winter meals

Samhain Witch Tips - 🎃 Pumpkins 🎃

  • Carving pumpkins is definitely not just for little kids. Carve sigils, spells, significant imagery, or anything you want into your pumpkin and fill it with your intention with each cut.
  • If you’re a closeted witch, carve your witchy stuff (sigils, spells etc) into the inside of the pumpkin, and make the outside just a fun design.
  • Anoint your tea light or votive candle with herbs and oils to match your intention for the season or year. I personally like to make a couple of these and have them lit while I carve as well as use them in the pumpkin/jack-o-lantern.
  • Before setting your candle into your pumpkin, sprinkle the insides with herbs that match your intentions and maybe some that have some anti-microbial action as well to help your pumpkin last longer before rotting. Cinnamon and cloves are great for this. The warmth from your candle will release your intentions as well as a lovely scent.
  • If you want to really absorb all the lovely goodness of the work you’ve put into carving this pumpkin, buy a pie pumpkin (sometimes called sugar pumpkin) carve it the night or day before your Samhain celebration, only use safe, culinary herbs inside and keep an unscented candle lit in it (make sure you only use either a soy or beeswax candle with a cotton, unleaded wick,) and the next day you can roast it in the oven (350*F for about an hour usually does it, or until it’s soft enough to easily sink a fork into) And then share this lovely squash with your spirit friends, witchy friends, family etc at your Samhain meal. 
  • Pumpkins and all other winter squash actually keep for a very long time if stored properly. So you can buy a bunch from a farmers market now while they’re in season. Give them a rinse in a diluted bleach and water solution to kill off any mold spores that might cause premature rotting. Then make them part of your Samhain decor to imbue them with your good intentions and then store them in a garage or somewhere else that stays between 50-60*F and you’ll have delicious, enchanted squash all season long! I’ve had some last for up to 4 months before.
  • Enjoy this lovely seasonal fruit and may it nourish you all season long 



Chicken & Shrimp Fajita Soup 

A personal favorite that I recently came up with. It’s spicy and spice-filled. It’s absolutely perfect on a cold winter day. 


1 ½ lb chicken thighs, cut into bite-sized pieces 

½ lb large shrimp, peeled, deveined, tail-off

½ large onion, finely chopped 

½ of one yellow, green, orange, and red bell pepper, cut into strips and then halved 

6 large cloves garlic, minced 

1 28oz can crushed tomatoes

1 can black beans, rinsed 

3 cups chicken broth 

2 tbsp tomato paste 

3 chipotle peppers in adobo sauce, chopped 

1-2 tbsp adobo sauce 

Seasoning blend: 1 tbsp granulated onion, 1 tbsp hot paprika, 1 tbsp ground black pepper, 1 tbsp dried cilantro, 2 tsp ancho chili power, 2 tsp smoked paprika, 2 tsp granulated onion, 2 tsp cumin, 1 tsp ground chipotle pepper

NOTE: You will not use all of the seasoning blend unless you want your soup heavily spiced. Save the remainder of the spice blend in a small glass jar or airtight container  

1 serrano pepper, chopped with seeds, optional 

Kosher salt to taste 

Olive oil 

Fresh cilantro for garnish 

Directions for Dutch Oven 

Heat a dutch oven over medium heat for 10 minutes. 

In a small bowl, toss the chicken thighs in a few tbsp of olive oil and season generously with the spice blend. Season with kosher salt to taste.

Once the dutch oven has come to temperature, add in a few tbsp of olive oil and brown the chicken on all sides for about 3 minutes. 

Once the chicken has browned, remove the chicken with a slotted spoon to a clean plate/bowl, leaving behind the juice. 

In the same juice, sweat your onions, garlic, and bell peppers until they have slightly softened. 

Once the vegetables have softened, add in the chicken, crushed tomatoes, black beans, tomato paste, and chicken broth. 

Season to taste 

Raise the heat to a simmer and cover with a lid to cook for 1.5 hours. 

After 1 hour, reduce the heat and vent the lid to allow some of the liquid to evaporate.

After 1.5 hours, season to taste and add in the chipotle peppers, adobo sauce, shrimp and cilantro.

Allow to cook with the lid vented for 5-10 minutes. 

During this time, the soup should thicken considerably but still have liquid. 

Adjust the seasoning to your preferred taste and serve. 

Directions for Crockpot 

Heat a pan over medium heat for 10 minutes.

In a small bowl, toss the chicken thighs in a few tbsp of olive oil and season generously with the spice blend. Season with kosher salt to taste.

Once the pan has come to temperature, add in a few tbsp of olive oil and brown the chicken on all sides for about 3 minutes.

Once the chicken has browned, place the chicken and its juice into the crockpot. 

Add in all ingredients except the shrimp and cilantro and cook on high for 4 hours. 

After 1.5 hours, season to taste and add in the shrimp and cilantro and cook on high for another 15-20 minutes until shrimp have cooked through. 

Adjust the seasoning to your preferred taste and serve. 



Parabola by kiatthaworn khorthawornwong

Lunch today was excellent as usual. Even though I eat similar meals every day, I never tire of them. Just imagine if you could eat your favourite foods every day. Would you get sick of them? 😜 That is how I feel. And really my lunch is different every day even though I use similar ingredients. The veggies are always fresh and locally grown so they taste slightly different day to day. Sometimes we change up the seasonings, we might add more tomato paste, or leave out onion. We switch up the starches, using different kinds of rice or potatoes. The most important thing is that these meals satisfy me completely and that I’m eating my favourite foods in abundance. Usually my meals are: oatmeal for breakfast, veggies and rice for lunch, watermelon and fruit for dinner. This is one tasty routine! 😋 That being said, my meals will gradually change as the seasons change. I expect to incorporate more citrus, potatoes and legumes as we move into winter. 👌 What’s your favourite meal routine?

For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Two

Winter was definitely in full swing in London. The cold winds cut straight through a person with no apologies. You not being a winter person at all, often wondered why you continued living in London when you would fit more appropriately in a year-round, warm-weathered climate. But you had to admit, you had fallen deeply in love with England since moving here a couple of years before. The architecture, the romance, your job, the people you worked with and had become friends with, the lifestyle. You loved being surrounded by people who were so unlike those you grew up with in the US. And if you were being honest, you kind of enjoyed being the only American among all of your friends. You liked for your friends and acquaintances to ask you what something was like for you when you were growing up, and discover the similarities and differences between the two lifestyles.

As you came off the tube and walked toward your office, you were suddenly wondering why you had chosen to wear a dress and heels. The cold wind shot straight up your skirt, making you cringe and cuss as you eventually found your way through the front door of your office building. You swore it wasn’t that cold when you left your house, that the temperature must have dropped 20 degrees since then. As the elevator door opened on your floor, you stepped out and smiled, greeting your co-workers as you passed them, exchanging pleasantries with each, then finally plopping down in your desk chair. You were grateful at that very moment for the heating vent that was directly under your desk. You kicked off your heels and placed your feet atop the vent, removing your coat but draping it around your bare legs and tucking it around, so that the heat from the vent traveled delicately up under your coat.

“Ooooh, that’s goooood,” you moaned to yourself with your eyes closed.

“Should I leave you two alone? Give you a moment?” you heard your best friend, Kari, say.

“Yes!” you teased. “How are you today?”

“Oh, can’t complain,” she replied. “Well, I could, but who the fuck really cares, right? Why in hell did you wear a dress today? Do you not watch the forecast, love?”

“No tv, remember?” you reminded her.

Kari rolled her eyes at you. “Never did understand that. What do you do in your free time if you aren’t watching the telly?”

“Not everyone likes tv watching, Kar,” you replied.

“Nonsense,” she retorted. “It’s a conspiracy to say such things. Shame on you for spreading false gossip. By the way, TJ wants your piece by the time you leave tonight. I hope you’ve got most of it done.”

You looked at her surprised. 

“What? I was supposed to have until Friday!” you complained.

“Chance of bad weather by end of week,” she explained. “He wants everything ready just in case.”

“Fine,” you spewed like a 4 year old conceding. “Go away, then. I’ll never finish it with you distracting me.”

“It’s a curse, this beauty,” she said teasingly as she left your desk and walked back to her own.

For the rest of the day you worked diligently on your article. You had never in your life missed a deadline, and you weren’t about to begin now. By mid-afternoon you had barely taken a break from your work to even use the restroom, and had munched on only an apple and some almonds at your desk as your lunch. As you worked on citing your sources and polishing what you had written, you had a cold chill that you thought must have a life of its own, as someone somewhere in the office had apparently opened a door that allowed a freezing breeze to flow through the room. You blew hot air into your cold hands and bent at the waist in your chair, trying to be as close to the heating vent at your feet as you possibly could, your forehead pressing against the edge of the desk top. As you groaned at the amazing feel of the warm heat, you heard a familiar voice.

“You alright there, love?” Harry asked, giggling. You immediately sat straight up, nearly knocking your wheeled chair backward and catching yourself before you could fall in the floor. Harry’s eyebrows lifted as he laughed from surprising you. “Sorry!”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No worries. What are you doing here, Harry?”

“I was in the neighborhood visiting with a friend and realized this is your office building,” he answered, still smiling. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in without calling you first. Hadn’t seen you in awhile and thought I’d see how you are.”

“Oh!” you smiled back at him. “I’m doing fine, thanks. How are you? Staying busy?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Staying quite busy, actually,” he answered. “Hey, what time do you get off work?”

“I just have to finish this article then I’m free,” you replied. “Maybe 10 more minutes?”

“Great! I thought since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I’d see if you could use a lift home,” he grinned. “You mentioned awhile back you haven’t a car now. Can’t imagine the walk to the station is a fun one in that wind…and in a dress.”

You must have been an idiot for wearing a dress today. 

“Yeah. Didn’t realize it was so cold out when I left, and I was running late. Here, sit in that chair and I’ll finish this, then we can go. Thanks!”

In a few more minutes, someone walked to your desk. “You never told us you know Harry Styles!” the co-worker beamed.

