Y/n is far from a good girl. So what to do when she is shipped to the country side with a strict and religious mother? And a pastors son assigned to convert her? (Teen Y/n)
Y/n is far from a good girl. So what to do when she is shipped to the country side with a strict and religious mother? And a pastors son assigned to convert her? (Teen Y/n)
Y/n is an outcast among nobles, the crown princes interest is peaks and he begins to pursue her- to be her friend.. or more?
Y/n is an outcast among nobles, the crown princes interest is peaks and he begins to pursue her- to be her friend.. or more?
Y/n is a girl pretending to be a boy. She travels from kingdoms to kingdom as she has a very high bounty on her head. But… what happens if the crown prince captures her and wants to marry her?! He’s crazy(in love with you), you should escape quickly!(he wasn’t let you)
Y/n is a girl pretending to be a boy. She travels from kingdoms to kingdom as she has a very high bounty on her head. But… what happens if the crown prince captures her and wants to marry her?! He’s crazy(in love with you), you should escape quickly!(he wasn’t let you)
You and your twin brother never knew what it meant to be loved. Now, in the halls of House Delphine, a distant father and two older brothers slowly try to become the family you never had.
You and your twin brother never knew what it meant to be loved. Now, in the halls of House Delphine, a distant father and two older brothers slowly try to become the family you never had.
Misfortune has been following Y/n from birth. From her parents, to her situation.. nothing is good. It’s not a surprise she’s kicked out and sold at an auction. It is a surprise when she’s bought by the Grand Duke for his son. Is this more misery? Or perhaps a path to something new?
Misfortune has been following Y/n from birth. From her parents, to her situation.. nothing is good. It’s not a surprise she’s kicked out and sold at an auction. It is a surprise when she’s bought by the Grand Duke for his son. Is this more misery? Or perhaps a path to something new?
Traditional world, gender roles. Arranged marriage and rebel y/n
Y/n is a loner, a content one at that. Live the life of a beverage 15 year old who just so happens to enjoy solitude.
Y/n is a loner, a content one at that. Live the life of a beverage 15 year old who just so happens to enjoy solitude.
You’re the perfect wife. Christian, obedient, beautiful, caring, etc. you have a loving husband and 2 children.
You’re the perfect wife. Christian, obedient, beautiful, caring, etc. you have a loving husband and 2 children.
Y/n is a girl pretending to be a boy. She travels from kingdoms to kingdom as she has a very high bounty on her head. All is fine until she’s captured by the royal family who wants something with her. They’ll eventually warm up and it’ll be like a found family troupe with the prince as the love interest
Y/n is a girl pretending to be a boy. She travels from kingdoms to kingdom as she has a very high bounty on her head. All is fine until she’s captured by the royal family who wants something with her. They’ll eventually warm up and it’ll be like a found family troupe with the prince as the love interest
Life as a pregnant wife with a loving but sometimes violent husband in the 1890’s
Life as a pregnant wife with a loving but sometimes violent husband in the 1890’s
Be a chaotic good teen villain in the MHA world. Your motive? Bring back your musician father figure.
Be a chaotic good teen villain in the MHA world. Your motive? Bring back your musician father figure.
(Lowkey lazily made bot)
The lantern-lit halls of the courtesans’ district once felt like a second home to y/n, filled with soft music, drifting perfume, and the quiet comfort of familiarity she had shared growing up alongside courtesans she called big sisters, yet unlike the others, y/n never allowed herself to be swept into the life she had been raised for; her beauty alone drew attention without effort—silky hair framing a delicate face, eyes that seemed almost too expressive to belong to someone who refused to use them for charm—but no matter how many wealthy patrons requested her, she turned them away with a calm firmness that slowly hardened into something sharper, her polite refusals becoming cold dismissals, her patience wearing thin as men grew more insistent, until whispers began to spread among the house—she was wasting her potential, wasting their profit, wasting space; at first they tolerated her, believing she would eventually give in like all the others, but y/n never did, choosing instead to help quietly where she could, running errands, assisting when asked, yet always avoiding the very role she had been trained for, and that quiet defiance soon became an inconvenience they could no longer ignore; one evening, beneath the glow of hanging lanterns, she was summoned, the air thick with tension as the mistress of the house looked her over not with admiration, but with thinly veiled irritation, her voice smooth but unforgiving as she pointed out the obvious—y/n brought in nothing, contributed nothing of value in their eyes, and turned away too many potential clients—and despite the way a few of the other girls watched with sympathy, no one spoke up for her when the final decision was made; she was told to leave, just like that, her place in the only home she had known stripped away because she refused to sell herself, and though she kept her composure in that moment, stepping out into the night with what little she owned, the weight of it settled in soon after, the realization that she had nowhere to go, no one to rely on, her beauty now a burden rather than a gift as it drew unwanted attention in the unforgiving streets; days blurred together into hunger and exhaustion until she found herself curled in a narrow alley, the cold seeping into her bones as sleep threatened to take her, only for the faint sound of footsteps to cut through the silence, too close, too deliberate, and her instincts screamed at her to run, her body jolting upright as she tried to escape, but she was too slow, too tired, and rough hands grabbed her before she could get far, her breath stolen as panic surged and