quaint little cottage


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Writer’s Cottage

My first house for Brindleton Bay! I’ve spent the last 20 hours building and decorating and playtesting this house (with a little sleep thrown in, too). It was built for two Sims by Cinderellimouse - Tom Dale and his dog Max. He’s a former big city cop who moved out to the seaside to start a career as a crime novelist. Luckily he found this quaint little cottage by the beach to rent. Maybe it’ll come in handy for your Sims, too.

  • CC-free
  • 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms
  • Lot size: 20x20
  • Cost: §119,715
  • Lot Location: “Bedlington Boathouse” in Brindleton Bay
  • Required Packs:
    • EPs - Get to Work, Get Together, City Living, Cats and Dogs
    • GPs - Outdoor Retreat, Spa Day, Dine Out, Vampires, Parenthood
    • SPs - Movie Hangout, Backyard Stuff, Romantic Garden, Vintage Glamour, Fitness Stuff, Kids Room, Cool Kitchen
  • To install, download the ZIP file from the link below. Extract the folder and copy its contents (there should be 7 files total) into your My Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Tray folder. 

DOWNLOAD ZIP file (SimFileShare)

**If you don’t want to install it using the Tray files, you can also find it in the Gallery under #jenba and Origin ID silrosse.


moment of clarity || bill skarsgård

description: in which all he wants to do is put you back together again

requested by: @scarlet-doll-13

warnings: mild sexual content, swearing, angst, mentions of cheating, 

notes: this is a really old request, one of the first i got when i made this blog. i ended up tweaking it a little, but i hope it’s still to your liking my dear. 

It was a glorious winter morning.

The cool air bit into your skin the moment you stepped out onto the open porch that connected to the cozy cabin you’d been tucked into for the night. The sun had barely begun to rise, leaving the sky an odd pinkish blue hue. 

Your breath came out before you in white plumes, curling into the air and disappearing thereafter. You leaned up against the sturdy wood railing, gazing upon the beautiful landscape. 

It was all like something out of a story book, really. A romantic tale of a boy and a girl, so much in love, leading a life safe and warm in their quaint little cottage, living within their means. But the truth was, this was no fairytale, and you were not in love.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

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Autumn: My Old Story

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Part of “Tell me of an Eternity” { Autumn | Winter | Spring | Summer }

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
  • Genre: Angst, Werewolf!Jungkook
  • Words: 9.5K
  • Description: Tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after, he’ll wait for you forever.

Originally posted by jjks

The faint crackle of the fireplace is the only sound drifting afloat the peaceful atmosphere of the taciturn room, flames emanating from the pile of logs mesmerizing the gazes of all those gathered around, growing and fading like the waxing and waning of ocean tides pulled by the moon.  

Sitting on a rocking chair in the comfort of the old-fashioned living room, in the familiar company of your grandchildren, you bask in the calming ambiance of the night, a tranquility numbing enough to lull you into unadulterated slumber. But the bold voice of a small child pulls you away from your oncoming doze.  

“Grandmama, tell us a story” Your young granddaughter eagerly requests, tugging at the hem of your blouse. Her clear doe-eyes were dripping with enthusiasm as she peers at you gingerly, waiting for the response she hopes to receive.

You smile down endearingly at the youthfully innocent child, brushing her silky hair tenderly with your trembling hand. “Oh alright, I guess I do have one interesting story that has yet been told.”

It’s a story you should have forgotten long ago, one that is tucked away in the deepest layer of your vanishing memory. But there was something about the way the moonlight was elegantly flowing through the glassy panes of the open window that makes you take a deep, sedative breath, reminding you of something that had long been lost to time and this mysterious universe. Shifting your gaze toward the direction facing the dark forest outside, trees densely packed only a few meters away from the quaint little cottage, you nostalgically begin recalling the age-old tale.

“I was young like you when I moved to the forest covered oceanside…”

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You glanced around quickly before you made your way over to the quaint little cottage you’ve been spying on for the past few weeks. You had no idea who owned the cottage, but by the looks of it, they had to have something worth of value inside. Yesterday, you overheard the man inside tell the little girl - who you found out to be his daughter - to be safe when she traveled to her friend’s house for the weekend, while he had to go take care of business. So today was the perfect opportunity for you.

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Coming Home to You

Sooo work has been pretty tiring and has been draining my time and is giving me the worst case of writer’s block.

