A noblewoman forms a plot to get her best friend married to her brother so they can be sisters. Happy ending please.

Actual Sirens are more like harpies than mermaids.

The image of a mermaid siren is propaganda to get people to let their guard down around the real sirens.

She wanted to hate the man her parents arranged for her to marry on principal. But she can't. He's adorable.

I know right? Obvious fairy tale setting and yet nearly all of them are set in either the present or a vaguely fairy tale themed present.

Literally Yanfei.

Write a story about a beautiful woman preforming a mundane activity, except the narrator is picking really weird details to describe her beauty with instead of the typical "Men writing women" descriptions.

D&D Monk as a Catholic monk.

"Come on Timmy, pack your stuff quick."

"I can't find my dinosaur."

Timothy's mother, Elizabeth, was getting impatient. She had apparently decided spending a little extra time to allow him to gather his favorite toys was worth avoiding a meltdown, but as the search dragged on the cost of that decision was growing.

"You can leave the dinosaur, daddy will bring it later."

I could hear the fear in her voice. The longer the search took, and the more noise Timothy made rifling through his toys, the more likely it was that she'd be caught trying to drive off into the night with a child she had lost custody of.

"What the hell, Liz?"

Johnathan stood at the door, already calling the police.

"John, I can explain."

"I'm sure you can, but you'll have to explain to the cops, because this stunt of yours is violating the hell out of your visitation rights."

"You can't do this to me, he's my son."

"I haven't done anything to you, these are all the consequences of your choices."

This was going to get ugly. It always did.

"Psst, Timothy, down here."

Timothy dropped down and crawled under the bed.

"You alright, kid?"

"I don't know. Mommy said she and Daddy weren't going to fight anymore, but now they're fighting again."

"I know. I know. It's not very fair to us, now is it."

"No. Mommy said we were going on vacation, and Daddy would come with us. But I don't think Daddy knew about the vacation."

"No, he didn't. Let's let the grown ups figure that stuff out. For now you should get some sleep."

"I don't know if I can sleep under the bed though."

"I do it all the time. Plus, look what I got."

"MY DINOSAUR!"

"That's right kid. Now let's get some sleep."

I wrote something like this a while ago about Xenoblade 2.

And elven man and a dwaven woman trying to maintain their race's rivalry despite working together at a restaurant. Everyone else thinks they're flirting.

Modern robotics can make a robot body that's indistinguishable from a human, but AI is still far, far, away from being believable.

The obvious solution: human brains in robot bodies.

Just because someone is expendable doesn't mean you should be eager to spend them.

A string of murders in the village is being blamed on a werewolf. But you know for certain that it can't be, because you're the only werewolf in the village.