She was ill and her days were numbered until he came along. He was there for her. He took care of her. He was her savior. That piece of miracle that made it all better. He did things that would baffle the medical staff, an illness that was fatal had now turned and hope was on the horizon. Only what did she do to gain his attention?what arrangement did she make for his help? Or did he have plans that he hadn't told her about? There was only one certainty. She was his and they would get through the worst of it. Together.
*** ONE SHOT ***
It was a hot summer day and she was working long hours as a waitress at the local watering hole. The place was all but empty by now and then he walks in. Was it the heat? Was it the sun? Maybe it was that look in his eyes... the way his hair fell down over his brow... the tautness of muscle and glistening sweat off his body... or maybe there was more there? It could be the way he holds her.. the way he kisses her... how he takes control and puts her up on that bar top so he can stand between her legs and feel their bodies pressed as close as possible without being naked. However it happened... it did. He was a stranger in town... he came in and left as mysteriously as he arrived. Would she ever see him again? Did it matter?
-----------------------------I have never done one shots. I don't typically do them as I prefer more story and plot but this photo aroused something in me... the entirety of the setting, positioning, and actions just make me squirm. There is a possibility this could develop into a larger story (and I'd squee with delight) but I would not be surprised if it did end at just being a one shot.
(Note: Whoever takes interest must be extremely patient with glacial paced posts... must read over my O/O's and send me a proper PM requesting interest in this. I do admit to being picky on who I want and what I want, no offense meant.)
The Magic Of Time
The story takes place in modern times. The city and country could be anywhere. The story begins with a woman, shes a collector of sorts. She finds an old piece of art at an auction online and upon receiving it, she notices odd things happening around her. Her life was always in seclusion, always a hermit. She was lovely but awkward, clumsy even. She loved her computer and even more so online shopping. When she found the art piece it dated back to Medieval times, where the knights and kings of old roamed the old country. This particular piece was of a Knight. A noble and handsome man, who swooned the 'hearts o' many a lass' and was poisoned (according to history) to death by a jealous widowed noblewoman who had thought to keep him for herself. The leading lady of this story read the tale of the Knight and wept over the painting. The painting held magical properties of dimensional time travel. The lady would wake up in Medieval England ((or we could reverse it and the Knight would wake up in Modern times.. either works for me)) and have to face the new trials of a place so unknown and foreign. The story can go many different directions and like all my stories I like to let them go as they will.
She worked everyday. It was her life. It was her joy. The shop had been given to her by her grandfather. He left it filled with books from around the world, books that would pour in once a month ready for the shelves. It was never told who sent them. They just arrived. Old books, new books, books that had not seen daylight in decades and books that were so well loved and used they resonated with the joy they brought. Her shop brought in the most interesting of people.
It was why she did it really. The people. Watching them. Seeing what they chose. Wondering just what they saw. People watching was what gave her the focus to get out of bed those early mornings and open the shop with fresh coffee, tea, and pastries out for those who wanted to wander in. The Old Bookstore. That it was. It had experience in its walls. It had love and mystery. Stories to tell. And never a single home for many of the books as they were always moving from place to place. Person to person. It seemed that she would forever be lost in the wilds of her books. The pages of creation surrounding her, camouflaging her, so that he would never see.
You see, he came into the shop every week. Looking for something specific but never finding it and not having time to spend the day there, only minutes. He'd get coffee and browse. Not speaking. Not glancing at any person who he passed or noticed. Just the stacks of time worn pages met his interest and he had met hers. She didn't think he ever saw her, ever noticed. But maybe he did. Maybe he knew and was waiting for the right moment.
People watching could be dangerous. Be careful of what you leave open, you never know what might crawl in.
She was betrothed to another. A man who was both cruel and selfish. She was to be married in a few months time but before then her mother had planned a trip to London. They had grand balls and wondrous dress shops. It was a getaway that they both needed. Her great aunt would look after her while her mother remained behind to complete the wedding week. It would be a week long celebration with more guests than the estate had seen in decades.
It was in London she ran into him. He was devastatingly handsome and had a charm unmet by any other. Could she resist him? And would she realize he was the brother of her betrothed once she saw him at her own home in the following months?
Secretly she wished he was really hers not the twisted awful man she met just days before her nuptials. Sometimes fate has other plans. Sometimes you make your own fate.
She was a Princess. The youngest of four. One night she was taken by the Kings enemies for ransom or maybe even payback. Sometime durinng the night the small ship capsized and the crew swam for their lives in the shark infested waters of the Mediterranean. She was washed ashore or found by a fisherman, but either way she was naked save for a single bracelet around her wrist. In a foreign unknown country how could she survive and would her captors come find her?
She waited all night for him to come home. She had gotten the maid to let her in early and she wanted it to be a surprise. A perfect thing for him to come home to. He was late however and she had no idea who or what might come through that door. She just lay there with her legs draped over his favorite chair naked and waiting, watching, and hoping.
