#first is a beauty cheers at the cottage

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Tagged by @wordsbyrian

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[nayaesworld]

The Beast in the Woods

Warnings: smut, supernatural!Terry

Word count: 3800+

Don’t let the wolf in through your back door…

Nature attracted Willow for as long as she could remember it enchanted her and she filled her time nurturing plants and animals alike. Some would say she spent way too much time surrounded by thick greenery and that’s why she couldn’t stand to be around people. But Willow just preferred her own company most times.

Buying a cottage smack dead in the middle of lush woods sounded like a nightmare to most, but this was prime real estate to Willow. Mornings were spent feeding the neighboring deer herd and wild bunnies that had taken a liken to her and her vegetable garden. After getting tired of trying to keep them from her garden, she had given in and just decided to share what she couldn’t eat, they had a beautiful balance out there and she was content with her little piece of paradise.

This morning was no different, she had awoken from her soft bed in a cheerful mood, an angel in her own right. Completing her morning routine she shook out her short curls and misted them lightly with a little water. This morning a light fog blanketed the woodlands and she pulled on her hiking boots and coat eager to rush out into it.

Expecting to open her large front door to hungry animals, she was shocked to find her front yard and small porch clear of any wildlife. Shrugging to herself she shoved her phone into her coat pocket and started her trek out to the pond a little ways past her cottage.

She loved to visit it because it was a great spot to take pictures and watch nature move around her. The air was fresh and dewy and she smiled up into it, soaking in the clean fresh country air. She thrived off it.

It didn’t take her long to see the pond up ahead and she began to quicken her pace, rushing to seat herself on a log a few feet from the water. And oddly enough when she sat there and waited, no deer rushed out to meet her, no bunnies nibbled at her boots, and no birds chirped from their high perches. Something felt off, it was eerily quiet in the usually loud and bustling woods. Willow felt out of place and oddly like a sitting duck, what had happened between yesterday and now? Sighing to herself she felt like what people said about her was true, if this is what her happiness depended on… was she broken? She admitted she wasn’t into what your typical twenty-three year old was into, but twenty somethings weren’t a monolith… they couldn’t possibly expect her to like something just because they did.

“Maybe I do need to go out and meet people… this is pathetic.” She mumbled to herself and tugged on her short curls, she didn’t wanna beat herself down over human companionship… not again. It had never gotten her anywhere before, but every now and again she truly did long for someone, someone to love and care for outside of her animals. A man? She laughed out loud this time. Would she know the first thing to do with a man? How to cater to him, feed him, pleasure him? God no, she had no such idea the first thing to do with a man,and maybe that’s why she’d never been with one.

Twisting her lips to the side, she decided she wouldn’t make this trip into the woods a depressing one. She would make the very best of it all.

He’d spent the last two weeks watching the little brown beauty flit and twirl effortlessly through the woods. It had been exactly two weeks since he caught a scent so strong and enticing in the wind, that he could only focus on one thing until he found her. Her scent had traveled for miles on the wind, over rivers and lakes and smacked him dead in the face. A sweet scent that reminded him of the honeysuckle that grew in large vines in the bushes, at first he fought to overcome the bloodlust but now he realized he had succumbed to it.

The constant stalking and eying had made him a student to her never changing routine. Each morning she would water her garden and feed the wild animals that gratefully took the easy food from her,each afternoon she would walk the trail to the pond, and she would end her day meditating on a mat in the middle of her flower garden.

Did she know that he’d been watching and waiting around to be fed by her? To feed from her, to soak in the very life force that pumped through her veins. He felt feral and out of his own body most times he was in close proximity of her, the beast inside grinding and gnawing at his mind.

Today was no different; her humming and singing through the woods had alerted him, he cocked his head towards the music coming from her mouth, listening and intrigued yet again. Wasn’t she afraid to be taken out here all alone? Hadn’t she known that she could be snatched and no one would ever find a trace? What was she trying to prove, he felt insulted by her lack of awareness, maybe she needed something to scare her into a sense of self preservation.

This night he knew he could no longer hold back, he felt the presence of the full moon before nightfall ever came, it compelled him to do two things, feed and fuck. Would she even survive something so animalistic as him, and would she accept him for who he truly was? Her love for all things furry and wild made him believe so, but he wouldn’t bet that her pretty little eyes would fill with terror and flee at what he truly was, the form he would take every full moon.

He didn’t have all day to get close to her, so he began to plan his attempt…

Dressed in a cream colored milkmaid dress Willow twirled from side to side, she felt pretty and ethereal. Her curly hair was pulled into a low ponytail and she left her short curly bangs to grace her forehead, slipping on her chocolate brown cowgirl boots she hurried out her back door and into her backyard to water her flowers.

Turning on her water hose she turned the nozzle a few times to her preferred setting and drenched her thirsty plants with water. Her sunflowers had wilted a little from her neglect, but she was hopeful they would perk right on up by tomorrow morning. Walking over and checking her rose bush, she snipped a few stems with her garden pliers and slipped them into her glass vase. These would look gorgeous in her kitchen window. She enjoyed the extended sunlight because on days like this she could water her flowers at 8 pm.

A twig snapping in the close distance snapped her from admiring her flowers, standing to her full height she waited for the deer to come to her… but they never did, instead to her horror she watched a man step out from the woods. Dropping the water hose from her hand she stood in shock, she stared out at him confused by his presence yet curious. Did she have new neighbors?

“Hello…umm are you lost?” Her chipper voice carried across the small meadow.

“Yess… and I’m hurt… I was attacked out in the woods and lost my phone. I’m bleeding and I need to call for help.” His deep voice touched her ear drums and rattled her head, it was so rich and she found herself wanting to hear him talk more.

“I.. umm.. I have a phone you could use, but you’d have to wait outside. Is that ok?” She wanted to help but she still was weary of strangers, no matter how handsome.

“Yes that’s fine with me….thank you.” She watched him walk closer and she stepped into her back door to grab her cell phone. When she made it back outside the size of the man smacked her in the face, even sitting on her bench he seemed to be just as tall as her standing up. The shirt that clung to his body was like a second skin, ready to rip to pieces at any sudden movement. His arms were huge and his bulging biceps were the same size as her head. Stepping closer to him she noticed the blood dripping from his side where a large gash had ripped into his shirt and skin.

“Oh my god… your side.. are you sure you should bleed out like this?” Her panicked questions came out in a blur, this was worse than she had imagined.

“No… I feel dizzy and hot. I need some water please… I feel like I might pass out.” The handsome stranger looked green in the face, like his life was fading away slowly and that he might not last long.

Willow couldn’t let this man die in her backyard. Throwing caution to the wind, she helped him off the bench and let him inside her home to her dining table.

Rushing to her medicine cabinet she pulled out gauze pads and peroxide along with a ointment to help clean the wound while it was patched up.

“I-I can help you ok…. Please don’t die on me…hello, sir can you hear me?” Raising his head from her dining table he put a thumbs up, and she breathed out heavily. Placing the first aid kit on her table she watched him lift his shirt, grimacing as the fabric and old blood stuck to the gash.

“I’m sorry if this hurts… but it’s all I have for something like this… are you ready?” Lifting his head he peered into her eyes and nodded his head. Uncapping the peroxide she quickly doused the wound, the fizzle of it drowned out by his loud groans. His fist balled up at his sides and she lightly placed her hand on his back.

Hurrying to douse it one more time for good measure she cleaned the debris and blood from the area and placed a large gauze over the area. Rushing to her fridge she grabbed two cold bottles of water and sat them in front of him. Uncapping the water she watched across the kitchen as he sucked down both bottles insanely fast. Could her day get any weirder?

It worked? The injured stranger ploy had really worked. He wasn’t too surprised though and enjoyed her tending to his self inflicted wound, her small warm hands felt like dancing fire on his skin, flickering and flitting as they pleased. Yet trying not to hurt him.

Her small frame was now across the kitchen as she carefully watched him, probably wishing she hadn’t let him into her home.

“Thank you… I imagine it wasn’t easy to let a stranger into your home… but I’m appreciative.” He let his voice drop and become soft, and he watched her form straighten up. A small smile gracing her perfect cherub face before she spoke.

“Umm…you are very welcome…are you from around here… you can still call someone if you need to?” Oh he would be doing no such thing, he was exactly where he needed to be; wanted to be. The lion oh so entranced with the lamb…

“Yess I’d still like to take that call if I can.” Placing her phone into his large hands he pretended to dial a number as he faked a phone call to a family member.

As he ended the fake call he glanced at the time in the corner of her screen… 10:30 pm.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore, felt it in his bones, felt it where she touched him. The full moon loomed over the cottage like a bat signal, and he watched her chest rise and fall with her breast. Her perky titties sitting up in her little milk maiden dress, he heard the pulse racing in her veins. Was she getting scared? She should be, you don’t talk to strangers and you certainly don’t let them into your home.

“So… is-is someone gonna come to pick you up…. If not that’s fine … I can drop you where you need to go?” She was growing suspicious of him; he even smelt a little fear mixed into the air. Was he sick to be turned on by this little doe’s fear, couldn’t he just walk away and spare her… no he had gone too far already to turn back.

“No one is coming to get me… and I don’t want you to drop me anywhere… I’m exactly where I need to be, sweetheart.” Grinning at her he could feel his canines begin to elongate and come to a point. Her eyes widened as she backed into the corner in her kitchen, he raised out of her kitchen chair and stalked towards her.

“Please don’t make this hard for me little doe… I’m here to bring you pleasure… and a little pain if you let me.” He took her face into his hands and sniffed the jet black curls on her head, filling his nose with the pomegranate scent from her favorite hair care line.

She smelled sweet from head to toe, a lamb walking into a lions den. She finally let her big chocolate orbs meet his and he watched the fear wash from her body, what had she seen in his eyes that caused a sudden change of heart… she couldn’t possibly feel for him what he felt for her.

“Please don’t hurt me….I don’t want you to hurt me… please be gentle.” Ahh so she was giving in, and she didn’t even know what to. She didn't know that she’d be devoured from the inside out and ravished. She took the first chance she could to lean up and press her lips to his, her little body felt electrical. Sparks flying from her hot skin, he growled and curled his large hand around her slim neck and hungry introduced her mouth to his tongue.

“Why are you giving yourself to me so eagerly… aren’t you afraid?” He watched as she shook her head no, she should be.

“No… I’ve waited for something like this for so long… why be scared? You won’t hurt me… right?” His intense ocean eyes squinted as they stared down at her, opening his mouth he revealed his long canines. Her dainty hand reached up with her pointer finger and touched his teeth in awe. As she began to retract her hand he captured it in his and sucked her finger into his hot mouth.

“Wha-what are you?” Her breath came out in shudders as he reached into the crook of her neck to nip into it.

“I’m a beast you’ll learn to love… or you’ll die trying.” Tugging her ponytail back he extended her neck further and ran his tongue along her jumping pulse, it was all he could hear right now outside of her little gasps. What did her blood taste like?

Slinging the little brown beauty over his shoulder he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. The room smelled of her, had a boho vibe and was filled with greenery. A true reflection of the little nature fairy he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. She had long ago kicked off her boots and now only resided in her cream dress, brown eyes low with need.

“This is my first time… will you be gentle with me…I want this to be special.” She was cute, cute to assume gentle is what she’d achieve fucking with an animal. The news excited him and furthered his own obsession for her, could humans carry Lycan cubs… he was being irrational, hung up on the thought of never feeling loneliness again.

He pulled her up and watched her undress, all that was left… a pair of white cotton panties. Stripping out his own clothes he moved to hover above her and suckled her c cup breast into his mouth. His large tongue sucking her pebbled nipples into his mouth, her skin even tasted sweet… whatever homemade body cream she had whipped up; her skin the scent of mangoes. Moaning low in his ears he watched her writhe beneath him, thighs rubbing together to apply friction to her dripping pussy.

“Aht aht… let me work my way down to it lil mama… are you wet yet?” Still sucking on her breast he raked his hand down her body until they met the hem of her panties. Sliding his hands into her panties he felt the wet spot forming in the front and groaned. This wet little pussy was priming itself for him, and it had no idea what was in store. His finger rubbed up and down her wet lips, slowly reaching the little slit that poured liquid like a faucet.

“Please… put it in please I’m begging.” Her pants were music to his ears and he pushed his middle finger into her warm entrance and stroked slowly, listening to the squish get louder and louder. Her legs widened and he positioned her to sit with her back to his chest and pull her legs up to hers. He ordered her to kick off her panties and lay against him as he worked on adding his second finger.

“Ahh-hmm… please…pl- oh I want to cum… can I please” she squealed out at him and he sped his fingers up, smacking into her fat mound at a speed she couldn’t catch on too. Her breath rushed out of her breath quickly and before he knew it a clear coat of liquid coated his fingers. Pulling his fingers out he observed the liquid up close and placed it to his nose. His own personal drug, he was sure his eyes had crossed as he let the sticky fluid touch his tongue.

Moving from behind her he stood in front of her and grabbed her chin into his hand. “I want you to taste yourself… taste this sweet pussy.” She allowed his tongue to seize her mouth, and their tongues tangled in her mouth. He was changing again, his nail beds now long, dawning claws at the bed of them.

He stood again dick hung and swinging in front of her… it was now or never. He had to take this little doe and expose her to the reality of him. He couldn’t ignore the worried expression on her face if she tried.

“Listen to me, I can only make this gentle if you relax for me… if you seize up it will hurt… I need you to trust me and let me do this for you.”

“Ok… I’ll try.” Her voice came out low but his ears caught her words. Laying her down on her back he placed her legs on either side of his head and started to lead that fat head of his penis into her tight little hole. It was excruciating for him… the pressure her walls put on him made him eager to hold her down and pound her out… but he had to go slow and be patient for her. He lifted up and watched her face, it was scrunched up and her mouth laid wide open sucking in air slowly, sliding another few inches in he felt her hands rest at his hips to stop him.

“Just a little slower ... .please” and slow is what he gave her, pulling all the way out he started over. Eager to have her begging to be filled with ten inches of supernatural dick. The slow stroking opened up a small water park between them, her cunt now open and taking his heavier strokes.

Her bed shook and smacked into the wall loudly as he slammed down into her awaiting pussy. Pulling out he drug her body towards the edge of the bed and pressed her knees into her chest; continuing his assault on her good pussy he anchored himself to the floor and dipped his hips, knocking the Mario coins out of her. Reaching out to grab at his back she gasped for air, her face a mixture of confusion and ecstasy.

“Oh-ahh… please I feel something…. I have to pee please… oooweee.” This put his stroking into overdrive and he watched as a geyser erupted from between them.

Her spent body splayed out in front of him, he felt the effects of the full moon begin to fully change him. She watched in fear as his body contorted and twisted, skin ripping apart to make way for fur and claws. His already large ears thinned out and grew long on top of his head, his mouth elongating into a snout. The creature barely able to stand up fully in her bedroom watched her carefully, she was too afraid to move a muscle and offered herself up to the beast.

It moved towards her in a stalking manner and stroked the soft skin of her cheek. “Please don’t stop…. I still want more…. I don’t care if this is what you really are.”

He had waited to hear those words all night long, and indeed had no plans on stopping. Careful not to scratch her with his long claws he flipped Willow over and arched her back, sitting her ass as high up as he could get it. The beast growled as it reached down to lap at the wetness that still leaked from her, the long dick between his legs jumping having a mind of its own.

Leading his penis into her snug hole he lifted his head back and howled, the sound booming throughout her house and her brain, the strokes were hard and fast. The constant feeling of fur brushing against her body tickled her and made her pussy leak more into him. A small cut formed from where his claws had nicked her and he reached down and suckled at the blood.

“Ohhh fuck me… har-harder…. Yessss baby please.” She was lost in euphoria, clouded and claimed by the beast’s presence. He continued to pound into her alarmingly fast, reaching down to tug on her curls.

His hips began to falter and she felt her walls tugging on his dick, with a deep growl and a nip to her neck she felt him pumping his semen into her. His full body weight on her she could only lay there and succumb.