So then I thought, Diana probably has days like that too? And well…


Oh right, I’ve also eagerly accepted Diana and Akko using the Japanese phrases for them leaving (though in this case, coming back) home from Ticcy’s Dianakko week comic for the Domestic AU. 

Dianakko fluff, of course.

ff.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12697276/1/Coming-Home-to-You

Summary: Diana comes home after a long day as Luna Nova’s youngest professor. Luckily, today, just like every day, she has someone waiting for her back at home.

Word Count: ~3124 words

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Originally posted by sf9drabbles

Angel Hwiyoung??? -anon

Gif credit as listed

Hwiyoung (SF9) x Reader

-by Admin Mari

A/N: I know you’re all affected by this comeback so here’s something to ease the pain

  • Doing bullet point because there was no premise for a story given
  • So basically Hwiyoung has yet to earn his wings
  • And he’s the only one in his division who doesn’t have them
  • Even Chani, their youngest, does
  • Taeyang and Chani like to tease him endlessly while Youngbin and Rowoon try to reassure him that it’s normal and he’ll get an assignment for wings too
  • He isn’t so sure
  • But nonetheless he still bounces up the stairs when the high committee calls for him
  • They promise him this grand task that only he could perform and would definitely boost his status
  • “Will I get my wings?”
  • They avoid giving an answer
  • He later learns it’s because he’s not doing heavenly duties, rather… community service
  • Hwiyoung isn’t assigned someone to watch over, he’s tasked with making sure that no one gets hurt at a super busy intersection
  • Apparently Youngbin had mentioned to one of his higher ups that Hwiyoung had been feeling upset lately
  • This was their solution
  • It could be worse he supposes
  • He could have been stuck watching a small town where nothing really happened
  • Instead he sits on a bench in his invisible state and watches cars zoom by in the middle of winter

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Don’t Need Anything Else

Tony grimaced, burrowing his head under the covers, ducking away from the bright light coming in the windows.  “J’vis, lights twenty percent,” he mumbled, his eyes still clamped shut.  Nothing happened, and that’s what brought him awake – Jarvis never, ever failed to respond, not unless he’d been compromised.

He sat up quickly.  “Jarvis?!” he called out in alarm, on the verge of panicking.  His breath quickened, and he struggled to untangle himself from the covers that seemed to be deliberately trying to pin him in place.  With a hard shove, he was out…and face first on the floor.  “Ow,” he muttered, rolling himself over onto his back.  When no attack was immediately forthcoming, Tony froze, listening, but it was quiet all around him.  In fact, it was way too quiet.

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Be Sure to Check the Price Tag Before You Accept an Offering

For the November prompt of the Gabriel monthly challenge!
Too many impostors claiming the title of Trickster these days. Some of us had to work for that name. Some of us created it. Our names only spoken in hushed whispers for fear of us hearing

Tagging; @lacqueluster, @revwinchester, @archangel-with-a-shotgun, @ashiewesker and @gabriel-monthly-challenge

(ps. i’m thinking of starting a tagging list, if you want me to tag you in my stuff in the future, hit me up!)

Thanks again to @theriverscribe, you’re the best!

Rating; T

Words; 1951

Tags; Tricksters, Attempted human sacrifice


A trickster attends a human sacrifice. A trickster decides to accept a certain pair of hunters.

A trickster makes a Very Big Mistake.

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Well people, here’s your winner of the poll! This is miss Leah Miller, the founder of my new Differences In The Family Tree Legacy!

Yup, this lil lady won over the most hearts, so she’ll be bringing her little story over to my blog within the next few days (depending on when I actually get time to play bc yikes atm, sorry about that, I promise I’m working on it!)

Anyway, this is like the little introduction post to her legacy because I feel like you should know a few things about her, since you’ll be seeing her rather a lot now…

So, as you can see, Leah is my founder, but a little someone that’s also pictured above is her high school sweetheart Archie, who she is still very much in love with now that she’s graduated. He’s a pretty shy, quiet guy, but when paired with someone as bubbly and excitable as Leah is, they balance each other out pretty well. As an already struggling artist, at first Archie was slightly apprehensive about Leah’s decision to take up a whole new plot of land on her own. Of course he respected her decision and wanted her to live out her dreams and follow in her family’s footsteps by going into farming, mostly because he was worried that they wouldn’t manage to get by. But Leah was always there to remind him that as long as they had each other and their happiness, they didn’t need anything else. So with nothing but a quaint little cottage in Brindleton Bay, her true love at her side and the earth at her feet, Leah felt as if she was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime: the rest of her life. And she simply couldn’t wait…

I don’t quite know how interesting that was, or if it even made sense because I’m writing this pretty late at night and on my phone, but let’s hope that I did her justice because a lot of you seem to really like little Leah already! I’ll leave the legacy rules down below in case any of you are interested in reading them, but other than that, I think that’s all for now

Thank you so much to everyone who voted; the fact that you took the time to do that really means the world to me. And even if your favourite didn’t win, I hope that you’ll be able to grow to love Leah as much as she loves growing her beloved strawberries! ily guys!

