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My name is RosRose21, but feel free to call me Rose or whatever you like. Welcome one and all to my female request thread. Love writing stories with romance, danger, actions, and drama, well then you've come to the right place! I offer stories and plots with all of that and more, so take a gander at my plots and send a message if you're interested. I look forward to hearing from you ;)
Full Fledge Plots:
1) Greater Good New!
2) Do No Harm NEW!
3) Crossed Lines NEW!
4) Curses NEW!
5) In the Dark of Night NEW!
Now for what you really came for, the plots:
Anyways, those are my roles! I will probably have some more eventually, but for now this is it. Hopefully something caught your eye, and you want to try it out.
I look forward to hearing for you :)
RosRose
My name is RosRose21, but feel free to call me Rose or whatever you like. Welcome one and all to my female request thread. Love writing stories with romance, danger, actions, and drama, well then you've come to the right place! I offer stories and plots with all of that and more, so take a gander at my plots and send a message if you're interested. I look forward to hearing from you ;)
Full Fledge Plots:
1) Greater Good New!
2) Do No Harm NEW!
3) Crossed Lines NEW!
4) Curses NEW!
5) In the Dark of Night NEW!
Role play expectations:
- I'll make this clear first that when it comes to my role plays I am open to a lot. I have very little that truly makes me uncomfortable or that I won't do (see my limits list below). So if you like a plot but want it to get dark, as long as you talk with me about it first then I'm all for it. Want a story that has a lot of fade-to-black? Tell me and I'm willing to accommodate you so that we are both comfortable in the role play. This is a collaboration, and if you have ideas for the role feel free to suggest them, I am open to it all and unless it's something I'm not comfortable with, then we can most likely incorporate it. That goes as well for the pairing, see a role you want but don't want an MxF pairing, I am open to trying an FxF pairing or any other type of pairing. The worst thing that can happen when suggesting things is I say no or tweak it to my comfort.
- GHOSTING FRIENDLY! I decided to make this clear because no matter how hard we try it happens from time to time. So if it happens don't feel bad because I might do it as well from time to time. If we're just in the talking stages and you don't respond I won't pester you and let it go. But if we're in the thick of a role play then I will send a message to check in on you!
- I prefer if my partners are at least 20+ in age.
- When I'm writing I usually go by a "get what you give method". I try to match my partner in my replies and I would hopefully expect the same from you. Nothing is as disappointing after putting in effort for a multi-paragraph, hundreds word count reply and getting something that isn't the same in return. So, that's all I ask, just try to match the best you can!
- One-liner replies are NOT allowed! Been there, done that and the story goes nowhere at that point if all we are doing is the bare minimum. We're writing a story not having a text conversation, so if I see one-liners I'm out.
- I NEED STORY. This is like a big thing for me, I'm good doing a lot of spicy stuff like that, but I do need palate cleansers in between where there is actually a story going on. Just constant sex and stuff like that makes me lose interest, I like a bit of erotic writing in my role-plays but there needs to be a balance. Typically I try to go for a 50/50 split between story and smut, but that can change depending on the story and the intention of the story. Some of my roles are centred around sex, while others are centred around the plot and the dynamic between the characters.
- COMMUNICATION! Please talk to me, if something in the story is bothering you, or if you need to disappear for a few days suddenly. Even if it's after you're gone, just as long as you tell me what happened I won't be mad or upset. I try to do this with my partners the best I can just to keep them in the loop and so that they're not in the dark about why I haven't replied in a day or two, all I ask is that you do the same. I'm totally for OOC chatter as well, though I am not the greatest at it.
- Face claims: I prefer to use realistic face claims of people, I try to steer away from using celebrities and stuff like that, but won't get on your case for using one, cause there's a time or two when I might do the same. I'd prefer not anything drawn, but if you can't find a character or don't like using realistic face claims, then I'm fine with art. Just have it be realistic art if possible.
- Threads only as per site rules. Not my usual thing but I will get use to it.
- Lastly: I am looking for someone who is into doing high-action, high-stakes, lore heavy and character-driven stories. I lean toward fantasy realms or play in settings not set in the modern age. I'm looking for someone who is fun and likes to bring bold and exciting ideas to our characters and their journeys.
