriber once described wearing.

their two carefully separated worlds begin colliding, threatening careers, reputations, and secrets neither can afford to lose.

the closer they grow in real life, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry that has already been quietly building behind anonymous usernames.

because falling for each other was never part of the plan. and if the truth comes out, they could lose everything they've worked for.

little twists that make it even juicier

▪︎ he's been her top subscriber for over a year, but she's never seen his face.

▪︎ he starts attending concerts hoping she'll be in the crowd, while she never realizes she's already talking to him every night online.

▪︎ he anonymously sends extravagant gifts during streams, only for her to later notice the exact same taste in gifts from the idol.

▪︎ his manager becomes suspicious because he always disappears on the nights she streams.

▪︎ she accidentally reveals something on stream that only the anonymous subscriber should know, and he slips up by referencing it during a fan call.

▪︎ when the truth finally comes out, neither is upset about the camming itself—the real conflict is that they've both been falling for someone whose identity they never truly knew.

tropes

✦ idol × fan

✦ secret identity

✦ anonymous online friendship

✦ famous × ordinary

✦ forbidden romance

✦ mutual obsession ( emotional & sexual )

✦ online chemistry, offline tension

✦ double life

✦ celebrity scandal

✦ slow burn

✦ mutual pining

✦ "it's you..."

✦ hidden admirer

✦ yearning

✦ jealousy

✦ secret meetings

✦ tension-filled eye contact

✦ after-hours phone calls

✦ late-night messages

✦ mature romance, sexual themes

✦ hurt/comfort

✦ found trust

✦ "don't tell anyone."