Another employee stepped forward to talk, too. “If I’d known you knew Harry, I’d have asked you to get me an interview a long time ago! How ‘bout it, Harry?”

“Back, you vultures!” you yelled at them. “Shoo! Shoo! He didn’t come here to get harassed by you. He gets that enough. Why do you think I never told you I know him? Now, go away, all of you!” 

You smiled as they all said something to Harry then walked away, but continued looking at him off and on. He’s used to it, but you deliberately didn’t tell people you knew him for that very reason.

After another moment, you saved and sent your completed article and slid your feet back into your heels. “Done!” you announced to him. “Sorry about earlier, Harry.”

“Not a problem, love, I assure you. I’m used to it, but thanks for that,” he smiled as he stood. He helped you put your coat on, then you popped your head into your supervisor’s office. “Goodnight.”

“I need your article before…” he started.

“Check your inbox,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow!”

You turned and smiled at Harry as he followed you out of the office. Walking outside and getting into his car, he started it and turned up the heat. “Won’t take long for the heat to kick back up,” he grinned.

You chit-chatted during the once familiar drive to your home. Your car was one that Alex had leased in his name, so you weren’t terribly surprised the day the towing company showed up and drove away with it. You realized you didn’t really miss having a car, and decided public transit would work fine for you. As Harry parked his car, you invited him for dinner.

“Harry, I seem to recall that I owe you dinner. Are you free this evening?”

“I am, actually,” he smiled. “Are you sure? Kind of last minute, if that’s a problem.”

“No problem,” you shook your head. “I put a pot of stew in the slow cooker before I left this morning. Should be ready now.”

“I would love to then!” he agreed. You both walk inside and you change out of your work clothes and into something warmer and more comfortable. As you came back downstairs, you saw Harry in the kitchen, ladling soup into two bowls and searching for the correct drawer to find spoons.”

“One more over,” you instructed him. “I hope you’re hungry. I made enough for a few meals with this cold weather.”

“Starving,” he said honestly. “Didn’t get lunch today, had a meeting. It looks and smells delicious!”

“Thanks,” you answered. “My mom used to make it every winter. Has a way of really warming your insides.”

You both sat at the table after fixing both of you a glass of wine, and enjoy the food. “It’s really good!” Harry said with a smile. “I’ve missed your cooking. Especially your grilling. Gonna have to do that again sometime. When the weather isn’t so bad, of course.”

“We absolutely will,” you replied. “So, tell me how you’ve been? Work and whatever else you’ve been doing that’s kept you so busy.”

“Loads of work,” he sighed. “Doing a lot of writing and some studio work. Spent some time in LA for awhile, tying up some loose ends and seeing friends.”

“That sounds nice,” you grinned.

“Do you ever get back to the states to see family and friends?” he asked.

“Don’t have any family anymore,” you answered. “And I’ve not seen my friends, but we video chat every now and then. Can’t really leave my job for that long, and neither can they.”

“No family?” he asked, surprised. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” you grinned again. “My parents passed several years ago. They had no siblings and neither did I.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” he said, genuinely feeling sad about it. He couldn’t imagine not having his family in his life.

“Long time ago,” you assured him. “More stew?”

“Not sure where I’d put it,” he laughed, rubbing his belly. “That was really filling!”

“My dad used to call it a “stick-to-your-ribs” meal. Filling and nourishing, get someone through a cold winter kind of meal,” you explained.

“Exactly,” he said. “Wouldn’t mind taking a bowl of it home, though, if that’s alright?” he asked, giving you a puppy dog look.

“Absolutely!” you smiled, happy he asked. “Except for the nights that Kari comes begging for something to eat, I don’t get to cook for anyone anymore. Kind of miss it sometimes.”

“Sweetheart, anytime you want someone to cook for, please call me!” 

You both laughed as you ladled soup into a container and sealed it with a lid, then put the remaining soup into a container for the fridge. You quickly washed the dishes and Harry insisted on helping. As you finished, you both dried your hands on opposite ends of a kitchen towel, smiling at each other.

“Harry, I don’t know what you need to do now, but I was thinking about watching a movie,” you announced. “Interested? I don’t have a tv, but I watch on my computer. I’m a sucker for a good romantic comedy.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised that you asked. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” you said, walking into the living room. You started a fire in the fireplace for some added warmth and ambiance, then grabbed your computer and together you choose a movie to watch, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both. Harry poured you both another glass of wine, setting the near empty bottle on the table. You both enjoyed the movie, laughing and feeling sappy. When it finished, you closed the laptop and looked at Harry. “Have another bottle of wine if you want more?”

“As much as I would love that, babe, I should be going,” he said, looking out the darkened window at the night sky. “Seems to be coming down again. Think the snow is never going to end, I swear.”

“Pretty to look at, but not so fun when you have to get out in it,” you mused.

You both stood, Harry grabbing his leftovers, as you walked with him to the front door. 

“Thank you for dinner. Always delicious,” he smiled.

“You’re welcome,” you nodded. “Thank you for the ride home, and for keeping me company on a cold wintery night.”

“Anytime,” he sayid, then leaned to you and gave you a hug for a long moment. “I love spending time with you.” He pulled back a bit, looking into your eyes. “I’d love to do it again sometime real soon.”

“I’d love that, too,” you slow-blinked at him flirtingly. 

As you both looked at each other longingly, you secretly hoped he would kiss you. Looking at your lips, then back at your eyes, he grinned slightly as he pulled away, releasing your hug. You were disappointed, but you never expected Harry Styles to be interested in you that way. He was your friend, and up until a few months ago, he was the best friend of your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t think they were friends anymore after what happened, but you honestly had no way of knowing. You had cut off all ties to Alex after you kicked him out, only seeing him once since then when he came to pick up the rest of his things.

“Stay warm, love,” Harry smiled, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, then kissing you quickly on your cheek.

“You too, Harry,” you answered. “Let me know next time you need to be cooked for.”

“I will, I promise,” he said, then opened the door and quickly walked out to his car and jumped inside. He waved to you through the front glass as the wipers brushed off the fresh layer of snow, then backed out and drove away. You closed the door, thinking about the evening. If all Harry wanted was to be your friend, you would accept that. You liked being friends with him. You may have to learn how to squash down the butterflies that seem to flutter inside of you when he looks at you a certain way, or when he laughs at something you say, but you wouldn’t pursue more if you thought he didn’t want it, too. Or at least you would try.


Finally a bit of a break in the cold weather! You were only half-way through winter, so a nice warm interruption was just what you needed. You loved when you had a beautiful spring-like day when technically it should be blustery and…well, winter.

It was the weekend and you had already decided to be productive over your warm weekend by painting the spare room of your home that had needed a new, fresh look since you bought the house two years before. You could never get Alex to do it, even when he would say, “No, don’t do it. I’ll get to it eventually!” So today you were taking matters into your own hands.

As you prepared the room by taping the windows and trim, making sure you had all the supplies you needed, you realized you forgot the ladder in the garage. One of the purchases that Alex absolutely had to have for all the things he wanted to do to your house. You walked into the garage and saw it still hanging on the hooks on the wall, where it had been since the day he bought it. You shook your head and chuckled slightly, then started to grab it from the wall when you heard your doorbell. Leaving it, you jogged back through the door and into the house, quickly opening the front door.

“Hey!” Harry said, cheerfully. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?

“It is!” you smiled at how happy he was. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m doing great. How are you?” he asked, as he kissed your cheek, his hand on your waist.

“Doing fine, thanks,” you answered. “Want to come in?”

“Thanks!” he replied, closing the door behind him. “You busy?” he asked as he noticed the rag on your shoulder and your hair pulled up into a messy bun, old comfy clothes adorning your body.

“Um, sort of…” you said, biting your bottom lip. “I’m painting my spare room today. Taking advantage of the beautiful day so I can open the windows.”

“Really?” he raised his brow. “Care for some help?”

“You want to spend this beautiful, sunny, non-snowy, non-cold day, inside my spare room doing manual labor?” you asked teasingly.

“I do!” he laughed. “Got nothing better to do. And I’m already here, aren’t I?”

“Well, as long as you don’t mind, I welcome the help,” you thanked him. “Come on.”

He followed you to the garage and grabbed the ladder off the wall, carrying it up the steps for you. It was a bit comical watching Harry try to not bust holes in the walls along the way as he bumped this one then that one. You gasped and put your hands over your mouth a couple of times, trying to help guide him, until finally he made it through the door of the spare room.

“Success!” he laughed, setting the ladder up in the middle of the room. “Was easy,” he jested, as he saw the look on your face and you chuckled.

“Ooook!” you giggled, changing the subject as he laughed. “So, this is the wall color, and this is the trim color.”

“Like that!” he nodded. “Will look good in here, too. What is this room going to be?”

“I’m going to set up my music stuff over here on this side, and my workout stuff on this side,” you explained. “It’s been too cold to go all the way in to my gym, or to go for a run, so I’m going to make it so I can have a good workout here.”

“And what music things do you have?” he asked curiously.

“My keyboard and guitar stand, my turntable and vinyls, and….” you thought, trying to remember, “Oh, and since it’s a large room, I want to put maybe a little sofa or something in here for when I’m reading or writing. Bit of a hobby room, I guess.”

He looked at you curiously. “A side of you I did not know. How does that happen?”

“Don’t know,” you shook your head. “Embrace the mystery. I guess most of the time when we were around each other, you were probably hanging around Alex and the boys more than around us girls.” You shook the paint cans well and opened them, pouring paint into a tray for the rolling, and into a smaller container for painting around the trim. “Roll, or cut-in around the trim?” you asked him.

He was still looking at you, not realizing he didn’t even know you were musically-inclined. He finally snapped out of it…“What?”

“Do you want to roll onto the walls? Or would you rather do the cutting-in around the edges?” you asked.

“Oh,” he said, “Um, I’ll roll.” He grabbed the roller pole and covered it well with color, then started painting the walls while you started the rest. As you both painted, music played from another room and you both sang along as you worked.

