I'm craving some new M/M roleplays currently and had some ideas ready that I'm going to put at the end of this post. Currently I'm mostly looking for historical and fantasy settings for my roleplays, but I do have a few modern day (and even futuristic) plot ideas as well if that's more up your alley.
There are a few things I'm more generally looking for when I'm writing with a partner:
1. Longer replies are preferred, I usually write a minimum of just about 500 words (of course I'm not going to be checking the word count of every reply, but I get easily bored with one or two line replies). I can go up to 1500 words or very occasionally more if there's enough to reply to. Of course this also depends on the scene; for example dialogue heavy scenes are shorter.
2. Planning and OOC chat are a yes for me. I like to know where the story is going and that we're both enjoying what's happening, so talking about the plot and kinks is important for me. We don't need to plan out every little detail if you're not into it, but having the important plot points and such figured out is preferable.
3. I write in 3rd person, past or present tense. I don't particularly enjoy 1st person roleplays. I also prefer a proper plot to go with sex, so I'm not looking for a roleplay that's only/for the most part focused on sex.
4. While I appreciate open discussion about kinks and limits in relation to the roleplay, I'm not here to talk about my real life sex life or interests. So please don't be creepy about it <.< this includes questions like "are you getting turned on by this sex scene we're writing?" and anything similar.
5. I only play sub/bottom characters. I've tried playing dominant and switch characters and it's not fun for me, but this does not mean that my characters have no other personality than "blushing-crying-sub".
6. I wish both of us can carry the roleplay and plot forward. Lingering on scenes and letting our characters live in the moment is important of course, instead of simply breezing through scenes too quickly, but it's equally important for both of us to be able to carry the story forward instead of one of us only always writing reactive posts.
That's pretty much it! If you're still interested in roleplaying with me, read on.
Even though I said earlier I'm not looking for a roleplay that's only focused on sex, I do want it to be a considerable part of the roleplay. There are a few things I'm looking for in particular in terms of it:
- Dom/sub dynamics, not only in the bedroom but also as a part of the whole relationship dynamic
- Femboy/crossdressing (on my character's part). Also forced crossdressing/sissification is something I'm into.
- Praise kink and reinforced "gender" roles between our characters (as in making my character act in a traditionally feminine way/do "feminine" things)
- Dub-con and humiliation. My character being humiliated at first to be put in a submissive role, but also being turned on by it. I'm not into straight up non-con between our main characters, but it's not out of the question as a plot point (for example between one main character and a side character).
- Forced chastity/orgasm control & denial.
Here is my f-list in case you want to take a look at my other kinks and limits. These are not mandatory if there's something you don't like that I've mentioned above, but I'd be happy if we can at least include some of them. Crossdressing with some humiliation in particular is a big one for me and something I enjoy greatly, so if it's not your cup of tea please let me know.
Anyway! As for the plots I'm interested in doing, I'll first list some themes below that I enjoy in my rps and you can also suggest plots if you have any ideas of your own, then I'll list some of the plots I had in mind and last I'll include also a few starters I've already written out for plots I'm particularly excited about so you can also check out my writing style if you'd like.
Themes and settings:
- Historical settings - Fantasy settings - Enemies (to friends) to lovers - Arranged marriages - Gradually catching feelings for each other - Supernatural (anything from demons to werewolves) - A/B/O - "Didn't mean to fall in love but here we are and now we're fucked" - Fake relationships turn into real feelings - Either one of them is deep in the closet and/or in denial or genuinely thinks he's straight until meeting the other - Drama and tragedy, but sprinkled with just the right amount of fluffy scenes in between. I enjoy tastefully written dark themes as well, but I'd prefer our characters to not be completely miserable 24/7 :') Just some of my favorites here, there's a lot more I like in roleplays of course. But I wanted to give some ideas/thoughts to give you an idea of what we could possibly do with the plot.
Then on to the plots I had in mind! (YC = your character, MC = my character)
The Romans came and conquered, land after land and territory after territory. Our characters used to live in a decently sized Saxon/Gaul/ Thracian village, YC a young warrior and MC a hunter, a farmer's son. They were only a few years apart in age so it was natural they would have played together as children, trained together as teenagers. Captured by the invading Romans into slavery, they were separated on the markets and bought by different masters. YC became a gladiator, a champion of the arena, celebrated and adored by the audiences. MC had a very different fate, one of a pleasure slave, molded into the likes of his Roman master.
