only my favorite yuri rarepair, kathlizzie!! katherine x lizzie is one of my most favorite of ships, they are each such manic pixie dream girls and match one another’s vibes so well!
i personally adore them especially in esmp s1 as they are like land and sea type vibe, opposites attract if you will! they built a home in each others bases, a whole rail system underneath aswell!!
*VIOLENTLY SHAKING YOU*
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I adore kathlizzie!!!!!! ESMP s1 Kathlizzie!!!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM
her beloved immortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen
Relationship: F/F
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Status: Completed Oneshot
Word Count: 1,173
Summary: Katherine and Lizzie are hanging out in Katherine's room, creating bracelets and loving each other dearly. As they talk, Lizzie reveals a large part of their shared past...
[Deleted Scene/Alternate Ending to "her beloved mortal" that I ended up not using]
This was written for @belovedgamers as a treat through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange!
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Katherine never thought of her life as dull or unfulfilling before, but, ever since Lizzie entered it, she has felt so genuinely blissful. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Waking up every day knowing that Lizzie was never too far away made her stomach flutter pleasantly with butterflies and her face warm like a candle’s flame.
It was stereotypical, sure, but Katherine already had countless sketches of possible dress designs for their own wedding, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t written their names together with a heart countless times on her journal’s pages. Every moment Katherine spent with Lizzie, the more she fell head over heels for her. Katherine was sure Lizzie felt the same.
The two women sat criss-crossed on Katherine’s bed as Lizzie taught Katherine various ways to make bracelets. Katherine had known some basic techniques growing up, sure, but never to this level and certainly not with these techniques.
It has only been a few months since they met, but Katherine felt right at home with Lizzie. It was like they knew each other for lifetimes. They exchanged much about themselves, sure, but the way they acted suggested that their knowledge about the other ran much deeper than what they would have gathered in these months.
In addition to Katherine’s work as a seamstress, she also had a passion for making plushies. The plushies were more for fun or to donate to children in need than they were for money, but Katherine found great pleasure in making them. Katherine wanted to make Lizzie a plushie, but she only briefly wondered what sort of plushie she should make. It just came to her that Lizzie would be ecstatic with an axolotl plushie, though she had this innate gut feeling that Lizzie would love whatever she made either way. Katherine could almost hear her reaction as if it were a memory.
“Look at you go!” Lizzie clapped her hands together as she cheered, proud of Katherine successfully getting down the technique. “Aw, it turned out so cute!”
Katherine beamed under Lizzie’s praise, unable to hold back her smile even if she tried. “I just had a good teacher.”
“Nonsense,” Lizzie dismissed. “You are very talented in the art of the craft, always have been. You can do anything you put your mind to. Your creativity is one of the things I love about you.”
That was another thing. Lizzie always talked like they’ve known each other for a long time. It often felt that way to Katherine as well, but, in actuality, it had only been a few months. Granted, they spent a majority of their free time together during those months, but still.
“‘Always have been,’” Katherine repeated, with a slight tilt of her head. She had to admit, she was curious why they felt so natural together. It made her mind wander to several different possibilities, unsure what would be considered too insane and unrealistic. Magic wasn’t her strong suit, but it did exist. Technically, anything was possible to certain limits. “We haven’t known each other very long, yet you talk like you’ve always known me. Tell me, have we met before and I don’t remember? Do you believe I have some sort of childhood amnesia?”
Lizzie’s lip darted out briefly to wet her lips as she thought of what to say. “I wanted to tell you the truth, but I was worried it was too soon. I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“You won’t scare me off,” Katherine promised, scooting closer to Lizzie so she could set her hand over Lizzie’s.
Katherine knew she shouldn’t let herself promise such a thing, but something within Katherine knew Lizzie would never hurt her. It wasn’t a hunch or a suspicion, but a fact that her mind was positive of. It was so infused with truth that Katherine couldn’t even think of denying its validity.
Lizzie turned her hand around so their fingers could intertwine with one another. She brought Katherine’s hand up to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Katherine, you are my soulmate in each of your lives. I knew the moment I saw you at Gem and Pearl’s wedding that I had found you again.”
Katherine’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. If someone else told her this, she may have called them crazy and told them to stop messing with her, but, from Lizzie, it made sense like it was a typical and normal thing. “Each of my lives? What about yours?”
“I’m immortal,” Lizzie admitted. “I was once mortal, we both were in our first life together. At least, I believe I was. You were dying in my arms and my grief was great. Something inside me seemed to unlock. I had power pumping through my veins that I was unaware of before. Our souls yearned to stay together, and so they did. Even as I was accepted among the ranks of the gods, I could feel a pull toward you. Once I realized your soul reincarnated, I made it my mission to seek you out in each life. Falling in love with you over and over again is my reason for continuing on. I never get bored with you by my side.”
