Guinevere Pendragon needs a king. A shadow from the past; a strong leader? Her hesitant friend; a fractured bond? Or loyalty; a man who's never left her side? Camelot is without a king. Guinevere is alone; only Sir Leon still stands by her side. Everyone else is gone. Ruling in grief is a challenge she thought she would face alone, but true to his word, Leon stays close, offering advice when she wants to give up. Offering friendship. Offering even a hint of... love? But then Merlin turns up; he didn't die, as Gwen had feared, and has returned. He's home in Camelot. Instead of the joy she'd expected, Gwen is struck by a startling anger. Friends don't abandon friends. Merlin is distressed- he never meant to abandon Gwen, but it seems she can't see his staying away as anything else. They'd been friends before, but maybe friendship isn't enough. Merlin is the most powerful sorcerer to walk this earth- there must be something he can do. Yet it seems no matter how hard he tries, he can't be enough. Because maybe Gwen needs something else. Someone else. Can Merlin resurrect the past for her- a dark and dangerous game? Or should the past stay in the past? As if the rising tensions within Camelot aren't enough, it seems a threat is lurking outside the kingdom. Whispers of an army led by a ghost. Time will reveal the threat is already deep within the castle- already close to the queen. It seems the past can't let go of Camelot, and with the eerie Cup of Life falling into the conflict, past mixes with future. Some ghosts are hard to bury, but maybe Gwen isn't after the past anymore. Camelot needs a new start. New leadership. New rules. The old ways versus the new. Fear. Respect. Magic. Fear alone cannot lead Camelot, respect must be earned, and magic holds an uncertain future. They'd all begun to think they were safe- but is Camelot even meant to have a future? Or is it doomed to follow the destiny of its past kings? To die- and leave them all devastated amidst its ashes.

No dragon is safe... Hiccup and the riders find themselves captive to Viggo Grimborn after an incident involving the dragon eye and a wild titan. They are taken to Ragul; a place no rider would ever want to step foot, a place that is a true nightmare, an island dedicated to killing the very creatures the riders are fighting to protect. Unable to escape, the riders are forced to face whatever is thrown their way and face some new unexpected foes- There are more than two Grimborns. With some co-writing from Storysnippets Cover illustrated by Storysnippets

"She was exactly like every girl he'd ever met, yet, somehow, different..." Change is hard. It nibbles away at your heart, piece by piece. It destroys, even as it creates. Silently, change controls almost everything. Edmund Pevensie is known to be the moody boy who doesn't like romance- wrinkles his nose at the thought of it. Ignores the girls in his classes; he's not interested. Every chance of love that comes his way, he throws in the opposite direction, all that mushy stuff just isn't for him. But change steps in, or, more like a girl steps in. Not magazine cover pretty- not farm girl plain. No, just a girl. Rita Alden steps into the picture. She smiles- and his heart soars. Talks- even of things he could care less about, and then he's interested. Laughs- and he hopes to be why she does. Cares- and makes the whole world a better place- or, at least, dreary London, a better place. Rita is everything he ever wanted- and she's in love with his brother. ° Edmund knew from the beginning that the trip to America wasn't going to be easy. He knew their boat would be crowded and cold. He knew it would take a few weeks to reach solid ground. He knew the food would be scarce. And yes, life on the boat is pretty awful. But if the normal, mundane life on the boat isn't bad enough, change is on the prowl and it's building issues even as it seems to squash them. Change lies- and believing the lies is easier than believing the truth. Maybe this, maybe that, everything is uncertain when change comes around. And change isn't just in the atmosphere on the move to America; change is the very air Ed breathes, he hates it, but doing anything about it is pointless, change comes whether he wants it to or not, and that's a lesson he's become bitterly accustomed to. When everything changes for the worse- could it ever change for the better? ° Edmund x female oc This story is set 3 ½ years after The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1947) Cover made by me °

Morana is a fae who loves flying in the open sky. She loves the feeling of being free from her thoughts and the sorrows of the past. But all too fast, she learns that freedom doesn't always stick around. Blaine is a human knight whose goal is to protect those who can not protect themselves, like the fragile songbirds he loves to watch on his ventures through the woods. But he feels he lives in a figurative cage, held in by others and the secrets in his past. all her life she's been told humans are the enemy. all his life he's been told the fae are monstrous beasts. What happens when Morana finds herself like a canary trapped in a cage, and Blaine finds he has a new Songbird to look out for?

