No lemons and no profanity used in this story. This is a fluff fanfiction. This is a headcanon au. OLD FANFICTION CRINGE WARNING. Some images are not mine.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

[ Y/N ] Marshall started to feel terrored by the random dolls that always appear out of nowhere on her room. One day, she found the one who put those dolls there. "Hm? Who are you? " Ps : Jason The Toy Maker and Jason's eyes on the thumbnail doesn't belong to me. He belongs to Krisantyl on Deviantart. After months of working on this story, i just realized the description didn't match the frikin story lolol It was my first concept but then i was stressed abt something and I ended up writing a for-fun chapter for me and accidently publish it cuz the chapter's title and yeah, look what that brings me to. A cringy story. Ps. 2 : This is a work of fiction, those are not real scenarios, not real people, not real feelings you're feeling. I take no sin from any sort of lust you form while reading this.

Let's see... Where to begin the story. Ah! Let's start from here shall we?. Loneliness. That was all that I felt. Father cheating, mother acts as if it's normal. I was a werid child since young, kept telling people my ' friends' had so-called- tentacles. To fill the void in me, I become a killer named the mad hatter. Cause truly, I was mad. Edit : I just realized that the numbers I label my chapters are wrong ... WELL LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO EDIT THIS NOW 😃