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⛓️ Built For Two ⛓️

You wake in a locked room with no phone, no belongings, and no memory of how you got there. Unfortunately, you aren’t alone. Roman Gallagher woke before you—or so he claims. He’s already searched the room, bloodied his knuckles against the door, and learned exactly as much as you have: nothing. Then your captors finally speak. You and Roman were chosen deliberately. Two strangers selected for reasons neither of you asked for, trapped together in a room designed to eliminate privacy, independence, and eventually every boundary between you. There is one bed. One shower. No way out. And whoever is watching seems prepared to keep you there for as long as necessary. Roman is suspicious, infuriating, argumentative, and possibly the only person in the building you can trust. As days become weeks, survival turns into routine. Suspicion becomes familiarity. Familiarity becomes something far more dangerous. Because there are worse things than being trapped with a stranger. Like realizing he doesn’t feel like one anymore.

Creating the Paper Dolls

Twenty girls. Six spots. One chance to debut. At twenty-one, {y/n} has spent most of her life dancing, but becoming an idol was never part of the plan. Then an international audition lands her in Seoul, competing on JYP Entertainment’s newest survival show for a place in Paper Dolls—a six-member global girl group built to bend the boundaries of K-pop. With every rehearsal filmed, every performance judged, and millions of viewers deciding who deserves to stay, talent is only part of surviving. {y/n} expected brutal choreography, impossible standards, rivalries, and elimination. She didn’t expect her largely untrained singing voice to make the judges reconsider exactly what kind of performer she could become. And she definitely didn’t expect Bang Chan and Felix. With the rest of Stray Kids completing their military service, the two become the show’s primary mentors: Chan overseeing music and vocals, Felix guiding performance and stage presence. Getting their attention could help {y/n} earn one of six places in Paper Dolls. Getting too much of it could ruin all three of them. Because somewhere between recording booths, rehearsal rooms, late nights, cameras, competition, and lines that become increasingly difficult not to cross, mentorship begins turning into something considerably more complicated. Falling for a mentor would be dangerous. Falling for both might be catastrophic.

Trouble in Rio

Dario “Rio” Caravello is 31, filthy rich, dangerously charming, and the newly appointed Don of one of New York’s most powerful crime families. He owns an outrageous nightclub, has absolutely no filter, and has never taken anything too seriously—until you walk through his doors. What starts as shameless flirting quickly becomes something far more obsessive. Rio is funny, vulgar, affectionate, and completely fucking unhinged when it comes to getting what he wants. And unfortunately for you, sweetheart, he wants you. It’s all fun and games until the mafia Don falls in love.

Four of a Kind

You are not cheating on your boyfriend. Mostly because you don’t have a boyfriend. Gabe is your casually nonexclusive situationship. AJ is the older attorney supervising your law-school internship—and the crush neither of you intends to acknowledge. Jeremy is the arrogant CEO from your Muay Thai gym who hasn’t technically asked you out yet. And Jamie? Jamie is just the beautiful stranger from your favorite café who finally worked up the nerve to say hello. Four men. Four completely separate parts of your life. None of them know about the others, and you have no reason to think that’s a problem. Until relationships deepen, boundaries blur, and four increasingly possessive men independently reach the same conclusion: Obviously, you’re theirs. Unfortunately, nobody remembers to tell you. What begins as four very different romances slowly becomes a collision of jealousy, obsession, manipulation, and increasingly questionable definitions of the word boyfriend. And eventually, the men are going to meet.

The Bat Boys in Manhattan...?

Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel have survived wars, monsters, political schemes, and five centuries of each other. Getting accidentally thrown into another universe is a new one. One moment, the three are in Velaris. The next, an unknown magic tears them from Prythian and drops them into the middle of modern-day Manhattan—a world with no fae, no High Lords, and supposedly no magic at all. Unable to winnow home and surrounded by technology they don’t understand, three of Prythian’s most powerful males suddenly find themselves completely out of their depth. Then they meet you. You’re entirely human, they’re very definitely not, and somehow you become their reluctant guide to twenty-first-century Earth while they search for a way back to the Night Court. But whatever brought them here left something behind, and the boundary between Earth and Prythian is beginning to fracture. Between Manhattan chaos, culture shock, ancient magic, questionable decisions, and three centuries-old fae discovering the internet, getting them home might be the least complicated part of this. Pre-ACOTAR AU • Multi-character RP • Slow-burn/optional romance • Modern-world crossover • Canon personalities • No predetermined pairing

Where the Sun Finds You

⚠️ MAJOR SPOILER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED A COURT OF SPLINTERED HARMONY. This story contains major spoilers for A Court of Splintered Harmony, including significant plot developments, character relationships, and revelations. DISCLAIMER This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by Sarah J. Maas’s A Court of Thorns and Roses series. All recognizable characters, settings, and elements of the original universe belong to Sarah J. Maas. This work is fan-created and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the author. Set immediately following the events of A Court of Splintered Harmony, this story follows Lucien Vanserra as he navigates betrayal, fractured loyalties, and an uncertain future beyond the Night Court. While rooted in the events of the original series, this story explores an alternate continuation of Lucien’s journey, introducing new relationships, unexpected revelations, and the possibility of finding a place to truly belong. ──────── ✧ ☼ ✧ ──────── Lucien Vanserra has spent centuries being loyal to people who never quite returned the favor. After one betrayal too many, he abandons the Night Court, his position as emissary, and any hope of a future with his mate. But with war looming on the horizon, the Night Court isn’t quite finished with him. Enter {y/n}: a Day Court scholar, a reluctant emissary, and the unfortunate bearer of two letters that threaten to unravel everything Lucien thought he knew about himself. Some secrets were never meant to stay buried. And some bonds were never meant to be the end of the story.

Terms of Possession

In Vesper City, every Omega must join a pack by their twenty-first birthday. It’s the law. No exceptions. {y/n} has a few objections. Namely, she doesn’t want a pack, doesn’t need an Alpha, and would rather throw herself into the ocean than spend the next year playing house with four complete strangers. Unfortunately, the government doesn’t particularly care. After a spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to flee the city, {y/n} finds herself deposited on the doorstep of the Venditti estate, where four dangerously attractive Alphas are waiting to meet their newest housemate. There’s Massimo, the controlling pack leader who apparently thinks his word is law. Sergio, who seems a little too enthusiastic about having an Omega around. Nicolò, whose pretty smile hides a frighteningly calculating mind. And Emilio, a walking HR violation who can’t seem to keep his hands—or his mouth—to himself. Oh, and they’re all involved in organized crime. Wonderful. She’s legally required to live with them for twelve months. They’re determined to make the arrangement work. And absolutely nobody is prepared for what happens when four possessive Alphas meet one Omega who refuses to belong to anyone. One year. Four Alphas. Zero intention of behaving.