Kinks: My kinks can vary from a story. Something I like in one story I hate in another. So it's more a thing where I'm not going to put everything I'm ok with ( that list is way too long), but include things that in pretty much any story I like to see it incorporated in some kind. But unless it's stated in my limits, I am open to a vast majority of things.
Common Kinks:
My limits are very specific but do keep in mind that some of them might ease up a little depending on the story and the dynamic of the characters. So again, if any of these are your thing, feel free to ask. Some of these are soft limits, but most are hard limits.
Soft limits:
Common Kinks:
- age gaps (you older, me younger )
- being restrained (nothing too intense, some hands above the head or him pinning her down, or tying her hands behind her back. This one can get really kinky though and I don't mind that as well)
- touching/fondling without spoken permission/ being handsy in general
- clothes ripping
- forced proximity
- stockings
- biting
- oral (giving, receiving)
- teasing (in the sense of him liking to get her hot and bothered and leave her on the cusp)
My limits are very specific but do keep in mind that some of them might ease up a little depending on the story and the dynamic of the characters. So again, if any of these are your thing, feel free to ask. Some of these are soft limits, but most are hard limits.
Soft limits:
- hitting in a non-sexual sense, I do think that in the right story, something like this is a bit nice to add, but most of my stories don't have it.
- Choking, I go back and forth with this one, and it really depends on the story.
- Hair pulling, same as above, it's a thing where I think the context of the story and their dynamic are sort of needed for me to be ok with it.
- MC giving oral is a chosen thing rather than an asked/forced thing (though I am fine with coercion weirdly enough depending on story). It's a bit strange I know, but this is just one thing that just gets me every time. I don't mind doing oral scenes, but it has to be her choice that she wants to do it. But again, the dynamic could change my stance.
- no toilet play, vomit, or gore during sexual acts.
- No holding of the back of a character's neck (specifically in a sexual sense),
- sexual embarrassment (using sex and certain fluids to embarrass a character. I.e. cum on face and them going out in public),
- no mouth to ass stuff (licking, anal to oral. I won't do it to your character, so please don't do it to mine),
- hard dom/sub and master/ slave dynamic (I like a dominant man, but don't want my character to be constantly treated like they're a sexual object when the dynamic of my stories lead to more equal sexual dynamic),
- clothing or objects in private areas (excluding actual toys of course)
- Fisting.
Now for what you really came for, the plots:
YC isn't a good man. He knows this, the world knows this, and he knows there's no use in lying to himself. He never had an easy life; by the time he was 15, he had a juvenile record taller than him. The work never left him; he just got better at it. Better plans, better scores. It wasn't a forever thing; he was going to get out of the business eventually after his final score. Too bad his bastard of a partner betrayed him, taking the payload and leaving him for the police to find. The judge wasn't too kind either, and a life sentence at Saint Vincent's Penitentiary was all he had to look forward to anymore. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would live and die in this place. But it seemed that fate had a different idea in mind for him. Warden Faulks had gathered all of them in the mess hall, standing before them all high and mighty as he spoke, explaining that the prison was entering into an agreement with Quinn Industries to help with their new research project. All of them were offered the same deal: a reduction in their sentence for participating in the study if they chose to volunteer. YC didn't consider it; his sentence was definitive, and the risk didn't seem worth the reward.
Within a few months, an entire section of the prison was walled off, the prison bustling with a bunch of lab coats and researchers, volunteers being shuffled from their rooms to their research. It was the most activity the prison had gotten in a while; YC couldn't help but watch, couldn't help but notice that all the lab coats had been given access cards. A dangerous plan started to form in his mind, one that could get him out of this hellhole. It was simple, really; all he would need was one of the access cards and a lab coat, and if he got lucky enough, he could just slip out without anyone being any the wiser. He was thinking it all through so carefully, he needed to be discreet, needed to not raise any alarms. Force wouldn't work; he would have to go back to his roots, pulling one last con to get himself out of here. And, he already had a target in mind. MC, a lab tech who had been helping with the study since the beginning. She was the perfect target: young, shy, a bit naive. All he needed to do was get close enough to her.
