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‘I mean, “Frozen” and “Frozen II” were everywhere when they first came out. So I did eventually cave in and watch them… they were alright.’ [shrugs]

‘Although, why they couldn’t just give Elsa a girlfriend after singing 2 epic “Coming Out” songs like that still baffles me to this day.’ [rolls eyes and scoffs]

It was supposed to be a quiet night out with Cecilia, nothing too fancy. Just a long conversation to get to know her better, under the stars and the ethereal glow of the moon, far away from the town and any kind of interruptions. You had Cecilia and her melodic voice all to yourself. You could get lost in Cecilia’s dark eyes all you liked, because their glint fascinated you more than all the treasures you had sneakily claimed for yourself over the years.

Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t sensed anything was wrong. You were too engrossed in the direction the conversation was headed, in the lovely tension that was building between you with each carefully worded retort. The single spark of a touch would ignite a passion like no other, and you were looking forward to let it consume any other thought that wasn’t Cecilia and her predatory smirk that quirked her wonderful lips just so.

She was a work of art, and you wanted nothing more than to shower her with the attention and admiration she deserved.

Of course, nothing went to plan. The tension spiked not because of a heated moment between lovers, but because of an ambush and scrambled attempts to defend yourselves. Cecilia was thrown to the ground first, hissing and growling in the face of her attacker. You only get a second to look at their wild eyes and baring fangs before someone tackles you so hard all the air leaves your lungs, leaving you wheezing.

There’s a brief moment of total blackness when your head hits the ground, and the next thing you know, you are face down on the earth, you don’t feel the weight of your gun on you and the person restraining you – another human – is laughing an awful, raspy laugh that makes you shudder with disgust.

“That was too easy!” He says, after his chuckles subside. You can’t even properly glare at him, so you just settle for proving him wrong. It only takes a bit of focusing before he’s screaming and cursing at previously nonexistent flames that now lick hungrily at his shirt. It’s all you need to push him off you and deliver a solid kick to his jaw.

His head snaps back, and he yowls in pain. A hand raises to grab your leg and yank you back, and you briefly wonder how stubborn this guy is before a piercing pain in your thigh has you gasping in surprise.

“You’ll pay for that.” You hiss. The punch you give him fills you with satisfaction, and a second one with a little bit of magical energy ensures he is out cold. You retrieve your gun almost mechanically, clenching your teeth at the throbbing pain that threatens to overwhelm your very mind.

You don’t have time for this, not when you’re not sure if Cecilia is safe.

Thankfully, improvising is one of your best qualities. You’ve never used your witch powers to heal yourself before, and you have no idea how to even begin, but you put both hands over the wound and hope for the best.

It’s not instant relief. It’s a weird mix of sensations: you suddenly feel too cold and a moment later too hot. The world spins, and you let out a long string of curses that would make Enzo proud while you try to get a grasp on the situation. Still, after that brief moment of turmoil, your mind clears.

Making a mental note to check the wound later, your gaze snaps up, trying to locate her. There’s a flash of red in the corner of your eye that disappears almost instantly, but it’s all you need. You stumble around a couple of rocks big enough to obscure your vision, and finally find her.

She’s crouched, lips peeled back in a snarl, ready to block or evade any strike the other vampire throws at her. Both look equally wary of each other, gauging each other up, looking for any weaknesses. Neither look particularly hurt… Cecilia’s jacket is torn in the back, clearly ripped open by claws, but her skin has already healed.

She’s okay. She’s fine.

You let out a small sigh of relief.

The other vampire sniffs the air, eyes instantly falling on you. His whole expression changes in less than a second, a wicked grin stretching across his face when he sees your wound.

“A witch?” He asks, incredulously.

Cecilia is on him faster than you can blink, her guttural growl echoing clearly. She maneuvers over his hasty attack like a nimble cat, empowered by something else than the need to defend herself. Her strikes are powerful and precise and make him stumble back, eyes wide at the restless assault.

She’s moving with the intent to protect what is hers.

“Don’t you dare look at her!” She roars, claws glinting a silvery red under the light of the moon.

