Истории Whimsical

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

The war is over. The castle is quiet. And the girl who once saved the world with biscuits has to learn how to live in it. Faye Scamander is no longer fighting to survive - she is learning how to stay. With her grief. With her kindness. With the love she never expected to keep. Draco Malfoy has spent his life becoming what the world demanded. Now, for the first time, he is choosing who he wants to be. This is not a story about battles or heroes. It is about mornings after. About healing that comes slowly. About love that is careful, chosen, and brave in a quieter way. Because the hardest part of saving the world is deciding what to do once it's safe.

A story in which Sofia Henderson, Dustin Henderson's older sister, fights interdimensional monsters and falls in love with a band geek. [seasons 3-5] robin buckley x fem OC no smut! only fluff

Clara Vale fled one unwanted marriage only to run straight into another. It's just her bad luck to fall into the clutches of a Dark witch whose watery-eyed son collects "pretty things." Knowing it's only a matter of time before he returns and claims his unwilling bride, Clara finds her only solace in the witch's garden. It's poisonous and shows no mercy, but at least she can feel the sun and see the sky and dream of flying away. Then one day, hidden in a tulip, she finds something impossible: A man. With wings. Wounded, furious, and no bigger than her thumb. Intercepting a traitor's curse meant for his father, Prince Elion Rosegrave wakes in a hostile world where predators prowl, magic twists, and the flowers have teeth. He's growing increasingly desperate to return to his realm, where his parents still trust the very hand that betrayed them. He alone knows the truth, but he's bound to a fate he cannot break alone. She needs him to escape a cage. He needs her to save a kingdom. Both are trapped, but only she can decide if love is enough to give them wings.

The Elves and Humans are at war. The world's god is dying - but wants to help. Using the last of his strength, he creates a fairy instilling into her all of his power. She arrives on Earth, and being alone, afraid, and grief she sheds a single tear. The tear drops into the soil and a glass sapling starts to grow.

Spring always comes quietly. The first flower blooms in an ordinary garden, the kind that people walk by without a second glance. But this one is different. It opens a door. As the seasons shift, secrets begin to unravel-rivals tied together by an ancient weapon that stubbornly refuses to stir unless they stand together, a dragon feared by all but hunted unfairly, a god forgotten for so long who has begun to interfere once more. Worlds collide. Legends come alive. Magic seeps into the ordinary. Spring is not merely a season in this world. It observes. It recalls. It decides. Some are drawn through doors hidden behind flower petals. Some fall in love with people who feel peculiarly, inexplicably familiar. Some are asked to safeguard that which the world insists must be destroyed. And some discover that destiny is not about strength-it's about who you'll stand beside when the world starts to bloom. 🌸❀ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 ❀🌸 is a tale of boundaries and gentleness, rivalry and loyalty, the subtle power of beginnings, and the things that stir when the world turns a new page. For once Spring learns your name, it never forgets.

After Eleven makes her way to iceland, she has to start over. She meets new people, new friends. She even has a job that she surprisingly loves. Years go by and the memories of her teenager years still haunt her. One day, on a trip to the city, she finds a book, made by Mike. This leads her to send out a post card. A postcard, of three waterfalls.

A girl whose heart glows like a lantern. A warmth that reaches someone she's never met. A love story that begins not with searching, but with remembering. This is the moment two unseen souls recognize each other across distance, silence, and the quiet ache of night. A soft, atmospheric tale about resonance, intuition, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts into the same breath.

[ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴍᴀʟᴇғɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ] What has basked in brilliance must one day learn the hush of shadows. What has danced in the light must also feel the cold embrace of the night. Equinox. A balance. Equal parts of light and dark. This is the story of a girl who lived her life in the sun's radiance, only to fall in the night's gentle insistence. This is the story of a fairy who lived his life brightly, only for it to be veiled by betrayal. So let us tell an old story anew, and we will see how well you know it. For even the brightest light can falter, even the warmest heart can grow bitter. But it's the return from those dark nights that matter. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~ (DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maleficent. All rights go to Disney.) #1 in equinox 10/06/2025 #117 in fairies 10/07/2025 #8 in whimsical 10/11/2025 #4 in whimsical 10/18/2025 #10 in magical creatures 11/04/2025

For three hundred years, the sky above Vaelor has been cursed-ashen, wounded, and empty of stars. But Lysa has always heard something hidden inside it: a lonely song calling through the clouds. When a beautiful stranger made of starlight falls from the heavens, she learns the truth. Cael is one of the buried stars, trapped by an ancient curse that stole the night from the world. As the prison in the sky begins to break, Lysa and Cael fall into a love neither earth nor heaven was meant to hold. To free the stars, they must risk everything-but some loves are written to burn, even when they cannot last.

