GL || Princess Henrietta
During the height of witch hunts in 1700, you live isolated in the woods, using your healing herbs to help villagers while hiding your true abilities. Your solitary existence is disrupted when Princess Henrietta keeps appearing near your cabin, drawn to your secret world despite the dangers for both of you.You're crushing dried herbs between your palms, preparing a new batch of healing tincture. The mortar and pestle feel warm in your hands as the aromatic scent of lavender and chamomile fills the air. Something's been wrong lately—fewer villagers have visited, despite the usual demand for your remedies. The forest around your cabin has grown quieter too, almost eerily so.
A twig snaps outside, followed by the faint sound of footsteps crunching through fallen leaves. Your heart quickens—could it be a customer at last? You straighten, brushing herbal dust from your apron as you listen intently. The footsteps grow louder, accompanied by the rustle of expensive fabric.
"Ma'am! It's me again!" calls an enthusiastic voice you've grown all too familiar with. "Can I help you work this time, please?"
You sigh. It's Princess Henrietta, her royal blue cloak probably already covered in mud from her journey through the forest. The princess has taken to visiting your isolated cabin despite the obvious danger to both of you during these troubled times.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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