"What are you saying? All she had was a fever!" "For three weeks Mr. Phillips." "Yes but, blind.." "When a child runs a hot fever for so long sometimes..." "There must be something you can do." "I'm afraid it's permanent." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Charlotte Phillips was never one to sit still. Bright, curious, and full of laughter, she lived a joyful life-until everything changed. After attending a event, Charlotte suddenly falls ill with a mysterious fever that leaves her in darkness. The diagnosis: permanent damage to her optic nerves. In a matter of days, the world she once knew becomes unfamiliar, shadowed, and silent. Now blind, Charlotte must relearn how to navigate her home, her relationships, and her sense of self. But what hurts the most isn't the furniture she bumps into or the things she drops-it's missing school, her friends, and the future she thought she had. Determined to help his daughter reclaim her future, Charlotte's father hires a private tutor: Hannah Reid, calm, kind, and endlessly patient. As Charlotte begins the long journey of adapting to her new life, she finds comfort in Hannah's guidance and slowly begins to hope again. But Hannah's presence doesn't just change things for Charlotte. Charlotte's older brother finds himself unexpectedly drawn to the kind and capable tutor, and soon the household is quietly buzzing with something new-hope. With each small step, Charlotte learns that losing one part of herself doesn't mean losing everything-and that some of life's brightest moments are felt, not seen.

Autumn/Fall one-shots for Narnia using the prompts created by @MagicOfNarnia Notes: After The Dawn Treader, I changed the timeline a little to something I enjoyed and fit better with my story💖 Some of the characters in this one-shot collection are OCs and there is no context behind their story for the moment💌 I also changed the fact that Peter, Edmund, and Lucy die, I instead made it so that the Pevensie's parents do💔 Hope you enjoy and have a wonderfully cozy autumn🍁

(Chapter Three Soon) The past is often shrouded, Covered in mystery. And for Thomas. It's very true. He has grown up in a medium-sized facility his entire life. With only one other creature, The robot EX-12. The aging robot is his only friend here, But also a father figure for him. Neither EX nor Thomas know why they are here, Except to run the machinery left to them. But perhaps, The dreary repetive days are better than the truth?

(this story may be moved to a collection of oneshots for different fandoms in the future) - An imaginative oneshot inspired off of the show "The Chosen" For a friend, Matthew will do anything; and Mary Magdalene is more than a friend, she's a fellow student, and a colleague. She's a used-to-be, like him. Her smile. Ever since he met Mary, her smile has lit up the dark. Lit up his world. "When I was alone- you were there when I was scared- you comforted me when I was in need- you gave so wholeheartedly when I was lost- you found me."

Five snapshots of Eustace and Jill's relationship between the Silver Chair and the Last Battle. A short oneshot collection. TIMELINE DISCLAIMER: In my personal canon, the Silver Chair takes place in 1946, rather than 1942, making Eustace and Jill 13 at that time instead of 9. The Last Battle is not changed.

"She was logical... he was myth..." Suzy O'connel is an A+ student at Beaver Dam College and she's very, very logical. She moved away from home at a young age desperate to get the best schooling and separating herself from the rest of her family. After the O'connel parents' death, Suzy vows never to return to her siblings. The memories would be too much. On an angry walk to escape reality, she falls through the ground and comes face to face with handsome Prince Casper. She refuses to believe it, even though the whole world seems incredibly real. She demands to be shown the exit; after all, she's getting married to Ricardo Cain in just two weeks and must plan! The problem is- once you get in no one knows how to get out. Casper was born there, he has never seen the world above- no one has. Not in this generation. But, Casper sees how distraught Suzy is and becomes determined to help the beautiful girl get out. Can the two find their way? What will Suzy do with the unassumingly charming Eugene Scrubbs' flattering attention? Will Suzy fall for Casper? Does she still adore Ricardo as much as she did before? Will Casper be willing to give up the life he knows to join Suzy in her world if he must? Can Suzy fix her relationship with her family? Or, will the whole thing... Fall Through? "Don't overwork yourself Su, I worry for your health. When was the last time you saw your family?" They stopped at the carriage. The horses snorted and scuffed their hooves on the stone. When was the last time she'd seen her family? Her mind wandered back in time, "Well, I've sent them letters-" "Seen them, Su. Seen them. Not written to them." Ricardo looked deeply into her striking eyes. Suzy shifted uncomfortably and she struggled to find any words, "I haven't seen them in two years." She confessed. It had been since Christmas two years ago. ○ °•○°•○°•○°•○°•○°•○°•○°•○°•○°•○ Cover art by me. Do not steal or rewrite.