MC has always tried to help people. She had worked her ass off for the past few years in college, focusing solely on her studies to get where she wanted: Quinn Industries. It was her dream job working with he leading brand in medicine and technology. Especially to be working under Issac Windsor and his brilliant team of experts, even if it was as a lowly lab assistant. His personal invitation to work on the Arc project at Saint Vincent was what she had been waiting for since she started. The work was glamorous, running samples, interviewing volunteers, doing phlebotomies, and taking notes. But she knew that in the end, all of it would be better when the project would finally yield a breakthrough. Even if she didn't agree with some of the methods, she had faith in Dr. Windsor.
The newest batch of volunteers had come through, most of them not up to the standards of what Dr.Windsor was looking for. MC had been going through the motions with her interviews, already able to tell who would be rejected and accepted. But her last volunteer was different than the rest, she could feel it as he was brought in. He was a perfect candidate: tall, strong, well-built, a bit on the older side, but that wouldn't affect the result too much. Most of them were indifferent or rude, or made sleezy passes at her. He was different, warm and open, speaking to her with such ease that he had her warmed up to him right away. She even felt a little bad for approving him for the program; he was nice, and she knew that the process would be gruelling for him.
Months would pass, YC being plunged into the depths of the Arc trials, being subjected to various drug cocktails, tests and syringes. It was the worst few months of his life, but the entire time, he knew it would be worth it. Day after day, he was slowly breaking down MC's walls, getting her more comfortable around him. Escape was so close now that he could taste it on his tongue, but he could also feel a knot growing in his stomach. He hated to admit but he was growing fond of MC. She was a sweet girl, giving him special treatment, which also helped that she was beautiful, even if she couldn't tell. As much as he'd been chipping away at her walls, she had been doing the same to him, and he hadn't realized until it was too late. He couldn't turn back now, not that he was so close, and with the next phase of the approaching he would have to leave sooner or later.
MC had hated seeing YC suffer these past few months; he seemed like a good man. Ever since he joined the trial, she had been having trouble sleeping at night, worrying over him and the other subjects of the trial. This research was for the greater good, but it didn't feel like that anymore. Against better judgment, she started looking further into the project and the next phase she hadn't been allowed to witness. The truth was horrifying. Dr.Windsor wasn't trying to help people; instead, Project Arc was a military foray. His plan all along was to create an elite force of super soldiers using the prisoners, and in the final phase, make them obedient zombies that would only follow orders. It was inhumane, MC feeling sick knowing she had a part in this project. Shocked by the truth, she finds YC begging him to drop out of the trial before it's too late. But before she can explain, YC is whisked off for the final phase of the trial. MC can't stand the idea of what's going to happen to him, and against better judgment, knows she has to save him, has to get him out of this prison.
(Long read, I know, but it's important lol. I think the meat of the story would focus mostly on the breakout of the prison and their life on the run from the law. I think this one could be so much fun. I think it could be fun if he had the powers and the mind, and kind of resolves himself to being better by protecting her. And of course there's romance, I think a scene where they finally get together will be fun since it's been a damn long time since he's been with a woman lol.)
Within a few months, an entire section of the prison was walled off, the prison bustling with a bunch of lab coats and researchers, volunteers being shuffled from their rooms to their research. It was the most activity the prison had gotten in a while; YC couldn't help but watch, couldn't help but notice that all the lab coats had been given access cards. A dangerous plan started to form in his mind, one that could get him out of this hellhole. It was simple, really; all he would need was one of the access cards and a lab coat, and if he got lucky enough, he could just slip out without anyone being any the wiser. He was thinking it all through so carefully, he needed to be discreet, needed to not raise any alarms. Force wouldn't work; he would have to go back to his roots, pulling one last con to get himself out of here. And, he already had a target in mind. MC, a lab tech who had been helping with the study since the beginning. She was the perfect target: young, shy, a bit naive. All he needed to do was get close enough to her.