“So, love,” he said, “I don’t mean to bring up a sore subject, but have you seen Alex since you broke up with him?”

“Um,” you dipped your brush into your cup of paint, “Yeah.”

“Really?” he said, surprised. You were so angry with Alex that night. Harry still remembered the punches you landed on your ex, and smirked thinking about them.

“Yeah, only once,” you replied. “I texted him to come get the rest of his things, a couple of weeks later.”

“How’d that go?” he asked as he painted.

“How do you think it went?” you said, exchanging glances, Harry understanding. “I had all of his things setting out in front of the garage doors, so he was none too happy about that. I didn’t want to see him or talk to him, but he used his key to get into the house. I hadn’t thought about changing the locks yet, so it freaked me out a bit when he unlocked the door and came in before I could put the latch on the door.”

“Did he?” he looked at you, concerned. “He didn’t, like, cause any trouble, did he?”

You sighed a deep sigh. “Not really.”

“Not really?” he asked, stopping what he was doing and looking at you. You looked at him and frowned a bit.

“He begged me to take him back,” you admitted. “Tried to…cozy up to me.”

“Tried to seduce you,” he stated, more to the point.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I guess so. But, that wasn’t going to happen, and I let him know that in so many words, pissed him off once again, and he stomped around the house, looking to see what I had no doubt kept of his that I apparently wanted.” You rolled your eyes. “Like I need or want his crap. Yeah, I really want your porn magazine collection, you big perv.” Harry giggled, but didn’t like you having to deal with Alex. “When he couldn’t find anything of his in the house, I waited until he was outside the door, then slammed the door in his face when he turned to talk to me, and I locked all the locks and put the latch on. When he started beating on the door, I threatened to call the police if he didn’t take his things and go.”

“What an ass,” Harry said. “He used to be a fun guy, but he’s changed a lot, I think.” 

“You’ve not seen him or talked to him then?” you asked him.

“No, and I’m glad,” he admitted. “He texted me later that night, and for a couple of days after, wanting to try and talk and still be friends or whatever, but I didn’t answer and haven’t heard from him since.”

“Like Kari said, good riddance,” you exhaled, without looking at him, as you continued to paint.

You both painted for hours until finally, the room was completely finished, and you were both tired and paint-splattered. You finished what you were doing and turned and saw Harry lying in the middle of the floor on his back, his hands on his ribs with his eye closed.

“Good God, I’ve killed Harry Styles,” you teased, as he laughed and opened his eyes. You walked to where he was and laid down next to him. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” You looked around the room, as Harry glanced, observing the work the two of you had done.

“Yeah, it really does,” he agreed. “We do good work!” 

He lifted his arm for a high-five, which you returned, and he moaned from how sore his arms were from painting. You giggled as he smiled and looked at you, thinking you looked beautiful, even with paint on your face and in your hair. As he noticed a spot of paint on your nose, he used his finger to wipe it away, not realizing he had even more paint on his finger, which smudged down your nose. Your eyes became huge as you looked at him, he drawing his lips into his mouth and shooting his eyebrows high, then giggling. You chuckled in response, slyly dipping your finger into your paint cup which was setting near you, and traced your finger right down his cheek.

“No, you didn’t,” he said as you giggled. “I can’t believe…” he said, as he leaned up on his elbow, crossing his arm across your stomach and quickly dipping his finger into your paint cup, then doing the same to you along your cheek and jaw. You both laughed as you lay under him, Harry looking at you with a smile. Your eyes, your lips, then slowly lowering himself to your mouth, taking your lips to his own. He kissed you softly, tasting yours in return, then pulled back and looked at you again, making sure you were okay with him kissing you. You lifted the corners of your mouth slightly, enough for him to know you were definitely alright with his risk-taking. He leaned to you once again, kissing you deeply, his hand on your ribs, then your waist, pressing his body against yours. You felt his hand caress you as you tasted each other, your tongue exploring his as your kiss lingered for a long moment. Harry leaned away and looked at you, smiling.

“Wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said shyly, rubbing his hand along your hip, resting it on your waist.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked him, thinking his ‘long time’ meant hours, days, maybe.

“You had a boyfriend,” he stated, matter-of-factly. Harry leaned to you once again as you wrapped your arm up around his shoulder and pulled your body into his. You kissed for another moment until you heard the doorbell downstairs. Looking at each other, his lips still ghosted over yours seductively. “Maybe they’ll go away, love,” he smiled before kissing you again, but you heard the doorbell again and Harry groaned lightly.

“I’ll go see who it is. Hold that thought,” you sighed then moved from underneath him as he laid back on the floor once again, smiling to himself, pleased that he had finally kissed you. You walked downstairs, smiling, and peeked through the little peephole of the door, and saw Kari’s eye on the other side, looking into the hole. “Geez!” you gasped, not expecting to see an eye up close. You opened the door and Kari walked in.

“Feed me!” she begged. “Please! I’m starving, babe!” She noticed the paint on your face and clothes and stood back. “Oh, is this a new look?”

“Yeah, it’s known as Monet grunge. Is it me?” you said as you posed.

Kari kissed her cheek. “Sweetheart, you are always beautiful, even with paint face.”

“That’s the truth,” they heard Harry say as he descended the staircase, walking toward them.

“Oh! I’ve interrupted some weird sex thing, haven’t I?!” Your friend finally realized the depth of what she just teased. “Have I?!” she said excitedly.

Harry giggled, as you explained. “Harry helped me paint the spare room today. We just finished a few minutes ago.”

“Oh,” she said, a frowning look of disappointment on her face. “Just actual painting, eh? Alright, then. Now, can you feed me, please? I’ve been drinking and need nourishment,” she begged again.

“No,” you refused, “but I will order some food for delivery. Harry, you in for some food?”

“Sounds good,” he smiled.

The three of you enjoyed some take-away and talked for awhile, until you saw Kari had fallen asleep, in one of the big, comfy chairs in your living room. You looked at her and sighed, then looked at Harry as he grinned at you. You stood and covered her with a blanket, then sat back down again on the sofa, Harry pulling you more closely to him.

“You’re a good friend to her,” he said, thinking your friendship with your best friend was cute.

“She’s a good friend,” you smiled. “Good for my ego, too!” you laughed and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, think she has a bit of a crush on you,” he said, smiling. “But who wouldn’t have?”

You smiled at his comment, then looked at your friend again. “In the couple of years I’ve lived here, she and I have been through a lot together. I met her the first day I landed in England, at the airport. She had just flown in from a trip somewhere, and Alex was late picking me up, so I sat for a long time waiting on him, and she sat down next to me and kept me company.”

“Just like that?,” he smiled.

“She’s a bit forward, if you’ve not noticed,” you both laughed. “When Alex didn’t show up after 40 minutes, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the door, saying I could stay with her until my ‘sod of a boyfriend’, as she called him, got off his ‘bloomin’ arse’ and decided to come get me. She and I just hit it off and have been best friends ever since.”

“It’s good to have one person you can always depend on,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “She does lack a good sense of timing though, doesn’t she?” he laughed.

“That she does,” you agreed. “Who is that person for you, Harry? That person you can always depend on.”

“I’d say, choosing only one, my mum,” he said, grinning. “I think it’s important to be close with your family.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “I miss that sometimes.” 

He held your hand sweetly, realizing you didn’t have that with family anymore, and how that must feel.

“I hope you know, you can always depend on me,” he said, lovingly, caressing your jaw with his hand. “I’d like for us to spend more time together, if you want that, too, that is.” 

“I do want that, too,” you said, softly. He gently pulled your jaw closer and kissed you sweetly, then more deeply as you let him pull you into him. You felt the rising heat of the kiss inside of you, before pulling away, as you heard Kari moan and giggle in her sleep, and you both looked at her. Harry chuckled and kissed the side of your head, hugging you, then standing.

“I’m going to go, sweetheart. Someone worked me to death today. Afraid I’m going to be feeling that for the next day or so,” he laughed quietly.

You stood and walked with him to the door, liking the feel of Harry holding your hand. 

“Thank you for helping me paint, today,” you told him. “Would have taken me much longer without your help.”

“I didn’t mind at all,” he said. “It was fun. I always enjoy spending time with you.”

You smiled at each other, as Harry leaned in to you and kissed you sweetly, loving the taste of your lips, pulling you into another deep kiss. You felt his hands move to your waist as he pulled your body closely to his once again. Your hand found his jaw as you returned his kisses, both nearly breathless.

“I also enjoy kissing you,” he grinned.

“Can’t explain how much I enjoy it, too,” you agreed.

He kissed you again, then opened the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered. He leaned to you once again, leaving brazen, little kisses on your lips, then walked away. He turned, both of you waving as you watched him leave. Walking back inside, you heard Kari snoring in her chair and left a light on dim so she could see if she woke, then went upstairs, showered, and went to bed.


Over the course of the next couple of weeks, you spent time with Harry as you both could, but he soon found he had to travel back to LA for some work needing done. One night while he was there, he video called you.

“Harry?” you asked sleepily, looking at the screen then turning on your light, as it was the middle of the night in London. You had assumed it was Kari, needing you to come pick her up somewhere, either lost or too drunk to find her way back home.

“Hello, love!” you heard Harry’s voice and saw him in the sunshine on the screen. “Shit, I woke you, didn’t I? Forgot about the time difference for a second, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “How is LA?”

“Warmer than London, I’m guessing,” he chuckled, knowing the weather had turned bitter again in England. “Beautiful here today. I wish you were here, you would love it. Ever been to LA?”

“Um,” you think, still a bit bleary-headed but waking. “Yeah, once when I was a kid, but I don’t really remember it very well. I was young.”

“I’d love to bring you here someday,” he replied. “Could show you around a bit.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I was just thinking about you and wanted to see your face,” he explained with a grin.

“I’m glad you did,” you promised. “Always love to talk to you.” Harry smiled from you saying it, liking to hear it. He hoped you liked him as much as he did you. “When are you back, Harry?”

