(IIIII looked at writing prompts on Tumbler. I now have a growing list of fantasy romance rp ideas. AND I MUST SHARE THEM-)
(DUDE THERE'S SO MANY-I'm gonna start sending them to you-just uhhhhhhhh-rate them on a scale of 1-10. Yeah.)
When a sea witch mermaid hides her baby to lure some human fisherman away, she returns to find her baby gone and being carried away by humans who found the human-looking baby and assumed it was abandoned. The baby grows up into Person A, who continually has prophetic dreams, some sent by their mother into their mind and some due to their own witch powers, which keeps them out of trouble for the most part. But Person A’s other parent was a siren, and so Person A has a knack for singing, and is nicknamed ‘Mermaid’ by their friends due to their skills in swimming and singing. One day, their out singing on the beach, when they hear a responding voice. Person B, the owner of the voice, is a mermaid outcast, looking for their soul mate, who just happens to be Person A, and when they realize their soul mate’s song is coming from land, go to a sea witch to become human temporarily in order to track down and meet their soul mate, who they assume must be trapped by humans.
(I didn't-I can't take credit for any of these, I found them on Tumblr. NUMBER TWO-)
Two boys stand under the light of the waning moon, their hair matted with blood, their skin burned with silver, so deeply in love. Hunters with pitchforks and daggers approach through the shadows, not knowing that they would all be dead by morning.
(Mhm! Also seriously like actually please rate these because I can'ttttttt-you gotta pick one mannnnnn-)
B shivered as A hummed softly, almost dancing to the music as they brought the tea over to the table. B clenched their hands tightly, used to keeping themselves from flinching by now.
It had been months since they started this game - since A had caught B spying on them for information, since A had figured out the information was for their main rival, C. It didn’t matter that B was a civilian - not to a supervillain. A had decided to ‘keep’ B, having them play the part of eye candy hanging off of their arm during public events, going on dates, plastering their names on the tabloids. It was shameful, scandalous to have one’s name tied to a suspected villain. It was more shameful to know that A was that suspected villain.
“You look beautiful.” B was knocked out of their thoughts, looking fearfully up at A. A’s warm smile didn’t change as they tilted their head. “Do you like the outfit I’ve bought you?”
Bought. Bought with money that had been stolen from god knows where. B looked down at their clothing, sighing softly. “It’s... It’s nice,” they admitted quietly.
Pouting, A reached a hand to cradle B’s chin, turning their head so they would look each other in the eye. “I love you, you know,” A whispered softly, their thumb caressing B’s cheek. “I truly do.”
B took a deep breath, shutting their eyes. “No, you don’t,” they growled, shaking their head and waving A’s hand away. “You’re just saying that to get me to like you. You’re a liar.”
They ignored the sigh in response, the sound of A kneeling beside them and taking B’s hand in theirs. “I do not,” they replied. “Not about this.”
As B tried to pull away, A held them fast to the chair, not letting them escape. “Your friend did good by sending you after me,” they said breathlessly. “You’re perfect. You’re lovely. You’re mine, my dearest prize.”
There was only silence in response. B shut their eyes tight, trying to ignore A, fists clenched as they tried to shut them out.
A stood up, brushing stray hair behind B’s ear. “I can prove it,” they said finally. “Anything you wish, everything that I can give, I will give it to you. All that I cherish is you, and all that I have is yours.”
B’s eyes opened slowly, and they kept their face turned away so A wouldn’t see them beginning to cry. “My freedom,” they choked out. “If that’s true, then give me my freedom.”
A hissing intake of breath accompanied the soft, gentle touch on B’s cheeks, pulling them to face A’s eyes once again. “My dear... My love,” A whispered as they pressed their foreheads together. “You have never been more free.”
And deep in their heart, as they stared tearfully into A’s eyes, B knew that it was so unfortunately true.
(...Interesting-I too really like 2 and 3-but I actually like three a bit better lol-)
"Don't you want to live forever?" He asked.
"Not if it's with you." I growled.>
"That's a little harsh." He smiled walking over to the bench I was sitting on. "I could get it for you, you know. I could build you a palace above the stars. You would remain this beautiful forever. You could be my queen."
I glared at him. "Sure so I could be like every other Immortal Queen I know? There husbands adore and love them for the first couple decades but then eventually get bored. Then they come find some new fresh play thing down here and then I am left alone. In my palace above the stars. Looking the same way I always have. Being your queen alone, forever."
He knelt in front of me placing his hands on my thighs. "This would be different."
I rolled my eyes at him. "They all say that."
"I would actually mean it."
I leaned back and crossed my arms. I wasn't falling for this. Becoming Immortal to just play house wife in some lonely castle was not what I wanted. Immortality in my mind was worse than death. Doing the same thing over and over again for eternity. It would be maddening. Then on top of that I would be forced to watch the person I love fall out of love with me.
He grabbed the sides of my face and made me look at them. Two orbs of swirling molten copper that held the magnitude of a falling star. Ancient and all knowing.
"Do you know why I haven't taken a wife?" He asked. "Why I am the last Immortal King to do so?"
"Because marriage is the death of relationships and most of the time end in divorce." I said.
"Because I have been waiting for the right person. Someone who matches me on every level. Who I can intellectually compete with; who makes me laugh until tears are rolling down my face; someone whose face makes the stress and worry slip off my mind; someone who is truly my other half." He said never breaking eye contact. "That's you, love."
There was a lump caught in my throat as tears brimmed my eyes.
"When I take a wife I wanted to make absolutely sure that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my eternal life with." He finished.
I took a minute letting his words sink into me. Was I an idiot? Probably. Was I also in love? Absolutely.
I grabbed his face tackling him backwards into a kiss making the decision right there.
Eternal life with him? Probably wasn't going to be so bad.