Willow awoke the next day feeling….freshly fucked. Her mind and body wrapped in a mini coma that she would gladly endure again and again. Turning around she stared down at the beautiful man in bed next to her…he had come into her life and quite literally rocked it.

“You never told me your name.” She pouted down at him and accepted a peck to her lips.

“I’m Terry… Terry Richmond.”

A/N: I am so insane for this😭it’s currently 3am my time and I just finished typing this up… it was a random thought at like 8pm and I was like woah wtf. Anywho I really hope yall like it🫶🏾

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But Daddy I Love Him!: A Disney Princess Legacy Challenge

I didn't really like any version of the Disney Princess Legacy so I decided to do one myself! I tried not to repeat traits, skills... But sometimes I couldn't figure out, sorry! I also included a color scheme based on the princess. You have to complete the aspiration, career and max the skills, unless stated otherwise. I also included some extra goals!

It's not playtested, so I might make changes as I play. I have an edited lifespan that makes Young Adulthood and Adulthood a little bit longer, but Teenagehood and Childhood shorter. My guess is that you could finish the challenge in normal lifespan, but you also can do it in long or with a custom lifespan, or even turn aging off if you want to! Whatever you want to do!

Also, I had to be quite... Creative in some of the princess descriptions, because their personalities are very similar.

Also, there's not really any general rules. Your heir can be any gender you want (Everyone can be a princess!), if you want to cheat, cheat, if you wanna change something, change it!

Generation 1. Snow White 🍎

Packs: Cottage Living, Parenthood

Running away from a terrible family, you find yourself in a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere. You dedicate yourself to keep it clean and make it a home. A hopeless romantic, you dream of finding your true love and form a beautiful family.

Traits: Cheerful, Romantic, Childish

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Stay-at-Home Parent

Skills: Cooking, Parenting, Cross-Stitching

Colors: Red, Blue and Yellow

Make seven friends

Marry your first love and stay with them all your life. Don’t woohoo before marriage

Befriend wild animals (bunnies, birds, foxes)

Have three children

Grow an apple tree of magnificent quality in your backyard

Generation 2. Cinderella 👠

Packs: High School Years, Cats and Dogs, My First Pet Stuff

Your parent instill in you the importance of being a hard-worker, but you can’t help but wish for a better life! With your two siblings making your life impossible, you spent your teenage years working a part-time job and saving as much money as you could to get away from them. As a young adult, you move to your own place and start working in the world of fashion.

Traits: Ambitious, Overachiever, Perfectionist

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Style Influencer

Skills: Writing, Painting, Charisma, Photography

Colors: Silver

Have a bad relationship with your two siblings

As a teen, reach max level of a part-time job of your choice

Always have a rat and a cat as your pets

You need no one to achieve success! But, eventually, you find someone as rich as talented as you have become (aka, don’t marry/move with before you have completed at least 3 tiers of your aspiration)

Generation 3. Aurora 🛏️

Packs: Nifty Knitting, Get Famous, Parenthood, Island Living

Unlike your parent, you don't even have to move a finger to get what you want. Born and raised in a wealthy family, you might be getting a little spoiled. That’s why your parents send you to live in your uncle/aunt’s house. There, you learn some good lessons, like the importance of generosity and hard work. Although some things never change… And naps are still your favorite pastime!

Traits: Lazy, Creative, Generous

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: Career Hop

Skills: Comedy, Knitting

Colors: Blue, Pink

Move out to your uncle/aunt’s house as a teen. There, they teach you discipline. Make sure you get at least two good character value traits!

Meet your future spouse at your uncle/aunt’s, but don’t start dating him until you are a young adult. They have to be a mermaid!

As a young adult, you don’t really know what to do. Career hop everytime you receive a call!

You love to knit! It is something you can do while sitting. Unlock all types of clothing and buy objects available with the Knitting skill

Generation 4. Ariel 🧜🏻‍♀️

Packs: Island Living, Snowy Escape, Parenthood

As a teen, you discover that you are not a normal sim: you are a merfolk. Your curious nature makes you move out from your family house to the place where your parent was born and raised, and reconnect with your roots. But when you fall in love with a normal sim, you decide to renounce your other form and become a boring, normal human.

Traits: Geek, Adventurous, Child of the Ocean

Aspiration: Beach Life

Career: Conservationist

Skills: Logic, Fitness

Colors: Red, Green, Purple

Get the Irresponsible character value trait

As soon as you become a young adult, move out to Sulani

Complete the Seashells collection and another collection of your choice

Befriend a dolphin

Stop being a mermaid when you fall in love with a human sim!

Generation 5. Belle 📚

Packs: High School Years, City Living/For Rent, Growing Together, Cats and Dogs

Ever since you were a kid you loved to hide under the covers with a good book and immerse yourself in a world full of magic where everything is possible. You love to read, it is your favorite thing in the whole world, and to think you also could create those beautiful stories? That's your dream. You also love your family, but you want to have your own life, so after graduating high school you move to a shared apartment looking for a little more independence. Turns out your roommate is a monster, but for some reason you can’t stop thinking that there is goodness deep inside them…

Traits: Bookworm, Creative, Good

Aspiration: Best-Selling Author

Career: Writer

Skills: Writing, Charisma

Colors: Yellow

Try to become a valedictorian or at least graduate with honors in High School!

Share an apartment with a sim with the evil trait. Fall in love with them, and try to change its trait for another one with the self-discovery system!

Keep a rose in your house

Always have a dog in your household

Generation 6. Jasmine 🧞‍♂️

Packs: Get Famous, High School Years, Get Together, For Rent, Romantic Garden Stuff

Stubborn and impulsive, you are not interested in love at all, especially with your parents pressuring you to give them grandkids and introducing you to suitors all the time. You want to triumph, be something for yourself! You might come across as a little self-absorbed, but you have a good heart and will help everyone in need. You move to Del Sol Valley looking for fame, and there you find someone that sparks your interest… But if you do commit to someone, it will be your decision. Your parents will have nothing to say in the matter.

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Hot-Headed, Party Animal

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Career: Actor/Actress

Skills: Acting, Dancing

Colors: Blue

Have a bad relationship with all the sims your parents introduce you, especially with one of them

Fall in love with a sim in the criminal career. Your parents do not approve of them, so they have a bad relationship

Go on a vacation to Tomarang and adopt a tiger!

Make three different wishes with the wishing well over the course of your life

Generation 7. Pocahontas 🌳

Packs: Seasons, Outdoor Retreat, Discover University, Spa Day, For Rent

You grew up in the buzzling city of Del Sol Valley, a place that never sleeps, full of luxury and fake appearances, but you never felt comfortable there. You always had a connection with nature, and as soon as you reach young adulthood, you leave your parents mansion, looking to find inner peace. A natural leader, you decide to devote your life to guide and teach young generations.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured, Vegetarian

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Education

Skills: Research & Debate, Herbalism, Wellness

Colors: Brown, Blue

As a child and a teen, be in scouts and collect all the badges!

Have a failed relationship before finding the one you form a family with

You are a deeply spiritual person. Max the friendship bar with one of your dead grandparents

Get the Wise trait as an elder

Generation 8. Mulan 🐉

Packs: StrangerVille, Paranormal

You have a huge sense of responsibility, so you join the military thinking that that is the best way to help people. But then, you are transferred to the town of StrangerVille, and start suspecting the military wants to cover something related to the Secret Lab in the outskirts of town… And you are gonna figure out what it is.

Traits: Clumsy, Active, Family-Oriented

Aspiration: StrangerVille Mystery

Career: Military

Skills: Fitness, Logic

Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow

Fall in love with someone also in the military career. You have to have a bad relationship with them first

Befriend three other co-workers

Matchmake your friends!

Get the Brave reward trait

Generation 9. Tiana 🐸

Packs: Dine Out, Cottage Living, Growing Together

You have a passion for good food, are a very hard-working sim and will do anything possible to achieve your goals! You start working at a restaurant hoping one day you will open your very own, where you will make people happy with your dishes. Oh, you also are obsessed with frogs, but you don’t know where that comes from…

Traits: Foodie, Animal Enthusiast, Self-Assured

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Chef/Restaurant Owner

Skills: Cooking, Gourmet Cooking

Colors: Green, Blue

Open your own restaurant after completing the aspiration. Reach the 5 stars!

Complete the frogs collection

Have a best friend

Adopt at least 1 child; They will be the heir. Have a strict family dynamic with them

Generation 10. Rapunzel 🌞

Packs: Get to Work, Horse Ranch, City Living

Your parents were always very protective of you, and you never understood why, until they confessed to you that you were adopted. Because of their strict parenting, you couldn’t do crazy things and learn from your mistakes; you crave adventures and want to discover who you really are. You really are a creative force! You love painting, you love singing, and you also seem to have a gift to make other people feel better, so you decide to become a doctor and spend all your free time looking for your biological parents.

Traits: Art Lover, Music Lover, Genius

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Doctor

Skills: Painting, Logic, Singing

Colors: Pink, Purple

Find your biological parents as a young adult or an adult

Have a very long hair

Have a horse in your household

Have 4 kids in total. 3 of them have to be triplets!

Note: If I finish the legacy, which I don't think I will because I never finish them 😂 I will make extra generations for Merida, Moana and Raya.

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james dating ravenclaw next 🙈

of course 🙈

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ james potter dating a ravenclaw.

pairing. james potter x ravenclaw!reader.

warnings. fluff.

you first met during a gryffindor common room party, while he was still daydreaming over lily.

eventually after the amount of times she's rejected him, you're there to comfort him.

ever since then you became friends with the other marauders, james noticing you around them and around school more.

he didn't really care for the fact that you were in a different house, instead he was more than curious about the traits of your house and the people in it.

once you show him around the common room he's instantly fascinated, hoping to get to know you more.

after you show him around the common room he asks you out for a date on the astronomy tower, figuring it's an environment you'd both enjoy.

you enjoyed the date more than you thought you would, he was a gentlemen basically the whole time, almost nonstop flirting with you.

when he invites you to meet his parents they literally love you right away, not caring what house you're in.

he love love loves sleepovers in your common room more than his, falling asleep to a ceiling full of stars is so peaceful to him.

(if you play quidditch) he'd cheer for you at your matches, he dosen't care what house he's from he'll cheer his partner on.

he'd even wear your jersey number across his face in blue and silver.

when he wakes up the next day with your jersey numbers still on his face Sirius is just like "you're supposed to cheer your own house on :(" but james dosen't care.

after a long night sometimes he ends up accidentally wearing your scarf, mistaking it for his which was on the floor last night.

he's always buying you little gifts, wether it's something in plain silver or with small blue diamonds, he see's anything that reminds him of you and buys it.

he's a morning person but hates when he has to get out of bed with you by his side, insisting your bed is more comfy than his.

secretly meeting up in empty classrooms because you don;t have many classes together.

he literally begs you to help him with his o.w.l.s or else he claims "baby I won't graduate with you if you don't :(" you already know he's being dramatic as usual but help him anyways.

after hogwarts he asks you to move in and stay together, living in a small beach house cottage.

he lets you decorate it anyway you want, whatever would make you happy.

a year after living together he proposes, after a date night in the city.

he knew a long time ago that he wanted you to be his forever, but knew it was completely right.

it's such a beautiful wedding with your family and friends, the color scheme would be baby blue with creme white and he absolutely loves that you chose him.

[onlylurkingreadingstuff]

I saw a recent reblog you did where you listed some fic recs and then tagged with your fic preferences, which are pretty much my own, favoring canon compliance fics where they're angel/demon (though I have read some 'temporarily human' AUs I've liked). Do you have a collected rec list? Or any more recs you might toss out? Thanks so much!

Oh gosh yes.

I’m going to assume you have already explored the other fics bu the authors in the first rec post I made- everything by @redfacesmiley, @books-and-omens , @racketghost , and Drawlight/ripeteeth is a stunner. Also dig through equestrianstatue and @darcylindbergh for real gems.

When I’m reading I find a fic I like, dig through all the author’s other fics, then look at the author’s bookmarks because I figure if they wrote something I like that much, they saved things I’ll like too.

Fell free to dig through my AO3 bookmarks- they are completely unorganized and I bookmark things I want to read later or think I might want to read again, basicly anything I might want to find again- so I haven’t even read all of them. BUT! Here are some more of THOSE FICS for me:

It's Funny Because Nobody Ever Says “Burkina Faso” by indieninja92

TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!!

So funny omg. Azi is just DONE and I am here for it. It’s a locked fic to AO3 accounts so I’m not sure if the link will work-

What I shed for You by @darcylindbergh

This fic- this freakin fic!! I did not think I would ever go for a fic that was NOT azicrow but oh my god this one is so good.

But You My Dear Are An Ocean by megzseatle

After nursing his broken heart, Crowley moves on. He gets a cottage and relocates to South Downs to start over, and finds himself beloved in a small town where the people take him under their (proverbial) wing. His new friends are in no mood for charity when his ex shows back up- while Crowley might be able to forgive Az, the townspeople have a harder time with the bastard that broke dear Anthony’s heart.

If I’ve had a bad day and need to cheer up, I read this book! Omens sweet story.

…And if I’m in an emotionally stable place I will read this angsty heartbreaker. So beautiful, just so good.

Idiot/ Guts (and a load of Warbirgon’s Farmhouse White) / Ellipsis by @theyellowestmustard

A little slice of perfect right here.

I also love outsider POV criptids of soho stories- here are two good ones, one set in a coffee shop and one in a bakery.

[snowyslytherinowl]

The First Perfect Christmas

PAIRING: Severus Snape x Reader

SUMMARY: For the first time in Severus's life, he won't be celebrating Christmas alone. This time, he'll spend the holidays with you, his girlfriend. Since it's your favorite holiday, Severus tries to get you every Christmas gift on your wishlist. But when not all the items you want are available, Severus worries that he'll ruin your Christmas and disappoint you.

Warning: a very brief reference to child/domestic abuse and there's angst, but there's nothing intense. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and even if you don’t, I hope you have a wonderful day! I know I haven’t published in a while since my life has been busy, but I wanted to at least write something for the holiday season. Also, I tried my best to use British English terms (I know I didn’t use British spelling, though) but I may not have gotten them all since I’m ✨American✨.

*GIF isn't mine; credit to @smilingformoney

For the first time in his life, Severus Snape’s Christmas won’t be one of loneliness. He spent his childhood Christmases with his parents, but being with his parents was like being with no one at all. Every Christmas was the same; his father drank himself into a violent rage and his mother sat on the couch in silence. Severus envied the children who received the newest toys and ate warm meals beside a grand tree. At the very least, Severus wanted to spend time with his family even if there was no tree in the corner of the living room. Wasn’t Christmas time supposed to be full of holiday cheer and merry greetings? 

You are the only person who makes him feel happy during the holidays. He stuck his nose up at the Christmas decorations around Hogwarts and not a single tinsel could be found in his quarters. But when the clock struck midnight on the First of December, you required him to add some holiday cheer to his quarters. He placed a mini tree in the living room, hung stockings above his fireplace, and lined the doorframe to his bedroom with garland. The colorful ornaments you gave him for the tree are a little too bright and tacky, but it doesn’t matter; he’d do anything to make you happy. 

On the other hand, you decked out your Hogsmeade cottage in the spirit of the holidays. A train chugs around a miniature Christmas village, the large tree displays red globes and floating snowflakes, and a beautiful snow globe with white horses rests on your mantle. The aroma of gingerbread cookies and plum cake wafts from your kitchen as Severus walks into your cottage. You peek into the living room from the kitchen and smile widely as you see him come in. 

“Come here!” you say enthusiastically to him, but you run towards him and pull him into the kitchen before he even has a chance to oblige. There are many baked goods on the counter, ranging from gingerbread cookies with iced smiles to a Yule log that actually looks like it was cut from a tree. Without warning, you shove something in Severus’s mouth and he almost spits it out from the surprise. 