“Saturday,” he answered. “My flight lands Saturday morning. Are you home then?”

“Actually, I have to work this weekend,” you said sadly. “My supervisor has required everyone to work this weekend due to the big snowstorm we’re expecting next week. It’s due-in next Thursday I think, and we have deadlines for printing.”

“That sucks having to work the weekend, though,” he said, disappointed.

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, “but it’s going to be good money. Double-and-a-half pay will help if we lose time from the snowstorm.”

“Still, you should get time off. That’s at least 10 days of work in a row,” he said.

“It’ll even out,” you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, is it will suck not getting to spend time with you this weekend, because you’ll be working,” he said, smiling, his dimples shining. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you. I’ve missed you,” he said with a shy grin.

“I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, too,” you replied, disappointed. “Guess we both have our own work obligations. Mine making me work the weekend, yours making you work in LA.”

Harry sighed. “Too true, love. Alright, going to let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not,” you smiled and watched him smile. “Anytime, please.”

“I’ll remind you of that next time I call and it’s 3 in the morning,” he smiled. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you answered, then disconnected the call. You laid in bed, smiling and thinking about Harry until you fell asleep once again.


You worked long hours the rest of the week, and by Saturday evening, you looked at your vibrating phone which showed an incoming call from Harry. You smiled, happy for the respite from your work.

“Hey! Make it back okay?”

“I did,” he said, happily. “How are you?”

“Working my life away,” you sort of joked. “Late night at the office.”

“You’re at work?” he asked, shocked. “Sweetheart, it’s after 10 at night!”

“Yes,” you said, resigned. “One of my co-workers refused to work the weekend and was abruptly fired, so guess who had to take over her column?”

“You’re doing your job and someone else’s? That doesn’t seem rightly fair,” he commented.

“I’m getting a nice bonus because of it, so I’m not complaining,” you yawned.

“Love, I don’t like that you’ll be leaving so late,” he told you. “It’ll take me a bit to get there, but let me come pick you up and get you home.”

“Harry, thank you, but it’s okay,” you assured him. “I’m staying at Kari’s tonight. She’s working, too, so we’ll just crash at her place. It’s not far from here, so it’ll be easier coming back tomorrow morning.”

“I really don’t mind,” he said, but you stopped him.

“I appreciate it, but it’s late and I know you’re tired from traveling. I don’t want you to get out and drive all the way here, then all the way to my house and back home again. It’s really okay, and thank you for offering”.

He sighed heavily. “Alright. As much as I would love to see you, you’re right, I’m exhausted. Are you at least able to leave to go to Kari’s soon?”

“Yes,” you answered with a tired voice. “I’m almost finished for tonight and she’s getting her things together now. Probably won’t even stop for food. I’m ready for my head to hit a pillow.”

“I can imagine so, babe,” he said, hearing how tired you are. “Get some sleep, and hopefully I can see you over the next couple of days. Let me know when you have time, okay?”

“I will,” you agreed. “Working 15 hour days every day is wearing me down. I don’t know how you do that so often in your job.”

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t know either,” he chuckled. “Get sleep soon, love.”

You and Harry didn’t get much chance to spend time together again over the next few days, with your long work hours and his schedule. You stayed at Kari’s, collapsing to sleep every night, and Harry worked long hours at the studio, both of you with deadlines, so your time together was spent only in a couple of short phone conversations.

By Wednesday you were pressed for time, trying to finish your work. The weather forecasters were saying the storm was moving in a bit sooner than they had initially predicted, possibly even that evening rather than the next day. And as much as you loved Kari, you had been living with her for nearly a week and you were just ready to be in your home again. You finally finished all of your work, submitted it to your supervisor, and put on your coat to go outside into the blustery wind and cold. You were prepared this time, knowing the weather was getting bad, dressing appropriately in warmer clothes, snow boots and thick socks, and a heavy coat, with hat, scarf, and gloves. It was quite a walk from work to the nearest tube station, then another long walk from the station near your home to your front stoop. Standing on the warmer side of the glass doors, you stared out at the hard-blowing snow. It was wet snow, too, so you knew the roads, if not already, were going to be a mess soon. You wrapped your scarf tightly around your face and neck, pulling down your hat well over your ears, and tucking the ends of your gloves into your coat sleeves, trying to prevent any cold air from slipping inside. You opened the doors and were nearly knocked off your feet by the strong winter winds, but found your balance and started the long walk to the tube station, hoping they had not started shutting them down due to the weather conditions. It took much longer than usual, as you fought the winds, sometimes nearly being blown over by them. Finally after what felt like years, you stepped onto the platform and saw you had a moment to sit and rest. It was exhausting and, even with the layers, you were freezing. As you sat waiting, you felt your phone vibrating inside your bra and pulled it out with numb fingers. You saw Harry’s name at the top of your screen and started to answer, but then saw the train pull up and stop, so you tucked it back inside your bra and stepped onto the crowded train car. You would call him as soon as you got home, he would understand. After the long trip to your home station, the train finally came to a stop. You made sure you were once again covered well before stepping back out into the frigid, strong winds.

Harry had tried calling your phone several times but got no answer, and you didn’t reply to his texts. He knew the storm had come in earlier than you had expected it to, and was worried about you getting home safely. He even called your office to see if you were still there, but was told you had left long ago. When he still had not reached you and was at his brink of worry and losing patience, he put on his warmest clothes and coat and got into his vehicle, flipping it into 4-wheel drive to combat the storm-ridden roads, then set off to try and find you. Slowly and steadily driving to where your tube station was, occasionally trying your phone again with no answers, Harry traced the roads back to your house, knowing the way you most likely walked. It was dark, wet, terribly windy, and miserable out. He looked up and down the streets and sidewalks, hoping to see you somewhere.

“Come on, love, where are you?” he said to himself. Some of the roads were bad enough that they were already closing them due to high snow drifts and ice, and Harry had a bit of trouble a couple of times getting through. When he was within just a few blocks of your house, his eyes roamed up and down the streets and sidewalks, until he saw the figure of a person walking slowly, trying to get through the snow and ice, then stopping as if needing to rest. Harry got closer, trying to see if it was you, or someone needing help, always willing to help when he could. Seeing the person take another step, Harry saw them fall on their hands and knees into the icy snow, staying in that position for a moment before trying to get up again. Harry pulled his car closer, then quickly stepped out, walking to the person. He pulled the hood of his hoodie and coat over his woolen, cap-covered head, and bent to help them up. He felt panic and relief all at the same time as he realized the person was you.

“It’s me, babe,” Harry hollered against the strong winds. “Come on!” Harry helped you up, but you had trouble walking, your legs and feet frozen and barely able to move anymore. “The car’s just here!” He gripped his arms around your waist and practically lifted you off the ground, moving you to the passenger side of the car, helping you inside, then closing the door. Running back to his side, he climbed in and slammed the door closed, looking at you with worry. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, but you were too frozen to speak, and past the point of exhaustion, closing your eyes and leaning against the head rest of the leather seat. He made sure the heat was on full blast then as quickly as the weather would allow, he drove to your home and into the driveway. Coming around to your side of the car, he helped you to the front door, where he found your keys in your pocket and unlocked the door, getting you both inside the house before closing the door behind you. You were both breathing heavily, and he noticed the ice hanging on your hat and scarf, and on the wisps of hair that had come out from under your winter cap. 

“Babe, are you okay?” he asked, as he helped get your wet outer clothes off of you. You didn’t answer, not really hearing him, just looking at him through exhausted eyes, like you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not. He pulled off your scarf and hat and removed his own, then rubbed the skin on your face. “Come on, love.”

He helped you into the living room and started a fire in the fireplace. He saw you were just standing…not moving, not talking. Grabbing the floor pillows and warm blankets, he pulled your coat the rest of the way off of you. “Sit here in front of the fireplace,” he said as he helped you down to the floor, knowing your limbs were probably freezing and painful to move. He wrapped a blanket around you, removing his coat and sitting closely to you, his legs around you and wrapping his arms around you, covering your legs with another blanket. “Better?” he asked as he felt you shaking. He saw you nod your head and rubbed your arms and legs, trying to improve the circulation you’d lost from the freezing temperatures. He kissed the side of your face, feeling it’s still freezing. After a bit, he thought you felt a bit less rigid and more relaxed. “How are you doing, love?”

“So tired,” you said, nearly at a whisper.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he replied. “Crazy girl, trying to walk all that long way in this weather. I’m just glad I found you.”

“Couldn’t get…my legs…to work anymore,” you said quietly and shakily.

“It’s okay,” he comforted you. “Gonna get you all warmed up now. I’m just going to go fix us both a hot drink. You stay here in front of the fire, alright?” You nodded as he kissed the side of your head, then stood and walked to the kitchen to make the drinks. In a few minutes, Harry walked back into the living room, just as the electricity went out. He stopped for a second, thankful for the light of the fireplace. He looked and saw you lying down on one of the large pillows in front of the fire. Setting the mugs on the hearth, he sat next to you. 

“Come on, love,” he said, taking your hand. “Made us some hot toddy’s. That should help warm you up inside and out.” You sat up and took the mug from him, your hands still shaking but not as badly. “Power’s out now. Good thing for the fireplace, yeah?”

You nodded, taking another drink. “It’s good, thanks,” you said, holding the cup out a bit, then taking another sip.

“Not everyone’s liking, but when you’re cold, it hits the spot,” he replied with a grin, sipping his own.

You took another sip then sat the mug back on the hearth, pulling the blanket back up to your chin, then hiding your face in its warmth for a moment.

“Feeling better?” he asked, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, much,” you answered, looking at him. “Thank you for coming looking for me.” He grinned at you. “Why did you?”

“Couldn’t find you,” he said, moving hair from your face. “I knew you left work. I called and they said. You weren’t answering your phone. The worry just kept building. I wanted to make sure you got home safely, that you were okay.”

