You are a mage, with no recollection of who you are outside of your name. A strange man finds you as you flick in and out of consciousness, when you properly awake he has questions.
There were only a handful of things the people in your village agreed on: keep your head down, don’t speak of the fae, and never walk too deep into the northern forest. The wall was somewhere beyond those trees—unseen but absolute—and everyone knew it was death to wander near it.
Y/N lives on the outer edge of a fairy commune deep in the forest. Fairies are women, always have been, far as anyone knows. They live in the trees, in root hollows, in the soft lit spaces between old growth. They keep to themselves. They don’t bother the outside world and the outside world mostly doesn’t bother them.
The war was over, but Velaris and the surrounding lands still smelled of smoke, iron, and death. King Hybern was dead, the war was won, but the aftermath was a battlefield of darkness. The Night Court’s Inner Circle spread out through the decimated Hybern stronghold, stepping over shattered stone and twisted bodies in search of any survivors—or enemies lying in wait. (Story belongs to @gamerjuno, with edits and my own additions)
She saved him as a child. He became the empire’s heir. Now, as the Silver Ghost dismantles everything he controls, he must capture the girl who once trusted him—and face the impossible truth: the wild, untamed fae he loved is the only one who can break his heart… and mend it.
They never see you Friday nights, always sneaking off and back come Monday. They finally follow you one night, and find out you’re secretly a wildly successful rock star—a siren on land.
Queen Reina approaches the pavilion hoping to capture the king’s attention, having carefully dressed and prepared something she believes might please him. Instead, she finds his focus entirely on another man, forcing her to leave with quiet dignity while hiding the sting of being ignored.
Y/N, a young woman out of a small village finds herself in an unfortunate position, forced to leave her home and everything she ever knew behind to cross a forest that no one ever came back out of. It certainly didn’t help that what little the humans knew of the fae, it was more good than bad and now she was to believe that fate picked her for one of those wildlings as their mate? Well that is if she could even make it through the forest and actuallymeet him..
The British Lostbelt, right after the events of the fifth Lostbelt, Olympus. You stranded inside the 6th Lostbelt, but you're just a Human. How will you survive, if you will survive at all.
Wendy’s daughter, has been kidnapped by Captain Hook and is trapped in a swinging canvas bag aboard his ship. Thankfully Peter is there to save the day. After defeating Hook, Peter unties the bag, expecting to see Wendy, only to be punched in the face.
Elowen is all soft green silk, gold-threaded leaves, and the kind of grace that makes even the old palace roses seem to lean closer. Caelan is all dark velvet, silver embroidery, and restrained tenderness, the sort of prince who looks composed until he’s near her. In the Kingdom of Thalorwyn, Prince Caelan has spent years pretending that duty is enough, and Lady Elowen has spent just as long pretending she doesn’t notice the way he always finds her in a crowd. But when the court begins pressuring him toward an arranged engagement, the careful balance between them starts to crack.
Draculaura arrives via a magic mirror, clumsy in Night Raven. Lilia teases her, intrigued by her optimism. He secretly helps her navigate dangers, and their playful banter grows into trust. Shared secrets and quiet moments spark affection, until he admits his feelings, and they become lovers.
You fell asleep in your own bed… and woke up in a fae kingdom where humans don’t exist. Dragged before a ruthless court and a king who sees too much, you’re given one choice—stay alive as a guest… or not at all. Now trapped in a world of magic, politics, and deadly secrets, you’re forced into the watchful hands of three princes—one who wants control, one who wants answers, and one who just wants to see you break. In a court where nothing is given freely… the most dangerous thing you can be— is wanted