Years pass and they believe everyone from their clan to have died either in the mines, on the sands of the arena or executed for attempting to escape. Until one day YC's master buys MC from his current master and they are reunited. As they begin to familiarize themselves again with who each of them has become in the past years of captivity, a plan of escape forms somewhere deep in their minds. A plan of freedom they hadn't dared to dream of before.
The kingdom is torn by civil war and ravaged by famine, every able-bodied man conscripted into the king's army to fight against the rebelling forces trying to overthrow the monarchy. Those who refuse do so under threat of death and have no choice but to flee and join the rebellion. YC is a young general in the king's army sent to MC's city to oversee the conscription and investigate the rumors of the villagers helping the rebellion. MC's father and older brother had been among the first to volunteer for the king's army some years ago and, similarly, among the first to die. MC's mother withered away, died of a broken heart, and left MC alone to tend to their farm outside the city.
MC knew he'd never survive through a single battle if he was forced to sign up, so he forged a letter of proof that both sons of the family had already died and disguised himself as the daughter and only surviving member of the family. Catching YC's interest was the last thing he needed in his life right at that moment.
YC is a pirate captain feared for his ruthless ways upon the seas. MC is a prince of a small but prosperous kingdom, set to marry a foreign princess against his wishes. On his voyage to finalize the marriage treaty, his ship is set upon by YC's pirates and MC is taken as a hostage to be returned on a ransom. He never thought having a little fun with his royal guest would turn into feelings though, and the choice between returning MC like agreed upon and running away with him with the royal navy in their pursuit is a difficult one.
YC is the second-in-command, the son of a mafia leader, set to assume his father's position in time. MC is an undercover cop sent on an assignment to bring down YC's family. He's managed to infiltrate the ranks and rise from a goffer to a lieutenant, but he needs to find a way to get closer to YC to gather more intel. That chance presents itself when he manages to impress YC enough for him to want to personally mentor MC. Neither of them thought there would be an attraction between the two of them, but after a night spent together they find themselves re-evaluating their entire relationship.
Only, MC finds he doesn't know if he's doing this only for the job anymore. Navigating a relationship when YC would no doubt have him killed if he knew who MC really was proves to be more difficult than he ever imagined.
YC has been investigating an art theft/fraud ring for a while now. MC is the department's most established expert on fraudulent art. They have been cleared for a one evening undercover job to attend a gallery opening where they have intel the leader of the crime ring is going to be. They never thought they'd actually get to speak to the leader, let alone intrigue them enough to be invited to a more exclusive gallery opening as guests. The problem? Their cover is being a young couple about to move in together with a shared love for art. And in reality they can't stand each other.
This is a rare opportunity however, one to try to get into the inner circles of the crime ring like they probably could never again. And our characters will just have to pretend to get along as they're thrust into a longer undercover job they never had expected.
MC, the firstborn son of a duke, finds his twin sister in the family way - unmarried and disgraced. The family can't afford such a weighty scandal, his sister ruined forever if anyone were to ever find out about it. MC has always been scorned by his parents for not being the heir they wanted, while his sister adored by them for being nothing short of perfect. She's beautiful, well-mannered, accomplished in the arts, in several languages and a master of conversation. She was supposed to be presented to the good society that year, to be announced ready for marriage and they all knew she would marry on her very first social season. There would be no shortage of suitors, to say the least, especially with the rumors going around of the duke meaning to leave his lands and title to the future son-in-law rather than his own son.
This social season is the one when YC, a self-made man of wealth but lacking a title of the peerage, has decided he will find himself a wife. A pretty little thing to hold on his arm, one who will give him that much coveted title. He, too, has heard the rumors of the duke's intentions and knows if wooing her will not win him her hand, then compromising her will. Delaying MC's sister's coming out to society by a year would raise unwanted questions for MC's family, so when she is sent out to the countryside to discreetly carry out the rest of her pregnancy, MC is roped into taking her place.
As if pretending to be his sister didn't already sound difficult enough, their entire good family name would be ruined if anyone were to discover the daughter presented was actually MC. When YC by chance finds out the truth, he realises forcing a marriage to MC is his chance to achieve everything he aspired for.