He grinned at you again as you looked at him. You weren’t used to people being that way with you. You’d always been the one who took care of everyone else. Harry had always been sweet to you, and you knew he cared for you, but to risk going out in a winter storm to make sure you were safe…even Alex wouldn’t have done that. You leaned to him and kissed him sweetly on his lips, feeling him pull you slightly closer to him. You pulled back a bit, then he saw you shake again, seeing the exhaustion still in your eyes.

“How about we lay here and rest for a bit, hm? No power for awhile, I’m guessing,” he told you, then adjusted the large floor pillows so you both could rest comfortably in front of the fire. “Gonna have to share those blankets though,” he giggled as you smiled, then lay on the pillow, facing the fire. Harry laid down behind you, covering you both well with the blankets, then wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the side of your face, then your neck and shoulder. “Rest, babe.”


You had no idea how long the two of you laid in front of the fire sleeping, but it was still dark when you woke, hearing Harry snoring lightly in your ear. Somehow you had managed to turn around, facing him. Holding your hand in one of his, he had his other arm under your pillow. You laid beside him, watching him sleep, and thinking. Harry must really like you to have done what he did. At first you felt he maybe had just felt sorry for you after Alex hurt you, and just wanted to be a friend to you. Then over time, you questioned in your mind your level of friendship, or if he wanted more. But his kiss. You’d always heard that you can tell a lot about a person by the kiss you share. You didn’t know what that meant for the longest time, but maybe you were beginning to understand better. You never really felt much of anything when Alex kissed you, besides a kiss. But Harry…that was a different story all together. When Harry kissed you, you felt it from your reeling head to your curled toes. He made you feel like all he wanted was to taste your essence. Like you were the most delicate dessert that he could never get enough of.

You lay, watching his lips. The perfect shade of pink, you thought. And so soft and gentle. You watched them as he slept next to you, feeling the burning desire inside of you to feel his kiss again. You didn’t want to wake him, but God, you loved his kisses. You gently snuggled closer to him and lightly kissed his lips, then pulled back and watched him continue to sleep. You leaned to him again, placing your tender kiss on his lips, lingering a moment longer, then feeling his own kiss you back as his hand squeezed yours lightly. You pulled away again and looked at his face, as he opened his eyes, gazing at you. You saw the firelight in his eyes as he watched you. You swore when he looked at you, he must be able to see straight into your deepest thoughts and feelings. You studied each other, saying nothing, as you leaned toward him and kissed him once more, your lips melting into each others naturally. His hand released yours as it traveled to your waist, your back, drawing you closer to him, as his breath seemed to catch in his throat for a short moment. You felt his leg wrap around yours as he kissed you almost desperately. Slowly moving your mouth from his, to his jaw, you peppered kisses and nibbles along the precision line and down his neck. You heard a light moan from his throat as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, kneading your ass, your thigh, pulling your body as firmly against his as he could with clothes on. Your mouth trailed to his Adam’s apple and kissed it, then lowered inside of his shirt, kissing his tatted chest.

Harry moved his face to yours, kissing you deeply, then traced his lips down your neck, leaving little bites along the way, loving how you whimpered slightly from them. You felt his hand moving inside your shirt, over your ribs, then smoothing his hand lightly over your bra-covered breast. He lifted the fabric of your shirt, kissing the silky top of your breast over the lace trim of your bra, slowly inching the lace down, revealing your nipple. Breathing you into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, teasing it into a hard nub. He tasted you before turning you enough to treat the other the same. You watched him as he looked at your breasts, full as they were, fitting perfectly in his large hands as he massaged them, suckling them with his mouth until he was satisfied with how erect and saliva-soaked your nipples have become. He traced his mouth back to yours and kissed you passionately, his breathing increasing as his hands found your waist. Nipping at your lips, he felt your hand move to the large log growing rapidly in his jeans. He moaned at your touch, kissing you even more intensely. He lifted you enough to pull your shirt over your head and unclasped the hooks of your bra, as you made haste of unbuttoning and removing his shirt. His eyes trailed to his jeans, seeing your hand freeing him of them. Harry impatiently slid his jeans down and off, his socks being lost in the denim heap at his feet, then turned back to you. You gasped slightly as you saw his tattoos, prominent against the fire light. Those tattoos do something to you, and it had been ages since you’d seen them. You leaned to him, planting kisses on some of them, darting your tongue over one of his nipples, then nuzzling your face into his soft curls as you felt him unfastening your jeans, while sucking and pulling on your breasts once again.

“Lie back, baby,” he whispered. You did as he said, as he pulled your jeans down your body, still slightly damp from the snow earlier in the evening. He looked at you, lying on the floor in front of him, naked except for your lacy pink panties. His eyes roamed up and down your body slowly, as if he was trying to memorize every measure of you, making you squirm slightly but turned on all the same. He slowly moved over you, like a panther about to devour his prey, and said with wild eyes, “So beautiful.”

You reached your hands to touch his tattoos, then his ribs, as he leaned down and kissed you once again. That kiss. It did things to you that you couldn’t exactly explain. Harry pressed his chest against yours, as his mouth kissed from your lips to the crook of your neck, traveling down until reaching your collarbone, where he once again nibbled and bit at you, sometimes to the point of slight pain, but it was a good pain that you didn’t want to stop. He slowly kissed his way down your body before parting your legs and settling himself between them. He massaged your hips as he kissed across your tummy and groin, then lower further, leaving wet kisses on the insides of your thighs, causing you to barely breathe. He nuzzled his nose into the fabric of your panties from between your legs, up to your most sensitive spot, then kissed it, pulling at your clit through the fabric. Your breasts move rhythmically with your increased breathing, as Harry continued to tease your clit over your panties, until they became soaked from your own wetness. Harry noticed the saturated fabric and moaned, kissing the damp softness of your panties. He looked at you again as your eyes meet, then looked again between your legs, pulling the panties from your body and tossing them on the floor next to you. He placed light, sucking kisses above your clit, enjoying your soft, shaven mound, then nudging your clit lightly with the tip of his nose as you caught your breath. He spread your thighs further apart, holding them down and out of his way, before planting kisses on your lips, parting them with one finger, that then gently slid inside of you. He heard your breathing change slightly, as he nibbled on your inner thighs, kissing each sting to soothe it away. Harry sucked in his breath as he slid two fingers along your slick folds, lightly coating your clit with your wetness, then pushed them inside of you again, his tongue teasing your clit gently.

There was something about the fact that neither of you were saying anything. Normally you loved good dirty talk. Turned you on like nobody’s business. You were a firm believer that a really good kiss, or amazing filthy talk, were some of the best foreplay there was. But the fact that it was completely quiet except for the crackling fire, the spitting ice and snow against the house, and Harry’s mouth tasting your body, somehow made it very intimate. Like he was taking his time, learning what you liked, wanting to pleasure you beyond your expectations, better than you had ever experienced.

You gasped loudly, suddenly shocked out of your thoughts, as you felt Harry’s hot, wet tongue plunge deeply inside of you. He pressed his face firmly between your legs, as you felt his moan vibrating against your most sensitive parts. He swiped his tongue from your lips up to your clit, not once, not twice, but three times, each time a bit more slowly and intentionally, and you moaned loudly from the intense pleasure of it. You’d never been quiet in sex, and Harry was learning that quickly, but it told him he was making you feel exactly as he wanted you to, exactly what you needed to feel. He looked up at you as he suctioned his lips around your clit, teasing it with his tongue, his fingers finding their way inside of you again, curling up and pulling back to him slowly, over and over again, against the spot he knew would do you in. Moaning his name loudly, your hand moved to his curls, pulling his face against you, slowly bucking up against each stroke of his fingers inside you, causing him to moan but not let go of your slippery nub. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so much during sex. You looked at him again, seeing only his curls between your legs as he worked eagerly to make sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. He kissed your clit, looking at your face as he felt you squeezing his fingers. His tongue traced lightly over you as he continued working you inside. He swallowed hard, pressing his nose against your tiny button, licking you from his hand to your sensitive nerves over and over. Feeling you clamp tightly around his fingers, Harry watched your face as you began to tremor in orgasm. You moaned his name loudly as your body trembled and quaked with overwhelming release. You heard him moan more aggressively as his lips and mouth smacked and drank your juices, cleaning you thoroughly with his strong tongue. Your hands grabbed the blanket under you, balling it in your fists as you slowly learned how to breathe again, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Harry’s fingers move from inside you and rub you gently along your slit, soothing you, then crawling up your body. You saw the glistening remnants of you on his chin and cheeks and now brightly red and swollen lips, shining from the fire’s glow against his face. He smeared his hand lightly over his face, then kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his mouth. He pulled back again as you still saw the wild look in his eyes.

“Again, love?” he asked.


Thank you for reading Chapter Two of For The Love Of Harry. I hope you liked it, and I welcome your feedback, asks, and comments. Thank you for the good response to Chapter One. I will begin working on Chapter Three this week, and I’m curious to read your reaction to Chapter Two. How you respond to my writings will determine if I continue writing stories to post, so please, if you like it, let me know! Also I will be starting my Music Series, a collection of Harry short stories and one shots, based on songs and lyrics, as well as creating a Masterlist if it seems people are enjoying my writings. Please keep in mind I’m used to writing in screenplay format, so adapting my stories for posting is new to me, and I apologize for any mistakes. And I still deal with my smut-demons, so Harry, if you read any of this and are offended, please feel free to let me know and it is history! :) Thanks for reading!

Sidlink headcannons, rapid fire round.

A bunch of small quick headcannons.

Link eats a lot, and I mean a lot, and gets really grump over Sidon not leaving him enough for seconds… or thirds.

Sidon purrs when cuddling.

Whenever Link can’t get Sidon’s attention from a grunt or noise he gives his head tail a little tug, like a child pulling their parent’s pant leg.

They sometimes go hunting together, Link uses a bow and Sidon is more like a bloodhound, sniffing out prey. He doesn’t have much advantage hunting on land and his large size and vivid color would make it hard to get close to animals without startling them.