“How’s the plum cake? I’m in between giving my neighbors a plum cake or a plum pie. They said they like anything with plums, but a pie and a cake aren’t the same thing. So, what do you think I should bake them?” You look at him expectantly as he chews on the plum cake. It is absolutely delicious; it’s moist and not too sweet. Severus swallows the last bite and is about to respond when your eyes widen and you gasp. “Oh wait! I forgot to give you the pie!” Once again, Severus almost chokes as you shove the plum pie into his mouth. 

“Now what do you think?” you ask him. Severus stares blankly at you. He doesn’t want to make the wrong choice and therefore disappoint you, especially since you’re looking up at him with expectant eyes. What if he chooses the cake and the neighbors deem it not moist enough? Or what if he tells you to bake the pie and the neighbors don’t like doughy desserts? It’s a minor decision to make, but he never wants to upset you; so, he chooses the sweet he likes more. 

“I prefer the cake,” Severus says, pointing at the dessert on the counter. You beam at him and wave your wand to pop another cake into the oven. 

“Thanks! Now why don’t you sit down on the couch and I’ll clean the kitchen up?” Before he can oblige, you gently push him out of the kitchen to immerse himself in the Christmas wonderland of your living room. 

Severus sits next to the arm of the couch and looks around the room as he patiently waits for you. He notices an open journal on the side table and leans forward to look at the top page. It’s a list of some sort: a snow globe, notepad, pillow, and Iridescent Ink. Every wizard knows what Iridescent Ink is and he thinks the ‘pillow’ is the one he saw you looking at in Hogsmeade. The snow globe on your list likely refers to the one featuring Diagon Alley with reindeer flying overhead. He remembers how you gushed over how cute the reindeer were and how magical Diagon Alley looked… Wait, is this supposed to be your Christmas wishlist? 

Severus’s head snaps to the snowman Christmas countdown, which lets him know that there are twelve days until your favorite holiday. Twelve days should be plenty to find all the gifts you want, but he still internally smacks himself for forgetting to buy gifts until now. 

He immediately straightens in his seat and rips his gaze from your journal when you enter the room, carrying two mugs of steaming liquid. You wrap your arms around him and Severus blushes crimson. Even though you’ve been dating for almost a year now, Severus reacts the same way whenever you touch him. “I can’t wait to cuddle with you tonight. It’s been extra cold recently.” You rest your head on his shoulder and gaze up at him.

Yes, his thoughts about the pillow were definitely right. The pillow shapes itself around both sides of your body and adjusts when you move. He remembers how you teased him when you said, “I need something to cuddle with when you’re not here to be my body pillow every night.”

“I regret not being here to keep you warm every night, though you know that my responsibilities at Hogwarts are the only factors keeping me away from you.” Severus blushes again at your closeness and looks down. On the weekends, Severus stays overnight at your Hogsmeade cottage. You snuggle so closely and wrap your legs around his so tightly that your bodies are practically fused together. Although he isn’t particularly fond of being confined underneath your body, he does appreciate the warmth that envelopes him. “Even when I am slaving away under Dumbledore’s orders, you can always use a warming spell on nights like these.” 

“Mmm, but I prefer it when you keep me warm.” Any thoughts about the hot chocolate awaiting him on the table flee his mind when you cup his face and kiss him on the lips.

After a night of suffocating cuddles, Severus untangles himself from your arms and slips out of the bed. When you stir awake and attempt to pull him back into the bed, Severus whispers an excuse about needing to retrieve essays to grade. You press a wet kiss to his cheek, murmur a farewell, and fall right back to sleep. He’s thankful that your shift at Scrivenshaft’s is later in the day since you won’t catch him apparating to Diagon Alley. 

Stores in Diagon Alley have just opened when Severus apparates there. He heads straight for Scribbulus Writing Implements to buy Iridescent Ink for you. Rows and rows of ink line the shelves, making it impossible for him to find Iridescent Ink among colors like Eccentric Emerald and Plum Paradise. After he finds three jars, he heads for Rosa Lee Teabag. Even if you didn’t ask for tea on your wishlist, Severus still buys a box of your favorite tea. Then, a book with moving illustrations displayed in the shop window of Flourish and Blotts catches his eye. His cheeks burn when the cashier asks if it’s for his child, but his momentary embarrassment is worth it since you love books with colorful, detailed illustrations. Perhaps it could be passed on to his future child too. 

He remembers seeing your desired snow globe at Ethereal Embellishments Emporium. House-themed snow globes line the top shelf and snow globes with a crackling fireplace lie below. Severus’s brow furrows when he notices that the Diagon Alley snow globe is missing. Try as he might to scavenge through the store and rearrange the shelves, Severus can’t find it. 

Even when he asks the store clerk if there are any Diagon Alley snow globes in their inventory, his inquiry remains unsuccessful. She comes back with a box containing a snow globe in the shape of a lantern. A snowman and snowwoman hug each other and wave at the person outside the glass while snow falls around them. Severus frowns as he turns the snow globe in his hand. One reason why you like the Diagon Alley snow globe is because of the cute reindeer flying overhead, and this snow globe has cute snowpeople. Even though it’s nice, it isn’t the one you wanted. After handing it back to the store clerk, her thanks her for her time and leaves the store. 

Awkwardly standing in the middle of the street, Severus feels a sense of dread as he considers where else he can find that snow globe. Dazzling Decorations Depot and Hartigan’s Holiday House both sell Christmas decorations. Though when he visits the two shops, he finds out that Hartigan’s has sold out of snow globes and Dazzling Decorations Depot doesn’t even sell snow globes. 

His dread turns into panic. He only bought the Iridescent Ink, which can be bought at any stationery shop. The Hogsmeade store that sells the pillow is closed on the weekends. He’s afraid that if he purchases it on Monday, you’ll catch him walking back to Hogwarts with the pillow in hand. He can’t buy the notepad from Scrivenshaft’s either since you work there today and it’s closed on Sunday. The only other day you have off is Tuesday, but it may be sold out by then. 

Of course, Severus can gift you items other than what’s on your wishlist. But what if you get angry that he didn’t get you everything on your wishlist? What if you don’t like the gifts he’s chosen for you? Would this ruin your Christmas? Examining the contents of the shopping bags from Rosa Lee Teabag and Flourish and Blotts, Severus can't shake the thought that the items he purchased aren’t good enough for you. 

After returning to Hogwarts, Severus drops off what he bought and retrieves the essays he actually does need to grade. He returns to your cottage and sits at your kitchen table, grading the essays. Reading his students’ subpar papers on the properties of Wolfsbane Potion does nothing to distract him from his thoughts, especially as he hears the toot of the train chugging around the Christmas village. You decorated your cottage in the Christmas spirit, make him Holiday Blancmange every weekend, and send sweet notes to his office in Hogwarts Castle. Meanwhile, he hadn’t even thought to start buying gifts until yesterday. 

Severus’s eyes brighten as you return home from work, but his gaze holds a bit of sadness as he thinks about what a poor excuse of a boyfriend he is. You laugh as you close the front door and quickly hide something behind your back. “Give me a second!” you say enthusiastically to him and dash into your bedroom. He finishes marking an essay as he hears you rearranging items in your room. 

You come back into the kitchen and wrap your arms around him from behind. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

“It can only ever be average when I must read my students’ atrocious papers,” he drawls and rests his hand over yours. “How was work? You are slightly later than usual.”

“It was stressful and the store was packed with people throughout my entire shift. You know, with it being the holiday rush and all.” You lean forward and kiss Severus’s cheek. “But I got something special for you.”

Feelings of guilt eat away at Severus’s heart and his shoulders droop, but he tries to shake it off before you notice. “Oh? Where is it?”

“You won’t get it until Christmas, silly.” You laugh and playfully push him. “By the way, what do you want to do for Christmas? I was thinking that we could just stay in and cook together. Oh! And what do you want to eat? We must have roast beef and I’ll bake any dessert you want.”

Severus thinks you look the most beautiful when you’re excited about something. Your eyes shine, you smile widely, and you shake his shoulders as you go on about whatever makes you passionate. He doesn’t deserve you, especially when you look as beautiful as you do now. He just smiles at you and mumbles,  “Whatever you want, I will be happy with.”

After classes end on Tuesday, he walks down to Hogsmeade to buy the pillow and notepad. Lumos Living is swarming with customers when he walks into the store. Unfortunately for Severus, the shape-shifting body pillow is so popular that there are none on the shelves.

Severus’s pointer fingers pick on his cuticles as he approaches a store clerk restocking the shelves in the bedding section. “Do you have any of the shape-shifting body pillows in stock?”

“Unfortunately, we don’t. But we’ll restock on Friday morning, so you can come back and check on that day!” Great, just great. Yet another item on your wishlist that Severus can’t buy. He huffs and thanks the clerk as he stomps out of the store.

Scanning the streets of Hogsmeade, Severus ensures you’re not around as he makes his way to Scrivenshaft’s. Just as you described your shift on Saturday, the store is packed with wizards and witches alike. He hasn’t seen the notepad you want before, but he remembers how you described it to him after you came home from your shift several weeks ago. Every time you pull a sheet out, the next sheet morphs into a completely different shape and design. 

The notepad and notebook section isn’t as busy as the rest of the store. There are flying notepads, notebooks that you can have conversations with, and notepads in the shape of a twinkling Christmas tree. Severus thanks Merlin when he finds the notepad you described and snatches it off the shelf before anyone else has a chance to grab it. 

Severus walks toward the long checkout line with a slight pep in his step only to freeze as he catches sight of you. Tuesday is your day off; why are you even here? He ducks behind a table displaying a stack of notebooks as you turn to look in his direction. It doesn’t seem like you notice him since you calmly walk over to your coworker at the register. 

The two of you have a brief conversation before your coworker hands you something. When you start walking in his direction, Severus dashes from the table to the opposite side of the store. You press something inside the keyhole of a door, which he assumes leads to the stockroom, without spotting your boyfriend. 

Severus feigns interest in the limited edition holiday quills as he waits for you to leave. He slowly sorts through the boxes of Festive Featherflame Quills and pretends to look for the best quill. Another customer gives him an impatient look when he takes too long, so he awkwardly steps to the side. He turns around to look at the door to the stockroom, but you still haven’t emerged. 

“Sev?” Severus jumps and begins to pick at his cuticles at the sound of your voice. He quickly shoves both the Festive Featherflame Quill and the notepad to the side. His eyes dart to a door beside the quill section, which has just closed shut. Realizing that this door also leads to the stockroom, Severus internally curses himself for not noticing it when he sprinted over here. “What are you doing here?”

“I… well, I am in need of ink and a quill,” Severus attempts to say nonchalantly. When your eyes wander to the shelf behind him, he turns his body to hide the two items from your sight. 

“Okay…” you say and frown. “I just wish you bought it during my shift.”

“I apologize, my love, but I did not realize that I needed these two items until this morning,” Severus lies again, but feels a genuine twinge in his heart as you frown. “Further, why are you here today if you are not working?”

“I left my coat here last night.” You still look a little upset, but you peck a kiss on his cheek nonetheless. “I’ve got to run. See you in a few days, okay?”

With a sigh of relief, he watches the front door close behind you. He quickly retrieves the notepad he threw to the side and makes his way to the checkout line, which is even longer than before. 

A bell from the second register rings, beckoning the next customer in line. He recognizes the store clerk helping him at the register as Mary, your favorite co-worker and the reason why you two are together. One chilly day in late November, Severus popped into Scrivenshaft’s to buy jars of ink. You caught Severus’s eye as he searched for ink and he could barely string a sentence together when you helped him at the register. Under the guise of buying ink and quills, he visited the store every few days, secretly reveling in the opportunity to admire you and exchange a few words with you. After several weeks, his office stationery drawer overflowed with ink and quills, and Mary noticed how enamored he was with you. During every free moment of your shifts, she teased you about him and eventually convinced you to make the first move. 

“Severus, hey!” Mary says enthusiastically and louder than he would’ve wanted. Several other customers and employees glance at Mary and him. “How’ve you been? What are you getting today?”

“I am well. I would like this.” Severus hands over the notepad, causing Mary’s eye to twinkle. 

“This one is so cute!” she gushes. Then, something seems to click in her mind and she gasps loudly, of course. “Wait! This is the one that your girlfriend wants!” 

Severus looks around to see even more people looking at them, causing him to sigh. Keeping this purchase a secret from you is practically an impossibility at this point. “Mary, please quiet down. I do not want her to know that I am purchasing this for her,” he attempts to say calmly, but a hint of impatience leaks into his voice. 

Mary makes a zipping movement over her lips and smiles giddily. “Don’t worry! I promise not to say anything.” She scribbles down the item and price on a record and then looks back up at him. “That’ll be five galleons.”Swiftly handing over the coins, Severus leaves the store with the notepad clutched firmly in his hand. 

When his final class before lunch concludes on Friday, Severus shoos his students from his classroom and rushes down to Hogsmeade. He’s nervous that he won’t make it back to Hogwarts on time since the lunch period isn’t long and the village is full of cheery citizens participating in holiday activities. Though what makes him sweat is the possibility that Lumos Living has already sold out of all the shape-shifting pillows they restocked this morning. He can’t afford any more bad luck when it comes to gift-giving. 

But unfortunately for Severus, his already minimal good luck has completely drained. There are no more shape-shifting pillows, no matter how many times he ransacks the store and sticks his hands into the crevices between the shelves. He mutters curses under his breath and stomps back to Hogwarts for the final classes of the day, where the students note that he is in an especially foul mood. 

His only consolation after all classes end for the day is that the Christmas holidays have just begun, so he can spend two whole weeks at your cottage. His heart soars with excitement as he heads down to Hogsmeade, yet simultaneously sinks with self-disappointment for not buying everything you asked for. 

When you arrive home from your shift, you stomp the snow off your boots and joyfully display a bottle of eggnog in your hands. “It was a little expensive, but why not? It’s Christmas and I get to keep you here for two weeks!” you cheerfully say as you hand him the eggnog. Severus waves his wand and pours two glasses as you continue, “I was thinking of going caroling after my shift tomorrow and I know you don’t like it, so I won’t drag you along. But I’ll make up for my lateness tomorrow night with smoked salmon for tonight’s dinner, okay?”

“That sounds delightful, my love,” Severus says quietly and sips his eggnog. Turning over the bottle in his hand, he sighs at your sweet gesture, which he feels he is unworthy of. 

As you wave your wand to summon all the ingredients for tonight’s dinner, you turn to Severus and frown at him. “Is everything all right, sweetheart?” you ask, concern clear in your voice. 

Severus looks into your eyes and sees genuine worry. He can’t bear the thought of ruining your day, so he forces a small smile and pulls you close to him. “Do not worry. I am fine. My head is merely spinning at the thought of the potions I have to brew for my stores over the Christmas holidays. At least those pesky students will not give me headaches for the next two weeks.”

You smile back at him and nuzzle your nose against his. “And I’ll start making dinner so you can get your head off things. But I still expect you to make one of your special drink concoctions.” 

As the evening progresses and you eat a delicious dinner, he enjoys spending time with you and listening to you rave about what your friends plan to do for Christmas. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t shake up the feelings of guilt building inside him. 

As you head off for work and caroling the next day, he takes advantage of the time alone to do some final holiday shopping. The store clerks at Lumos Living inform him that the shape-shifting pillow won’t be stocked until after Christmas, so Severus resorts to buying a body pillow that changes temperature based on your body temperature. Pillow stuffed in a bag, he apparates to Diagon Alley to find the elusive snow globe. Neither can the Diagon Alley snow globe be found in any of the shops. After carefully inspecting all the other substitutes from Ethereal Embellishments and Hartigan’s, he decides to buy the snow globe with a ​​snowman and snowwoman hugging each other. At least you might appreciate the cheery, adorable faces of the snowpeople. 

