Historias de Cottagecore

|Inspired by Yaelokre| ~ A group of six, Their names were Iris,Willow,Hazel,Arlo,Oren, and Emrys. They ran away from home, Far,far,far away. They ran through fields and hills. |AGES| Iris - 10 Willow - 11 Hazel - 7 Arlo - 14 Oren - 12 Emrys - 11 |PERSONALITIES| Iris - Music lover, Loud but not annoying. Willow - Calm, Loves peace and quiet. Hazel - Playful and stubborn. Always runs off Arlo - Father figure, always provides needs. Oren - Shy, covers his face when he sees strangers. Emrys - Adventurous, runs off with Hazel.

In the mud-slicked valley of Thistle-Hollow, Penelope (Poppy) Josephine Cullrett lives a life measured in harvests and heartaches, her palms calloused by the soil that claimed her mother's and baby brothers life. Despite the grueling labor, Poppy is defined by a rare, unwavering grace; she speaks with a soft-spoken politeness that belies her strength and treats every living creature-from the smallest field mouse to the stubbornest ox-with a gentle, reverent hand. High above the valley, within the cold obsidian walls of Castle Aethelgard, Prince Alaric Valerius Thorne is a prisoner of his own bloodline. With one brother lost to a bloody war and the other a tyrant ruling a neighboring land with an iron fist, Alaric is the last spare-a quiet scholar in a house of hawks. When a devastating blight forces Poppy to the castle gates to plead for her village's survival, she doesn't find a savior; she finds a man drowning in the same grief she's carried for twenty years. Their connection is a spark in a powder keg, a love that threatens to dismantle a kingdom already teetering on the edge of ruin.

Years after Victor Frankenstein's death, his creation still walks the world. Wandering, hunted, and searching for something he cannot name. In the woods of Southern England, Adam finds refuge in the Aster Hermitage, where a girl practices alchemy far from the judgment of the village. What begins as a lesson in Crafting slowly becomes something neither of them is prepared to confront. Inspired by both by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and Guillermo del Toro's 🌚 Btw, I am also posting this on AO3 under another name.

"You once believed you were lost between worlds." "And now?" "Now I'm not lost. I'm present." Emma Sullivan came to Willowbrook to recover from burnout - not to fall through time. After a public panic attack derails her high-powered career, Emma retreats to her late grandmother's quiet Victorian house, hoping small-town stillness might help her to breathe again. Instead, a shimmer in the old barn drops her into 1895. There, she meets Clara Hartwell - a brilliant, steady schoolteacher quietly resisting the limits placed on women of her era. Clara lives carefully. Respectably. Safely. Until Emma. Drawn together by shared longing and impossible timing, their connection deepens into something neither century can easily contain. But love across time has consequences. As the town begins to watch Clara too closely, a respectable suitor pressures her toward security. Meanwhile, the mysterious barn that connects their worlds grows unstable - responding not to control, but to intention. Emma must decide: Is she escaping her present? Or is she finally building something real? In this cozy sapphic time travel romance, healing isn't about choosing one life over another. It's about daring to claim both.

She came to the orchard to disappear, and fell in love with the woman who made staying feel dangerous. Nina comes to Iris's orchard to disappear. She doesn't plan to stay. She doesn't plan to want anything. She especially doesn't plan to notice the woman who moves through the trees like she belongs to them-sun-warmed, unhurried, impossible to ignore. The days are long and heavy with heat. Cherries stain fingers and shirts. Sweat, silence, and shared work strip away the parts of Nina that have been holding her together too tightly. Maeve never pushes. Never asks for more than what's offered. And somehow, that makes everything harder. Three cherries joined at the stem become a quiet promise: hunger, longing, love. Not the dramatic kind. The kind that grows slowly. The kind that stays. As the orchard hums and summer deepens, Nina begins to feel her body again-her wants, her fear, her hope. Being seen by another woman feels dangerous. Being held by a place that remembers feels worse. And leaving starts to feel like the bravest thing she might never do. Three Stemmed Cherries is a slow-burn sapphic romance about summer heat, emotional healing, and the tenderness of chosen family. A soft, intimate story for readers who love quiet longing, cottagecore atmospheres, and love that doesn't rush-but doesn't let go either.