They have little petty contests, like most boys do. Usually based around physical endurance and strength.

Sidon tries to flirt, but it just ends up adorably awkward.

Link collects Sidon’s lost teeth to make charms out of and sell, neither of them has a use for the teeth so they might as well do something with them.

Sidon likes nuzzling link’s hair, commenting things like “so soft~”

Sidon, being a zora, usually only ate fish, but Link keeps introducing him to new and better foods, when away from link he feels almost spoiled by link’s cooking when comparing it to his usual meals.

Winter is a hard season for Sidon to get to Hateno because the lakes and rivers start to freeze over, so link usually stays for longer visits in zora’s domain during the season.

Sidon wants a pet cat, after never really seeing zoras have pets and one of the Hateno villager’s cats got out he was memorized by the concept of having one. He begs link for one like a little kid, link thinks its a bad idea.

Raven Rock baked ash yams

Ash yams are the staple food of Raven Rock, and the locals have gotten creative over the years with how to use this hardy and simple vegetable. These baked ash yams are served under a blanket of delicious white meat ragout, preserving the heat for cold winter meals. When shopping for yams, be sure not to confuse them with sweet potatoes. Yams can be either orange or purple, but both taste great!

You will need:
4 medium sized yams, washed and scrubbed
Olive oil
Garlic salt
½ brown onion, diced
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
¼ cup butter
2 chicken breasts, cubed
2 cups chicken broth
1 cup heavy cream
1 cup white wine
1 tbsp mixed herbs
Salt and pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 220C/425F and line a baking tray with foil.

Baste the yams liberally with olive oil and sprinkle with garlic salt. Bake for 45 minutes and prepare the ragout in the meantime.

In a pan, brown the onions and garlic in the butter. Add the chicken breasts and continue cooking until golden brown and cooked all the way through. Remove from heat.

In a pot, combine the chicken broth, cream, and wine. Cook on medium heat, then add the chicken, onions, garlic, herbs, and salt and pepper. Stir well and cook until the chicken is soft and tender, about 8 minutes.

Remove your yams from the oven and cut into halves (be careful and wear oven mitts as they will be very hot). Transfer to a deep dish and ladle the ragout over. Serve immediately.

Farmer’s Beans

Nothing says historical accuracy more than humble, home-cooked beans. Add fresh bread and you have a meal worthy of any region in Middle Earth and delicious enough to make even if you aren’t eating on dirt floors in a drafty shack. 

This recipe is adaptable. For instance, try using great northern beans (though you may have to adjust the cooking time). Change up the spices, yo. Add thyme if you want. But please, for the love of all things good in the world, serve with this bread. It’s one of my favorite winter meals of all time.

Farmer’s Beans (printable)
serves 4-6


½ lb. (225 g) pinto beans
1 pork hock, smoked if possible
1 small onion, chopped
2 teaspoons garlic, chopped
½ teaspoon oregano
dash of cumin
½ teaspoon salt 


Slow Cooker Method

Combine all ingredients in a slow cooker and cover with enough water by about 1 inch. Cook on low for 4-6 hours or until beans are tender. Pull meat off of bone and return to pot. Salt and pepper to taste.

Stovetop Method

Rinse and soak the beans in boiling hot water for 30 minutes. Add to medium cooking pot with pork, onion, garlic, oregano, cumin and salt. Bring back to a boil; as soon as it starts to boil turn heat to low and let simmer for at least 3 hours or until tender. When beans are tender, pull meat off of bone and return to pot. Salt and pepper to taste.


vegan stuffed shells,

it should come as no surprise to you guys that autumn is my favourite time of year. it definitely lends itself to all five of the senses; the sound of leaves crunching under your shoes, the sensation of a soft sweater rubbing against your skin. the smells of cinnamon pine-cones and baked goods- seeing leaves change colours before your very eyes. and finally, comes taste. there are so many incredible foods that autumn brings; fresh baked bread, warm, hearty soups, crispy apple pie, pumpkin flavoured coffee- believe me, i could go on and on. autumn makes people seek warmth, through over-sized, plush clothing, and warm food. well, this recipe is like a warm, soft sweater for your mouth.

these stuffed shells are incredibly easy, flavourful, and hearty. with tangy sauteed spinach, pressed garlic and plenty of seasonings folded into fluffy gobs of tofu ricotta, and a zesty marinara sauce, i think this recipe definitely has the potential to become and autumn / winter favourite for you all; i know it has for me.

the ingredient list is simple, and these only take around 45 minutes to an hour to come together. making for the perfect autumn or winter meal, the recipe is as follows;

for the tofu ricotta…

1 package of firm tofu, pressed, 

2 tablespoons of vegan cream cheese* (such as tofutti brand),

¼ teaspoon of lemon juice,

2 cloves of garlic, pressed,

3 tablespoons of nutritional yeast,

1 teaspoon (or more) of salt,

a dash of black pepper,

for the sauteed spinach…

1 bag of baby spinach,

1 clove of garlic, pressed,

1 teaspoon of olive oil,

salt and pepper to taste,

for the pasta sauce…

1 larger sized jar of your favourite pasta sauce will do just fine, (i used victoria brand white linen marinara, it is out of this world)

for the shells…

i just used a box of barilla jumbo shells. they have an incredible bite and cook up perfectly, legitimately EVERY time.

for sprinkling…

vegan parmesan* (such as follow your heart),

red pepper flakes*,


the first thing your going to want to do is preheat your oven to 375 fahrenheit. next, get a pot large enough for all of your shells up to a rolling boil. then, carefully drop in your shells and let those boil up until soft.

while your jumbo shells are boiling, in a skillet heat up you olive oil, and add in your pressed garlic, baby spinach, and salt and pepper. toss this combination about until the spinach is *slightly* wilted, as it’ll cook down further in the oven.

after that’s done, check your shells and if they’re soft to the touch, drain them and blast them with a little bit of cold water, as assembly is hands on and i don’t want you to get burned!

while those are cooling down a bit further, in a food processor, add all of your tofu ricotta ingredients and blitz away until the mixture is fluffy and creamy. 

in a mixing bowl, transfer over your tofu ricotta and sauteed spinach and gently fold the two into one another.

once that’s done, you’re going to take as much or as little of the tofu ricotta / spinach mixture and just press it right on into the shells. i usually take large gobs of filling, press it in, and then gently fold the shells closed over it. 

once all of your shells are stuffed, in a baking dish of your choosing, line the dish neatly with your stuffed shells. if you have any ricotta left you can drop dollops on-top of the shells, or save it for something else, like another pasta bake, or spreading over crispy baked french bread. 

pour over the sauce of your choosing and bake until the edges of the shells are crispy, so for about 20 minutes.

once they’re done, remove from the oven, let them cool for a little bit and enjoy!

i REALLY hope you guys make these, and if you do, that you enjoy them as much as i do. they’re a staple in my home, because only a few shells fill you up, and these definitely make for killer left overs, as the flavours just settle more over night. thanks for looking! if you take any photos, make sure to upload them to instagram and tag me in them! i love seeing your guys’ posts!
*all ingredients with an asterisk next to them are completely optional 

Table of Contents

Unless said otherwise, all original content are about spirits encountered in California.

Most updated list can be found here.

Patreon/Buy Me A Coffee?

Thank You List.

About Me/My Practice

  • Active Research
  • My Fae Connections
  • Questions For Fae
  • Divination Journal: Connecting With Local Mountains

Personal Spirit Household

  • Defrost, Atajar: x, x, x, x, x,
  • Glowtail, Lunar Siren:x, x,
  • Iron Drow: x, x, x, x, x
  • K, Vampire Wyvern: x
  • Kinnara/Mannangal Twins: x, x
  • Gwaffa, Pixiu/Pi Yao: x, x
  • Myriad Reef Merfolk: x, x
  • Shadowscale: x, x, x
  • Taixi (Qilin): x, x
  • Tentacle Cat: x, x
  • Vati and Silver: x, x, x, x, x

Household Roles

  • Barrier Maids: x

Astral/Energy Work/Spellwork/ Etc Journals

  • Grossness: Part 1, Part 2
  • Healing: x
  • Paracosm Check
  • Money Altar Notes: x

Living With Spirits

  • Aviation Industry
  • Banishing
  • Communication Tips
  • Defense: Use the Force, Luke
  • Eating Spirits
  • Have Space For Companions In Car
  • Names
  • Time Zones
  • Telepathy Process


  • Divine Wind (Research into the soul and air): x, x, x, x
  • SEA Cultural Links: x

Abusive Entities

  • O/din


Reviews Of My Services

My Reviews:

  • Creepy Hollows : x
  • Magickal Menagerie: x, x
  • Foxx Hollow: x,
  • Spirit Vexer: x
  • Witching Jackal: x


Angels: x


  • Three-Legged Money Frog/Jin Chan


  • Asphodels and Translation Paper
  • California Etheric Ecosystem: x


  • Bondage Succubi/Incubi

Dragons - Master Post

  • Asian Dragon Toe Discussion
  • Chinese Lightning Dragon: x, x
  • Iron Fucanglong
  • Quartz/Glass Scale Winged Serpent Interview
  • Space/Void Leviathan
  • Verde Winged Serpents: x


  • Barnacle Ancestor Rock Elementals
  • Crustle Hermit Crabs
  • Tire Slyphs and Tire Dragon


  • Cockroach Interview
  • Fruit Flies
  • Oakland Blue Beetles: x, x, x
  • Monarch Butterflies: x, x
  • Needleblack and Needlewhite Caterpillars
  • Paint Eating Moths
  • Paper Eating Larvae: x, x, x
  • Nightmare Eating Crabs: x
  • Supplement Flies: x
  • Spiders: x
  • Starfish: x