As Severus wanders aimlessly around Diagon Alley with his store bags in hand, he ponders over whether to get you something from the surrounding stores. His memory flashes back to the first gift he gave you: a red glimmering potion that released tiny floating animals. Nothing has ever made him nearly as happy as when you threw your arms around him and gushed over it for weeks. Instead of buying other items at Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade, he resolves to brew something similar to that potion. At least he knows you’ll like it. 

Upon his return to Hogwarts, Severus immediately sets up a large cauldron and assembles the required ingredients. Since it’s not an overly complicated potion, he adds extra details to make the gift even more special. Stirring the boiling water and dropping ingredients in as they’re required, he makes the potion sparkle green, gold, and red. After he waves his wand over photographs of you and him, the cauldron releases floating, moving images of the two of you. He smiles as two tiny figures float in the air: you and him standing in front of a zoo enclosure of mooncalves. 

He pours the finished potion into a large bottle and mulls over what else he should make using his potion skills. It may be too late to hang new ornaments on the tree, but Severus still decides to make liquid-filled ornaments for the following year. He prepares a potion similar to the one he made earlier, which also glimmers in the cauldron. Then, he transfigures clean potion bottles into the shapes of icicles and eggs and adds tiny, colorful glass pieces to design the eggs. Severus frowns as he inspects his uneven placement of the glass pieces on the eggs, but he hopes the ornaments still look enchanting enough as the potion swirls inside the glass. 

Over the next several days, you occupy almost every minute of Severus’s time. As a child, he never built snowmen or lay on the ground and made snow angels. Neither had he been brave enough to challenge the other children to a snowball fight or ride a sled down the small hill near his home. But when you two aren’t relaxing at your cottage or walking hand-in-hand at a Christmas event, you pull him outside and have fun in the snow. A snowman and snowwoman fashioned after the two of you still stand outside your front door, and Severus adjusts their twig arms so they continue to hold hands despite the harsh wind. No matter how many times you ride a sled together, his arms wrapped around your front remain stiff; yet when the two of you roll off the sled after crashing into something, he can’t help but crack a smile. And every evening that the two of you spend together, you walk through an enchanted Christmas wonderland the village of Hogsmeade has set up. Throughout all these festivities, Severus almost forgets how he’s failed in getting all the gifts you want. Almost. 

In the middle of the night between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, Severus rushes to retrieve the gifts from Hogwarts and properly package them. With only a candle lighting up the room, Severus hunches over the kitchen table and waves his wand over the wrapping paper. The process of wrapping the Iridescent Ink, notepad, and potion gifts go smoothly. However, he pauses as his eyes roam over the snowpeople globe, temperature-changing pillow, box of tea, and illustrated book. Would it be better to not give you the second-best gifts or not give you a pillow or snow globe at all? Perhaps you would think he didn’t bother to find you everything on your list, so Severus reluctantly wraps up those two things. Along that same train of thought, he covers the box of tea and illustrated book with silver wrapping paper. Before he can overthink the gifts he’s wrapped, he waves his wand and sends them to rest at the foot of the tree. 

At precisely eight the next morning, Severus is shaken awake by you. He slowly opens his eyes and sees your eager face and messy morning hair right above him. “Wake up, Sev! Happy Christmas!” you squeal. You kiss him on the lips and scurry out of the room. 

Severus yawns and slogs out of bed. When he enters the living room, you run into his arms and kiss him. “When did you put all those gifts under the tree?” you ask excitedly. 

“When you were sleeping last night,” Severus says groggily and pulls you close to him. It’s an irrational thought, but he thinks that you might not open up his gifts if he holds you here all day. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and gaze adoringly up at him. “You know you’re the best boyfriend, right?”

He feels a twinge in his heart, but he forces a smile onto his face. “Do not flatter me, my love.” You laugh at him and gently push him away before he can hold you closer and prevent you from sitting under the tree. 

Severus holds his breath as you sort through the gifts, but then you pull out a package that he doesn’t recognize. You pat the floor next to you and hold the package above your head. “I want you to open all my gifts first.”

He takes the package from you and tenderly runs a hand over the green bow and red wrapping paper adorned with flying hippogriffs. Reluctant to rip away or lazily flick his wand over the wrapping you obviously put effort into, he slowly unties the bow and gently removes the wrapping paper. Inside is a packaged set of books on the Dark Arts, specifically rare volumes that he had expressed interest in several weeks ago. How did you even find these? How did you even remember that he wanted these? Severus looks up and notices the hopeful look in your eyes. He genuinely smiles at you and leans forward to kiss your cheek. “Thank you, my love. You are so very thoughtful.”

“Of course, Sev!” You turn to look for another gift and hand him a package even bigger than the last one. Again, you eagerly watch him as he carefully unwraps the gift. His mouth drops in awe as he uncovers the exquisitely crafted wooden box that serves as a travel potions case. The outside of the box is carved in the design of a tree and when he opens it, his name is engraved on the top section. Jars of potion ingredients are also stored inside the box, ranging from bat spleens to boomslang. You smile shyly at him and say, “I wasn’t very good at Potions, so I don’t know if those ingredients will be useful to you. But I did find a list of ingredients you’re running short of, so I bought those.”

Severus sets the box aside and embraces you. “No, no. This is the most beautiful trunk I have ever set my eyes upon and I am in need of all of those ingredients. You should not have done all of this for me,” he says quietly and his voice even breaks. His heart pounds wildly and his mind swarms with thoughts of how he doesn’t deserve this, how he doesn’t deserve you. You gave him this and the best thing he’s giving you is a silly lovey-dovey potion. Some tears form in his eyes and he quickly blinks them away before you notice them.

“Nope, I would get anything for you, Sev. I’m just afraid that the other gifts aren’t as nice as the last two,” you say as you rub his back. You pull away and summon a small present into your hand. “I know you like practical gifts, so I hope you like this one.”

Underneath the blue bow and icicle-themed wrapping paper, the clear box contains several red rubbers. You laugh as you spot the unintentional look of confusion on Severus’s face. “They’re Flubber Rubbers. I know you can’t usually remove the ink from your students’ essays, but these rubbers actually do remove ink and write encouraging comments in the margins. I thought these would help you stay more positive after Minerva scolded you for being too harsh.”

His cheeks burn and he glares at you, sending you into an even louder laughing fit. “I do not know if I should feel insulted or be grateful, though I suppose I can use these on essays that fall short of atrocious.” Internally, Severus is secretly very grateful that you would try to help him with his work as a professor. He takes in a deep breath and blinks, yet again fighting the tears that threaten to spill from his eyes. How did he ever manage to make you, an angel, his girlfriend?

Your hands grasp onto a large box with a red and green bow on the top, but then you pull your hand back and pass him another present. “I also got this one from Scrivenshaft’s. I hope you don’t already have this one,” you say a little nervously. 

Severus cocks his brow as he unwraps the gift, pondering over what you meant by “I hope you don’t already have this one.” Almost every stationery item he owns is from Scrivenshaft’s since he wants to support the shop you work at, but he doesn’t buy unique stationery items. He mostly purchases black and red ink, basic quills, and journals. Perhaps this is a leatherbound journal?

Severus lifts the lid of the box. Inside is what he assumes is a limited edition Christmas quill. He doesn’t recognize the bird from which the feather was plucked, but the feather has been dyed a deep red and flutters to increase and decrease in size. It’s nice, but he wouldn’t choose Christmas quills over basic ones. Why did you get this? Then, it clicks in his mind. Last week, you spotted him in the limited edition holiday quill section at Scrivenshaft’s. You must have thought that he wanted one of those quills, especially the Festive Featherflame. 

His lip trembles and he frowns deeply as he holds the quill in the palm of his hand. You notice everything about him, from the wanting looks at potion ingredients to how he lingers around a particular corner of the Dark Arts section of bookshops for too long. Severus now thinks that he isn’t nearly as observant as you are. What if you clearly wanted something, but he didn’t buy it for you because you didn’t verbally express interest in it? How many items has he now missed out on buying? Out of all the things you’ve given him so far, the item he didn’t necessarily want finally forces the tears out of his eyes. Severus’s shoulders shake and he pinches the quill a little too forcefully in his hands. What an utter failure of a boyfriend he’s been.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” you ask quietly, but the concern is loud in your voice. You scoot closer to him and wipe the tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“No, it is not that. You notice everything about me and all of these gifts have been incredibly thoughtful,” he sobs. “Meanwhile, I could not even find you all the gifts on your wishlist.” Severus accepts your loving embrace and buries his face in your shoulder even though he knows he doesn’t deserve this. 

You pull back and furrow your brow in confusion as you ask, “Wait, what? How do you know I made a wishlist?” 

“I found it inside your journal around twelve days ago, I believe,” Severus says shyly and his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I apologize if I invaded your privacy by looking at your journal. Though I swear that it was already open when I looked at its contents.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I was just wondering how you knew since I didn’t tell anyone.” You push a strand of hair behind his ear and kiss his cheek. As more tears pour down his face, you summon a handkerchief from a cabinet and hand it to him. “You really didn’t have to get me any of those things, Sev. I planned on buying all of them when they went on sale tomorrow.”

“But then what would I have given you for Christmas? You have given me so much and I bought gifts that are unworthy of you.” Although your loving touch has slightly calmed him down, his body still shakes and his voice breaks as he speaks. 

“Really, you didn’t have to give me any presents. This is corny to say, but having you here for Christmas is all that I wanted. I didn’t ask you for your wishlist nor did I give you my own since I think it’s better to give your loved ones thoughtful gifts rather than ones they’ve been begging for for months.” You pull away from him and sweep your hand over the gifts under the tree. “I was going to have you open all my presents first, but why don’t you let me open the ones you got for me?”

Severus shakes his head and looks down. “I do not want to disappoint you. I know Christmas is your favorite holiday, so I do not want to ruin your day.”

You sigh and cup his face again. “You could never disappoint me or ruin my Christmas, Sev. The fact that you’re even crying about this shows how much you care about me. You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had and there is nothing that you can say that will convince me otherwise.”

Severus grunts a “fine” under his breath, but he glows internally at what you’ve said. He decides to hand you the present with the notepad first since he doesn’t want to get your hopes up with the potions present or disappoint you with the second-best gifts. 

As you carefully remove the wrapping paper like he had, Severus can tell you’re holding yourself back from ripping at it. When you uncover the notepad, your face lights up and you throw your arms around him. “This is why you were at Scrivenshaft’s without me! You’re so sneaky!” 

“You nearly caught me multiple times. Then, I nearly had a heart attack when you said hello to me.” He laughs at the memory and runs his hand over your hair. 

“Yeah, you looked pretty nervous.” You join him in his laughter and place the notepad on a nearby table. “What’s next?”

“This.” He points out the small box in golden wrapping paper. He realizes that his wrapping, even when he used a spell to do it, isn’t nearly as good as yours. “It is not special, but it was on your list.”

“If it’s from you, then it is special,” you say with a smile. Normally, he would roll his eyes when Dumbledore makes a statement like that. Yet you say things like that, he rolls his eyes and smiles. 

You quickly remove the wrapping paper from the Iridescent Ink and you embrace him again. “Thank you, Sev! I’ll use this to write notes when I’m at home. It’s too special to use at work.”

His hands shake as he hands you the pillow and the snow globe at the same time. Although you promised that this wouldn’t ruin your Christmas or that you wouldn’t be upset at him, Severus’s mind always goes to the worst. You reach for the snow globe first and squeeze the wrapping and padding before opening it. 

“Ooh, what’s this? It’s probably something fragile by the feel of it,” you comment. When you spot the cute snowman and snowmen waving at you, you squeal. “They’re so cute! That’s us! And they remind me of the snowman and snowmen outside too!” You run up and place your new gift on the table with your snow globe collection. “You know what? This is even better than the Diagon Alley snow globe.” And that makes a genuine, wide grin break out on Severus’s face for the first time that day. 

“I am glad. I hope you like the next one as much.” Once it’s free of its covering, you squeeze the temperature-changing pillow and sigh at how it adjusts to your body temperature. 

“I’m going to find a way to make this one Severus-temperature on the nights you’re away. But for now, I’m going to put this in the closet so it doesn’t get dirty.” 

After you get back, you open the tea box and the illustrated book. You promise to make two cups of that tea right after opening all the gifts, and your eyes light up at the moving illustrations. He tells you about the store clerk assuming that it was for his child, and you bury your face in your hands and laugh. 

“I saved the best two for last,” he says quietly and first gives you the potion ornaments. “I made everything myself.”

You unwrap the potion ornaments and your mouth drops in awe. The liquid swirls inside the glass and casts a mesmerizing glow onto the walls and the floor. You immediately wave your wand and hang each icicle and egg ornament on the tree, then tap them to change the color of the potion inside to match the colors on the tree. Severus anxiously watches to see how else you’ll react, but then feels a surge of relief when you turn to him, tears in your eyes. You embrace him for the millionth time that day and kiss him so passionately that he can hardly breathe. “This has to be the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Either this one or the animal potion you gave me several months ago,” you say breathlessly. 

Severus cries again and presses his forehead against yours. “That means you will adore the last present I have for you.” You pick up the box right beside you and tenderly open it. You sniff and continue to cry as you uncover the large bottle. Cradling it in your hands, you uncork the cap and are mesmerized by the tiny images of the two of you floating into the air: clinking your drinks at the Three Broomsticks, standing outside a glowing Diagon Alley shop, and wrapping your arms around him as he sits in his Hogwarts office. Your lip trembles and you sob even louder as you stare at the sentimental gift. With steady hands, you carefully place the bottle on the side table and hug him again. 

“I keep hugging you, but you deserve something even better tonight,” you whisper suggestively into his ear and laugh gently. Severus blushes and twiddles with his thumbs, trying to ignore the heat rising in other parts of his body. 

Every other present Severus opens jerks even more tears from his eyes: a scrapbook with photos of you and him, a vintage book on spells, and a candle set with subtle Christmas scents.  

After you both put your presents away, you brew the tea as promised and prepare a light meal. For the rest of the day, Severus helps you cook roast beef, roast potatoes, parsnips, rolls, smoked salmon, Holiday Blancmange, plum pudding, and chocolate cake. He continually fears that he’ll burn something or start a fire, but everything tastes delicious once you two finally sit down and eat. During the evening, you relax by the fireplace and the Christmas tree, sipping hot chocolate and talking for hours. When you two go to bed, well, Severus receives his last present of the day. Although the day isn’t full of sled riding down steep hills and he never expected to burst into tears as you exchanged gifts, Severus deems this the first perfect Christmas he’s had in his life. 

[winniemaywebber]

The Apple Tree 🌳

part 1/6

Rosie Rosenthal x Reader

(gif by @echoinyourshadow)

Y/N, a school teacher, meets Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal in the village pub.

“Oh, Lord, be careful, Harrison,” you start, already running towards the small yet gangly boy hanging off the tree branch. He laughs at your frightened expression, showing that he was just teasing you.

“I'm fiiiiine, Miss Y/N,” he giggles, swinging on the branches like a little monkey. “Look at meeeeee!” You can't help but laugh at the young boy, the sunshine on his face as he swings to and fro. His other classmates are milling around the field, playing games together such as tag, jump rope, cats cradles and someone had even chalked a hopscotch grid on the small patch of cement exposed towards the end of the field.

A rumbling sound causes everyone to look up, seeing ten planes flying up into the cloudless blue sky.

“There they go,” a girl says, the string of the cats cradle on her fingers untangling due to her distraction. “Miss Y/N, I counted ten. Was I right?”

“You certainly are right, Penelope. And let's count ten again in a few hours when they all return. Right, back inside, everyone,” you shout to get everyone's attention, clapping your hands thrice. “It's time to carry on with our reading time.”

The afternoon sun begins to cool down as the day progresses, which you're glad of. Keeping seventeen small children focused during the few sweltering days of British summertime sure was quite the task, but you did enjoy seeing their sweet faces light up at the mention of extra playtime, or even, outdoor lessons where you'd let them dig rocks, look through their little magnifying glasses at little critters and bugs they'd found, and read under the apple tree.