Differences in the Family Tree Legacy - by @samtastic-sims

anonymous asked:

(not a request!) do you have any thoughts on dragonformers? do you have any more aus? i love the ones you made so far!! more aus plz :D

( Melly’s Mod Notes: Hey there, anon! Thank you so much for the compliment. A lot of credit has to go towards my friends, Emmy and Jen, since they’re like the heavy lifters of the worldbuilding when we decide to settle on an AU setting. They’re both pleased to see the reception of the AUs so far. o / Jen demands more Whirl requests please don’t shoot me I’m only the messenger.

At the moment my friends and I don’t have a lot of thoughts about Dragonformers since we’re A) working on a new AU that’s eating our lives and B) we’re trying to establish certain core elements of it and we haven’t reached an agreement on that yet. (We can’t move forward until we’ve agreed whether we can fuck the dragons or not in this AU.)

The most we agreed on is that the sizes for the Transformers believe it or not. Minis are the size of house cats,. Average bots are the size of large dog breeds like the Great Dane or so. Big bois are the size of large horses like the Clydesdale breed. Beyond that we don’t have much of a clue what to do next. We like the idea of this being more Neko Atsume-esque where the liaison/reader insert character is a caretaker/owner of the cast in their quaint little cottage in the magical forests. I think we discussed it being like an animal shelter only for dragons? Where undesired/unloved dragons are dropped off and the human looks after them? Details are still being discussed.

Hope this helps, anon! )

#1: The Christmas Tree Farm Is Closed This Year

Length: Long

Mr. Partridge has been dead for at least a decade. I don’t remember him much; I mostly remember him as a large, burly man with broad shoulders and a gruff manner. He planted a Christmas tree farm, and he ran it with the aid of his wife and four sons. The Christmas tree farm took up a few acres of land behind the Partridge homestead. Hills of festive green trees rose up behind the house, making it look like a quaint little cottage in the middle of an enchanted forest.

Mrs. Partridge is the sweetest little old lady you could ever hope to meet. She loved the Christmas tree farm as much as her husband, and she poured every ounce of herself into it right up until the end. She baked gingerbread cookies by the hundreds and kept a vat of piping hot cider on the front porch. The cookie and cider stand was manned by her grandchildren and the money it made went to the local high school.

We’ve always gotten our Christmas trees from the Partridge farm, and when I entered my freshman year of high school, Mrs. Partridge said I could make a little extra Christmas cash working with her sons and grandkids. Most of the local kids either worked or volunteered at her Christmas tree farm, and I had a lot of fun until this past Friday, when the farm was shut down.

The Christmas tree farm officially opens on Black Friday. The mall may be crowded with early-bird shoppers, but once they’ve got the hot new toy of the season, they need a Christmas tree to put it under. From sunup to sunset, Mrs. Partridge and her granddaughters churn out gingerbread men while her sons, grandsons, and everyone else helps shoppers find the perfect Christmas tree.

I know I’ve painted the Christmas tree farm as this cozy little haven, but working there has made me a little jaded. Don’t get me wrong, Mrs. Partridge is an amazing woman, and there are times when I loved my job. But, as with every job, not every day is going to be sunshine and gingerbread men. The bigger, taller boys – myself included – we’re the ones lugging the tree to the car, hoisting it onto the roof, and tying it down. It’s not unusual to head home at the end of the day with aching arms and a sore back.

I still had fun, though. After all, most of my friends worked for Mrs. Partridge, and it did give me an excuse to hang out with her granddaughter, Samantha. Samantha was in my Spanish class, and while I floundered and got verb tenses mixed up, she took to it easily and made it sound like the most beautiful language I’d ever heard. I would fantasize about having her tutor me, but never got up the nerve to ask her for help.

