IM DOING A ONESHOT COLLECTION BECAUSE IM TOO LAZY TO PUBLISH DO MANY ONESHOTS AND I HAVE A LOT OF IDEAS SO BUCKLE UP

all enthusiasm aside, I'll most likely do it in alphabetical order because I'm trying to be organized (if you've seen all the stuff under my bed you'd think I was planning on being trapped in my room for days) so here are a few ideas I already have. If you have any pair or idea for a fic you can leave it in the little comment box below! :)

Adumbrate:

Adumbrate: to explain faintly or opaquely outline; describe.

In other words; a word in which could be used to describe the way that Annelise talks whenever Julian subtly bring up the topic of them and what could be, if she was willing to give him more of a hint as to whether a tutor and a princess is what they would always be, if not best friends in love.

Competition ((may become a three-shot or even a full story aha woops)):

"You don't have to come first, second is okay-" Louis wonders where the sudden assurance is coming from. "-Cause you ain't never beating me." But when he sees the sarcastically widened eyes and taunting smile he regrets the thought. He flinches, actually. Even after dubbing the four as Musketeers, she refuses to not be bitter. And for the past two weeks, she's been treating everything he does while she's in the same room as a competition.

He thinks he's going to lose his mind from the guilt.

Clouds:

"Some day, you're gonna see the things that I see, you're gonna want the air that I breathe, you're gonna wish you never left me."

Alternate ending/ sequel to Fairytale.

Dangerous:

"Dangerous," He repeats, rosy lips curling upwards playfully. He folds his hands behind his back, arching an eyebrow as if challenging the person before him. "How can something be dangerous …when you're already dead?"

Gift:

"My gift is my song, and this one is for you."

In which an exceedingly obstinate Renèe Dumas attempts to avoid inevitable admiration for one of the new boys in town, claiming that it would distract her from her jobs, despite Bree's friendly attempts at talking to her. It goes on for a month and the girls find it nauseating, confronting her about how she couldn't avoid feelings. Huffing, she grabs her violin and bow, stomping past the castle gates and tries cooling off her steam at her happy place; only for Bree Williams to have taken her seat at the fountain, adjusting the pitch of his guitar. She would've been mad, but when she heard the smooth flowing melody, the musician in her swooned.

Just can't let her go:

She's so mean but I kinda love it, and I just can't let her go.

It wasn't needed. Really. All he planned to do was be corteous and return the young lady to civilization. She was polite, at first. And then one day he invited her for breakfast, and she had tea and pastries spilled on her. Later, he searches for her to apologize and he's met with a conflicted, sassy, and bitter side of the Island.

He has no idea what possessed him to ask her for her attendance at his engagement ball. He just offers one dance, and he finds himself asking, or pleading for her to stay, because she was so mean, he kind of loved it. And he couldn't let her go.

Lightning:

Lightning strikes twice. And burns like ice. I wish I didn't love you.

Erika wishes it was as easy and simple as Julian had said. It was her fourth day posing as a Princess and with only three days until Annelise was supposed to marry King Dominic- his name made her heart lurch. Panicking in her friends suite as she posed as her, with a thunderstorm outside, she's biting her nails in worry and her stomach is flipping like an egg in a skillet for two reasons.

One, in worry for Annelise. Lightning strikes once.

And two, she hears two claps of thunder cheering her brain for the realization that she had in fact fallen for Dominic. She wishes she didn't love him, for so many reasons.

What's in a name?:

Preparing for a secret mission wasn't a play, it was serious. They had to sneak their way past guards, be on their guard while not looking too suspicious while also not losing their heads in the party frenzy.

But they forgot once detail, they recall while being twirled around like the princesses they were not as their charming dance partners had asked their names.

And while some of them replied with some made up excuse hastily, a redhead smiles and leans forward as her dance partner brings her closer for a twirl and with a mischievous smile, she asks. "What's in a name?"