  • Faun Masterlist
  • How Cali Merfolk Make Baby
  • Creek Merfolk: x
  • Dune Fauns: x, x, x
  • Elk Spirits: x
  • Fireoak Unicorns: x, x, x
  • Grassland Unicorns: x
  • Hive Deer: x, x, x, x, x, x, x
  • Hydration Unicorns: x
  • Kelp Merfolk: x
  • Milkweed Deer: x
  • Lunar Siren: x, x, x, x
  • Ming and Tentacle Cat (Cat Sidhe)
  • Redwood Fauns: x
  • Redwood Sirens:  x, x
  • Rocknest/Bay Siren: x, x
  • Rockdogs
  • Selkies: x,
  • Tidal Merfolk: x
  • Void Merfolk: x, x

Fandom Eregores

  • Doubles: x

Filipino Spirits

  • My Experiences
  • Sarimanok: x, x


  • As Prey: x
  • As Shadow People: x


  • Hysteriac Clouds

Item Spirits

  • Car
  • Paper Shredder: x


  • Ming (Qilin) and Tentacle Cat


  • Paint Eating Bats


  • Garlic Lizards

Road Spirits

  • Highway 1: x
  • El Camino Real: x, x

Whales: x


  • Pebble Worms


  • 2016/2017


Logs By Date

17 Mile Drive, Pacific Grove, CA

  • 12/27/16

Academy of Sciences, San Francisco

  • 12/1/16

Linda Mar

  • 3/20/17

Redwood Regional Park, Oakland

  • 12/17/16

Logs by Location

  • Big Basin State Park
  • Castle Rock State Park
  • Don Edwards National Estuary
  • Dillion Beach, CA
  • Lake Chabot, Oakland
  • Mount Tamalpais
  • Point Lobos, Pacific Grove, California
  • Roberts Regional Recreation Area
  • Treasure Island


  • Monterey to San Jose
  • 12/28/16
  • Driving to Point Lobos

Reblogs ———————————


  • 350 Pacific Climate Warriors
  • Save Bats From Fossil Fuel Companies
  • Help Orcas
  • Stop Nickelodeon From Destroying Filipino Ecosystems

Afro-Diasporic Religions: x, x, x

  • On Head Marking
  • No Veve For Orisha


  • Dodo Bird
  • Disease Spirits: x, x, x, x
  • Giant Potato 
  • Flying Devil Oil
  • Fossils
  • Hospital Spirits
  • Invasive Spirits
  • Spirit Conflicts
  • Single Cell Spirits
  • Song Spirits
  • Megalodon: x
  • 8 New Witch Ghost Grandmas
  • Working With The Remains of Pets
  • Vending Machine


  • Focus Levels
  • Lepida
  • Masterlist of Travel
  • The man and the circus
  • Soul Retrieval
  • Why Clairvoyance Isn’t Everything
  • What Is Phasing


  • Adelaide City Fae
  • Field Guide to the Parklands
  • Park 14


  • Saci Perere


  • Oakland Blue Beetles: x, x
  • Sacramento Fish Ghosts
  • Santa Ana River


  • Qilin
  • Pi Yao/Pixiu:  x, x, x

Community Warnings

  • Creepy Hollows: x
  • Don’t Read This Anti-Semitic Shinto Book
  • Dmitriy Kushnir
  • Eternus Amici: x,
  • Kari Tauring

Cultural Appropriation/Decolonizing/Closed Cultures

  • Cultural Appropriation & Anthropocentrism
  • East Asian Dragons
  • Jewish Appropriation vs Appreciation
  • Misuse of Chrakas/Karma
  • Tattoos of Kali
  • Heal White Ancestors of Racism
  • Unpopular Opinion
  • Vietnamese Folk Religion 
  • Vietnamese Dragons and Magickal Menagerie
  • Vietnamese Spirits


  • Hellborn Fox Demon
  • Lady V


  • Cloud Dragons
  • Fate Dragons
  • Javanese Dragons: x, x, x
  • Korean Dragons
  • Star Dragons
  • Wurmy Dragons
  • Void Leviathan


  • Eldritch Practice
  • Naming/Common Misconceptions
  • Pop Culture Investigation


  • My School Created A God
  • Coyote Guardians
  • Texan White Supremacist Eregore


  • Avitas, Bird Land Guardian
  • Alligator Spirits
  • Butterflies:  x, x
  • Invasive Cat Spirits
  • Lake Spirit: x
  • Lunar Soldiers
  • Storm Bird
  • Toad Curse Eaters
  • Lady V/Praying Mantis Goddess


  • Appalachia
  • Arcadia
  • Amethyst
  • Bay Laurel
  • Bone Maidens: x
  • Chamomile
  • Changling
  • Fae andThe Dead
  • Fae Sidhe Frost/Snow Elementals
  • Keshali: x
  • Kallikantzaros
  • Lucxia, Fae Sidhe Winter Queen
  • Meals
  • Moon Court
  • O, the Sunflower Fae
  • Names: x, x
  • UPG About Fae Is Important
  • Winged Fae Cats: x
  • Wind Spirit Offerings
  • Unseelie: x, x


  • Jennifer Lawrence Is Disrespectful Shithole
  • Native Hawaiian Commentary on Pokemon


  • Communicating With Points
  • Energy Blockages
  • Energy System Map
  • Energy System Checks
  • Healing Journey II
  • Healing Meditation II
  • Personal Healing V
  • Personal Healing VI


  • Everest is a Goddess, Dont Climb Her


  • Money Pots and Prosperity Boxes
  • Zora and The Hunt for Hoodoo in New Orleans


  • Antaboga
  • Leak/Leyak
  • Tuyul


  • Cockroach and Locusts


  • Soldier Ghosts: x, x


  • Abaset and Popculture Servitors
  • Amulets
  • The Heart

Land Spirits: x, x,


  • Hastur

Magic Business/Money Magic

  • How To Start
  • Money Magic

Middle East

  • Atargatis: x


  • Hati and Skoll
  • Heart Eating
  • Nornir
  • Werewolves


  • Anito Resource List
  • Maria Makiling
  • Mayari
  • Lakapati
  • Tagalog and Bisayan Pantheon


  • Creepy Garden
  • Fog and Plant Spirits
  • Elder Trees
  • Tree Revenge

Reptiles: x


  • Japanese Dragons, X
  • Inari


  • Planetary Spirits

Spirit Life

  • Checkup Spread
  • Cleansing
  • Diaro For Spirit Tracking
  • Discerning Harmful/Beneficial Spirits
  • Discerning When Mentally Ill
  • Dragon Meditation
  • Working With Local Spirits by Berrybel: x, x
  • Parasites
  • Psychic Communication
  • Learning Korean
  • Other Spirit Households: x, x, x, x
  • Schedule
  • Self Confidence/Direction
  • Spirit Learning Challenge
  • Spirits Can Eat You
  • Spirit Shop Critique/Concerns
  • Taking Child Spirits Away Is Bad Idea
  • Things To Do With Spirit Companions


  • Bolotnik
  • Demons
  • Is It Closed?
  • Racism In Rodnovery


  • Hades

Traditional Witchcraft

  • Ritual


  • Banishing Powder
  • Mistakes
  • Wards and Shields II
  • Warding Your Inner Space


  • Cemetery Honey
  • Beaver Computer

anonymous asked:

☾■♡♦♒ for izuku and kacchan? sorry if this is too much, in which case feel free to choose which ones you like. thank you!!


☾ - sleep headcanon

You’ve never seen anything like it, he’s got the top half of his body on the floor, his legs split as far as they can and there’s just a tangle of blankets on top of him. He drools and snores but every night his mama comes and puts him back into his bed because she knows he’ll settle then. Another worry for her about him living in UA dorms.

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

We already know it’s All Mightopia and that he was even a little embarrassed for others to see it, but he keeps it that way for so so long. No matter what happens he always has at least a little space for his All Might merch.

♡ - romantic headcanon

He’s way into being a hero. That’s his goal right now so any other desires are placed on the back-burner, but he has to admit that he did hope he might find someone amazing to partner up with at UA. He finds the whole concept of partners being hero partners to be rather romantic and secretly wonders if he could ever have that. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

He never picked any up over the years beyond being really amazing at documenting and observing things. You might say he’s quirkless. But no he was always so engrossed in the fantasy of becoming a hero that he never joined any clubs, he knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He’s good at making hearty winter meals. The type that fill the whole house with their scent and make everyone in a 5 mile radius hungry. They’re really filling and tend to make whoever eats them ready to hibernate. 


☾ - sleep headcanon

He’s a little bundled up cutie and nobody would suspect that he, the terrifying Bakugou, could look like such a cute, puffy little hamster. He does nuzzle his pillows a lot though, they normally end up threadbare in less than a year. 

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

I think his room is quite typical, it’s one of the few we haven’t seen but I don’t think he’s got an outrageous room like Deku or Kaminari. It’s pretty messy and disorganised but if you open his closet you’ll see an All Might poster that’s bigger than any one you’ve ever seen.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Here’s a guy that just does what makes him feel good, regardless of how it looks to others, and what makes him feel really good is buying his partner/crush a metric fuckton of gifts. If they so much as glace at something he’s already planning when to buy it. It makes him feel good to please his partner and nobody can stop him.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Okay but artist Bakugou who’s been drawing since he was 5. He used to proudly show them to his parents and his mom still has a crayon drawing of her, Katsuki, her husband and Izuku on the fridge. Now he hides away his habits from everyone but in his dorm room he’s got gorgeously details illustrations of every member of class A in their hero costumes with little hints and references to their quirks.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He does not fear the kitchen or any of the fire or sharp pointy objects. He will fight them all. I honestly don’t think his mom let him get away with being a layabout around the house so he’s amazingly efficient and has loads of recipes mentally stored. 

imagine bucky eating real food for the first time in ages - food HE got to choose. rediscovering chocolate and plums, making a pb&j sandwich and cutting the crusts off like his ma used to do, drinking coffee with a ton of sugar and creamer, going to the local pub and drinking while watching two men out the corner of his eye as they lovingly grin at one another over dark ale, discovering orange soda and rootbeer floats, eating an entire pack of hot dog buns/weiners, cooking pork & beans on the stove at midnight, eating sticky cotton candy and grinning at his blue tongue in the mirror after, taking food tips from the fruit vendors at the market (which restaurant has the best lunch special and “do they have pie?”), trying every flavor of milkshake that he comes across, popping popcorn on the stove & remembering steve at the expo, eating cinnamon rolls and closing his eyes briefly because it takes him back to sarah rogers’ small brooklyn apt and sliced bread with cinnamon on top & a pinch of sugar. just imagine.