MC has always tried to help people. She had worked her ass off for the past few years in college, focusing solely on her studies to get where she wanted: Quinn Industries. It was her dream job working with he leading brand in medicine and technology. Especially to be working under Issac Windsor and his brilliant team of experts, even if it was as a lowly lab assistant. His personal invitation to work on the Arc project at Saint Vincent was what she had been waiting for since she started. The work was glamorous, running samples, interviewing volunteers, doing phlebotomies, and taking notes. But she knew that in the end, all of it would be better when the project would finally yield a breakthrough. Even if she didn't agree with some of the methods, she had faith in Dr. Windsor.
The newest batch of volunteers had come through, most of them not up to the standards of what Dr.Windsor was looking for. MC had been going through the motions with her interviews, already able to tell who would be rejected and accepted. But her last volunteer was different than the rest, she could feel it as he was brought in. He was a perfect candidate: tall, strong, well-built, a bit on the older side, but that wouldn't affect the result too much. Most of them were indifferent or rude, or made sleezy passes at her. He was different, warm and open, speaking to her with such ease that he had her warmed up to him right away. She even felt a little bad for approving him for the program; he was nice, and she knew that the process would be gruelling for him.
Months would pass, YC being plunged into the depths of the Arc trials, being subjected to various drug cocktails, tests and syringes. It was the worst few months of his life, but the entire time, he knew it would be worth it. Day after day, he was slowly breaking down MC's walls, getting her more comfortable around him. Escape was so close now that he could taste it on his tongue, but he could also feel a knot growing in his stomach. He hated to admit but he was growing fond of MC. She was a sweet girl, giving him special treatment, which also helped that she was beautiful, even if she couldn't tell. As much as he'd been chipping away at her walls, she had been doing the same to him, and he hadn't realized until it was too late. He couldn't turn back now, not that he was so close, and with the next phase of the approaching he would have to leave sooner or later.
MC had hated seeing YC suffer these past few months; he seemed like a good man. Ever since he joined the trial, she had been having trouble sleeping at night, worrying over him and the other subjects of the trial. This research was for the greater good, but it didn't feel like that anymore. Against better judgment, she started looking further into the project and the next phase she hadn't been allowed to witness. The truth was horrifying. Dr.Windsor wasn't trying to help people; instead, Project Arc was a military foray. His plan all along was to create an elite force of super soldiers using the prisoners, and in the final phase, make them obedient zombies that would only follow orders. It was inhumane, MC feeling sick knowing she had a part in this project. Shocked by the truth, she finds YC begging him to drop out of the trial before it's too late. But before she can explain, YC is whisked off for the final phase of the trial. MC can't stand the idea of what's going to happen to him, and against better judgment, knows she has to save him, has to get him out of this prison.
(Long read, I know, but it's important lol. I think the meat of the story would focus mostly on the breakout of the prison and their life on the run from the law. I think this one could be so much fun. I think it could be fun if he had the powers and the mind, and kind of resolves himself to being better by protecting her. And of course there's romance, I think a scene where they finally get together will be fun since it's been a damn long time since he's been with a woman lol.)
All her life MC has wanted to help people. It's why she spent the past 4 years in school, and going in debt to become a nurse. The job is thankless, long hours, difficult people, shit pay. But through all of that she finds a certain comfort in knowing she's helping people. And at the end of the day it's why she got into this work, to help those who need it, who can't help themselves. To her, if she can help one person better their lives then it would all be worth it.
Night shifts were always the worst, it was either busy as hell or dead. Tonight it was thankfully dead, MC doing the rounds with a calm ease, chatting with patients and colleagues. It was peaceful almost, here in the dead of night. But in an instant that calm and peace is disturbed. 2 men rushing into the ER, one wielding a gun, making demands while holding the other up. Both of their hands bloodied, one man gripping his side where a wound bleeds profusely. Everyone is stunned, this quiet night quickly turning to hell as the one man demands help. MC can't decide if it's stupid or brave as she volunteers her help, but on one condition: they leave the hospital and the people here alone. The men agree, so long as she helps them out and she agrees as well. After a quick patch job in the ER, they head out, hijacking an ambulance and driving away from the hospital. Her quiet now ending with her a hostage, trying to treat a bullet wound with the resources in the ambulance. All the while the man drives like a mad man, rushing past buildings to god knows where. With a lot of effort and some quick thinking she gets the wounded man stabilized. She thinks her work is over, that she can wash her hands clean of this. But the man, YC, refuses to let her go, wanting to ensure his brother (also YC, doubling up situation) makes it. She has no choice, especially as he handcuffs her, keeping her a prisoner in their safe house. Playing nurse to criminals, both of them slowly becoming more tempting as the days pass and the more she learns about them, about the bank robbery that went wrong. About the money they have stashed away. MC is playing a dangerous game, and she doesn't know whether it would better to win or lose.