When the virus began to spread, MC was - in his own words - between jobs and apartments. He should've been among the first to be attacked when people began turning into the living dead. Somehow, with luck, he managed to survive long enough to run into a group of people who agreed to take him in. These people had been thought crazy before the virus, a cult that prepared for the end times, but now that everyone else was scrambling for survival, they were prepared. It seemed too good to be true, but MC went with them anyway.
YC served in the army when all hell broke loose. He was at the forefront of trying to stop it, but eventually governments fell and the troops scattered. He had a group of good men to survive with, but now, two years later, he's the last one left. Being alone means death, so YC is actively looking for other survivors he can join when he comes across the community MC has spent these past two years with. On the outside everything looks almost perfect - and they welcome YC to come with them as someone who's a trained fighter. YC finds quickly the community demands everyone do their own part, everyone needs to have a role in the community or they can't be there.
MC has found his role as the... entertainment to those who want it. Despite MC's subtle warnings to find somewhere else, YC stays. And soon finds perhaps people, sometimes, are even scarier than the zombies roaming outside. Our characters plan to escape the cult they've been sucked into together, but it's tough surviving out there with just the two of them.
Ever since the war that nearly ended humanity, people have been living in small communities secluded from each other. These communities are often run by a very select few, the rich and powerful, who run their communities with an iron fist and only very occasionally communicate between each other. MC is the son of one of their community's leaders, spoiled, living in luxury and oblivious to how the common people live every day. YC grew up in the slums, the lowest of the low.
Everyone goes through a test that has three parts at certain ages and the results of the test determine one's place in society. The first test, held upon graduating middle school, leaves 2/3rds of the people to work the menial jobs, the hard labor, while 1/3rd goes on to high school. At the end of high school, again 2/3rds of these people get regular office-level jobs and get to live in relative comfort while 1/3rd goes on to university and have a chance at really becoming something in life. One of the few who get to live in comfort and luxury. The last test appoints these people's jobs and places in society and it is the next step for both MC and YC.
Against all expectations, MC fails the last test miserably while YC scores the highest of all those who take the test this year. MC has already secured himself a comfortable life by making it this far, but for someone who grew up in such luxury it'll never be enough. YC sees the perfect opportunity to humiliate MC for the years of humiliation and torment MC and the other privileged kids put him through and makes MC an offer he can't refuse.
And as promised, lastly I have a few starters already written up for some of these plots that I'm particularly excited about! Find them below if you want to take a look. Also, as mentioned, if you want to suggest a plot of your own or if you want to tweak any of these ideas I had, I'm totally up for plotting something new as well.
If you find yourself interested in roleplaying with me, shoot me a PM ^^
Starters:
The blistering heat of the summer sun had even the toughest man seeking out shade, a way to get some relief from the punishing heat of the humid Roman air. It was at times like these when Aquila begrudgingly thought he was more fortunate than many other slaves, being allowed inside the cool house of his master. Not made to struggle with harsh physical labour or as the gladiators, train all day in the sweltering heat without break, not forced to stay outside, not made to take care of the master's children regardless of his own needs or do chores in town, where the smell of human waste, sweat and dirt never ceased on such hot days. No, all he was to do was to look pretty and make sure his master was as comfortable as a man could ever be.
In the years following his capture, he had often cursed his fate, cursed all the gods, his own and the Roman ones he knew of, for letting it happen. For being made to give up the right to his own body, the right to decide who sought pleasure from him. With wounds from the battle preceding his capture, Aquila had almost met his death on the boat sailing across the seas from their lands to Rome. He had been in horrid shape, bad enough to already accept and welcome his death with sadness in his heart and longing to see the fertile lands of his clan and the green, lush forests around his home town once more. But it seemed the god of death didn't want his soul yet, because as he watched his clan brothers and sisters perish and pass to the next world in conditions not fit even for an animal, his breath would not leave him. He could not follow them.
It was a miracle in itself he had made it to Rome at all. With their arrival, Caio had been introduced to many a lannista. The slavers had tried to sell him to fight in the arenas, to train as a gladiator. "Small, this one, but swift. Quick and young", they had said, though Caio could not understand their strange language, "Puts up a good fight, certainly." Not that they would know. He had been the son of a hunter, a farmer, not a warrior; Caio had known how to wield a sword, barely, how to use an axe. But he was no warrior, he did not know how to fight, how to read his opponent or attack without leaving himself wide open to another's attack. It was his last day on the market, the day before he would be sold to some mine to be worked to death, when someone finally saw something in him.
