Muse A is a member of royalty (around about the 18th century) and is abducted and held ransom by a gang of pirates. Muse B is a member of the pirate gang and is placed in charge of Muse A to ensure they don’t escape etc. During this time Muse A and B learn more about each other and decided to run away from both the royal family and the pirate gang and all other hilariously cheesy good things
Modern Harptavia AU #1:
harper is a canadian nature photographer and journalist who meets octavia blake on her travels– a daredevilish brunette who is trying to employ someone to document her travels. over the duration of their trip (nights cramped together in a van and eating greasy foods at sleazy motels, as well as sleeping on questionable bed sheets) they slowly begin to fall in love.
Octavia glared at Bellamy, Monty and Jasper who were too busy shouting at the television and playing video games.
“I guess we won’t get to watch our Law & Order reruns until tomorrow. The boys are at it again.” She frowned, “I thought we worked out a schedule for a reason?”
Harper couldn’t help the grin that stretched upon her face, shifting slightly in her seat. It wasn’t all that bad; video games were fun enough.
“We did,” the blonde scoffed, sipping at her drink with the slightest hint of disdain. “But, they don’t stick with it– Can’t you just tell Bellamy off? He’s your brother, O, and that show is too important to me to miss again.”
*whispers* Someone please give me a plot with a reckless underground boxer who cares very little for his life and/or safety and he meets and falls in love with someone who is shy, protective and worrisome at one of his matches and they fight constantly over the issue but they always come back to one another like please?
It had been three days since Mount Weather and counting; three days of no sleep and constant nightmares, of holding her gun in her hand and trying to pretend it didn’t scare her. Truth be told, things weren’t the same. She could barely hitch her pants down her hips without wincing, without feeling tears prick in her eyes.
Being drilled was a pain she had never experienced, fingers crossed on the table that the next time they did that to her, she wouldn’t be alive to feel it.
After three days of wake, she sought out the first friendly face. Octavia was a friend of sorts, more of an acquaintance, but she was the only one with a tent to herself and Harper didn’t have one.
“Hey, Blake,” she called, voice shaking as she spoke. “I just– Do you mind if I share with you?” Excuses and apologies sat on the tip of her tongue in preparation for denial, biting down on her bottom lip, eyes staring over at Octavia.
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