At least at the Christmas tree farm, I had an excuse to talk to her. She was usually helping her grandmother with the endless batch of gingerbread cookies, but she’d occasionally come out of the house, smelling like cinnamon, to help put together wreaths and garlands.

Anyway, the farm was mobbed with Black Friday shoppers looking for the perfect Christmas tree. The crowd was thick and energetic; parents carried babies bundled into snowsuits and older kids ran amok, playing hide and seek in the false forest. I caught brief glimpses of Samantha as she handed out gingerbread men and styrofoam cups of steaming cider. She was wearing a sparkly red sweater and jeans that might’ve once been dark blue; they were spattered with flour. Her black hair was tied back with a festive green ribbon, and she was beaming as she leaned down, offering fresh cookies to small children.

The Christmas tree farm closes at sunset, and the crowd had begun to wind down by threeish, seeing as the sun was due to go down at 4:15pm. I was attempting to tie a six-foot tree to a VW Beetle when I noticed the kid for the first time. I didn’t really pay any attention to him, but given what happened later, he stands out in my memory.

Cutting down the Christmas tree is always a family affair, but sometimes you can tell that the older kids don’t want to be there. This kid was maybe twelve or thirteen. He was wearing a dark gray hoodie and was thoroughly engrossed in something on his cell phone. His mother looked harried, as if she might burst into frustrated tears at any given moment. A wailing baby was strapped to her chest, and she was pushing a red-faced toddler in a cheap plastic stroller. I’m no expert on baby carriages, but I knew that this thing would be a bitch and a half to navigate through the grass and mud. The woman fumbled with the stroller, trying to shush the crying toddler. A small, yappy dog pranced energetically around her heels barking its head off.

“Dammit, Aiden, help me with the dog!” the woman’s voice was thin and hoarse. She must’ve wrangled these kids and the dog through a crowded mall before she even arrived at the Christmas tree farm. Part of me wanted to take her by the arm, lead her back to her car, and tell her to go home and get some sleep. There were more than enough trees to go around; she could come back tomorrow without the kids.

The older kid – Aiden – grabbed the dog’s leash and jerked it away from his mother without bothering to look up from his phone. The dog promptly turned to Aiden and began to bark again. Aiden trailed after his mom as she brought the wailing baby and the sobbing toddler out among the trees.

This wasn’t a really unusual sight. I’d seen disinterested kids and crying babies at the Christmas tree farm before. Sometimes, I think parents underestimate the amount of energy their kids have. Tromping around a chilly Christmas tree farm for hours might be OK for Mom and Dad, but I’ve noticed that the littler kids tend to get tuckered out quickly and get bored even faster. At some point, all the Christmas trees start to look the same, and the kid doesn’t care about whether or not it’s “shelfy” enough or how much needs to be cut off the top so it’ll fit in the living room.

The guys and I managed to finish tying the Christmas tree to the top of the VW Beetle, and I forgot all about Aiden and his beleaguered mother. We were quickly distracted by the sound of shouting.

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13x02 coda

somehow I will wash my hands of all this, gen, 495 words

Sam sees himself in Jack, and it digs up some stuff he would rather not think about. But maybe it’s time to finally forgive himself.

Jack is just a kid.

His eyes light up whenever he learns something new, and he looks up to Dean, and he’s a loud snorer and goddammit, he’s just a kid.

A kid who didn’t ask for any of this. An absent dad, powers he can’t control, the weight of the world on his shoulders – any of it.

He doesn’t want to have supernatural powers. He just drew the short end of the stick. He’s so very afraid of them, of making one wrong move and accidentally hurting the people he cares about. Not that there’s many of them left. His mom was gone, and after that his life had been one shitty draw after the other.

Sam doesn’t know whether he just described Jack or a younger version of himself. Maybe there isn’t much of a difference.

Sam’s own father had asked Dean to kill him if he lost control. And the sad thing was, at the time, Sam had thought it was the right decision. But now Sam is older. He’s grown. He’s learned. And, looking back on it, that was an absolute shitty thing for John to do. Not just to Sam, but Dean as well.

Over the years Sam has met a lot of people who made the best with what they were given. Garth and Bess settled down in a nice quaint little cottage, despite being werewolves. Then there was Dean’s friend Benny. Maybe Sam didn’t necessarily like him, but he trusted him. Enough to put his life – and his brother’s, which is sure as hell more important than Sam’s – in Benny’s hands.