His first master, Lucius Gaius Aetius, had paid a fair price for him even when he did not speak their language nor did he intend Caio to fight, to bring him glory and money on the arena. The elderly man had looked at him, as if weighing him from head to toe, and he had said, "Your name is Aquila, now."
And that was when Caio died. His old identity ceased to exist, a new one by the name of Aquila emerging to take care of his master's needs, to spread his legs when he was so ordered to do, to let his master touch him whenever he saw fit. Perhaps this was the life the gods had chosen for Aquila, but he did not make it easy for them. A vicious circle began, of insubordination and punishment, for years. It was in this new environment that Aquila finally discovered why he had not died on that boat on the way to Rome; his will to live, to survive, was stronger than that of many others. If he was to spend the rest of his life in chains, humiliated and treated worse than an animal, Aquila at least wanted his death to be a good one. He needed something to show the gods he deserved good judgement to pass on into the afterlife.
It was this will, strong instinctive need to survive that kept him alive through the worst days when he held a knife to his wrist, his cheeks streaked with tears and his body sore and aching from yet another punishment. It was his will to someday have something better that kept him from going insane when he was shackled to a bed or left to suffer in a blindingly dark cell for days on end, awaiting his next punishment. It was his simple stubbornness that kept him trying to escape, trying to resist each time, even with knowledge that he would be caught and punished again.
Aquila believed it was that stubbornness and refusal to break even with the harshest of beatings that finally ended his master's interest in him. Had he still been the same person he was when Lucius Gaius Aetius had bought him, he would have felt awfully sorry for the poor creature that would replace him as the man's pleasure slave. Romans loved to call them barbarians, but he was sure most of them acted more inhumane than any barbarian he had met in his life. Ruthless and self-righteous - a lesson hard learned, but Aquila had learned that is what Romans were. Monsters more than humans, who used others for their own gain with no mind to the lives lost in the process.
Caio had worn his feelings on his sleeve, ready to show himself to the world. Aquila locked them away so deep he himself did not always know how to let himself feel anymore. How to be anything but numb and unfeeling. It was better to not feel than it was to be in pain each day, to feel the despair and shame of what he had been forced to become.
His once tan skin had lost some of its color from years spent inside since his capture, his once short hair, blonde like dry hay, had grown out at the order of his first master. It now reached the mid of his back, half of the silken strands tied up in elaborate braids. Once, long ago, his frame had been healthy with lean muscle beneath his skin, developed over years of hunting and helping at their farm, but now he was soft and almost frail. Lucius Gaius Aetius had shaped him into what he wanted, more fragile, less masculine and over the years he had succeeded.
A new master had bought him for his gladiators to enjoy as a reward. After all, he was beautiful enough, but he could not accidentally bear their children. Marcus Livius Thirinious was a confusing man. Perhaps not only because the man did not leer and grope at him like he was only a piece of meat for his own pleasure, but because his voice was gentle as he spoke, calm and reassuring. He didn't bark orders at him. He talked to him, like a human being, like he wasn't a slave to be used. It made Aquila even more suspicious of the man. No Roman had treated him with kindness since he arrived in this godforsaken empire six years ago. Not unless they wanted something from him.
Now, after having been allowed some days of rest and time to heal, only having had to do light work such as fetch wine for his master and mistress or do the mistress' hair in the mornings, Marcus Livius Thirinious finally requested him to tend to one of his gladiators. Aquila had known it would be coming, he wasn't free of this yet, but he had hoped he would be allowed more time.
Dressed in a plain, dark red robe of what was supposed to be the attire of a house slave, Aquila made his way down to the private room of the champion. He had heard a lot about this gladiator; how he had survived the pits and the arena for this long, rising to the honored position of champion. His new master had even told him he was of the same origin as Aquila himself. For the first time since his enslavement, Aquila found himself curious about a man he was told to pleasure for the night. A swift knock to the wooden door announced his presence to the gladiator before Aquila stepped in.