Mouth dry at the sight, heart drumming with adrenaline and affection, you hurry to help her.  Your energy rolls out of you in waves, trying to get a grip on the other vampire. You initially meant to grab his attention and grant Cecilia her golden opportunity, but you’re distracted by the other presences your energy picks up. And they are drawing closer with each second that passes.

“There are more vampires coming!” You shout, damning your bad luck.

Cecilia hisses, rolling out of an attack. She seems torn between making sure the vampire learns that you belong to her and her alone, or making a run for it. Crimson eyes dart around the terrain, trying to gauge how much time she has.

It turns out it’s less than a second. You’re quickly surrounded by an endless sea of glistening fangs, and under the light of the moon they seem all the more threatening.

There must be ten or so vampires here, or even more.

“Great.” You huff. Your fingers curl around the trigger of your gun, even though it may as well be a toy against these apex predators. You do not want to play damsel in distress, and your frustration only increases when it becomes evident you can’t do much else other than watch and hope for the best.

Cecilia seems ready to go down fighting, anyway, by the way she’s avidly looking for weaknesses.

“Hand over the witch.” Orders a calm voice. You glare at the closest vampire, seething in rage.

Cecilia’s answering growl seems to overpower any other sound in the world. “I will do no such thing!”

“It’s such a shame that the last Visconti will go down like this…”

The fight begins anew. Your energy extends like a roaring ocean wave, crashing against them and pinning some vampires in place. You strain under the effort, hissing under your breath.

The rest of enemies throw themselves at Cecilia, who dodges and hisses and pivots around them with effortless grace. She’s a storm barely contained in a mystical, expertly carved not-so-human body. A true sight for sore eyes. The enemy vampires don’t stand a chance against her.

It’s weird, you think, how easily she throws them around and slashes at their exposed chests and neck with ease. It’s like they aren’t at full strength, which would certainly explain why they came from who knows where for you.

A sharp moment of pain makes you stagger, making you suddenly aware of another problem. There’s a pressure in your mind that increases with each passing second. It’s not only the strain of keeping the spell, there’s something else poking and probing at your mind with an almost frantic need.

You try to fight it off with all your might, but the pressure only increases, drowns any other thought, makes you want to scream and trash around—

Then there’s a blurry movement in front of you and the vampire that was trying to lure you goes flying off.

“You’re mine, witchling. Don’t ever forget that.” Cecilia’s low, raspy voice snaps you out of it. She’s standing next to you, breathing hard, bathed in blood and sand and looking somehow perfect despite it all. Her touch is firm yet gentle over your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. You can’t help noticing how hers bore into your very soul, so intense and so powerful it’s impossible not to look at them. At her.

The moment is over as soon as it begins. Her hands fall to your sides, gripping your arms so hard it’s almost painful, and she quickly moves you out of the way of an incoming vampire. You prepare to fight back however you can, except it turns out you don’t really need to. The vampire continues forward, crazed, and crashes against another vampire at the far back.

There’s a series of indignant shouts and chaos descends at the next second. Some vampires make a move toward you and others move to block them, fangs bared, trying to push them back and make their own attempt to get to you. It looks almost comical, how they try to quite literally run over each other. Cecilia lets out a small huff by your side, half exasperation and half relief.

The enemy vampires are so out of it you even manage to shoot one directly in the face. She falls back, making a few agonized sounds deep in her throat, scratching the air and guarding what’s left of her face with her arms.

“That’s our cue to leave.” Cecilia murmurs, pressing you close to her, carefully cupping your neck. She seems less possessive and more like her usual self, probably because most of the danger has already passed. The injuries she caused to most vampires must have driven her point across.

The world lurches and shifts on its axis. You are on your apartment at the next second, and Cecilia is instantly fretting over your wound, even though she’s not faring much better. There’s a large cut under her arm that’s struggling to heal, along with several smaller ones along her arms and legs, and her breathing is even more labored.

Vengeful crimson gives away to worried silver, as she eases into her human form, not caring one little bit about her own state.

“Worry about yourself first, Cece. You look awful.”

“Most of my injuries look worse than they actually are. I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand-”

“Oh, don’t give me that. Go out and feed. Here, give me that bandage. I’ll take care of this.”

“I’m-”

“On your way out, yes.”