It's towards the end of the day that you all once again hear the rumble sound that had become all too familiar over the last few months. You pause at your blackboard, the chalk in your hand hovering over it as the sound gets louder, causing the building to shake slightly. You turn, smirking, with a twinkle in your eye as your students get ready to rush out the door, yet wait for your instruction to do so.

“Go on, then!” you say, chuckling at their excitement to see the planes land. A cheer erupts as the planes fly overhead, all the children counting in unison.

“One…two…three,” you look up, hand shielding your eyes from the sun and squinting slightly, silently hoping to see all ten planes arrive.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself, teeth gritted suddenly.

“TEN! That's ten!” The kids begin cheering, some even hugging one another. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad of not having to explain the potential consequence of planes going missing today.

“Bye, Miss Y/N! Have a good weekend!”

“Thank you, Harrison. You, too! Say hello to your mother for me. Let her know I'll be stopping by with a pie this weekend. I owe her for fixing my skirts!” He nods, hand held out towards you.

“Picked this for you.” He is holding a shiny red apple, the first from the school's apple tree. You place a hand to your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Thank you, darling. That's so kind. Now, off you go before mum begins to worry!”

You begin to bike home, taking this opportunity to breathe in the remainder of the summer, the leaves of the trees blowing in the beautifully soft breeze. These poor Americans had only experienced two seasons the entire time they'd been here: pouring rain or unnecessarily humid and hot, which reminded you that at least England was sticking to its regular schedule. Soon enough, this beautiful weather would be a distant memory, the countryside once again turning wet, muddy and mostly sludge.

You're almost home when you spot your friend Sally running alongside your bicycle.

“Hi, Y/N,” she calls, jogging next to you. “Are you still coming tonight?”

You push the brake on your bike, coming to a stop just outside your cottage and fiddling with the gate.

“Yes! What time?”

“I was thinking around 7. We can walk there together!”

“Wonderful. See you then, doll!”

You settle into your favorite armchair once inside the house, the grill heating up your toast, the kettle about to whistle as it reaches a boil. Spreading homemade lemon curd on your toast and adding milk and sugar to your tea, you sit back down with a magazine, mulling over what to wear this evening. It was finally Friday, and the evening you'd venture to the village pub with your friends for your weekly catch up.

Standing in front of your wardrobe, you run your hands through the soft material of your favorite dresses, choosing the first one to catch your eye. A sage green dress, fitted at the waist and flowing into a beautiful skirt that you liked to think mimicked the petals of a flower. You let down your hair from the scarf that had kept it contained all day while teaching, running your hands through it as it falls about your shoulders, shining thanks to the evening sunlight streaming through your window. With one more swipe of mascara and a little dab of blush, you're ready right on time as you hear knuckles softly rap the wooden door to your tiny cottage.

“Hi, doll! Oh, you look wonderful!”

“Thanks, Sally,” you say, smiling back at her. “You do, too! Is that a new dress?”

“It sure is,” she replies, her eyes sparkling slightly.

“And would that be for anyone in particular?” You joke, poking at her shoulder slightly.

“Maybe…” she replies, wistfully. “Now, come on, I don't want to keep James waiting.”

“Oh, yes,” you respond, winking jokingly. “We wouldn't want to have James stood up.”

Arriving at the pub, you see James out front in his uniform. Sally squeals, running into his arms quick as a flash. “Hi, honey,” you hear him say, his thick Tennessee drawl cutting through the air, still unusual to hear around here. He kisses her on the cheek and winks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Good to see ya.”

“And you, James!” He opens the door for you both and walks over to the bar to join his friends who poke at him, making fun of him sweetly.

Your friends wave, gesturing for you and Sally to come over, and you sit down to join them. James runs back over with two drinks in his hand: a red wine for Sally and a small beer for you. You look up at him gratefully, thankful for his kindness and willingness to treat his girlfriend's friends so nicely.

An hour passes, you and your friends knee deep in village gossip, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly when you notice the door open out of the corner of your eye. In walks the most handsome man you've ever seen: brown, soft curls that compliment his baby blue eyes perfectly. His mustache, trimmed to perfection, suits his face extremely well. He smiles towards his friends, showing two rows of perfect white teeth, his smile taking your breath away.

“Oh my gosh. Who is that?” You murmur to the table. All four of your companions turn their heads to get a better look, all looking back at you with the same expression. “Good golly,” one replies. “He is incredibly handsome. Shame I'm married…” she titters, hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Now, now, lady,” you tease. “He'll be back soon enough. You don't need to surprise him with an American upon his return.” You can't seem to tear your eyes away from this handsome man, though, feeling your body grow warm with every movement he makes, the heat going from the pit of your stomach up to your face causing you to have to press your cool hand to it.

The man turns around from the bar, taking a sip of his drink when he catches you staring at him. You look down at the table, suddenly embarrassed, your face reddening even more. You feel Sally elbow you softly. “Y/N, he's coming over,” she squeals. “Oh, goodness, he's coming over.”

Before you know it, he's stood in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. “Ma'am,” he says nervously, a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” Trying your best to not squeak with excitement and embarrass yourself, you nod, swallowing.

“Yes, please.”

You can't help but smile as he slowly twirls you around the small dancefloor, soft jazz being played on the stage opposite you.

“What's your name?”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” you respond, hoping your hand on his shoulder will keep you upright. “And you?”

“Rosenthal, Robert Rosenthal. The fellas call me Rosie.”

“It's nice to meet you, Mr Rosenthal. What is it you do?”

“Call me Rosie, please. I'm a pilot.”

“Oh, amazing!” You reply. “The kids and I were watching you all fly back in today. We were very glad to count all ten aircraft.” He looks at you, confused for a moment. “I'm a teacher at the local school. The kids are my students,” you reassure him.

“Whew,” he blows out air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing comically. “Had me worried there.” You giggle at his expression, your eyebrows slightly raised. “Glad there's no need to duel a man over a pretty girl.”

The next couple of hours are spent sat together, sharing stories of your lives. He tells you of how he was a lawyer prior to enlisting, where he grew up and where he went to school. You share how you grew up right here, a beautiful childhood in the countryside and how you've just inherited your grandmother's cottage, working on making it feel more like your own. You can't help but smile at him, your eyes intently staring into his as he shares small tidbits of his life with you, you always being curious of places away from East Anglia.

“May I walk you home, Y/N?” he asks, as he sees you stifle a yawn and the landlord rings the bell for last orders.

“I'd love that, Rosie. Yes, please.” You turn and quickly wave goodbye to your friends, the girls quietly cheering as you leave on Robert's arm.

He holds the hand you've placed in the crook of his arm, his other hand holding his hat, allowing you to go slightly ahead of him in order to direct him. However, you walk as slow as you can to savor every last moment with him, the light of the moon shining in his gorgeous hair, the stars in the night sky looking so similar to his beautiful eyes. You walk in companionable silence, reaching the cottage within a few moments.

“Thank you for walking me home, Robert. I had a really lovely time with you.”

“Me, too, ma'am,” he replies, fiddling with his sleeve slightly. “May I see you again?”

“I'd be delighted,” you smile, blushing slightly. He steps forward and takes your hand, kissing it softly before repeating the same action on your warm cheek.

“G'night, Y/N. I sure hope I see you again soon.”

“Goodnight, Rosie.”

chapter 2

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[couldawouldashoulda50]

Chapter 6 - The Whiskey Lounge (Bonus chapter to follow)

A/N - I'm actually up at the family cottage this weekend but decided to try and finish chapter 6 (rent free or not, it lives in my brain). But I think I would like to do a Bonus chapter after this one (which may take a little bit as I'm a slow writer). Please note this has not been proofread well so please forgive any grammatical errors. Hopefully it all flows well.

As ever - any and all the asks, tags, likes, re-blogs...every single one is encouraging, and I deeply appreciate it.

@misshoneyimhome - this isn't quite what we originally talked about but I do plan to include more in a follow up chapter. I cannot thank you enough for being such an amazing audience 😘

Warnings/Notes - 18+, just (hopefully) some enticing smut between these two (foreplay, fingering, intercourse), profanity

Word count 7k

The drive south from William’s condo through the already congested downtown arteries was even slower with the heavy accumulation of snow. Loren and William sat cozied up in the back seat making small talk with their driver, Emmanuel. With her one leg elegantly draped over the other, William’s arm rested across Loren’s lap. His fingers caressed the back her knee as the sedan inched along through traffic.

Loren’s face was illuminated by the sea of brake lights, and as she craned her neck to look at buildings she recognized, William studied her profile from the side. It wasn’t long before she felt his gaze, and she nudged him playfully as she placed her hand on his. Turning slightly to face him, Loren seized the opportunity for a light kiss and leaned in further to whisper compliments in his ear.

Turning on to Front Street, the car inched along into the more historical section which bordered the Distillery District. Emmanuel indicated that he will inform the doorman of their arrival as there was an alternate and more private entrance for the team to use. After the driver stepped out, William leaned over and kissed Loren; it may have been a quick kiss, but he still managed to slip his tongue against hers, leaving her wanting more. Giving her a wink, William took a black toque from his pocket, and slid it over his blonde locks just as Emmanuel opened the backseat door.

William intertwined his fingers with Loren’s while they followed the greeter through a small maze of dingy corridors until he opened another doorway, leading to a private area of the lounge.

Loren’s heart pounded hard in her chest as she spotted clusters of players and their significant others in the section roped off for the team. As thought William could sense her nerves kicking into high gear, he gently squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear how beautiful she is. He then snaked his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip as they approached the group.

As his teammates turned and saw William approaching, they cheered, "Willy!" in unison. William laughed at their enthusiasm for his arrival, as did Loren, while his hand on her hip gave her an affectionate tap.

Loren feared she looked like a deer caught in headlights and she tried to channel the words Chelsea said to her about looking poised and confident. Try as she might to breathe normally and keep her chin up and shoulders back, she was simply too star-struck to do any of that. Especially, when she began to notice that she was now the “new girl” with William and all eyes were on her as she and William hung their coats up.

Max was the first to approach William and Loren, showing off his wide grin and missing teeth, he pulled Loren in for a friendly hug after he acknowledged William with a pat on the back.

Max said he was stealing Loren for a moment and he guided her past the numerous sets of eyes that wanted to get a close-up look of William’s plus one. Loren tried not to notice how those in her passing wake would huddle together, exchanging bits of information about who she was.

Max lead Loren to another small group and began the round of introductions, starting with his girlfriend, Estelle.

Estelle’s eyes immediately lit up as she hugged Loren enthusiastically. “Loren - I am so happy to meet you. Max told me all about the skate last week and what happened with the gentleman you care for.”

As Max recounted what occurred with Gary during his session, Ryan (Reaves) and his wife approached Loren, giving her a hug after more introductions were made. Ryan chimed in on the story telling asking Loren to rhyme off some of Gary’s typical chirps at her expense.

William could hear laughter from across the room and saw Loren already talking and interacting with some of the more outgoing players and their spouses and girlfriends. William was standing with Timothy Liljegren and Pontus Holmberg as they talked about seeing their friend and former teammate earlier that week in Washington. William’s focus however was not on the conversation about Rasmus. He was far more impressed by the sight of Loren laughing as she became more comfortable in her surroundings.

Ryan’s wife Alanna and Estelle quickly took Loren under their wing and began meandering and schmoozing around the room.

More and more, the room filled up with the players and WAGs as they shuffled in from the blustery weather outside. Loren remained in complete awe of the people she was surrounded by, especially having just spotted the exquisite Tessa Virtue-Rielly and her number one defenseman husband, Morgan. Loren knew Morgan’s birthday was in March, and she debated whether she should approach the couple as they greeted people nearby to wish Morgan a happy belated birthday.

As It turned out, Estelle looked after the introduction to Tessa and Morgan, and Loren opted not to mention anything about birthdays to avoid coming across like an off-kilter super fan.

Tessa engaged in further conversation with Loren mainly surrounding her work as a PSW and her experiences in that field. As ever, Loren deeply admired Tessa for her elegance and gracious personality and she joked to herself that Tessa is who she wanted to be when she grew up.

Over thirty minutes had passed since Max had swept Loren away from William. As he stood making small talk with another forward, William scanned the room looking for Loren, eventually spotting her talking with the McCabe’s. He watched as Max motioned for Loren to come and meet someone else. William couldn’t help but to feel irritated. He knew Max was naturally more outgoing than he was at these events, and he understood had the best of intentions with introducing Loren to a few others. William slightly sulked wanting to spend time with her too.

When William refocused, his gaze suddenly connected with hers. Her expression was soft as she smiled adoringly at him from where she stood. Loren watched William excuse himself as he waded through the bodies standing between them.

William leaned in towards Loren’s cheek. “I think you’re more popular than I am,” he smiled.

He caught Loren’s subtle fragrance as she lightly pressed her body against him, laying her hand on his forearm. “Hmmmm….That’s a bit of a stretch,” she purred as she glanced upward as his face.

William smirked. “Feel like getting out of here?”

Understanding he was being facetious, or at least partially, Loren pressed her cheek against his and whispered “maybe not just yet.”

William was just about to suggest they find a dark corner somewhere, when one of the owners of the lounge appeared. He announced that the private “Tunnel Tour” was just about to begin and introduced the group’s guide and expert for their whiskey tasting experience.

Ravi was the lounge’s very attractive whiskey expert, who was gifted with loads of personality and charisma. He lead the group into the tunnel and explained it was inspired by the underground passage during the era of prohibition and as they walked, he pointed out the numerous bottles of low-to-high end whiskeys from different regions. Several charcuterie boards had been ordered as part of the experience and were laid along the long wooden countertop. The low, soft lighting mixed with a neon glow created a cozy and inviting ambience, as the players and their significant others mingled while savoring samples of whiskey, cured meats and delicious cheeses.

Ravi approached Loren and William and asked a few questions to anticipate which Whisky might be appealing for the couple to start with.

As she listened to Ravi, Loren noticed over William’s shoulder Simon Benoit and his girlfriend Alice trying to hear the whole whiskey spiel. William’s eyes followed Loren’s gaze and once he saw Simon standing there, he smiled and gestured for them to come over.

William introduced Simon to Loren and to William’s surprise, she responded to Simon in French and introduced herself to Alice. The couple’s eyes lit up and Alice let out a small shriek of excitement, now having someone else should could converse in French with, followed by an enthusiastic hug.

As Ravi resumed his questions, William noticed how transfixed the whiskey connoisseur was on his beautiful date. Ravi seemed smitten with Loren which might have really irked William once upon a time as he could have a little jealous streak. However, there were times in his past that girls from had taken advantage of him getting riled up and William learned it was best to not react and stay calm.

Loren’s interactions with Ravi were kind and was courteous but nothing more. Despite her almost shy nature, William witnessed how quickly she could captivate those around her with her warmth, charm, and her beguiling smile. He recalled early on with their first outing that she really listened to him, making him instantly comfortable and feel valued as a person, not just a notable hockey player. Because of her humility, Loren would never know the subtle yet powerful impression she often made on those she encountered.

William chuckled to himself.

Poor bastard doesn’t stand a chance he thought to himself as he slipped his hand around Loren’s waist and let it rest on her hip. Loren glanced upwards at William’s face and immediately reciprocated, nestling further into his body and lightly stroked his lower back.

After the hour long tour ended, the group made their way back up to the main level and their designated area. The places was bustling with patrons; apparently the storm outside did little to thwart people from going out to blow off steam.

With the house lights lowered, muted blue and magenta lights streaked the floors and walls. The crowd began dancing to the free-flowing music from the DJ as he fused popular dance tracks together.

Alice and Loren struck an immediate friendship. The two sat on one of the plush leather benches sipping their cocktails as they spoke animatedly in French with sharing a number of things in common. Having also met the girlfriends of Bobby McMann and Matthew Knies, a small group was subsequently formed comprised of the newbies and younger WAGs. that gravitated towards each other.