If in his time of service he had learned anything, it was the art of allure. How to speak, how to move, how to look at someone. How to smile or even how to stand to make himself desirable. Aquila's voice was rich, gentle like flowing honey as he said, "Master has sent me to be your reward for a battle well won." His brilliant blue eyes were fixed on the ground as a sign of respect, but also for the fact he had picked up on over the years that gladiators generally seemed to desire soft, coy partners. Shy, but not too shy. Gentle, but someone who could take what they were given.
"How would you want me?", he asked, starting to slip the strap of his robes off his shoulder, finally glancing up at the man before him. His body froze, his veins ran cold with ice and he was sure, for a moment, his heart stopped.
He knew that face.
The duke of Tamsworth was a serious man. A respected man. He did not participate in foolery and frolicking of the same kind many a man with title did, kept his finances in order and always paid his debts. He was a sly man, and for it he was feared as much as he was revered.
Never would it have crossed the minds of the members of ton in attendance at the season opening ball, traditionally held by the old, widowed lady Garleigh, that the beautiful thing on the duke's arm tonight was not his adored daughter, but his scorned son and heir. Certainly, there was nothing that gave it away; from the dark, cascading locks carefully pinned up in a crown braid, the locks of silken hair that fell freely down his shoulders curled expertly - jewels and shiny powder in his hair making him sparkle and glow like one of the princesses from the fairytales that he and his sister used to read - to the beautiful blue gown that had no doubt been made by the finest modiste in town, extravagant in its silken luxury and yet radiating elegance.
To all of them it was clear it was Emily Griffiths, no doubt one of the season's most sought after debutantes, who clung to her father's arm for protection at her very first high society attendance. A young, talented, well-mannered and most beautiful thing she was said to be and surely tonight there weren't many who outshone her beauty. The graceful line of her neck, the slim and yet healthy figure of her body and her delicate facial features had always attracted potential suitors, who much to their chagrin could not court the young lady previously. Her introduction to high society had been long awaited, indeed.
Little did they know the true Miss Griffiths was currently at the Griffiths manor in the country, the duchess nerve-wrecked at home in their city residence awaiting a letter from her daughter on her delicate condition and too distraught to attend any social events, and indeed, the soft beauty present at the ball was Amé Griffiths, future duke of Tamsworth.
Amé had not dared utter a word all evening. He could feel the ire radiating from his father, and it certainly did nothing to calm the churning fear and worry in his chest. One hand tightly grasping his father's arm and the other holding a fine fan of soft, white feathers, fanning at his heated face in controlled and precise movements, Amé tried to keep his eyes anywhere but on the duke.
"Remember, do not speak to anyone too much", James grunted at him quietly, obviously fighting a frown as he nodded at a couple walking past them, "Be pleasant, but do not overly encourage anyone." Amé fought a roll of his eyes. He had been reminded so many times to be desirable, but to keep his distance that one would think he was either hard of hearing or lacking the mental capacity to understand the words. He was not a simpleton, no matter what his father might have thought.
"Yes, I am well aware", was his hushed response, as he cast a charming smile at a gentleman who seemed to be looking their way. It was nothing but luck, or perhaps the glowering glare of Lord James Griffiths, that no one had asked him to the dancefloor as of yet. Amé was quite an excellent dancer, even if he did say so himself, but dancing the woman's part was yet something he felt he might slip up in. Dark blue eyes swept over the room once more. "I'm quite parched", he said, looking up at his father, "Shall we at least get a drink?"
They had done nothing but stand at the edge of the room all evening. It was not that he particularly wanted to join the revelries, but standing in one place in the heels and the too tight corset he had been forced to wear made him feel light-headed. He wondered to himself how it was that women breathed, when it felt as though their insides were being squeezed out of them by a corset. Before James could answer him, another figure joined them from across the room.
Amé lowered his eyes quickly, shyly glancing at the new addition to their company from below dark lashes. His breath caught momentarily, when his gaze was met by that of the worst rake in town. Perhaps it was a good thing his sister was not here tonight after all, Amé thought to himself. He had heard the name of this man whispered in conversations between his father and his business partners, in passing, but with what could be called worry. The duke was not easily intimidated, so Amé could only assume this man was as ruthless in business as he was with the attentions he gave to the poor women who fell into his trap.
"Good evening, sir", he curtsied politely, having been taught the proper form by his mother, voice soft and curious as he made polite small-talk, "A most lovely evening, is it not? The ice sculptures are particularly stunning."