A carefully curated collection of very important enchantments (disguised as poems for professional reasons). Within these pages you will find: - starlight behaving irresponsibly - metaphors wearing fancy hats - feelings pressed neatly between moonbeams - and an alarming amount of hope These spells are intended for: dreamers, wanderers, curious souls, and anyone who has ever suspected their bookshelf might be whispering. Please enter gently. The magic is small but sincere. Tea will be provided. 🌙✨ Side effects may include: sudden wonder, soft sighing, spontaneous daydreaming, and an increased tendency to talk to the moon.

This is a YA fantasy novella, written for ONC 2026. Sixteen-year-old Kathrin has grown up within the walls of a castle always locked in winter, under the care of her adoptive father, the winter lord, and she's never wanted anything more. Then Kathrin finds a unicorn shivering in the snow, and forms a magical bond with the creature. She must leave the castle to train with other unicorn riders and learn to wield her new magic: that of all four seasons. not only is the forest kingdom outside her home too warm and too colorful, but the other riders see her beloved wintry father figure as a villain, a dark lord who stole the magic of winter for himself and had to be locked away in a castle. As Kathrin struggles to carry out a secret mission for the winter lord, she learns more about his past and questions everything she's ever known.

Your lost.! In area you're completely unaware of ! Will you find your way out? Or will fate have other plans for you? 𓇢𓆸 Gender-neutral MC Note:this is cringe and badly written since its my first time trying smth like this I also am trying to improve my language and writing skills ᓀ‸ᓂ, also changes might be made during the process of writing this. P:

A historical fanfic afterlife au for Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens and Elizabeth Hamilton. It's supposed to be a happy, slice of life, comfort fic but i added angst on accident

A collection of oneshots about Foxxay. Some are comic, some are dramatic. Enjoy! And rock on, gold dust women

When Rose Windham returns to her hometown to care for her sick father, she unexpectedly falls for Octavia Pennington, heiress of a powerful family that once excluded hers. As secrets resurface and tensions deepen, Rose and Octavia face a difficult choice: protect themselves or take a chance on love.

Before Elena Gilbert was born, before the Salvatore brothers were turned in 1864, before Katerina Petrova went on the run, Rebekah Mikaelson had a daughter. Dawn grew up searching for her mother, eventually forcing a witch to turn her at fifteen years old. One cold night, she made the decision to help Katerina Petrova escape from the grasp of Klaus Mikaelson himself. They went on the run, but were forced apart years later. What happens to Dawn when Klaus finally finds her once more? Notes: • I tried to make historical dates as accurate as possible. • I write in English when they are in other countries, but assume they are speaking another language towards locals:) • Comments would be appreciated:))

Azelea and Megan are enemies. They get partnered up in chemistry, and when their experiment goes wrong, they...switch bodies? Will they switch back before they're stuck like each other forever? Credits to @magnusswaggness for doing the parts for Megan! :)

CHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.

a Sapphic Reimagining of the classic sleeping beauty tale ****************** Far away in the small village a kind human girl named "Rosalie" comes across a dark fae, soon leading to an unlikely bond between the two. As they grow older the dark fae "Elsith" grows more and more entranced by her exquisite Rosalie. She yearns to take her away from the human realm and live happily ever after. However, Rosalie finds herself entranced by another, a dashing and mysterious woman that enraptures her. however when magic, love and jealousy mix only disaster can come from it. and suddenly this romantic dream turns into a nightmare for Rosalie.... ***************** Just fyi I wrote this story summer of sophomore year in high school and only now got the courage to post it lol I hope you enjoy !

athena nova black was raised the house elf that helped her grandma since her mother went crazy and die trying to destroy the horcrux that her dad die finding, but they knew not to force their ways on the girl since her mother was the distance cousin of the founder of hufflepuff. people in school call her names like loony black , crazy ect. what happens when she falls for the choices one. harry potterxoc slow burn

This was spur of the moment I had an idea I'm sorry if it's bad The cover is random fanart this will be very much regretted in the morning

a sequel to "Somewhere Between Lost And Found" but now it's Doll and Katie's story.

we were everlasting. --- poetry.

a short collection of original free-verse poetry and prose