“Claire-”

“If I don’t see you stepping out my room in the next five seconds-”

She sighs and parts from you with hesitant steps. Looks over her shoulder at you regretfully.

“I’m sorry, if I had been more alert-”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, Cece. It just means I’m too irresistible for you to pay attention to anything else.”

There’s that amused smirk that you love so much. The one that curls her lips just so and shows a flash of teeth, the one that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly, and makes her eyes sharpen with predatory interest.

‘Media on “Alice in Wonderland”? “Alice in Wonderland”... one moment.’ [Euryale disappears before coming back a moment later]

“I've watched the movie before, I just wasn't paying much attention to the title. Alice seems a bit air-headed. Curious but... I wouldn't jump down a random rabbit hole.”

Written by @miscellaneous-obsession

The Summer Quarter was thriving, with citizen’s going about their daily lives and the ever-present tempting aroma of food wafted through the air. Away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, Xenia could be found under a tree, with her wife asleep on her lap. The two women had a rare afternoon off, giving them a moment of solace before returning to their roles as the reigning Queens of Lysende.

Xenia held a book in one hand, temporarily engrossed in what the pages entailed. Periodically she would shift her gaze to admire the rays of the sun dancing across her wife’s sleeping form. The light illuminated her already gorgeous features, all the way from the highlights in her hair to the freckles on her cheeks.

As of late, she could tell MC was more exhausted, something she had expected with her current condition. Xenia’s hand gently moved from her wife’s waist, coming to rest alongside MC’s on the soft swell of her abdomen. The bump was proof of the life they had created together and never failed to leave a smile on the Spy Mistress’ face.

Xenia managed to make it half-way through her novel before MC woke from her extended cat nap, her eyes cracking open ever so slight. Following a stretch that resulted in a few joints popping, MC smiled sleepily up at Xenia, lifting one of her hands to cup the older woman’s jaw. Before either of them could break the silence, they froze, stunned by a kick to their hands.

“Did the baby just kick?”

MC nodded, her emerald green eyes widening in surprise. As if their child could sense the presence of both mother’s, another kick was felt, though with a bit more force.

“That was the first time.”

Once the initial shock faded, a smile took over MC’s face. She wasted no time, pushing herself upwards to curl into her lovers’ side, relishing in the shared moment. Xenia adjusted appropriately, wrapping her arms around her wife, her novel long forgotten.

“I am glad to have been a part of it, my sweet wife.”

Their writing is amazing! The recent Vinca one left me speechless. ❤️

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

Before, Yvette hadn’t understood why waking up with someone you love was so special to so many people. She had a general idea, but as it had been with many things regarding touch, anything she imagined couldn’t compare to the real thing. For once, the warmth she was basking in had nothing to do with her curse, and it was so nice. Not stifling at all, and soothing in a way that left Yvette amazed.

And Onyx was so soft! Even after hours of holding Onyx in her arms, she couldn’t help but marvel at the fact. It evoked a tender feeling deep within her, along with a peculiar wistfulness that the night wouldn’t end. She couldn’t admire Onyx’s form as she’d like in the dark, but feeling her was enough.

She nuzzled closer, taking care not to wake the other woman, and took a moment to process how Onyx’s hair felt, trapped as it was between her chest and Onyx’s back. It tickled, and Yvette held her breath to avoid giggling, choosing instead to ponder everything that had happened so far. Onyx had been so sweet, so patient, so loving through their relationship… only thinking about her was enough to draw a smile out of the blue-haired woman. How she had laughed in their first date, how cute her acting was, how her voice could hypnotize Yvette faster than anything in this world ever could, and her green eyes…

The woman that consumed her thoughts let out a small, cute yawn and Yvette froze, wondering if she had been the one to wake Onyx up and instantly berating herself for it. She didn’t want to let go yet… but the desire to make sure the blonde hadn’t woken up because she was uncomfortable was bigger.

“Onyx?” She ventures, in a whisper. Onyx pauses for a second, before letting out a sleepy chuckle.

“I thought I was the early bird here.”

Yvette gives her a sheepish grin, even though her partner can’t see her.

“Mm, interesting things happen to one’s sleep schedule when the desire to contemplate their partners overpowers everything else. In my experience, at least.”