I'm looking for some new roleplays to start up and am currently craving historical settings and plots with a lot of drama, romance and possibly some fantasy as well. I write mostly M/M pairings, so that would be the preferred pairing option for me. I enjoy a plot-heavy story with plenty of character development and many plot-twists, but I am looking for someone who is also comfortable including sex to go with the plot.
There are a few things I wish from my partner to make the roleplay more enjoyable:
1. Grammar, punctuation and spelling - I don't require 100% perfect English, and it isn't my native language either so there will be some mistakes, but it's much more pleasant to write with someone who I can at least understand what they're trying to say.
2. Mutual understanding that daily replies aren't necessary - I can't be online every day and I don't expect my partner to reply right away either. Sometimes it might take me 3-5 days to reply. I try to let my partners know if I'll be gone for longer than 5 days though.
3. Equal contribution to the story and it's progress - It's much nicer for both of us if we both contribute our ideas to the plot/world of the rp and keep the story moving forward in our replies instead of one of us only writing reactive posts. Sometimes it's good to write a reactive post so we can fully enjoy the scene going on instead of breezing through it at the speed of lightning, but when a scene comes to an end I think we'll both appreciate our partner knowing when to take the lead and move on to the next scene.
4. OOC chat - I don't require daily OOC talk if it's not hugely your thing, but I do like plotting ahead a bit and talking about what our characters are going to get up to. It helps keep me interested in the story and I feel more comfortable writing my replies when I at least somewhat know what's going to happen. We don't need to plan out every little interaction and detail, but some general plot line is appreciated. I also don't mind chatting OOC even when/if it takes one of us longer to reply to the actual rp, but that's not a requirement.
5. Communication - this is a huge thing for me that I wish my partners adhere to. If there's something you're not feeling in the rp, if I suggest something you're not into, if you want to take things in a different direction, if there's something you want to try out etc. I really hope you'll tell me and we can fix it. I'll do the same for you.
6. Sex - I only play sub/bottom characters when it comes to sex scenes. This doesn't mean my characters are the blushing maiden-in-distress types or cry at the drop of a hat, but I do not enjoy playing a dominant character when it comes to sex. I hope you'll respect this and honestly other than that I'm very open when it comes to kinks/settings/whatever you want to try out.
SO! Anyway, with that out of the way, I think I'll list out some themes and settings I'd like to include in the roleplay and we'll see if you find anything that catches your eye.
- Romance
- Supernatural (shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, merpeople, gods, angels/demons, whatever we can come up with)
- Fantasy settings
- Historical settings (favourites being medieval, ancient Rome, Renaissance, Victorian and Regency) !! Worth noting that I Do Not require or expect complete historical accuracy. I actually prefer historical fantasy settings so we'll have some creative freedom with it !!
- Enemies to lovers trope
- Forbidden love trope
- Arranged marriage
- Slow-burn romance and feelings developing over time (but not so slowly that we get bored <.<)
- Love triangles
- Drama and plot twists
- ABO dynamics and/or mpreg (of course not a requirement, but something I'd be happy to include)
The list goes on, but these are some of the themes and such that really are my bread and butter in a roleplay. If you feel like we'd be a good match for writing together, go on reading my plot ideas below! Or, if you have an idea of your own that you'd like to suggest, I'm open to that as well. I think before I write out my plot ideas though, I'll list some of the kinks that I'd like to include sex-wise as well.
- Dom/sub dynamics - Size differences (YC being bigger/larger than MC) - Rough sex, biting, hair pulling etc. - Humiliation/degradation (of MC) - Crossdressing (of MC. Not a requirement, but I'd be very happy if you would be up for including it!) - Pet names (preferably cute, but embarrassing ones. Especially feminising ones are fun) - Feminisation - Orgasm control/denial - Spanking/discipline
There's a lot more that we can discuss in PMs later, but just some favourites of mine and to give you some kind of a sense of what I'm looking for on that front. Either way, I'll now list some ideas that I've specifically been craving lately:
MC = my character, YC = your character
(Regency/Victorian/Renaissance setting, involves heavy crossdressing) MC is the only son of a duke, but has never been in favour with his father who sees him as an unworthy son. MC's twin sister has always been their parents' pride and joy, beautiful, talented, well-mannered and desired by suitors already before she has even come out into society. This year will be the year she makes her debut and everyone expects her to be married by the end of the social season. However, a mere month before the social season starts, the family find out she's pregnant, by a servant no less - a scandal that could ruin their family. MC's parents send her to live out in the country with only a few servants to keep her company until the baby is born, but can't think of a way to explain her sudden absence during the season she was supposed to debut in. MC's parents come up with a ludicrous scheme; MC must pretend to be his sister for the social season. Smile, act pretty, keep suitors interested - but not enough to propose yet - and keep the status quo until MC's sister comes back for the next season to secure herself a husband.