Then there was Magda. A poor girl who was killed for simply having powers. Treated as a fuse that would one day go off, and not a human being with hopes and aspirations, good if given the chance.

A few years ago Sam would’ve sided with Dean, would’ve taken Jack back and shot him like a disobedient dog. Except now his viewpoint has changed. Jack isn’t – Sam’s not – a monster or a creature or a freak. He’s just a poor kid trying to do his best, to help as many people he can before his time is up. It’s not his fault. And he deserves a chance to be better. Sam can only hope that Dean will see that.

Dean says he isn’t afraid of Jack. But Sam knows that’s a lie. Years on the road with Dean has given him the ability to read Dean like a book. Sam’s just decided to give Dean space for a little, to cool off.

Now Sam, on the other hand, isn’t afraid of Jack, but for him.

He knows all too well how terrifying it is to not trust yourself. If Sam didn’t have the support of his family, of Dean and Bobby and Cas, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done. So Sam’s gonna be there for Jack.

Jack deserves to be happy. And maybe Sam does too.

Request -- Hi! Could you write a Gadreel x Reader where the reader knew his vessel and they used to date, but it was a bad relationship so the reader is hesitant to become friends with him but they eventually fall for each other? You're awesome by the way! I love your writing!!!

(I haven’t written Gadreel in a while, so here you go! I hope that you like it!)

The wooden porch beneath you made the slightest creaking noise when you shifted your weight, and you almost cringed at how it broke the spell of silence, save for the wind rustling through the trees, between you and Gadreel. The both of you still didn’t say a word, though, and the angel next to you continued to use his feet to rock the porch swing you were sitting on back and forth. You squinted against the afternoon sun as you leaned back into the cushion once again, unable to control your blush when you realized that his arm was stretched out behind you and unaware of his imperceptible smile when he saw you flush out of his peripheral vision.

You hadn’t expected to be alone with Gadreel in your life because of your past with his vessel. As soon as he had showed up wearing your ex-boyfriend’s flesh, all of the unpleasant memories from your previous relationship had flooded your mind. It had taken you at least a week before you could utter a single word to him. Now, after a few months, you were close, close enough that you could talk and laugh easily with him without a tempest of arguments with the man that he was possessing running through your head. This angel was one of the most eloquent ones you had ever spoken to in you life, even though it made you upset inside whenever you noticed that he was choosing his words very carefully, as if afraid to make even more trouble than he already had in his existence. He could put your mind at complete ease, which was what he was doing by taking you where you were now.

The two of you were somewhere in a delicate countryside, on the porch of a house that had belonged to a couple who had been possessed by angels as well. Gadreel had told you this sadly, and you knew that he wished that he and his siblings could have other options for roaming the Earth. It was a quaint little cottage, abandoned not too long ago, with sunflowers and roses still blooming in the garden, the edges of their leaves and petals only browned a tiny bit. It was the perfect place to have your mind cleared from everything hunting, but your worry was now placed on if Gadreel could hear the sound of your heart rate rising each time you thought about him.

“It is quite beautiful today,” Gadreel looked straight at you as he spoke, his green eyes sparkling in the sunshine. The wind rustled your hair as you turned your head to meet his eyes, and he had to restrain himself in reaching over and tucking the flyaway locks behind your ear before you did yourself.

You were surprised that he had been the one to speak first, and you were so taken aback by his molten gaze that you almost forgot to respond. “…Y-Yeah. It really is. Thank you so much.”

He gave you a grin, one that made your heart flutter. “It is my pleasure. Besides, it is not often that we have the ability to escape the calamity that is beginning to dominate this planet.” A sigh left his mouth as his smile faded, and you could practically feel the guilt that was suddenly starting to overwhelm him. You abruptly remembered the four words that you had heard just before falling asleep on one of the library’s tables in the bunker as he sat in front of you: It’s all my fault.

“Hey,” you told him, shaking your head. You lifted his chin up with delicate fingers so that he would look at you. His features were etched with misery. “This is the place where we’re not supposed to be upset, remember?”

Gadreel’s expression became desperate. “I know, but I just cannot…” He took in a shuddering breath. “When I am with you, Y/N, his memories overtake me when we sit in silence.”

You didn’t need him to explain, knowing right away what he meant by his memories. Playing with a loose thread on your sweater, you just shrugged, even though your heart was pounding. “Oh.”