We’ll be here

Pairing: Hamilsquad x reader

Prompt: How about a Hamilsquad x reader where the reader is an orphan and used to live on the streets as a child. One day all of the boys talk about their childhoods, Alex talks about his mother, Laf about his great mansions in France e.t.c, and she gets really upset because they had lives she always wanted and somebody who loved them while she was all alone in the streets. John sees that something is wrong and confronts her, and she breaks down and tells them about her horrible childhood. Thank you 💕x

TW: Mentions of illness, and death

Word count: 1840


There were many, many things you’d kept hidden from your spouses. Yes, you loved them dearly. Yes, they meant everything to you. But…there were things you had to keep to yourself, even despite those facts. One of these…was the nature of your childhood. It…wasn’t exactly the best, and you simply felt no need to burden them with that information. But that made days like these all the harder.

It was a warm, Sunday afternoon, abnormally warm, in fact, as the summer was ending, and fall was showing it’s colors on the leaves of the oak tree behind your home, which you were currently admiring. You could hear the boys talking in the living room, from where you were. It was a rare, slow, lazy day, and you intended to enjoy having all of them at home. Lafayette was home from France for the next few months, Hercules’ shop was closed on Sundays, John was off work, and Alex had decided to take a well deserved, desperately needed break from his work to talk with his spouses. The planets had aligned for a pleasant evening. You’d even heard talk of going to a show that evening, and it made you laugh a bit, thinking they were able to surprise you with the news, when in reality, the signs were clear.

You wished you hadn’t wanted to join in on the conversation.

“My grandmaman was the sweetest.” Laf was saying reminiscently, looking up at the ceiling as he lazily trailed a hand through Alex’s hair, where he was resting in his lap. “She raised me, all on her own…which meant a lot of the chores and housework fell to me, but that was alright. She loved to bake…and in the early afternoons, when I came in for lunch, she would always have something sweet ready, and was always trying new recipes…when I got into the military, it was the happiest day of my life when I could hire a hand to help her, and pay her back for all those years she took care of me.” If you closed your eyes, you could practically see it…the warm farmhouse at noon, with a little Lafayette, sitting on his knees on a chair, while his grandmother pulled sweet buns from the oven. Oh…you could smell them too…

“My mother…I loved her so much.” Alex said, a bittersweet tone to his voice. When I was little, she’d always read me to sleep…and when I started writing, and found that I really liked it, she took the time to teach me what she knew. Arithmetic, literature, history…even a bit about the human sciences. She was a jack of all trades. And for my eleventh birthday, she saved up enough to get me a journal…a good one, with a leather binding, and my name on it. I remember being so afraid to write in it at first…but once I started, I couldn’t stop. She told me to keep that talent close, put it to good use…And I like to think that I never let her down.” He smiled a bit, and, again, you could feel it…your hands running over the leather cover, and sliding over the embossed letters of ‘Alexander’ on the cover. The smell of fresh ink…the creak of the binding as it was opened, countless times, until it was full.

“My father was the one who taught me how to sew. It didn’t matter the profession, everyone in my family learned to sew. Of course, he actually opened a shop, and wanted me to take it over. I still remember the day I sewed for the first time, and held up my project…which was a pair of pants for our pet cat.” Hercules laughed. “They were lopsided, and not quite right…but they fit! I even made a hole for his tail. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that since. He was so proud, praising my work and declaring about how I would take over his shop someday. I knew then that’s what I wanted to do…even if things took me elsewhere before I landed here.” Sewing was a skill you’d never learned, to be quite honest. You never had the means, never had the know how…you strongly wish that you had…and you could see Hercules when you thought about it, trying to hoel his pet still long enough to get the breeches on him, as the cat squirmed and mewled indignantly. You bet Herc walked away with more than a few scratches, after that.

“My sisters are the best people in the world.” John was smiling, chin on the palm of his hand where he rested against the arm of the loveseat. He took a breath. “In the summers in South Carolina, the house always got too hot. And our father was never home, seeing how he was always busy…unsupervised kids…we get into stuff. There was this creek behind our house. Shallow on both sides, and deep only in the middle. The flow was always so gentle, that even my youngest sister, who was only about six or seven, could get in without getting swept away. So we’d run down to the creek the moment he was gone for the day, and spend hours playing, and splashing, and getting mud everywhere…” He laughed. “Just what we needed on a hot day. When I go to visit, we sometimes still go and put our feet in the water, just for nostalgia’s sake.” You could feel that, too…the chill of the water after the heat of a summer day, when even your hair was hot to the touch. Laughing, and jumping, and playing in the water with your friends, then running inside before anyone found out, and trying to hide the evidence…you bet they got pretty good at it, sooner rather than later…

The truth was…you’d had none of that. No warm sweets. No birthday gifts. No praise from your parents. No good memories. Your childhood was a black spot in your life that you’d rather forget, than relive. You instead remembered the horror you felt, when your mother, father, and younger sister were claimed by scarlet fever…and the tears that blurred your eyes as they were taken from your home, along with the other dead in the city. You had no grandparents. Your father had been a runaway, and your mother’s parent’s died a year prior. No one wanted a kid, you soon found, and you were forgotten about, and left on the street. You barely scraped by, sleeping anywhere you felt safe for even a moment, stealing food when others weren’t listening, out of baskets, and from stalls. You begged where you could, but work was so scarce for a small child, too frail for heavy lifting, and unskilled in crafting. Your only Salvation had come when the war started when you were seventeen. Without a second thought, you were enlisted, given a new, warm winter coat, and a meal, even if it, too, was meager. It was enough to survive on. You found friends. Friends whom you grew to love, and who grew to love you.

You were happy now. Those days were behind you, and they were never coming ba-

“(Y/N)?” The voice that called out your name was gently. You opened your eyes to realize that they were all looking at you. Alex was sitting up from Laf’s lap, John was sitting at attention, and Herc was standing beside you, and arm around your shoulders. You only became aware that your cheeks were wet when a thumb swiped across your cheek, and Hercules gave you a sympathetic look.

“(Y/N)?” John tried again, and you finally focused on him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He offered his arms to you, and Hercules kiss your cheek before sending you to him. You felt too stiff, curling up in his arms. You shook your head, but only a strangled sob left your throat.

“No, it’s not nothing!” Alex insisted, coming to kneel in front of where you were sitting in John’s lap and take your hands. “Come now, we can’t help if you don’t talk to us…did something happen?” He prompted again, removing one hand in order to gently rub your arm.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying, really trying to tell them, only for nothing to leave your mouth. “Deep breath.” Hercules said gently, sitting by your side and starting to stroke your hair. “In your own time…you can do this.”

“I…I didn’t have a nice home like you…” you sniffled a bit, and your breath caught on a few of the words, making you have to try once or twice or even three times more in order to force out the words that you struggled with. “I grew up with nothing, and no one, and…” You hiccuped a bit. “You…all had so much more! E-even if some of it got lost…or didn’t end how you wish for it too…you still had something! Ten years of my life were spent alone, wondering if I would see the sunrise tomorrow…I joined the army at seventeen, and I never wanted to look back, I…” You shook your head, and covered your face.

“…I’m sorry…I-I didn’t want to ruin a good conversation for you…I didn’t even realize I was crying…”

“Shhh…mon lapin, it is alright!” Lafayette cooed, easing up from the couch and moving over to you with a sure grin, and light footsteps. He was always such a beam of light… “Do not worry about that now…if you do not wish to speak on that matter, you do not have to. Instead…how about you get cleaned up, and we can all go see a show tonight!” He beamed. “I have already purchased the tickets for this evening, and I think it is just what you need. An evening out, with the people who love you more than anything in the world, no?” He gently came to you as you stood. “You have us no, mon coeur. You have a home, and a warm bed, and four people who love you dearly, who share it with you every night. You do not need to think of those days…they are behind you.” He promised, leaning in to give you a warm kiss.

“That’s right!” Hercules stepped in, slinging his arm around your waist, and making you blush, just a bit as you were pulled to his side. “Come on, I’ll help you get ready.” He teased a bit, pecking your cheek, and rubbing your hip.

“But, (Y/N),” Hercules stopped as John spoke up. “If you ever do feel like talking about it…we’ll be here…okay? So, don’t you worry.”

You smiled a bit, and let Hercules escort you upstairs. You had a show to get to, after all…and you couldn’t be late!


This was fun to write. The flow was easy from person to person, and I didn’t have to do a whole lot of research, because this was something I knew a lot about. Also, did you know that Alex’s mother was actually and extremely smart business woman? Yes, they had to scrape by, but it’s because of her that they survived at all.

Love, Rosalie
Soft and Fair (4244 words) by Karis_Artemisia_Judith [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Frozen (2013)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Frozen)
Characters: Anna (Frozen), Kristoff (Frozen)
Additional Tags: chubby!Anna, marital sexytimes, except not actual explicit sexytimes, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content, body positivity!, lots of body positivity, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Slight Smut

Written for the Day 4 prompt for Anna Week on Tumbr: ‘Self Consciousness’

Anna hadn’t eaten a proper meal in years when she met Kristoff. And then everything in her world changed, just as abruptly as Elsa’s powers had thawed the winter into summer. Suddenly meal times meant sitting at a table with the two people she loved most, Elsa and Kristoff, and Anna wanted them to last for hours. She kept each course in front of her and slowly ate every bite to make the meal last longer. But that wasn’t what had made her fat. That was definitely Kristoff’s fault….

Anna realizes that her figure has changed since her wedding day, and it takes a certain amount of effort for Kristoff to convince her that she’s always beautiful.