YC is a self-made man. Wealthy, but not titled. The good society looks down on him, but cannot afford to keep him from the events of the social season because of his wealth. He wants more, though. He wants a title, land, the respect of the upper society. This year is the year he's decided to get married. Any titled young lady will do, as long as they're above his status. And who better to set his sights on than the young, pretty daughter of a duke? Only a princess could top that. The daughter of a duke who, coincidentally, is not exactly fond of his only son. A duke who might decide the husband of his daughter deserves to inherit his title and lands more, to make her a duchess. YC is not above using blackmail or other dirty methods to get what he wants either, so when he discovers the humiliating secret the family is trying their best to hide, he believes he's got his future made for him. If YC marries MC, disguised as his sister, there is nothing the duke can do to stop him from getting that title in the end unless he wants YC to expose his family to horrible scandal. He did not expect to fall in love with the person he's effectively forcing to marry him, though.
(Medieval setting) MC is a general in the king's army. He's all the things that a proper knight should be; gallant, chivalrous, courageous and noble. YC is the leader of a fierce people to the north, people often feared and seen as savage killers. The war between the two countries has come to a precarious ceasefire while the king and YC negotiate for peace. YC demands for a noble lady to be sent to him as a token of their negotiated peace; everyone in MC's kingdom believes it is to sacrifice her in one of the brutally savage rituals they've heard of in tales and rumours. MC offers himself instead of an innocent lady to go. But when he gets to YC's lands, he finds out it was YC's intention to marry whoever would come to him, to strengthen the newly found bond between their countries.
(Ancient Rome) YC is a Roman commander sent to Britain as a punishment for a mistake he made. He doesn't know how long he's going to be forced to remain there, but he knows he'll do his very best to tame the wild people living in this rough country, a feat no one else has managed quite yet. Perhaps, if he proves himself, his career hasn't come to a complete standstill yet. It doesn't take long for YC to encounter the fierce resistance of the wildlings. He's wounded and escapes narrowly, but doesn't make it back to camp before collapsing. When he wakes up again, he's in a house - a cot, really - that is unfamiliar and smells of strange herbs. MC is not a fighter or a warrior. He's a healer, one who prefers to live a separate life from those living in the villages. He found YC collapsed in the woods and took him home, never one to leave an injured person behind, despite him being a Roman. An unlikely friendship forms between them and YC has to decide what to do with MC when he goes on his mission to conquer Britain. When he's eventually called back to Rome, YC finds he can't leave MC behind forever; a healer will be useful for his troops, too, and MC isn't given a choice on whether to come along or not. Now he needs to find a way to settle into the Roman way of life far away from home.
(Medieval/Renaissance setting) YC is a werewolf (or other were-creature/shapeshifter) whose pack has inhabited the lands they live on for generations. As the leader of the pack, he's responsible for keeping the peace with the human villagers and protecting the area from rival packs. One of these rival packs has expanded aggressively and begun to push onto their territory lately. YC's heard rumours they've started turning innocent humans without asking permission first, to force the newly turned creatures into their own pack. MC has just settled into the village not a month ago and one evening on his way home, he's attacked by the leader of YC's rival pack. He's bitten, just before YC gets there to chase his rival off. Now YC has a newly turned were-creature on his hands to worry about and MC has to get used to his new life, and try to fit in a tight-knit pack that hasn't had an outsider join them in many years. YC finds he feels particularly protective over the newcomer when the rival leader starts demanding he turn MC in to the other pack, since they're the ones who turned him. Eventually there might be no other option than to take MC as YC's mate to stop it from happening.
That's it for now, I'll add in more ideas as they come to me. I hope to hear from you (preferably by PM!) soon! :D
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