Loren would often glance towards William and if their eyes happened to meet, he would gesture sweetly whether it was a wink, a suggestive bite of his bottom lip or that perfectly cocky smirk that made her throb.

Alice caught William and Loren on the verge of eye fucking one another and she grinned knowingly at her new found friend.

[spoken in French]

“So….you two seem to be really getting along well…have you been seeing each other for a long time?”

Loren swished the ice cubes around in the thick glass tumbler. “No, it really hasn’t been a long time. We only met last week.”

Alice smiled at Loren, who looked like she needed some reassurance. “I don’t know him well but Simon says he’s super nice - a really good guy, especially for being one of the big stars…the core four or whatever they call them.”

Loren turned to look at William. “He fascinates me. He really does. He just seems so sweet and kind - it’s pretty unnerving actually,” Loren chuckled as she continued “I keep wondering how the fuck I’m even here tonight with him, well - with everyone actually - but especially with him.”

Alice nudged Loren gently. “You’re here because he likes you. When we were downstairs, before we joined you, Simon told me he hadn’t seen William bring a date to any of the other team functions. I’m sure he gets what he needs when he needs it but you’re the first girl he’s invited out. However things end up between you, that’s at least something."

The familiar opening bars to “Could You Be Loved” by Bob Marley and the Wailers and soon enough, Loren, Alice, Sanna (Järnkrok), and a few others were up dancing around in a circle.

Loren was an excellent dancer and she was enticing to watch. Her moves were more sensual than sexual as she completely immersed herself in the music.

As her hips moved to the rhythm, William watched her run her fingers in her hair as she mouthed the words to the song.

A voice beside William’s ear startled him and broke his focus.

[In Swedish] “Sanna says she’s really sweet, a real nice girl,” Calle leaned in towards William. “Sanna asked Loren about you two….she said you’re not dating - you’re just hanging out…or something like that. Is that really it?”

“It’s just really shitty timing. I really fucking like her…like a lot but I don’t know…with the playoffs coming up and if we tank…I head back to Sweden, and then what?”

All Calle could was give his friend and teammate an empathetic look and shrugged his shoulders.

William continued to watch Loren. He guessed she was feeling a little buzzed and less inhibited as she kept dancing to one song after another. He also wished he wore pants that were more loose fitting for every second he watched her move, the unforgiving fabric around his crotch got tighter.

Loren beamed at William at a distance as the effects of her two Old Fashioned cocktails started to work their magic. She motioned with her head to see if he wanted to come over and dance. William gestured “no” but gestured for her to keep dancing. That perfect cocky grin reappeared on his face and Loren was fairly certain he liked what he was looking at.

William had given her an incredible night. He had been patient and supportive earlier when she her mind was sinking in negativity. Loren looked back towards William as he chatted with a few teammates. Rather than approach him, she quickly found her phone and sent him a text.

Thank you for such an amazing night. I really hope you enjoyed yourself too. Whenever you are ready to leave, I’m ready too.

Loren glanced back towards William as pulled out his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up his face and she watched a wide grin spanned his face. Looking towards Loren, he motioned towards the door with his head and mouthed “Let’s go”.

William heard the disappointed reaction when Loren bid her goodbye’s to the women she had been dancing with. With the last hug given to the ladies, Loren glided back towards William as he stood waiting at the end of the bar. She smoothed her hand up along the expensive fabric of his shirt and purred into his ear of how gorgeous he is.

William turned and kissed Loren, stopping only to murmur “You’re killing me…car’s circling the block waiting for us…let’s get outta here” against her lips.

They retrieved their coats and approached the exit; the winter wind could already be felt even before William pulled the door open.

William held Loren tightly as she gingerly tip toed across the shoveled sidewalk towards the back passenger door. Emmanuel cheerfully greeted Loren as William helped slide her rear onto the seat. He rounded the car and quickly slid in next to Loren from the other side of the car.

As Emmanuel drove north on Yonge Street, William and Loren sat in the backseat of the sedan, feeling slightly affected from the various whiskey samples served through the night. The two spoke softly about their evening, kissing lightly and nuzzling between sentences.

William pulled Loren close to him and she rested her head on his broad shoulder, while his hand found a place on her rear-end.

Loren quietly spoke near William’s ear; the scent of peppermint carried on her breath. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Mmmm-hmmm…had a great time. You’re pretty entertaining to watch.”

Loren giggled at William’s reference. “Entertaining? How could I be remotely entertaining?”

“Mmmm….maybe entertaining isn’t the right word. I just know I really enjoyed watching you tonight. And yeah, you were pretty popular…not just with the WAGs either.”

Loren shifted to caress William’s jawline with her lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about…”

William looked down as his fingers as they toyed with the delicate ring on Loren’s index finger. “The dude…Ravi, who took us down the tunnel for that whiskey tour. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the entire time. And then there was the bartender…I watched him eye fuck you all night long.”

Loren’s lips remained by William’s ear, curling into a smile when he gave her ass cheek a little squeeze. “Hmmm….I never noticed. Still…that’s only two men versus the forty or fifty women I saw ready to pounce while you strutted off to the men’s room,” Loren murmured.

William chuckled “I strut? Really, eh?”

“Like a peacock…and you know it,” Loren whispered suggestively.

William gave Loren’s ass another light squeeze and replied “You love it…just admit it.”

As she nodded she rested her head back on William’s shoulder. The car ride was quiet except for the sound of ice pellets hitting the glass of the windshield. Loren gazed out the window into the bleak and stormy night. Earlier that evening, she fielded numerous questions about her relationship with William to the best of her ability. They were just hanging out. They weren't dating or friends with benefits.

Despite how unlikely it seemed that their paths would ever cross, once they met, a natural and instant connection formed. However, Loren knew how complicated being William's female companion could be. She also thought it was likely he wasn't ready for anything serious with anyone. Loren herself questioned if she wanted any kind of romance, whether short or long term.

What she knew for certain was that she loved his company. She felt so alive around him and it was liberating to rediscover parts of her personality that had been dormant after the many upsets that she experienced.

Her mind began to stray with the thought that one day, maybe sooner than later, she and William will be at some kind of impasse. Loren would rather sacrifice her own heart and feelings than to have William feel any kind of pressure with potentially getting involved…or uninvolved with her at this point of his season.

Loren had already thanked William for an amazing evening, but she wanted to ensure he knew how much she appreciated everything that had transpired between them over the past week.

As Loren lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes trailed down to William’s hand that laid near hers. She swallowed hard, trying to think of the right words to say.

Smiling demurely and with her eyes still cast downward, Loren began speaking softly. “Listen…William, I just wanted to say that no matter what might happen from this point forward, it’s been really amazing getting to know you. I think you’re a pretty incredible person.”

Ah shit….not the whole ‘where is this all going’ thing…please no… William thought to himself.

As he turned to look at Loren, her gaze finally broke away from looking at his hand, and her eyes softened when she looked at his face.

Loren continued reluctantly, having to stop and collect her thoughts periodically.

“I… just… - I wanted to say that I don’t have any expectations….in terms of whatever we might do, or don’t do…if that makes any sense. I feel that I understand - at least on a very basic level - that your life and your career has so much pressure surrounding it, especially right now. I really don’t want to add to that. With the regular season ending in a few weeks and then the playoffs….which I hope you’ll have really long run, of course….” she said as she rubbed her forehead feeling a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Fuck, now I really don’t know if I’m making any sense.”

William was beginning to understand what Loren was trying to say, but he had a hard time hiding his puzzled expression.

Loren exhaled in one short huff, feeling a little exasperated with herself. “I’m just trying to say that I know this may not be a good time for you to get into something with someone, so I understand if and when you have to put all your focus on hockey and I’ll sort of…bow out. You just need to sort of let me know…” her voice trailed off as she looked downward again. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she smoothed her hands up and down her skirt.

William was at a total loss for words. He could not count the number of times he has had to make the uncomfortable and awkward speech to a girlfriend or a fuck-friend or a fling wanting more from him than he was willing to give. Or worse yet, totally ghost someone which he had done once or twice, and was not proud of for doing so.

Here sat this strikingly beautiful woman in front of him, whom he just met, anticipating his needs and trying to make sure he had a clear and visible path forward, whether it included her or not.

The biggest problem is that William knew she was absolutely right. He did have misgivings about getting to know someone new on deeper and more intimate level. Perhaps he should have just let her be the previous Friday and not engaged in messaging with her. She had already gone through so much and the last thing he wanted was to add another chapter of bad memories for her

Yet William had to acknowledge that he had never met anyone quite like Loren. He had confided as much to Rasmus, aka Sandy, his former roommate and teammate earlier that week before the Leafs last road game. Having firsthand knowledge of William’s day to day life, being his teammate and his close friend, Rasmus understood the push-pull effect that William often faced with being such a popular hockey player in the hotbed of the Toronto market. The amount of attention William received, both good and bad, was hard on some of the women William dated. However, Rasmus saw something different in the way William spoke about Loren. They had only met once at that point, and as William let his guard down with Rasmus, he appeared positively moony over her and the interactions they shared thus far. It was rare that William showed this side of himself, and Rasmus encouraged him to at least try to get to know her better.

William looked longingly at Loren and watched as she attempted to smile to mask the uncertainty she felt. As they neared his street, William gently kissed Loren first on the lips, then created a path from the side of her mouth to her jawline, and tasted her luminescent skin all they way up to her ear lobe.

“I understand what you’re saying but let’s not think about all of that now.” The way William’s voice purred into her ear had her aching between her legs. “And - you are staying tonight, right? I don’t want you driving home in this.”

Loren nodded, unable to utter a single word.

The car pulled alongside the curb directly in front of the entrance to William’s building. Loren leaned forward and thanked Emmanuel again for having to be out driving in nasty weather. As Loren opened the car door, William leaned in close and said he would join her in a second, and for her to be careful when she steps out. He wanted to give Emmanuel a substantial tip and didn’t want to seem smug or flashy in front of Loren.

The sidewalks had been tended to but she still gingerly walked on the ball of her feet until she made it into the lobby of his building. Security acknowledged her with a smile as she watched William through the window round the back of the car and pass through the front entrance.

The elevator’s ascent was quick and uninterrupted and the two entered William’s condo with both dogs waiting with energetic greetings. William changed into a thick hoodie and sweat pants to take the dogs for a quick walk. William affectionately declined Loren’s offer to keep him company; he wanted the dogs to do their business quickly and Loren’s presence would only distract them.

As he exited with the dogs into the hallway, he turned to Loren and with a soft kiss, he encouraged her to get comfortable and to pour them some wine and told her he’d be back soon.

Loren meandered down to the guest room where her belongings remained. She slipped out of the Louboutin’s and her feet throbbed momentarily, grateful and aching to be flat against the plush rug.

She stood in front of the mirror as she slipped out of the pencil skirt and loosened the tie on the side of her blouse. After laying her clothes on top of the garment bag, she studied her reflection in the mirror. The black lace bra and panties, with the addition of the thigh-high stockings made her feel desirable and sexy and she hoped William would feel the same. He had made her feel secure enough to consider even greeting him like this upon his return and the whiskey she still had in her system didn’t hurt either.

She ventured into the washroom to freshen up and upon closing the door, there was a white dress shirt of William’s hanging on the hook. Loren ran her hands down the sleeve which only elicited a deeper need from her core. She slipped on the shirt and the scent from his body, his deodorant and cologne converged and her need for William grew exponentially.

She heard her phone chime from a text notification and there were instant butterflies flitting in her stomach when she saw William’s name.

what r u doing rn

Loren responded with two photos and a simple thought.

waiting ❤️

William shuddered from the arctic winds as he and the dogs hurried back towards his building. He felt pangs of nervousness as he anticipated what was likely to transpire between him and Loren. It was a feeling which he had not felt towards anyone in a very long time.

William even felt his cock stiffening in the elevator ride to his floor discreetly adjusting it before stepping off the lift.

The dogs barreled through the door first, as usual. When William stepped through, he saw Loren on the couch in his unbuttoned shirt, looking more stunning than ever. She had the blanket (that he never bothered to put away from the night before) draped over her crossed legs, while the dogs surrounded her, giving her kisses with their return.

William approached her, and as much as he wanted to tell her how fucking gorgeous she was, he couldn’t speak; he could only think to offer his hand to have her stand. Placing her hand in his, Loren’s deepest desires for him took complete control of her. Loren wasted no time snaking one arm behind his neck and the other firmly around his shoulder as William hoisted her up, cradling her ass cheeks as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Their mouths connected in a kiss so soft, deep and full of yearning that they both wanted to stay in that moment forever. William walked them towards his bedroom, his mouth never once leaving hers.

At the foot of his bed, Loren unhooked her legs from around William and he lowered her to stand before him. His hands were still firm on her waist, keeping her close as his mouth left hers to travel down her neck. His lips became firm against her skin as he slid the dress shirt off of her shoulders. Every kiss made Loren feel unbalanced and she began to moan while tightly gripping the fabric of his hooded sweater. She quickly helped William discard said hoodie, revealing William’s chest which Loren marveled at while she slowly ran her hands through his chest hair. Her hands traveled down his body further, and she linked her fingers into his waistband. She helped slide his pants off, leaving only his tented shorts that flaunted William’s rigid member.

Loren’s breath trembled when William cupped her face, gazing at her with an intensity he had never felt for anyone before.

He asked to see her with nothing on except for his shirt and her stockings. Her eyes were wide and innocent as first gazed at William, and then followed his hands glide down her body, slowly slipping off her panties in the process. As she unclasped and discarded her bra, William’s palms travelled up her abdomen. He watched as her eyes closed and lips fall open slightly when his hands lightly squeezed and cupped her breasts. He lowered his head and tongued each nipple, eliciting more gasps and moans from her mouth. Each time William lapped at the sensitive nerve endings in each of her taut mounds, it was like electrical currents travelling straight to the tightness in her core.

William could feel the hot tension building rapidly in Loren. Her hands began to grip his wide and muscular back and he could feel her squeezing her thighs tightly trying to relieve pressure. Her hands slid to his hips and pulled his body towards her. She began to rub her engorged clit against William’s thickness and sensually licked and sucked the flesh around his chest and neck. Her mouth left no physical evidence on his skin, but William already had a mental picture of the magic Loren’s gorgeous mouth would do with his cock.

William grabbed a hold of Loren’s ass and he pulled her in even closer. He spoke in to her ear, his tone low and gravelly as he motioned to the bed. “Let’s get in…I’m going to show you how amazing you are.”

Loren laid on her side, her hair spread out, covering the expanse of the pillow. William’s eyes were fixed on her face as he lay facing her propping up on one elbow. It drove him wild how she looked bashful and seductive at the same time. The nipples he just teased with his mouth were perked and pointed under the luxury cotton fabric and he quickly held open the shirt to nip and suck on her nipples once more. Without hesitation, William’s guided Loren onto her back as he shifted his body tight against hers. Loren began to squirm and moan as William’s tongue lapped at her sensitive peaks. His hand moved from fondling Loren’s voluptuous breast down along her rib cage to her lower abdomen. The feeling of William’s hand below her navel made Loren begin to pant with anticipation. William released her nipple from his mouth and watched her belly rise and fall quickly when his fingers grazed the small patch at the top of her pussy.

Loren gasped when William’s feather touch slid in the wetness around the lips of her pussy. Her hip movements were beyond her control, especially when William resumed kissing and tonguing her nipple and sliding his finger along her soaked and swollen clit.

The sensation was mind-bending for Loren as William skillfully moved his mouth to the most delicious spots on her body, all the while he stroked and flicked the sweet nub between her legs.

As he worked her clit with his middle finger, Loren fell apart. She was panting heavily and she let out a sound that was partly a squeal and partly a loud groan. Her eyes shot open when hit a hot spot just right and Loren dug her heels into the mattress, almost violently lifting her hips upward. She gripped the wrist of William’s hand that was working her into a frenzy.

Between pants, Loren began gasping William’s name. Loren was feeling too overstimulated and too overwhelmed, having never been brought to this level of bliss by anyone before. Every touch felt like an electric jolt to her body and Loren was feeling like she actually might lose her mind.