the world dissolved into darkness; when she awoke, the scent of incense and polished floors replaced the filth of the streets, and dread settled heavily in her chest as she realized the truth—she had been sold again, this time to the rear palace, a place where beauty was currency and obedience meant survival—but y/n refused to be controlled so easily, and though her sharp mind quickly took in her surroundings, noting every detail and every rule, she buried it all beneath a carefully crafted act, lowering her gaze, softening her presence, pretending to be nothing more than a dull, unremarkable servant who could barely read or understand, choosing invisibility over attention; yet beneath that fragile disguise, something restless lingered, and it would not stay hidden forever, because one day, something would happen—something that would force y/n to decide whether to keep pretending… or finally reveal the strength she had fought so hard to hide. She acted dumb and acted like she didn’t know how to read untill master jinshi started to come pity to the servant area to examine the new sold off girls because why not
The lantern-lit halls of the courtesans’ district once felt like a second home to y/n, filled with soft music, drifting perfume, and the quiet comfort of familiarity she had shared growing up alongside courtesans she called big sisters, yet unlike the others, y/n never allowed herself to be swept into the life she had been raised for; her beauty alone drew attention without effort—silky hair framing a delicate face, eyes that seemed almost too expressive to belong to someone who refused to use them for charm—but no matter how many wealthy patrons requested her, she turned them away with a calm firmness that slowly hardened into something sharper, her polite refusals becoming cold dismissals, her patience wearing thin as men grew more insistent, until whispers began to spread among the house—she was wasting her potential, wasting their profit, wasting space; at first they tolerated her, believing she would eventually give in like all the others, but y/n never did, choosing instead to help quietly where she could, running errands, assisting when asked, yet always avoiding the very role she had been trained for, and that quiet defiance soon became an inconvenience they could no longer ignore; one evening, beneath the glow of hanging lanterns, she was summoned, the air thick with tension as the mistress of the house looked her over not with admiration, but with thinly veiled irritation, her voice smooth but unforgiving as she pointed out the obvious—y/n brought in nothing, contributed nothing of value in their eyes, and turned away too many potential clients—and despite the way a few of the other girls watched with sympathy, no one spoke up for her when the final decision was made; she was told to leave, just like that, her place in the only home she had known stripped away because she refused to sell herself, and though she kept her composure in that moment, stepping out into the night with what little she owned, the weight of it settled in soon after, the realization that she had nowhere to go, no one to rely on, her beauty now a burden rather than a gift as it drew unwanted attention in the unforgiving streets; days blurred together into hunger and exhaustion until she found herself curled in a narrow alley, the cold seeping into her bones as sleep threatened to take her, only for the faint sound of footsteps to cut through the silence, too close, too deliberate, and her instincts screamed at her to run, her body jolting upright as she tried to escape, but she was too slow, too tired, and rough hands grabbed her before she could get far, her breath stolen as panic surged and the world dissolved into darkness; when she awoke, the scent of incense and polished floors replaced the filth of the streets, and dread settled heavily in her chest as she realized the truth—she had been sold again, this time to the rear palace, a place where beauty was currency and obedience meant survival—but y/n refused to be controlled so easily, and though her sharp mind quickly took in her surroundings, noting every detail and every rule, she buried it all beneath a carefully crafted act, lowering her gaze, softening her presence, pretending to be nothing more than a dull, unremarkable servant who could barely read or understand, choosing invisibility over attention; yet beneath that fragile disguise, something restless lingered, and it would not stay hidden forever, because one day, something would happen—something that would force y/n to decide whether to keep pretending… or finally reveal the strength she had fought so hard to hide. She acted dumb and acted like she didn’t know how to read untill master jinshi started to come pity to the servant area to examine the new sold off girls because why not
Misfortune has been following Y/n from birth. From her parents, to her situation.. nothing is good. It’s not a surprise she’s kicked out and put in an orphanage. It is a surprise when she’s adopted by the Grand Duke for his son. Is this more misery? Or perhaps a new stroke of luck.
Misfortune has been following Y/n from birth. From her parents, to her situation.. nothing is good. It’s not a surprise she’s kicked out and put in an orphanage. It is a surprise when she’s adopted by the Grand Duke for his son. Is this more misery? Or perhaps a new stroke of luck.
Class 1-A is practically a family! Reserved Y/n won’t join… so they’ll have to integrate her anyways!
Class 1-A is practically a family! Reserved Y/n won’t join… so they’ll have to integrate her anyways!
DCU, all heros are immobilized, Y/n has to face off with a powerful alien on her own… how to proceed?
DCU, all heros are immobilized, Y/n has to face off with a powerful alien on her own… how to proceed?
Batfamily meets street kid/gangster y/n
Y/n was genius using her intellect for the villains of Gotham until Batman caught up with her. He adopts her and now it’s the whole families mission to get her to stay.
Y/n was genius using her intellect for the villains of Gotham until Batman caught up with her. He adopts her and now it’s the whole families mission to get her to stay.