When Country Comes Home
Anabeth grew up on a cattle farm in Montana. It was a simple life filled full of adventures and good times. When things got rough her parents had to sell the farm but stayed on to work there under her mothers Father, who luckily agreed to buy it from them. At the age of 12, Beth was sent to Atlanta to live with her aunt. Keeping the business in the family was important to them all but her grandfather wasn't so nice about things and refused to give out any loans to people who couldn't keep their finances up. He was a distastefully hateful man to say the least.
It's been five years since that day and her grandfather has passed away. She has graduated from high school and was going to go to college but her parents have called her home to help with the farm once again. With the death of her mother's father, being the only child, the farm fell to her as an inheritance. However, it was hard work to keep up such an establishment and they didn't really have the funding to hire more help. Her father was getting older and her mother wasn't quite as spry as she once was either. The years had taken their toll and had not been kind to them. Beth was more than happy to come home to help but she wasn't so sure she had what it took to handle cattle and ride a horse all day. It was time for another adventure it seemed.
What she didn't bargain for was a handsome foreman who had joined the team not a year after she had left for Atlanta. He was a few years older than her but knew what he was doing. He wasn't afraid to tell her what to do, either. Left under his instruction, she had to follow orders no matter if it meant she had to do the dirtiest jobs in the field. He wasn't going to take it easy on her, no matter if she was a female, and especially not because she was the bosses daughter. He treated all of his workers equally and she'd get it just as hard as the rest.
He had joined the crew in his early twenties and had worked hard the last five years to get to where he was now. He earned his spot as much as the rest of the crew had, so when the former foreman had that fatal accident earlier that year, it was only natural he take up the position. What he didn't see coming was the fiery redhead who would join his team. He had been told of Anabeth Carter, but he didn't know that she would be so beautiful. A southern girl who used to round up cattle with her daddy, he was told. She certainly turned heads and he knew if he didn't keep a tight reign on that girl, his men would see the weakness. She would be a distraction he didn't need, no matter how much he wanted her. Who knows what kind of tension that would be between them.
Either way it goes, they would likely butt heads, fight a bit, and eventually end up entangled in a web of heated desire during a late night on the Montana plains.
A Hidden Gem
In another dimension of the typical story, the Wizard of Oz and Elphaba had gotten together (either a one night stand or whatever) and she had gotten pregnant. He wasn't there with her after the baby was born because he was ashamed to find out it was his. After all Elphaba turned out to be his daughter, and now his daughter was having his child. He fled Oz soon after he found out. Fiyero was disgusted by Elphaba's pregnancy by the Wizard and left her. She was now alone with only her baby to keep her company, to care for. Elphaba kept the baby girl trapped in her castle, only allowing her a view of Oz from the highest tower. The baby, Gemma, had never been out in the world or seen anything more than what passed through their castle. Leading a sheltered life she was left with no understanding of anything material or otherwise. Essentially innocent and naive in most things but she still had a stubborn streak and a strong independence for what she wanted. She lashed out many times defying her mothers wishes wanting nothing more than to find adventure and meet others. It was lonely in that castle and she only wanted to see more. See the world.
After Fiyero left Elphaba he went back to Glinda, who had seemingly changed and became a better person. He ended up marrying her and they had a child. A baby boy. He grew up to be as popular as his mother, with all the fame that came from being her child, and never wanted for anything. That is until he got a glimpse of a beautiful girl from a tower to the west when he was young. He had been practicing his levitating and spotted her there looking out as lonely as ever. He wanted to know why she was so sad and alone and most of all who she was. He was not allowed in that part of the kingdom. No one was. Mostly because of the wicked witch who would harm any who came her way. Years passed but he never forgot the dark haired girl in the tower. He grew up to be a strong wizard, much stronger than his mother ever was and once he was old enough to venture out on his own, he made a vow to seek out the girl he had seen all those years ago.
Untitled They came unexpectedly. It had been a hot summer night, much hotter than the ones before. Typically she didn't sleep in nothing but that night it was unbearable to wear anything at all. She did not see them coming or hear them for that matter. It was dark, darker than it should have been. The moon hid behind the clouds and the land was covered. Her sleep was restless and she had tossed until her sheets were discarded with only the thin veil of the canopy draping to hide her shapely form. Her skin was as pale as moonlight and her hair as dark as the night. She was a beauty just as her sisters were and her mother before them. She was the last one remaining in her family estate. The others had moved on and her mother had passed the winter before. Now it was just herself, her brother and her father. They had no idea what had come that night. No one did.
Now she lay in a low sagging hammock of silk rope. Left alone in a room filled with old furniture and dust. A room obviously unused by any and possibly unseen by most. She could not speak nor move as she lay there seemingly drugged. Her body felt heavy and her mind clouded as she tried to clear her sight and make sense of where she was and how she got there. Would no one realize she was gone? Were they killed or taken as well? Where was she and who brought her there? The moon-kissed lady thought she was alone, but was there someone else there? A dark shape sat in a corner of the room immobile and making no sound. Indiscernible features remained statuesque. Was it just a statue? A bit of old furniture playing tricks on her mind? Or was it someone watching?