“It pains me greatly to see the agony that he has caused you in the past,” Gadreel whispered, suddenly going rigid. Panic was clear in his eyes when you were level with his gaze again, and you instinctively put your hand on top of his in order to help him relax. It didn’t help much, but it was a relief when his tenseness disappeared even the tiniest bit. “I knew who you were the first time that I laid eyes on you, Y/N. I knew every bit of information that he did about you, how he used painstaking details against you and how the intimacy you shared wasn’t the intimacy that he craved…” He instantly stopped talking when he noticed how you were biting your lip to the point of drawing blood, and he interlaced your fingers. The action caused you to hear your heartbeat in your ears. “You must forgive me. I’m being quite insensitive, and I realize that now.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Gad,” That was the truth. Even though you hated thinking about your ex-boyfriend, it had been too long ago to avoid talking about. You chuckled, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows together in confusion. “After all, you’re saying the truth. It wasn’t only one time that I came to surprise him at the bar that he worked at and found him getting close with another. I was naive, and I remember just repeating over and over in my head that there was a god reason for whatever he did. Of course, now I know that that’s not true at all.”

The angel leaned closer towards you, and you didn’t move away; you were fixated on him. “You deserved, and still deserve, much more than he ever gave you.” He swallowed hard, his eyes becoming dark with intensity that bewildered you. “When you ran away from me the very first time that you had seen me, I felt as I though a part of me had been physically split in two. After all of the time I had spent in prison, I had been hoping for amicable interaction with humans, and for the days following our meeting I had been considering turning myself back in. But once we finally spoke, Y/N, I knew that I would not be able to leave your side if I could defy any trouble that awaited me.”

“Gadreel,” you murmured, bliss starting to radiate throughout your whole body. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever been today, and your smile was growing wider by the second. You were still fighting off believing in what you through the was talking about, so you decided to press on. “What are you saying?”

“That leaving you,” Gadreel caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling softly at your almost immediate blush in response to his touch. “would possibly be the worst thing I could ever do. When I am with you, I feel like my thoughts can be realigned into something other the anger that I hold over my own head. When you are next to me…I feel like I can redeem myself. I was previously shattered, Y/N, but I am now in a better state because you continue to put me back together.” You were holding a hand over your mouth at that point, trying your hardest to hold back your tears. He misinterpreted them, and attempted to not allow his composure to be shaken. “I know that it is odd, with me in his body, after all that you have been through. But if you will have me, I will surely be one of the most joyful beings on Earth.” Gadreel seemed to be holding his breath as you processed his words, his expression bursting into complete happiness when you started to nod quickly.

“Of course I will, of course, Gad,” you told him, your grin mirroring his. You closed the distance between you, and threw your arms around his neck. He caught you by the waist, holding you close to him and combing through your hair with his fingers. “No matter what happens with Heaven and Earth, I never want to lose you.”

Gadreel pressed his lips to your temple, making a trail of a few kisses down the side of your face before responding. “I will always be here for as long as you wish me to be.”

You meet Henry’s Parents

You meet Henry’s parents and spend the night at their house.

{ I apologize for how non descriptive I am I am still improving on my writing skills daily! Also I don’t know Henry’s family information at all so I have made it all up and unless someone messages me with it all or some of it it’s going to stay that way. J }

Jersey UK was about as foreign as it could get for you. You were unsure what the small island would be like and could only hope for the best.

Henry insisted you’d fall in love with the quaint little shops and friendly people but you were unsure. Although winter was approaching you were taking the recent drop in temperature as a bad omen.

“Now my mom doesn’t know we’re dating.” He said pulling I tot eh driveway of his childhood home.  


“I’m just kidding”

“You’re an ass you know I’m already nervous.” You got out the car and looked at the house it was a three story house that still managed to seem very much like a home. There was a wreath on the front door permanently and smoke coming from a chimney. It looked like a quaint little English cottage.

Henry brought your suitcases to the front door and rang the bell while you reluctantly shuffled to stand behind him.

The door swung open to reveal a petite woman with blond hair “Henry!“  

“Hey mom how are you?“

"Good good come in warm yourselves up. You must be the wonderful woman I’ve been hearing about.” She leaned in and gave you a hug as Henry went inside.

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Once Upon A Time (RWBY AU Snippet)

Let me tell you a story, my best beloved. It is a story about how legends are not always the way we imagine them, a story about how sometimes the heroes we find are far more interesting than the heroes we dream of. Above all, it is a story that reminds us that sometimes things just work out. 