Onyx turns around so she can gaze into Yvette’s sapphire eyes. “So, you couldn’t sleep because of me?”

“…Perhaps.”

Onyx bits her lip, her expression fond. It doesn’t last long: after a quick kiss on Yvette’s cheek, she gives her a small, concerned frown.

“I hope it doesn’t become a daily occurrence… you do need to sleep once in a while, you know…”

Yvette laughs softly. “Ah, well… It’s hardly something I’d miss, when I have you by my side.” The words linger in the air. Onyx eyes widen slightly, the breath rushing out of her in startled surprise. Yvette decides to push a bit further, loving the expression and wanting to commit it to memory. “You are far more interesting that whatever dreams my subconscious conjures.”

Onyx can’t help but blush, a goofy grin appearing on her face.

“Too bad.” Onyx finally manages, after a moment of flustered silence. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you are when you’re asleep. A sight for sore eyes.”

Yvette’s eyebrows rise slightly. “Mm, are you saying I’m not beautiful when I’m awake? Would you rather have me in an eternal sleep?”

Onyx rolls her eyes, giggling. “The best part would be waking you up with a true love’s kiss.”

Yvette’s playful gaze turns gentle, and she tugs Onyx closer, nuzzling her adoringly. “I’d like that.”

Never mind the fact that, as per the story, eternal sleep involved a curse. Some part of her was horrified at the implication that she’d have to be cursed again, but it was completely overwhelmed by the rest of her too caught up on the fact that Onyx had said ‘true love’s kiss’.

“I don’t know how long you’ve been awake but it’s clearly too long. Go to sleep, Yvette. At least for an hour.”

“Is that an order?”

“Shush, Yvette. Sleep tight. I’m going to cook something for breakfast.”

True to her word, Onyx slides out of her grasp with a fond smile, squinting her eyes to make sure she doesn’t trip with their discarded clothes as she makes her way to the door.

“And so, she leaves.” Yvette mumbles, mournfully, hand resting on the empty space beside her as if she’s trying to preserve its warmth. “Whatever shall I do now that I’m alone?”

Onyx giggles, a warm feeling washing over her upon confirming that yes, Vinca had indeed influenced the other woman to be as, if not more, dramatic as her. It was endearing, making her heart flutter joyfully at the sight. “Sleep. I’ll come wake you up in a few hours.”

The lights don’t need to be on for Onyx to see Yvette’s half-lidded stare.

“Mm, do put on some clothes first, Onyx. I hardly mind the sight, but if Vinca came back early from her trip and sees you like that… or, if Lazareth…” She trails off. Onyx freezes, throwing a vaguely mortified look at the door.

“Oh, um… Do you mind if I borrow some clothes…?” She doesn’t waste time at Yvette’s nod. She’s out of the room in the next second, squealing in delight seconds later. “Acacia! Hello, did you sleep well? Aw, it looks like you did! Maybe you could teach your owner a few things about the importance of sleep, huh?” Onyx’s warm laughter echoes through the hall, and Yvette can hardly fight an amused grin at her next comment. “Vinca’s going to be mad about those shoes, you know, so you better prepare those puppy eyes of yours… yes! Just like that! Perfect! God, how could anyone ever be mad at you?”

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

It had started as yet another walk through the park, far away from our troupes or anyone who could recognize us. Any moment I spend with Yvette is a tender one, but this one is special because it’s our first date without Yvette’s curse weighting down her every action. She is free at last: free to discover the world without a satin barrier, and free to touch and show affection like she longed for so many years…

We were holding hands as we walked. I still can’t get over how soft her skin is, how light her touch is. She is still being careful, which I understand. She’s even carrying a small leaf on her other hand, twisting it around her fingers this way and that in an absentminded sort of way. She glances at it once in a while, as if making sure the curse hasn’t returned. It’s a small, shy gesture I can’t help but find incredibly adorable, and I can hardly wipe the grin off my face when her eyes travel back up to meet mine, shining with joy and relief.