(Criminals and captive situation, love this idea! So juicy, so intense, so much drama and fun all at once! Two males, will be a doubling up situation, but of course we can figure out those details further to how it will go )
Night shifts were always the worst, it was either busy as hell or dead. Tonight it was thankfully dead, MC doing the rounds with a calm ease, chatting with patients and colleagues. It was peaceful almost, here in the dead of night. But in an instant that calm and peace is disturbed. 2 men rushing into the ER, one wielding a gun, making demands while holding the other up. Both of their hands bloodied, one man gripping his side where a wound bleeds profusely. Everyone is stunned, this quiet night quickly turning to hell as the one man demands help. MC can't decide if it's stupid or brave as she volunteers her help, but on one condition: they leave the hospital and the people here alone. The men agree, so long as she helps them out and she agrees as well. After a quick patch job in the ER, they head out, hijacking an ambulance and driving away from the hospital. Her quiet now ending with her a hostage, trying to treat a bullet wound with the resources in the ambulance. All the while the man drives like a mad man, rushing past buildings to god knows where. With a lot of effort and some quick thinking she gets the wounded man stabilized. She thinks her work is over, that she can wash her hands clean of this. But the man, YC, refuses to let her go, wanting to ensure his brother (also YC, doubling up situation) makes it. She has no choice, especially as he handcuffs her, keeping her a prisoner in their safe house. Playing nurse to criminals, both of them slowly becoming more tempting as the days pass and the more she learns about them, about the bank robbery that went wrong. About the money they have stashed away. MC is playing a dangerous game, and she doesn't know whether it would better to win or lose.
(Criminals and captive situation, love this idea! So juicy, so intense, so much drama and fun all at once! Two males, will be a doubling up situation, but of course we can figure out those details further to how it will go )
MCs life has never been hers. Ever since the moment she was born her life had been predetermined. Who she would be, what she would do, who she would marry. All of it planned to a tee by her parents. That's what it meant to be a Kovolenko. It was what she was taught all her life, to obey and follow what path was laid out for her. It didn't matter if she hated dance class when she was young, her parents wished her to be a ballerina and they got their way. It didn't matter that she hated the smug bastard she had been engaged to, her parents wanted it so she would comply. She knew by now that fighting was worthless. Being a Kovalenko meant holding yourself to a certain standard, meant showing the world only the best side of yourself. And if you failed, you faced the consequences.
The Kovalenko family is loaded, its simple fact. Large mansion, designer clothes, luxury cars and priceless jewelry. But all that wealth, all that acclaim puts a target on one's back. Their family had been targeted over the years many a times. MC has lived her life with a revolving door of bodyguards that she barely even notices when a new one comes.
YC has been in this business for a while. He's seen it all, dealt with pretty much more shit than you can imagine. Every client is the same, some rich asshole who thinks their life is danger and needs a big beefy guy to feel safe. And YC fits the bill perfectly, has the military training to back it up to keep him cozy. The firm he's been working for was alright, but after punching his last client, who was a dick, in the face he was dropped from the agency. Trying to freelance it, the jobs had been sparse and haven't paid that well. But a chance run in with an old mentor had changed things around. He got a job offer to guard some heiress ballerina alongside him. Pay was too damn good to pass up, so he agreed. He's guarded an heiresses or two before, knew what to expect. Some snotty, entitled rich chick who thinks that because daddy pays his salary means she can boss him around. But all of his expectations were tossed in the garbage the moment he met MC. She was kind, quiet, composed. Seemingly perfect in every way, but he could start to see the cracks in her porcelain. Beneath it all he can see glimpses of who she is, especially when she is not around her family.
The sudden tragedy of losing his mentor and her guard is a targeted attack starts to bring them closer. Both of them crossing lines that they were never allowed to before. And the faster they fall, the harder the fallout will be when the world finds out.