Loren’s hand remained clasped around William’s wrist as she whispered “William, please…I’m….it’s - I just - I just need to calm down for a sec.”

William ceased and he watched Loren close her eyes and exhale slowly. Her hips moved from still wanting William’s touch, and with her eventual consent, he slowly began stroking her again, kissing along her collar bone.

Loren lifted her eyes and gazed adoringly at William. She released his wrist and ran her hand along his stubble on his cheek as he leaned in for another passionate kiss. Each time William’s mouth found hers, the taste of his tongue against her own made her clench her walls so tightly, desperate for the feeling of his cock inside of her. Loren’s hips rocked against the mattress which invited William to insert his fingers into Loren’s pussy. He started slowly pumping his middle finger and then inserted a second finger deeply when Loren pleaded for more.

William’s cock was rock hard watching how exquisite Loren looked and felt. He wanted to feel the tightness of her pussy gripping the shaft of his cock and he was becoming more desperate by the second.

William’s mouth connected with Loren’s jawline and between firm kisses, his breath hot against her skin. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous….fucking so sexy….how about - do you want to climb on top of me?” he asked, full of wanting.

A smile fell upon Loren’s lips and she breathlessly responded “Yes, please.”

William discarded his shorts and laid on his back helping Loren as she steadied herself on top to straddle William’s torso. She felt shy and self-conscious which William quickly sensed. His hands slowly skimmed over her sheer stockings, then under the shirt and along of the curves of her waist. Loren was hot between her legs and the sheen of her arousal left a trail on William’s skin as she slowly began to rub herself against him. William could not get enough of the view of her tits, still slightly concealed under his Polo button down. William mused that from here on, the memory of Loren in that shirt will never leave his mind. She absolutely took his breath away.

Loren leaned forward to kiss William. Her legs spread wider as she lowered her mouth onto his, and she whimpered with the sudden urge to grind her cunt against his taut abdominal muscles.

Kisses that were first tender and sensual turned to desperate and needy.

Sitting upright once more, Loren reached behind her for William’s cock. When her fingers wrapped around the girth of his shaft, William bit his lip and pressed his head into the pillow, moaning as Loren stroked him.

As much as he loved watching her work his arousal out of his tip, it was feeling just a bit too good, and he was getting desperate to feel the slickness of her pussy sliding down on his dick.

“Loren….I don’t wan- to….come - not just yet. Can we….can you get on…oh fuck - I want you to ride me.”

She smiled and replied softly “Mmmmm - okay,” and slowly released his cock.

Loren’s face was flushed as she looked down at William’s soft expression. As she raised and positioned herself just above the tip, William slid the pinkish head between her hot and slick folds. Loren’s hand connected with William’s as he held his cock just so as she tried to lower herself on his hardness.

The tip only slightly penetrated Loren’s entrance. Although she was wet with arousal, Loren was extremely tight and it felt as though there was an invisible barrier.

She tried to guide his shaft inside her once again but was unsuccessful.

Visibly flustered, she looked down at William with a mixture of embarrassment and discouragement. “I’m so sorry…..I’m not sure….it’s been a really long time since this - since I have done this. I’m -”

“Hey - Loren….it’s ok.” William spoke softly, smoothing back the locks of hair that had fallen around her face. “Do you still want to do this? We don’t have to.”

“Oh my god - no….I mean yes, I want this….I want you….I guess it just need to take it that much slower,” Loren replied quietly.

The two kissed slowly and longingly as William began to run his tip slowly through her wetness over and over again.

Desperate to try again, Loren spread her opening a little wider with one hand while William pressed the head of his cock into her entrance. Loren grasped William’s chest, lowering herself onto him as he held his cock steady in one hand, and gripped Loren’s hip with his other.

Torturously slow, Loren’s center slid down almost all of William’s length. Her core was so tight that her walls could feel the protruding veins of his cock.

Rising and falling on his cock steadily faster, William knew he had never felt anyone like Loren.

His hands reached up and pushed back the sides of his shirt allowing him to look at and feel her tits roll and bounce every time she grinded on his cock. Soon, Loren gripped his forearms bouncing on William harder and faster and the euphoric sensation began to grow in his belly.

The sounds of two people finding pure and exquisite pleasure in one another filled William’s bedroom. William and Loren had unlocked a new level of intense passion and they acted on every impulse. He watched her body jolt from the electric energy being driven into her core. The noises coming from her mouth were so erotic, William needed to hear more. Much more.

He grasped at the meaty parts of Loren's hips and as she arched her back, William firmly drove his cock into her core. The veins on Loren’s long neck jutted out as she cried out William’s name. William began to thumb Loren’s clit, inciting her thighs to quake from the powerful sensation.

Loren was losing complete control of her senses and her only instinct was to sprawl atop William’s sweaty, matted chest and hold on for dear life.

William’s arms cradled Loren tightly as she screamed affirmations into his pillow when he fucked her hard. He bit back the urge to holler out profanities and instead, grunted through gritted teeth against Loren’s shoulder.

Loren began to pant that she was coming but her vocalizations were mostly absorbed by William’s pillow. William held her ass while he pounded her deep, and when her orgasm hit, she yelled out nonsensical words against William’s neck as her body convulsed within his arms. Had William not been holding her in place, he’s sure she would have bucked herself right off of him, quivering uncontrollably.

William himself could not bring himself to slow his pace as that same euphoric sensation that started in his belly was now a pressure boiler ready to explode. With one long, guttural moan, William shot streams of cum deep inside Loren. William fought the urge to bite Loren’s shoulder, which was a urge he never had before.

William and Loren laid in each other’s arms unable to speak or even move. As their laboured breathing turned into a more controlled rhythm, Loren began to stir slightly, as William’s softening cock, glistening in their shared juices, slid from her entrance.

Loren slid off of William and he turned onto his side, bringing her body back to him.

He murmured into her hair, “You okay?” as he traced a path with his fingers along her shoulder blade.

Loren could feel him beginning to grin as she nuzzled his chest while letting out a satisfied moan. “I’m……” she trailed off. “I can’t…I…I’m barely able to speak. I’m good. Really good.”

A few more moments passed as Loren and William regained her faculties.

William broke the silence first, speaking in a low, gravelly voice. “You said it had been awhile…how long was it since your last time?”

Loren shifted in William’s arms, lazily shrugging and murmuring into his chest, “Over three years, I think…something like that.”

William raised an eyebrow and lightly shook his head. “Jesus.”

Loren propped herself up on her forearm. “Seriously though, do they teach you how to do this in Sweden? Because that…what you did….that’s not normal,” she chuckled and then added, “I didn’t even think I liked sex.”

William thought for a moment. “How long can you stay tomorrow before you have to leave for work?”

“2:00 or so, I might be able to push it to 3…call in a favour maybe....just this time. Why…what are you thinking?” Loren smiled.

“I’m thinking this was just a practice run. Now I need to show you what I can really do.”

[frcvnds]

Audrey Rose HEADCANONS

- She loves the color pink but only in certain shades, and is very picky about what shades of pink she’ll wear or interact with in general

- For obvious reasons, she despises the color purple..

- Despite her last name, her favorite flowers aren’t roses, ironically, but peonies and petunias

- Growing up, her closest friends were Lonnie, Ben, and Jane

- When Audrey and Ben first met she didn’t like him romantically, since they were six at the time and she thought boys had cooties

- Audrey loved Ben as her boyfriend, but found more of a friendship and connection in his best friend, Chad Charming

- She used to have big birthday bashes and would invite all of her Auradon friends

- After she and Ben broke up she threw one, bought all the decorations herself, invited all her closest friends, but nobody showed up except for Chad. She was devastated

- Chad took her to his family’s castle that day to cheer her up so now she spends every birthday with him and his family

- Audrey love babysitting and loves little kids, particularly little girls. She loves taking them to her cottage, playing dress up or fairies and reading bedtime stories.

-Her favorite person to babysit is Chad’s little sister Chloe.

- She hates sushi. She doesn’t like smell of seafood, as it makes her stomach queasy, and she tried sushi one time, which caused some serious food poisoning and gave her a bad impression of it altogether.

- Audrey’s not a big sports fan. Her dad is, which is why Ben got along so well with her family, but she could never get herself to sit for hours and watch guys shove each other and toss around a ball.

-She enjoys tourney though, strangely enough, and is invested enough to learn the rules and concept of the game.

- For a long time she had night terrors of what happened to her mother happening to her. Her family told her the story of Sleeping Beauty and her grandmother in particular instilled that fear into her

- Audrey loves to cook.

-Her family, like most fairytale monarchies, are very traditional and taught her those “wifely” skills very early on, as she was arranged to be married to Prince Ben, and her grandmother insisted that no one would love her if she didn’t know how to cook and clean.

-That was not why Audrey loved cooking though. She enjoyed it because it gave her an outlet for being good at something outside of herself and was a way to share her joy with others

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Two: Magic

Pandora drags Regulus to a Christmas market... Regulus who hates Christmas

“It all looks so pretty!” Pandora practically cooed it as she dragged her best friend into the Christmas market in town. Dragged being the correct word, he was all but clawing at her to make their journey stop. It was no secret that he hated the season, but he’d agreed to spend the day with her and she needed to find a present for Evan. He was the only one she hadn’t found something for and if he won their yearly contest, she’d have to admit he was the better twin. And that was never happening again.

“Yes, yes, very nice. Why couldn’t you order your present online like everyone else?”

“Because shopping for it is half the fun! Come on, Reginald! Your fiance is the biggest Christmas fan in the world, you could at least try not to scowl at every part of it. Try to enjoy it!”

“What is there to enjoy? The crappy songs? The capitalist-driven consumer driven splurges disguised as bonding? The awful movies which all look the exact same? The bloody sprouts? The ugly jumpers? The-”

“The magic of it, Reg!”

He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “what magic?”

“All of it!”

Regulus sighed and gloomily trudged behind her as she pranced around each stall, oooing and ahhing every now and then. He glanced up occasionally and he had to admit some of the handmade pieces were beautiful, but it didn’t brighten his mood all that much. He liked winter, he did, just not the festivities which suffocated him during it. His brother seemed to have found a love for it, he’d even learned the dance from Mean Girls, which had admittedly scarred him for life. Remus was neither for or against the holiday which made him… somewhat bearable. He was however a sucker when it came to Sirius, which meant their small cottage became an assault to the senses, cinnamon mixed with cranberries and a constant flow of laughter and joy. The nerve of some people.

And then there was James. Stupidly perfect James, who of course had one fatal flaw. He adored Christmas. And Regulus? Well Regulus’ fatal flaw was James. So their house was coated in stupid tinsel and red and green and gold and a sprinkling of cheer from midnight on December first. Didn’t mean he liked it.

“Reg! Reg, look! Oh, it’s perfect!”

He looked over at her gleeful beckoning, at a small, ornate charm. It was of a holly leaf but didn’t seem absurdly Christmas orientated. It wouldn’t ruin the charm bracelet Evan had had for almost a decade now. Barty had found it in his mum’s old jewellery box and given it to his boyfriend and he hadn’t taken it off since. It was getting quite full now, a sprinkling of charms for different occasions and some just when the moment struck - he had one of a cactus and no one quite understood why.

“It’s gorgeous, Panda, it’ll go perfectly with the socks and book.”

“You think? Ooo, look there’s matching cufflinks. Do you think Barty would absolutely kill me if I got them for me?”

Reg laughed softly and shrugged, “considering he hates having to wear a suit to work, perhaps.”

“But they’re precious!”

“Get them, love, Ev wouldn’t let him kill you anyway. And we both know he’s whipped.”

She beamed at him before talking to the artist animatedly. He let her voice waft over him as he stared out at the people milling around, bundled up in their gloves and scarfs, woolly hats on giggling childrens’ heads. Hands were clasped around warm drinks, heads of couples bent together, their breath visible in the cool air as they muttered words. He supposed there could be a kind of beauty in the joy found in Christmas. The smiling faces and rosy cheeks, the way every word of the shivering carollers was tinted with a grin. Maybe he would like Christmas, if he wasn’t such a stubborn git.

“Okay! Where d’you want to go next?”

“Home?”

“Reg.”

He sighed and raised his hands in surrender, “tell me where we’re going then.”

Pandora grinned at him and tugged on his arm, leading him through the crowds to a small stall he hadn’t noticed on their initial loop around. It was covered in blank baubles and little containers of paint. “Can we, pretty please? The answer’s yes.”

He sighed, it’s not like he’d ever actually been very good at telling his best friend no, “I’ll watch.”

“He’ll paint.” The blonde said brightly to the man standing with a paint stained apron and a steaming mug between his gloved hands.

Regulus sat on the chair he was led to and stared at the bauble in front of him. His best friend had already started painting, chattering excitedly to the seller. He contemplated if she’d notice him darting away, but just as he’d concluded she would, his phone rang. He smiled at the screen as the name flashed up, “hi, mon amour.”

“Reggie! Where are you? I brought home dinner.”

He checked his watch and cursed under his breath, “I’m with Dora, she’s dragged me to this blasted market. I’m meant to be painting a bauble.”

James’ laugh trickled down the line and he had to force back a lovesick grin, “I’ll save you a plate, sweetheart. What’re going to paint?”

“Not the foggiest idea.”

“Hmm, what about a deer?”

“You’re biassed.”

“Just a little. Paint whatever you want, my love, it’s going front and centre whatever it is.”

Reg blushed and looked down at the white ball, “it is?”

“Of course, angel, you’re painting it.”

And there it was, alongside the butterflies soaring through his stomach, magic.

[tzviaariella]

She comes in the clothes of your mother, her arms full of welcome, her smile full of teeth. My child, she calls you, my sweet one, my darling, but the words are smoke, stinking as they waft from the cheerful crematorium of her mouth.

Welcome her, dear child, your father tells you. This is my wife.

My wife, he says and not your mother. Your mother is dead. This woman is a stranger. But you are a good girl, everyone says so, and you desperately want to be loved. You unbar the door of your home, and as she enters, you gift her your smile.

Welcome home, you say.

The first day, she feeds you milk and sweet honey cake, stroking your hair as you sit to eat it. Such beautiful hair you have, everyone says so, thick and long like your mother's. Her fingers tangle in it, pulling. What a beauty you are, she says, smiling, and only you hear the gluttonous hunger in her praise. She is a wolf in the clothes of your mother, and her claws are caught in your hair. Such a beautiful child.

The second day, she feeds you bread. Slower, child, she chides you, laughing. Eat slower, or you'll choke. The idea seems to amuse her, this unmother, with her hungry eyes and her dead woman's clothes. You wonder what she sees when she looks at you. You know that you don't want to know.

The third day, she feeds you crumbs.

Perhaps she is a witch. Perhaps she is not. Either way, she is hungry. She devours every scrap of love in your house, licking the juice from her fingers and looking to you for more. She will eat you too, you realize, in spirit if not in fact. You have too much of your mother’s appearance, too much of your father’s love, too much that isn’t hers. She strips it from you with cold words and harsh labor, cracking open the bones of your joy to make her soup. Then she shares the soup with your father, and he, too, eats.

What's wrong? your father asks you. Ungrateful child, see how hard she works for you, how happy she makes me. Why are you so difficult? Don't you want your father to be happy? And he is, he is happy, that's the worst of it. You were not enough for him, but she is. He kisses her cheek, and she beams at him, her hands sharpening a knife—for the vegetables, child, for the meat, nothing more—

No one believes you.

You were dear once, but now you are a burden. You were a beauty, but now you wear rags. She gives you impossible tasks, and you complete them. You give her your obedience, then your silence, then your fear. Whatever you give her, it isn't enough. Lazy girl, sullen, ungrateful, underfoot –with these words, she makes you the stranger, until even your father sees you with poisoned eyes. When at last she sends you into the woods, he makes no protest. Neither do you. You are a good girl, everyone once said so, and perhaps the beasts won't kill you. Perhaps if you achieve this, she will love.