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, a long, long time ago, there was a princess. Ah, what a beauty this princess was, with hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Alas, she had a stepmother, and that stepmother took wicked to the next level.

The wicked stepmother betrayed the beautiful princess and tried to have her murdered. A lesser princess might have run screaming to her guards for help or perhaps sought the protection of a handsome and eminently marriageable prince. Not this princess. 

No, this princess kicked her wicked stepmother’s ass and took over the kingdom because that’s what awesome princesses do. Her name, my best beloved, was Weiss although her enemies preferred to call her Weiss the Unwedded since she had sworn never to wed a man. No prince was going to run her kingdom after she’d put so much effort into taking over it.

Once upon a time – actually, at the same time – there was a girl in a red riding hood. In fact, everything this girl wore was either red or black. It meant that she never had to worry about colour coordination, and it was so much easier to simply wear red than to worry about bloodstains.

The girl in the red riding hood lived near the woods, and she loved nothing more than to frolic happily with the animals that made their home nearby. She made a living cutting wood, and she was known far and wide as Ruby the Lumberjack.

One day, a bold and evil wolf came up with a cunning plan to catch Ruby by surprise and eat her. The wolf would disguise itself as Ruby’s grandmother and lure her to a deserted cabin in the middle of the woods. Unfortunately for the wolf, its plan was less than stellar. Ruby’s grandmother had been dead for years, and the deserted cabin simply screamed ambush.

The wolf ended up making a very nice rug that Ruby kept in front of her fireplace. 

Once upon a time – again, at the same time, my best beloved – there was a bold adventurer who liked nothing more than to ride as fast as her horse could carry her, so she could feel the wind upon her face. This adventurer’s name was Yang, and she wanted to see the world and touch the stars. 

Due to a lack of technological development, touching the stars was out of her reach, but seeing the world was definitely something she could do. One day, she found herself riding through deep and dark woods, the kind of woods that shy, young maidens would have done well to avoid.

Yang was young, but she wasn’t shy. And as for being a maiden, well, my best beloved, a lady does not kiss and tell.

Growing tired, Yang rode until she came upon a quaint, little cottage that three bears had built despite their lack of carpentry tools and opposable thumbs. Being quite tired and hungry, Yang was only too happy to eat their food, sit in their chairs, and even sleep in their beds. The bears were not happy about this, and being bears, they decided that eating Yang was the only appropriately bearish thing to do. 

Yang disagreed, and, after knocking their teeth in, she went on her way. Needless to say, the bears were somewhat more hospitable when Yang got lost and ended up back at the cottage two hours later. 

Once upon a time – yes, my best beloved, at the same time – there was a young lady and a monster, a beauty and a beast. Oh, wait. That’s not right. The beauty and the beast were the same person, and she wasn’t cursed to be a hideous half-human, half-cat monstrosity. No, she was a cat Faunus with the most adorable, little cat ears. The name of this beautiful beast was Blake. 

When huntsmen came from all across the land to slay the beast and wed the beauty, Blake was less than impressed. She pummelled all of the huntsmen to make examples of them and let it be known that the first step to marrying her would be to not try to murder her. It sounds simple, my best beloved, but love can make fools of anyone, and in this case, it made fools of a lot of people. Like, a lot of people. 

Once upon a time – a little bit after all of these stories – an adventurer met a beautiful beast. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was love at first pun. The two of them rode off together until they reached the woods where the adventurer’s sister made a living as a lumberjack. Riding off again – and with the adventurer’s horse strongly considering a change in employment – they reached the kingdom of the princess who had sworn to wed no man. 

In between arguments, squabbles, and fights, the princess, the lumberjack, the adventurer, and the beast somehow became the very best of friends. The world was never the same either, especially since the princess had quite the megalomaniacal streak, the lumberjack could be bribed with cookies, and the adventurer just loved to fight. As for the beast, she found the whole thing quietly amusing – she even wrote a book about it. 

At the end of that book, Yang the Adventurer married Blake the Beautiful Beast in a quiet ceremony that was attended by their friends, family, and three familiar bears. As for Weiss the Unwedded, she married Ruby the Lumberjack. After all, Weiss had sworn to never wed a man, and Ruby was no man.

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Author’s Notes

As always, I do not own RWBY. I’m not making any money off of this either.

Because fairy tales are awesome and RWBY fairy tales are even better. Note, this is a vastly expanded and revised version of something I posted last year (this version is ~1000 words whereas the original was ~300 words).