The Kovalenko family is loaded, its simple fact. Large mansion, designer clothes, luxury cars and priceless jewelry. But all that wealth, all that acclaim puts a target on one's back. Their family had been targeted over the years many a times. MC has lived her life with a revolving door of bodyguards that she barely even notices when a new one comes.
YC has been in this business for a while. He's seen it all, dealt with pretty much more shit than you can imagine. Every client is the same, some rich asshole who thinks their life is danger and needs a big beefy guy to feel safe. And YC fits the bill perfectly, has the military training to back it up to keep him cozy. The firm he's been working for was alright, but after punching his last client, who was a dick, in the face he was dropped from the agency. Trying to freelance it, the jobs had been sparse and haven't paid that well. But a chance run in with an old mentor had changed things around. He got a job offer to guard some heiress ballerina alongside him. Pay was too damn good to pass up, so he agreed. He's guarded an heiresses or two before, knew what to expect. Some snotty, entitled rich chick who thinks that because daddy pays his salary means she can boss him around. But all of his expectations were tossed in the garbage the moment he met MC. She was kind, quiet, composed. Seemingly perfect in every way, but he could start to see the cracks in her porcelain. Beneath it all he can see glimpses of who she is, especially when she is not around her family.
The sudden tragedy of losing his mentor and her guard is a targeted attack starts to bring them closer. Both of them crossing lines that they were never allowed to before. And the faster they fall, the harder the fallout will be when the world finds out.
There is nothing more damning than being a witch. MC has known this fact all of her life. She had watched her mother and sisters burn, had seen covens torn apart by fearful, spiteful men. Even had the marks of a witch inked on her skin when it became law. Life wasn't easy, she had so little to her name, only her cart, her familiar and her mother's spellbook. It's all she ever needed, all she ever thought mattered in the world because she had never been allowed to want more. Her life had been spent on the road, bouncing from place to place, never sticking around long to find herself on the wrong side of the stake. There were some who were sympathetic, purchasing gifts, potions and readings from her. Others would have fun ridiculing her, chasing her out of village before she could stay long. It had been years since the war, but many still carried prejudice and hatred for her kind. She didn't take it personally, just kept her head down and kept moving.
Her travels bring her far and wide, and arriving in the city of Aurel was her latest stop for the next month or so. All had gone smoothly, she had made it inside without fuss or notice. Her cart was set up along with the other vendors and she was eager for a drink after her long travels. But, luck had never been on her side. Before she knew it she was cornered on her way back to her cart, two men throwing a sack over her head and tying her up. She was terrified, thinking she was going to die as she counted the hours that passed on their travels. Her only solace being her trusty familiar by her side as they rode to gods knows where. It all became a blur after a while until finally she was hoisted onto her feet, stumbling blindly, guided by tough hands. Forced to kneel at what she assumed was a butchers block as the hood came off. Taking a moment to adjust it was the first eat thing from her imaginings. She was in a castle, grand and lavish, kneeling before a king. Stern and stoic as he gives her an offer she simply couldn't refuse.
The king and his castle had been affected by a curse placed by a witch. One that is slowly destroying him and his castle from the inside out. He wants MC to find a way to cure his curse, in exchange he will give her riches beyond belief. If she refuses she dies, if she fails to cure him in a year she dies. If she tries to escape or kill him, she dies. With very little options, she agrees to help the king.
(I love this plot. It's meant to be a riff on like beauty and the beast in a way but with a few twists. A lot of the tension will of course come from their personal session trying out differnt concoctions to try and cure him. I think we could have a lot of fun with the certain ways some of the ingredients might affect him. As well as him having to fight with that monstrous side of him as it vies for control. Especially since the curse affects him at night, making him man by daylight, beast by night. So much fun! So much drama!)