I’m hit with an unbearable need to hold her close each time she does that, to shower her with affection, but she needs time to get used to all of this. To this aspect of the world that’s been out of her reach for so long… And so, I swallow the feeling for the fifth time that day, burying it deep within me, and squeeze her hand as I tell her about the new ideas I had gotten for an outfit. She listens patiently, even offering a few comments which I deeply appreciate. She, in turn, tells me about the puppy she had gotten. How mischievous and playful she was. I can’t help but coo over her stories. Her bright laughter as she recounts a fun anecdote of her puppy has me mesmerized.

She has a very beautiful laugh; the type of laugh people wrote poetry about. The type of laugh that was so carefree and true, it was impossible not to get lost in it.

Eventually, we come to a slow stop.

“Onyx, if I may…” One of her hands cups my cheek, soft and slightly warm. Her eyes drop to my lips, and suddenly I’m very aware of how close we are. There’s only one thing she must be asking for. I grin at her, suddenly a bundle of delighted nerves. Yvette returns my emotion with a smile and a slight blush.

“O-oh! A-are you sure?” I bit my lip, wondering if that came out wrong. I want her, more than anything in the world, but I want to be sure she isn’t pushing herself. “You’ve had enough time to adjust?”

She chuckles. “Yes.”

“And… Y-you want to do this with me?”

“Yes.” She answers simply.

I shiver.

“Yvette, are you sure? Wouldn’t you want to save this for someone who you’ll truly be happy with?”

My words make her pause. Her eyes burn with fiery passion.

“It would appear…” She says, slowly, holding my gaze. The hand that was holding my cheek goes to rest over my chest. Over my heart. Her thumb traces the exposed skin in a way that makes me feel like she’s trying to carve her words into my very heart. “That I’m looking at that person right now.” Her eyes are honest, displaying nothing more but fervent adoration.

My breath hitches. My face warms with a shy blush, and Yvette wastes no time in cupping my face again, with both hands this time. I giggle when I feel the leaf against my skin and Yvette blinks down at it, as if she had forgotten she was holding it in the first place. With an embarrassed chuckle, she moves that hand towards my waist.

“Yvette, do you really want this with me?”

“More than anything in the world.” My heart flutters warmly at her response. “Onyx, I want to do this with you. Only you.”

“O-okay.” I mumble, breathless. “I want this, too.”

Yvette gazes down at me with nothing but wonder. After one last, furtive glance at the leaf on her hand, she leans in.

The kiss is soft and hesitant on Yvette’s part. She breaks it for a second, checking my face for the slightest sign of discomfort, and when she finds nothing but pure adoration she leans in again, almost desperate. As if she can’t live without the sensation she just discovered. As if it’s something more precious than air.

I throw my arms around her neck, pulling her closer. She tenses for a fraction of second, her grip tightening around my waist as if to make sure I’m still there, that I’m turning into ash. I pause in case she needs time but she quickly demonstrates that’s not the case. She continues her efforts to learn the shape of my mouth, knowing we have to part eventually and trying to make the most of what we have right now.

Her eagerness it’s incredibly endearing. I find myself returning her passion, every moment etching into my memory like a prayer, comforting and exciting all the same. This wonderful moment seems to stretch into infinity, ethereal in everything it represents. Freedom. Love. Safety. Acceptance.

I smile into the kiss, elated, and she grins as she leans back, breathless. The sight of her flushed face makes my smile widen.

“How was it?”

“I… I don’t think I have the words to make the feeling justice.” She murmurs. Her eyes shine like little stars, filled with wonder and a joy so vast they are impossible to comprehend. It stirs a cascade of emotion within me, and I laugh sheepishly when Yvette’s wonderful expression crumbles with panic and worry. “Onyx, why are you crying? Did I-?”

“N-no, I’m… Y-you’re just…” I sob harder, and throw myself into her arms while she stands there, frozen, not knowing how to react. I’m aware of how much she needs an explanation, so I try to calm myself enough to speak. “Your expression right now, i-it… it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I’m-”

Yvette laughs lightly. I feel how she relaxes in my embrace, and I see how her face flushes with color. “So, I just moved you to tears?”

“Yes! Don’t you dare tease me about it.”

I realize too late that was the worst thing I could have said. Her slow smirk it’s the only warning I need for the incoming teasing, so I do the only thing that comes to mind to shut her up.