She had a lithe enough body to pass for a boy... she knew she had to join the kings army to find her brother. He had joined the service a year before and no one had heard from him or knew where he was. It was up to her to find him. Their mother had made her swear to it on her death bed. Now she had no obligations, no one to stop her but herself. She cut her hair off short and tied it back to cover it with the uniform. She would find him if it took everything in her to do so. She only had to hope that the General didn't find her out. They didn't take well to females in the military unless they were nurses or some such.. but in her chosen position, it was forbidden. She would be punished severely, if he found out. But would he tell anyone else or keep it to himself and use it against her? For her own good she wouldn't be found out. Maybe she'd fall in love with one of the other men without them knowing it. She'd grow to care and then be stuck not knowing whether she should give herself up for a love that may not be returned or if she should continue on as she was. Either way she had told her "love" the story of finding her brother. He had vowed to help as friends would. After all family meant a lot to him as well and it made him proud to fight beside a "man" with such high family values.[/b]
Vikings CaptiveTrue to history, with all the pillaging and raping of villages, akin to something like Erik the red. A viking Jarl's son, who is next to rule, would take many expeditions along the coasts of western Europe pillaging and claiming land, slaves and treasures for his family. He is betrothed to a young princess in a village along the coasts of the north. He would agree to said betrothal but instead turn against the King when he least expects it, taking over the village as he does with all other villages, capture the Princess for his own slave, and gain the kingdoms wealth in the process. The Princess being one of exceptional beauty of course, a bit of a spitfire, and stubborn to no end. The Viking is a fairly handsome man with great strength and respect. Since I am a hopeless romantic sap, by the end, my hopes would be that they would have fallen in love and she accepted his customs and ways of life, but anything can happen to change that.
The Collector[N/C-EX-BON] Bound. Taken-Kidnapped. Kept locked away in a cell with who knows how many other girls. He wanted to keep her as a prize. She was his beauty, the intelligent beauty he always wanted. She completed his array of toys, his ornaments, trophies, that he kept very well.
The story could take place in a modern American setting or in 19th century Europe. This could be a one shot where maybe she does something to make herself seem not so perfect anymore and he ends it all by killing her. Or we could draw it out into a long term story where she grows to love him over time and he keeps her in his "harem" of women, new and old.
I got this idea from a book called Kiss the Girls by James Patterson. It has always appealed to me and I tried it once as a group game but it never went anywhere. I'd prefer to keep it as a one on one this time and just leave the other girls as NPCs who may or may not be played out. This is a non-con story with some possible extreme elements, and if done as a one shot would more than likely end with the death of my character.
A Pirates BootyIt would be something like a pirate styled story something similar but not quite like Pirates of the Caribbean. A pirate kidnaps a maiden daughter from a wealthy merchant for ransom and payback for destroying a ship of his in the past. The pirate could be the son of an older pirate who died on the ship that was destroyed (a revenge sort of thing) or he could be the one who had it done to him, by the father, meaning he would be older than her by about 15-20 years. You could either play the nasty dread pirate or the man who comes to save heror both if ya want.
A Perfect World
She was a number. One of the many. She remembered she had a name, but none knew her name or that she remembered it. It was a world of the future, a world when the population was so overwhelming most of earth was gone and those who were left were herded into a bubble set in the middle of a rain forest in South America. The population was kept well regulated and the people were happy. Even if some of them were artificially so. Everyone had tracking devices implanted that would show if any one person acted out against another in a criminal fashion. Everyone had a bar code with their DNA interwoven to prove who they were. No identifications were needed. It was permanently etched into your body by a simple computer chip. No one was ever older than 60 and no one was ever sick or poor. It was a Perfect World. If you couldn't remember the bad parts. She was happy until the nightmares came. The dreams that she was another person in another place and another time. She was happy and things weren't so perfect. She loved him and he loved her, and then it was all lost. Now she lives in the Perfect World, and she thought she saw him in the crowd but soon after he disappeared. Do they find each other? Do they know each other from another time or another life? Perfect World is a rendition of Ultraviolet/Equilibrium sort of story.
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How about a daughter of Diana.. who knew Wonder Woman could ever meet her demise... now her daughter, Wonder Girl would take up her place? Would she be able to join the ranks of a Super team? Would she be able to hold up the same standards as her mother? Wonder Girl was not the same as her raven haired mother. She grew up in the world as it was. She knew of the evils that existed, the love to be found and the passion in others eyes. She only hoped she could find such love, lust and adventure as she had always dreamed of. Now she must show the world who she really is, having lived her last 17 years in a secret identity, as a mortal girl who had no power over anything in her life. The bracers she wore were unlike her mothers. These bracers held back her potential power instead of boosting it. Was it time to take them off and replace them with Diana's? She was unsure of how to handle it but she knew that evil lurked and she had to do her part, eventually.
- Zombies. Yes please. (*note* Not having sex with them, more of a world ran over by them and a couple or group must survive)
- Werewolves. Yes please. Oh yes Please!!!
- *Fairytales. Hopeless Romance. Happy Endings or unfortunate circumstance. I like it all.*
- Grimm Fairytales are a good thing, extreme fantasy is always a plus.