Her travels bring her far and wide, and arriving in the city of Aurel was her latest stop for the next month or so. All had gone smoothly, she had made it inside without fuss or notice. Her cart was set up along with the other vendors and she was eager for a drink after her long travels. But, luck had never been on her side. Before she knew it she was cornered on her way back to her cart, two men throwing a sack over her head and tying her up. She was terrified, thinking she was going to die as she counted the hours that passed on their travels. Her only solace being her trusty familiar by her side as they rode to gods knows where. It all became a blur after a while until finally she was hoisted onto her feet, stumbling blindly, guided by tough hands. Forced to kneel at what she assumed was a butchers block as the hood came off. Taking a moment to adjust it was the first eat thing from her imaginings. She was in a castle, grand and lavish, kneeling before a king. Stern and stoic as he gives her an offer she simply couldn't refuse.
The king and his castle had been affected by a curse placed by a witch. One that is slowly destroying him and his castle from the inside out. He wants MC to find a way to cure his curse, in exchange he will give her riches beyond belief. If she refuses she dies, if she fails to cure him in a year she dies. If she tries to escape or kill him, she dies. With very little options, she agrees to help the king.
(I love this plot. It's meant to be a riff on like beauty and the beast in a way but with a few twists. A lot of the tension will of course come from their personal session trying out differnt concoctions to try and cure him. I think we could have a lot of fun with the certain ways some of the ingredients might affect him. As well as him having to fight with that monstrous side of him as it vies for control. Especially since the curse affects him at night, making him man by daylight, beast by night. So much fun! So much drama!)
All of her life, MC has been steadfast and devoted to her god. She had been groomed for years to be the perfect priestess, pure, demure, well mannered. Until that childish facade came crashing down one day. Her leader was a false prophet, taking in children in hopes of selling them off to the highest bidder all in his hopes for power. In a moment all she had believed came crashing down. And with it the the knowledge that she would be sold off soon to become the bride of some horrid warlord. She couldn't stay here, couldn't marry. One of the other women feeling for her tells her of a sanctuary, one where she could be safe. The journey would be long and hard and she would need help to reach the sanctuary. Before she was to be wed she escapes the temple she had called home all of her life, taking what little she had and fleeing. The sanctuary is less than what she expected, and the protection they offer far from what she wanted.
YC is trying to atone. A disgraced knight, exiled from his kingdom he thinks he find forgiveness in a god he doesn't really believe in. He isn't sure what he'll find, but he hopes for a bit of purpose. What he wasn't expecting was a wife. He never planned on getting married, but when one of the priestess asked for his help he agreed. He didn't think it would be helping some runaway by marrying her. It seemed to be the last thing she wanted either, but she still went through with it and so did he. Even if it isn't what he wanted, he will stay true to his vows. He will love her in the bright of day and protect her in the dark of night.
Note: although this is written with a fantasy setting in mind, I am also open to the idea of doing something modern with a few tweaks to the plot!
(I LOVE an arranged marriage and think this could be and interesting take. Especially with how different their lives are comparably to each other. I think this one could be fun. She's a pure little priestess who likes to think the best in people. He's a hardened knight who is weathered by the world. I think it could be really interesting to see the progress of their relationship as they get closer and closer. And I think that we can definitely have some fun when the warlord comes searching for what he thinks is his)
YC is trying to atone. A disgraced knight, exiled from his kingdom he thinks he find forgiveness in a god he doesn't really believe in. He isn't sure what he'll find, but he hopes for a bit of purpose. What he wasn't expecting was a wife. He never planned on getting married, but when one of the priestess asked for his help he agreed. He didn't think it would be helping some runaway by marrying her. It seemed to be the last thing she wanted either, but she still went through with it and so did he. Even if it isn't what he wanted, he will stay true to his vows. He will love her in the bright of day and protect her in the dark of night.
Note: although this is written with a fantasy setting in mind, I am also open to the idea of doing something modern with a few tweaks to the plot!
(I LOVE an arranged marriage and think this could be and interesting take. Especially with how different their lives are comparably to each other. I think this one could be fun. She's a pure little priestess who likes to think the best in people. He's a hardened knight who is weathered by the world. I think it could be really interesting to see the progress of their relationship as they get closer and closer. And I think that we can definitely have some fun when the warlord comes searching for what he thinks is his)
Anyways, those are my roles! I will probably have some more eventually, but for now this is it. Hopefully something caught your eye, and you want to try it out.
I look forward to hearing for you :)
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