Elodie Greene has recently moved in to her cousin's, Marica, house. And she quickly becomes aware of the glaringly obvious class divide. Her cousin has warned her to stay away from the Eastside and the greasers that run those streets. But what happens when she befriends a group? What happens when she falls for one of them?

Prompts given to me by friends... and I went a little wild. Tiny worlds, strange rules, shifting genres, and occasional chaos. Enter knowing anything could happen.

After a devastating break-up, Gracie escapes to Rome, Italy. A small Bible falls out of a handsome stranger's jacket after they bump into each other. In search of him, they mysteriously meet again at a unique location. With the little time she has left before returning home, he reveals God to her, showing her how to see Him in the most unexpected places.

What becomes of the night when dawn exhales its last breath? Does it surrender, or does it linger, cloaked in silence? In that fleeting moment, as darkness softens into light, What truths are hidden in the stillness? For even as the world awakens, Some shadows never leave the soul. ~ In the silence of the early dawn, the sighs were such, That neither the state of time was known, nor the conditions, Only the sound of his footsteps made my world incredibly bright.

Within these pages lies a chorus of voices. Some are gentle, some are fierce, some are suspended between laughter and ache. The short stories trace fleeting encounters and crossroads moments, echoing the weight of choices people wish they could undo. The poems shape emotion into form, opening windows onto longing, resilience, fear, and hope. Together, they create a collection meant to be read in pauses: on quiet mornings, restless nights, or whenever you need a reminder that stories don't have to be long to linger. Whether you read it cover-to-cover or one page at a time, each piece offers a brief yet meaningful place to rest.

This poem is for those who refuse to let the world take their imagination away.

Valentine never had a lick of magic to his name, but that didn't stop him from becoming high society's darling in the enchanted land of Stellamaris. Until one cunning witch takes it all away... Valentine wakes up five years in the past as a backwater bookseller in Greater Moss-on-the-Wold, stuck in the drab place where he started. Robbed of his status, his looks, and his charmed life, Valentine is determined to find the legendary witch Lilivere and be freed from this horrible curse. Except Lilivere is out of town... and the only witch who can help him now is her taciturn daughter, Luciana. Who doesn't have a single drop of magic. Stoic, brooding Luc couldn't care less about high society, the art of spellcraft, or a sullen has-been cursed to return to his humble past. Outcast and misfit, she lives alone in the woods, preferring solitude to the villagers' scorn. But as they work together to break Valentine's curse and set things right, Luc and Valentine realize there's a greater scheme at play. And that magic, like so many things in life, is never as simple as it seems. Written for the ONC 2026. 39: After being cursed, you go from being the most popular socialite to becoming a nobody. 11: The daughter of the most powerful witch is nothing like her mother. 73. You wake up in a body that isn't yours, living a life almost identical to your own, and soon discover you're bound by an ancient curse forcing you to relive your past until you finally get one thing right. (Slightly modified; the curse is not particularly ancient.)

The Eye has seen-the world will end, unless the apocalypse is properly thwarted. Unfortunately, this task has been handed to the two worst people for the job. Gadowyn Harker is a poison-peddling witch of the Gold City with a curse: if she loves, she will lose her powers-and herself. Beau "The Beautificent" Beguile (not his real name) is a smug necromancer who cons the rich and has a lifelong allergy to love, and all its messy bits. Now they must do the unthinkable: bring a dragon and a future knight-princess-sworn enemy of dragonkind-together, romantically. The world would do well to start praying; the chances of success are slim at best. Meanwhile, the Gold City teeters on the brink of collapse, undead roam the streets (entirely Beau's fault), and the end of the world draws ever closer. Somehow, Gadowyn and Beau must save it all with love-without falling prey to it themselves. First draft written for ONC 2026 | Main Prompts 11 & 98

Some lights go dark not because they are gone-but because they are waiting to be found. Fern is a Tender, a quiet moth who collects and preserves light in tiny jars beneath an ancient willow. She believes her purpose is to keep things safe and still-until an exhausted traveler named Cinder arrives carrying too much luggage and an unlit lantern. As they share nettle tea and quiet mornings, Fern begins to question if keeping something means holding it tight... or letting it go. A gentle fairytale about loss, rest, and the quiet magic of letting someone help.

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.