Set in current times, the queen and her wife go into their town where they meet a 19yo girl who has had a troubled life. They offer her shelter, food and a job. The girl is keeping a secret, will she let them in or run away from fear?

For a long time, I've always seen couples and wondered when it would be my turn for my gay love story. I wondered about it as I drank my coffee. I believed in love at first sight, I really do. But that's when I saw her . . . She was gorgeous, everything about her made her look like a Goddess. That's when I knew . . . "She's everything I've ever wanted." This is a WLW book that contains elements of agere and mdlg. It may have triggering topics like SH thoughts, mental health disorders, etc. THIS CONTAINS SMUT Rankings I'm proud of - #3 in lesbian 5/10/23 - #226 in lgbt 5/13/23 - #10 in mommy 5/17/23 DISCLAIMER: This was my FIRST story I've written. There are mistakes and a couple untied ends that I'm not proud of, so not everything will make sense or be referenced back to. THIS IS A COMPLETED STORY, IF YOU LIKE THIS PLEASE CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS

Dorothea and Eleanor had reached a crossroads in their journey to parenthood. After enduring countless rounds of IVF, each one filled with hope and anticipation, only to be met with heartbreak and disappointment, they knew it was time to let go of their dream of conceiving a biological child. But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope emerged when they remembered the existence of Pretty Little Things, an adoption agency unlike any other. Tucked away in a cosy corner of the city, Pretty Little Things offered a unique opportunity for couples like Dorothea and Eleanor to find the family they had always longed for. TW: Age regression

On Classification Day, Wesslynn discovers she's a Little-a child with a special role in a world where schools guide Littles and their caregivers. Nervous but curious, she tours three very different academies, searching for a place where she can truly belong. At Meadowridge Academy, Wesslynn finds warmth, friendship, and the guidance she needs to grow-learning that home isn't just a place, it's where you feel safe to be yourself Come watch Wesslynn grow into her class and make friends and find who she is.

these are age-regression/age-dreaming centered concepts. the mature rating is for comfort purposes in who can access the story, rather than content. please do not add my story to any nsfw reading lists.

Beth and Ashleigh are embarking on the next stage of their lives together. They know exactly what they want and feel that they've got everything well planned out, until someone unexpectedly comes along and changes things. Emily is lost and alone, dealing with unexplained disorder in her mind. What happens when two women enter her life bringing both an explanation to her mysterious condition and a hope for a brighter future?

Up until recently, Ayla Scott worked in a beautiful old bookstore run by a beautiful old man, a man she saw as a father figure. She loved her job and the people she worked. They made the strained relationship with her family a little less heartbreaking. When the owner of her beloved bookstore died it was shut down for good. She soon lost her apartment and ended up on the streets with only a backpack to her name. One night when she was trying to find somewhere to sleep, Ayla was attacked. She was taken to the hospital and what started as the worst night of her life turned into a blessing in disguise when she met her knight in shining armour, Dr Amanda Wynn. Amanda was working her regular night shift in the ER when Ayla was brought in. She saw the vulnerability and fear in her eyes and immediately knew she would do anything to protect this fragile girl.

"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I'm not half the girl I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me."~Glee Cast *Starts from Season 1 Episode 2-Onwards*

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Her sigh was quiet, but heavy with something like disappointment. "You're far too stubborn for your own good." Before I could respond, she bent - and without warning, her arms were around me again. "Wait-! My Lady, please!" She lifts me up. One arm beneath my knees, the other steady behind my back. "Alcina-!" I squeaked, gripping her shoulder. She looked utterly unbothered. "If you refuse to rest on your own, then I will ensure it myself." She shifted her hold on me, placing me on her hip. We were halfway up the stairs before I realised what was happening. The other maids had stopped to stare, eyes wide. I put my face in Alcina's neck to hide myself as best as I could. "Oh no, oh no." Alcina chuckled. "Perhaps next time you'll listen when I tell you to stay in bed." Alcina said faint amusement curling in her voice. No character are mine except for Ella. This is based off of Resident Evil. (Photo from pinterest: @iamjacksonphotography)