“Dear earthlings, prepare to be my slave!” Announced the alien. “You will have to work 3 entire days from Monday to Wednesday, you will only get A5 wagyu steak for meals, and if that isn’t cruel enough you’ll have to work 2 entire torturing hours of picking strawberries every single work day!”

In a deal with a fae, you must give up something you hold dear. Whether it be your name, your first born, or something else, it must be held dear. You, gave up your addiction. It worked.

You’ve been “trapped” in a “VR” game for years, learnt magic, had a family, etc. But now they’ve “rescued” you from it all. Waking up on the hospital bed you reflexively cast a shield. Which works.

A king who doesn’t really want to and isn’t able to run the kingdom properly catches wind of a noble woman who wants to kill him to take over and he realizes she is extremely competent so he decides to propose to her to save everyone the hassle and they have a surprisingly healthy relationship.

“Please stop writing! The very next thing you write will actually happen!”

This magical writing tool has changed itself through generations to resemble the implements of the current time. It makes what has been written truth- great historians writing tales of their battles changing history to what they wish. A teenage girl has just gotten hold of it and is using it to write extremely bad fanfiction.