She won't, of course. Even there, her hunger pursues you: a huntsman's knife, a poisoned pool, the slow slaughter of a mazelike path. If she is a witch, her power transforms you. If she is not, you are equally lost. The brambles snatch at your ragged clothing, and the cold bites at your tender skin. She doesn't want you to return, you realize, not to her cottage, her palace, her inn. She has burned your home to cook a feast on the embers, and when she serves it to your father, she will fill no plate for you.

You lose your way first, and your hope after. Sometimes, you lose your life. But you do not lose your beauty, and that is what saves you. A man comes, a prince, with a hunger of his own—a gentler hunger, that tastes but does not consume. You startle at his kiss, distrustful, and he looks at you with pity in his eyes.

Come with me, dear one, your savior tells you. Be my wife.

You are a good girl, not a strong one, but there is power in being my wife. She herself has taught you that. You embrace your savior and thank him, weeping like the child you should still be. Then you take his hand and his offer, and together, you leave the beasts behind.

Perhaps she is punished. Perhaps she is not. Either way, she never leaves you. Her shadow is a cloak upon your back, a drape above your children’s cradles. As she gave you nothing, you give them too much. As she drove you out, you do not let them leave. Your teeth are not for tearing, but neither were your mother’s, and a wolf came for you all the same. You burn yourself beside their beds like a candle, but her shadow only grows. In every illness, every mishap, you feel claws in your hair, someone waiting to take what is yours. 

What's wrong? your husband asks you. Silly woman, see how hard I work for you, how happy you make me. Why are you so difficult? Don't you want to be happy? And you do, you do want it, more than anything. You build a new family. You count your blessings. Like Orpheus, you try not to look back.

But in your dreams, a woman comes hungry—her arms full of welcome, her smile full of teeth:

My child, my sweet one, my darling.

Welcome home.

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

man so many people don't realise just how much comfort and wisdom we can find in history - generic ass history - just as regular people day to day. maybe I'm biased because of my job and it probably sounds like propaganda coming from me lol, but in These Difficult Times history is my first and greatest source of reassurance. every time I'm on the verge of panicking because I'm pretty sure this is the end of the world, I remember that people have been sure they were witnessing the end of the for thousands of years, and the world is still here. I look back at every crisis of the past - the fall of Rome, the world wars, famines and floods galore - and here we are, alive, looking back on 'the end of everything' as a distant human memory.

I walk around my village and look at the old houses where the poor used to live, and the not so old houses where the poor live now, and I think - a hundred, three hundred, a thousand years ago, there were people here with the same worries as me: worried about money, about the climate, about the rich and powerful stripping them of their rights. they suffered, they knew loss, they were afraid. but sometimes the church bells rang on a saturday and a young couple were cheered through the churchyard, excited to start a life together. an overworked and underpaid quarryman hauled his aching bones to the pub and shared a drink and a laugh with his friends, and halved his problems. a woman lay awake all night wondering whether that law would pass in parliament, what it would mean for her daughters, and then the sun rose warm and beautiful, and she got up, cut herself a piece of bread, and sat outside her cottage bathing in the light and listening to the dawn chorus, and she closed her eyes and smiled. the last thursday of October everyone put on their favourite hats and went out to see the ponies at the fair, and danced into the night. someone said 'help me, I dont know what to do', and somebody else said, 'I can take care of that for you.' they struggled, they found the light and they lived.

all the awful things happening now have happened before, and we have endured. the sun still rises, the bells still ring, the music still plays, the people are still here. our predecessors hand their memories to us through the ages: this is what happened last time. this is how we survived. it was hard, it hurt, and not everyone made it, but enough of us did. and we smiled, we laughed, we knew joy. you can do it. they can't keep us down. life will continue to live.

[lyralow]

Juliet Bennett | sim submission for @adoringsentiment's lovestruck challenge

PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: bisexual AGE: young adult, 24, (plans to brew potion of immortality) OCCULT: spellcaster (neophyte) TRAITS: self-absorbed, generous, bookworm LIFETIME ASPIRATION: spellcraft & sorcery Juliet's Song: ♫

Juliet Bennett is, for lack of a better term, delusional. She believes she is destined to be the most powerful and beautiful spellcaster of all time. Reading in the forbidden sections of libraries has given her...certain ideas and goals. Half of the books were pure fiction but that didn't stop her, in fact only motivated her "to be the first". First in what, we have no clue. Driven by her desire for power, she worked very hard to become a spellcaster, even when the Sages rejected her at first. They were worried over her greed. But the phenomenon that Juliet is, she is quite generous with her abilities(and funds when she had them). If someone needed a potion or a spell to fix things, she would supply them right away. If someone needed cheering up, she would sing and play her violin for them. If someone needed much needed verbal backup for debate, she was right there. This eventually convinced the Sages to grant her magical abilities. Now the Sages watch her, curious what she plans to do with her given gifts. Juliet definitely plans to rule the world, but not alone.

ACTIVITIES & VENUE:

drinks at bar in glimmerbrook

finding books for each other at library

look at stars outside or in observatory at park

explore & shop in the magic realm at glimmerbrook

movie & baking night at home

PACKS REQUIRED: for rent, growing together, high school years, cottage living, discover university, seasons, get to work, wedding stories, spa day, outdoor retreat, crystal collections, vintage glamour, poolside splash, grunge revival, simtimates collection, moonlight chic, modern menswear

ALL: brows(silk) | skin | lashes(curly) | skin detail | nose mask | freckles | teeth | eye mask | mouth detail(philtrum N1 MM) | lips(N37) | eye contacts(N1)

everyday: hair+bow | dress | shoes(leather pumps)

formal: hair | necklace | shoes(mary janes 01) | socks

athletic: hair(highponytail) | shoes(sneakers)

sleepwear: hair

party: hair(V1) | dress | shoes(boots 3) | socks

swimwear: hair

hot weather: hair+bows | shoes(suede)

cold weather: hair+bow | shoes(boots 2)

PRIVATE DOWNLOAD FOR NOW

(let me know if i missed anything or if any of the links are inaccurate or broken!)

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 9 of ? Maybe like 30 now

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

You're barely through the door to the cottage by the time they call to offer you the junior receptionist position. You squeal in excitement, thrilled to have done something on your own merit.

"Good news I take it?" Namjoon peers over the back of the sofa in your direction.

Five men stare at you, waiting to hear about your triumph. Judging by how comfortable they look, it would appear they had surfaced from Jungkook's room some time ago. Even Hobi had made himself at home, it was eerie how he looked almost as if he belonged there. Yoongi and Hoseok took up the sofa closest to the kitchen, Jimin had curled himself into the armchair, and Jungkook lay spread across the other sofa his head in Namjoon's lap and his feet dangling over the arm.

"You are looking at a newly employed woman!" You exclaim, met with cheers from the men.

"That's great news Y/N, I knew you'd get it. You make a stellar first impression." Jimin comments.

"We all know that isn't true." You shake your head.

"I don't know, You made a fantastic impression on me Foxy." Hobi shrugs.

You ignore him, opting instead to kick off your shoes. There isn't anywhere left to sit so you find a place on the floor near the TV where you could still face them all. But before your bum touches the ground a strangled whine comes from Jungkook as he rushes into Namjoon's lap startling the bear. The taller man nearly drops the poor bunny completely unprepared for the movement. Everyone stares at the youngest confused.

"You shouldn't sit on the floor... it's cold." His ears pin back to his head.

It's clear this is his offer of peace, but it also seems as though he is surprised by his own decision to let you so close. However, you aren't going to turn down the chance to start making amends.

"Did I interrupt?" You gesture towards the TV, trying to get the focus away from Jungkook.

"Nah, not really, just started a movie." Yoongi answers.

"Oh right, well press play then. Then how about I order pizza to celebrate my new income!"

The men murmur in agreement and return their full attentions to the movie they had turned on.

______________________________

One movie turns into two, turns into three, turns into falling asleep one by one.

Hoseok excuses himself to go home but Yoongi won't let him leave. The jackal decides it would be unsafe for Hobi to drive home when he is this tired and offers him Jimin's room, much to the panda's annoyance until it's pointed out that he wasn't going to use it anyway.

Yoongi leaves next, carrying an already sleeping Jimin with him upstairs and into his and Namjoon's room.

Namjoon so obviously wants to retreat to a bed but Jungkook keeps him pinned in place, arms wrapped tightly around the bear. Still, his eyelids droop and his chin drops to his chest as sleep claims him.

You're moments away from waking him up to excuse yourself when you realise Jungkook isn't actually asleep. His big eyes are wide and focused intently on your face as if looking for hidden signs. Unlike the other day, he doesn't immediately look away when your gaze meets his. You take the chance to really look at the man. He has cute beauty marks dotted here and there, including one under his lip. His eyes are deeper than you would've thought possible. And he has the slightest hint of stubble playing around in patches on his chin.

"Thank you." He whispers, brow furrowed.

"For what?" You whisper back.

"For... for helping me get to the hospital."

"You don't have to thank me for that."

"But I want to... I struggle to feel safe like that..."

His hands are turning white from the grip he has on Namjoon's shirt. He looks so uncomfortable just trying to have a conversation with someone outside of his pack. It makes your heartache to see him have to try so hard for what should be an easy dialogue.

"We should go to bed." You change the subject.

You reach for the controller and see him flinch as your arm gets a little too close to him. The TV goes black and the room is plunged into darkness. Had you thought it through you might have turned on a lamp before you did that, but you can see in the dark, Jungkook evidently can not. Burnt sugar fills the room as his panic rises and Namjoon is immediately awake and alert. Jungkook buries his head into Namjoon's armpit, scrambling back from you.

"What's going on?" He asks looking at you for answers.

"I forgot to turn on the lamp before turning off the TV," you answer, rectifying the situation.

The light adds a dim glow to the room and Jungkook slightly uncurls himself

"Is that it," He mumbles rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

The adrenaline wears off quickly and the older man is already yawning again. He strokes Jungkook's back, coaxing him into a better position.

"Come on Bunny, I think it's time to get you to bed."

The smell of burnt sugar lingers in your nose as you try to fall asleep that night. It makes you toss and turn as you try to think of some way to make Jungkook more comfortable with your presence in his home. The way he reacts to people isn't okay, but it isn't your business to help. So why does your heart ache so much, and why does it make you feel so helpless?

He lifts Jungkook as he stands up, supporting the shaking boy against his chest as he makes his way to Jungkook's room.

Author note

Ok so I've been so sick this week so this is a very small chapter unfortunately. Also, having looked at the original brief I had for this when it was only like 22 chapters long. All of this stuff should have finished by chapter 5.... So I just think this is going to be longer than we originally planned.<br />

Also also this one is a little angsty not really angsty just a little angsty. But the next chapter or chapters as it may turn out to be are going to be solstice/ Christmas themed which should be less angsty and more fluffy fingers crossed

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Series masterlist

Masterlist

[lumiereandcogsworth]

First and Last Lines!

tagged by @thefamilybruno thanks dude :”)

rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

A Love Like Ours (Adam/Belle, rated G)

Adam came into the room with his eyes focused on the letter in his hand.

He kissed Belle’s temple and hugged her close, holding his precious family more dearly in his heart than they would ever know.

The One to Hold My Heart (Adam/Belle, rated G)

As the morning sun trickled into the room, Adam breathed in deeply; the first sign of his awakeness.

Their secret picnic still awaited them under the pear tree, but for now, they remained in their lovers’ embrace, with hearts aglow and the sun shining brightly above on their very first, magnificent Valentine’s Day.

His Whole World (Maurice/Maria, rated G)

As the sun began to set in their beautiful Paris, the LaRues were having a pleasant evening at home.

Maurice smiled. He opened his eyes and looked up at his beloved. “Yes, mon cœur. We are.”

There’s Love Here (Maurice & Belle, rated G)

Maurice scrubbed a hand down his face as he slowly descended the stairs.

Maurice smiled. “Of course, my dear.”

All That I’ll Ever Need (Maurice/Maria, rated G)

On Maurice’s 40th birthday, his wife, Maria, is six months pregnant.

It’s one of the best birthdays he will ever remember.

Hot Chocolate (Adam/Belle, rated G)

“Next one! Next one!” Little Maurice cheered, slapping his hand on the book that his father had just closed.

But it made him all the more grateful for this dear family of his, chaos and all.

After All This Time (Adam/Belle, rated T)

“That’s absurd!” Belle said, laughing loudly into her pillow.

Belle hummed happily and wrapped her legs up around his waist, smiling wide as the night carried them away.

Mine, All Mine (Maurice/Maria, rated T)

Maria crept down the stairs, quiet as a mouse.

He pulled her close for another kiss, letting laughter and sunlight dance between them as their beautiful first day as husband and wife finally began.

His Dear Girl (Maurice & Belle, rated G)

The cottage sat still as the lazy afternoon sun was drawing near the horizon.

He loved that little bird of his, and he couldn’t wait to see how high she could fly someday.

Now I See Daylight (Adam/Belle, rated G)

Candles burned low as another calm evening swept over the castle.

Both her parents joined in, hearts glowing as candlelight shimmered across the room and laughter echoed on every wall.

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[foolishlovers]

Hi! I'm thrilled to find another fic rec blog, I'm always down to more good fics! Recently I had trouble while trying to find good fivs with D/s dinamic with sub!Aziraphale and dom!Crowley. I'll prefer longer fics (my ideal fic starts from 100k words, but at this point I'll be glad for 10k) and human au, but it's not so important, I'm more interested in good psychology, especially in Crowley figuring out what Aziraphale needs, getting him to trust him enough to let go, etc. There's a lot of fics with opposite dinamic with Aziraphale being caring dom that wants the best for his sub, and I love them dearly but I want some variety, you know? I guess fics without D/s but focused on top!Crowley pampering bottom!Aziraphale will do too (I'm desperate). Would be really grateful for any help, thanks a lot!

oh i feel you, my ideal fic starts from 100k words too sigh... here are some that i've read with that dynamic (although i can't say that i have read any that are quite that long yet):

By Any Other Name by Tartan_Temptation (18k) Aziraphale stared at his reflection. He looked pale aside from the light dusting of pink that was slowly fading from his face. His eyes looked too bright, almost fearful. His blond curls were more disheveled than usual, undoubtedly from the nervous hands that had been carding through it as the reality of his… situation hit him with all the gentleness of a punch to the face. He gripped the sides of his sink and looked his reflection in the eyes. You are a sugar baby. You have a sugar daddy. Crowley is your sugar daddy.

Mint Tea by CopperBeech (31k) Workaday clerical drone Aziraphale Fell unexpectedly comes into a cottage in the South Downs. But life is as drab as ever, and worse, a disastrous decision has left him with mint running rampant through all the beautiful plantings. It's clearly time someone got him- er, his garden - under control. A quickie of cheerful, unredeemed filth, which… grew chapters and a plot. I only work here.   “I must say I’ve never encountered anyone using a – a system like yours,” he said, facing away as if the view outside the window were entirely arresting. “I mean – it was very exciting er interesting the way you were, ah, instructing those plants as if they could – does it really get the results you want?” “Oh, gets results all right,” Crowley said. “Wouldn’t believe size things can grow to, talk to ‘em right.” This, Aziraphale considered, was accurate. The state of things inside his trousers had become genuinely alarming.

Sugar And Spice by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (95k, WIP) Queer technology giant Anthony J. Crowley is just about ready to throw in the towel after relationship after relationship has failed, but there's a new barista at the company coffee shop and he's cute and sweet and Crowley's never been able to resist blond hair and blue eyes. The tabloids will have a field day, they always do, but his assistant is getting married and a temp is needed. A temp who really isn't very good at making complicated coffees, has past experience in reception, and absolutely no idea that the latest complicated coffee order came from the owner himself. Aziraphale only knows that he's handsome, patient, and was the first person who told him he was doing well. How could he refuse the temp position? Or, he soon discovers, more.

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