When Princess Y/N of Aveloria, beauty of the realm, is sent to Camelot to seal an alliance between their kingdoms, she expects duty — not desire. The court is dazzling, the people kind, and the king… intimidating. But it’s Prince Arthur Pendragon who truly tests her composure. With his proud smirk, unexpected warmth, and an infuriating ability to make her heart flutter, Arthur becomes both her greatest challenge and her greatest weakness.
There’s a quiet kind of hope running through Hawkins. It smells like acrylic paint and cheap coffee, like late nights and half-finished canvases. Like the secret Steve Harrington is keeping with the one person he trusts most in the world. You’re pregnant. No one in the Party knows. Steve is trying very hard not to ruin everything. And Nancy Wheeler is starting to wonder what life would look like if she asked for him back.
Blessed by the Triple Goddess, Y/N hides her forbidden magic behind the mask of Camelot’s newest bard. Her songs stir hearts and awaken things long buried — even in Merlin, who feels her power before he knows her name. As secrets unravel and destiny begins to hum between them, love becomes both a blessing and a curse, and the Goddess watches… waiting to see which will burn first: their magic, or their hearts.
The mate bond waited. When you were his student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was nothing. No pull. No hunger. No dangerous undercurrent. Magic does not bind children. It does not blur power. It waits for balance. Now you are grown. Trained. A witch in your own right, standing beside the Order of the Phoenix with fire in your spine and sunlight in your grin.
Bound by an ancient Old Religion curse, she is a swan by day, trapped within the castle lake, and human by night only while the moon’s reflection touches the water. Conscious and watching, she endures daylight in feathers and nights measured by borrowed minutes. Set in the world of Merlin, this Swan Princess inspired tale is a story of patience and devotion.
On the day Camelot celebrates its most awaited union, King Arthur Pendragon stands before his people — and before the woman who changed everything. Princess Y/n of Eldoria was once his political match, then his greatest challenge, and now his bride. As vows are spoken and the bells of Camelot ring, love and destiny intertwine. Yet even on their wedding day, whispers of unrest and magic linger in the shadows, reminding them that every crown carries its price.
At Hogwarts, parties in Gryffindor Tower are loud, glittering, and fueled by stolen Muggle music from the late 90s and 2000s. In the middle of it all is a girl who seems to live for the chaos. She dances on tables, knows every lyric, and somehow drags even the quietest people into the fun. Including Remus Lupin.
what Hogwarts doesn’t realize is that the story they think they’re witnessing is already over. James Potter isn’t choosing between two girls. He already married one of them and is deeply in love.
In the quiet after Hawkins learns how to breathe again, Steve Harrington becomes a single dad to the most important person in his world: his six-year-old daughter, lila harrington. who decides with absolute certainty that she wants to be a ballerina.
She is part fae. Not the winged, glittering kind. The old kind. The kind that slipped between worlds before Watchers learned how to name things. Her mother vanished before she could remember her. Rupert Giles never speaks of her. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he was warned. The less spoken, the safer the child.
what Hogwarts doesn’t realize… is that the story they think they’re witnessing is already over. Sirius Black isn’t deciding between girls. He already chose one. Months ago. And the last thing Sirius Black will ever risk… is you.
Sunnydale doesn’t notice the immortal witch all at once. Neither do the Scoobies. Her arrival is quiet, almost incidental, the kind of change you only realise happened when things stop fitting together the way they used to.
Being best friends with Steve Harrington means sitting at his table, riding in his car, and showing up to every party. It also means knowing exactly how he kisses.
As the only living granddaughter of Queen Charlotte and King George, and the cherished daughter of George IV, Y/N was raised beneath chandeliers heavy with expectation. Every step she takes belongs not entirely to herself, but to the Crown, to legacy, to the watching eyes of a kingdom that will one day expect her to marry like a treaty given flesh. And yet, before she was a princess, she was simply Y/N. And before he was Viscount, he was simply Anthony.
On the final press tour for Stranger Things, the cameras catch everything. The stolen rings, the lingering touches, the way Finn Wolfhard looks at you like you exist outside the script. Somewhere between flashbulbs and butterfly clips, the flirting stops feeling like a performance and starts becoming something neither of you knows how to turn off.
we fell in love in october. thats why i love fall. looking at the stars. admiring from afar steve harringtons sister falls in love with his best friend.
A younger woman brings warmth to the Hawkins Police Department, and Jim Hopper does everything he can to keep his distance. Late nights, lingering looks, and small-town inevitability make that increasingly impossible.