Katherine didn’t speak for several moments, needing time to process what she was being told. Lizzie’s words were genuine, she knew that much, but it was a lot to unpack. Still, Katherine had never been one to dismiss the idea of love outlasting lifetimes and other fantastical ideas.
She used her freehand to cup Lizzie’s face, looking into her eyes as her heart fluttered with warmth and love. “I believe you.”
“You always do.” Lizzie leaned into Katherine’s hand, seemingly melting into it. “And you have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“I may not know everything, but what we have is too otherworldly and true to deny.” Katherine directed her cupped hand to tuck some of Lizzie’s pink hair behind her ear fin. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie.
Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.
Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. She climbed into her lap, legs wrapping around Lizzie’s torso. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close and they were going to take full advantage of it…
slide u this...can i get some kathlizzie of any variety
On it!!!! o7 Empires2 Kathlizzie upon ye
Lizzie smiled as she sat beside her girlfriend, purring faintly as the princess ran a brush through her long pink hair while her tail swayed idly.
"Your hair is so soft." Katherine complimented with a happy hum in her voice that made Lizzie smile wider.
"Thank you, I do pride myself on my grooming capabilities." Lizzie bragged, and Katherine giggled, a twinkly little sound that made Lizzie's heart jump every time she heard it.
"If you're so good at keeping your hair nice, why do you always come over and ask me to fix it for you?" Katherine teased, and Lizzie smacked her lightly with her tail.
"Do I need a reason to pay you a visit?" She asked.
Katherine giggled and leaned forward to kiss her cheek as Lizzie's face went red. "No, but it still makes me happy every time you come over. I love spending time with you like this." She admitted.
Lizzie purred even louder, a steady thrum of joy in her chest she couldn't mask even if she wanted to. She brushed her cheek against Katherine's with a smile, relishing in the laugh her girlfriend gave at the ticklish feeling.
"Hey, you'll tangle your hair!" Kattherine scolded through laughter, and Lizzie straightened again with a grin.
"Sorry, I'll stay still. Keep going, please." She said.
Katherine ran her hand through her light pink hair and let out a hum. "Okay." She agreed, lifting the brush to her hair to continue while Lizzie relaxed into the feeling once again.
(Sorry it's not much I didn't check my inbox and nearly missed this 😭)
her beloved mortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences
Relationship: F/F
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Status: Completed Oneshot
Word Count: 2,081
Summary: Katherine, being the seamstress that created the brides' dresses and a dear friend of the wives-to-be, was attending a wedding. Her social battery was running low and she had pulled a few all-nighters to get the dresses done in time. She was about ready to go home when this beautiful goddess of a woman called for her attention...
This was written for @belovedgamers through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange! Click on the AO3 link above or look under the cut to read it ^^
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Katherine sang a tune to herself as softly as she could, sitting at a corner table as she sipped her drink. She had a wonderful time at Gem and Pearl’s wedding so far, but the reception seemed to drag on for far too long.
Realistically, when taking a peek at the clock, it had only been thirty minutes since the reception itself started. She was simply running low on energy, which was to be expected after she pulled several all-nighters to craft the brides’ dresses.
Katherine was a seamstress and a rather talented one at that, or so she’s been told. She could make just about anything with some time and enough fabric, making her work quite sought after. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her work, and it paid extremely well, but it could also wear her down if she didn’t practice adequate self-care.
She was grateful that her hands and back weren’t cramping as much as they were earlier, at the very least. The ointment she rubbed in helped a lot; she should see if she could find more. While her comfort was important, she was more concerned with the result that came from her aching hands. Luckily (though there wasn’t much luck to it), the outfits had turned out perfectly!
Katherine was relieved that Gem and Pearl loved their custom wedding dresses and that they’ve held up throughout the ceremony. Those weren’t true concerns for Katherine. She had known Gem and Pearl for quite a long time now (meaning she knew what they liked and she’d made clothing for them before), and she knew her work was quality.
“Are you a siren? Because your voice draws me in,” the unsolicited pick-up line pulled Katherine out of her thoughts. Her head tilted up slightly, shifting her gaze from her drink to the speaker’s eyes.
The man standing in front of her was objectively easy on the eyes, sure, but she had no interest. Katherine had been aware of her extreme preference for girls since before she hit puberty. She never even had to explicitly tell her dad and renny that information; when she was dating her ex, they seemed unsurprised and as if they already knew. Katherine wouldn’t be surprised if they had known because she never attempted to hide her attraction.
Katherine didn’t want to waste his time or hers so she decided to let him off as friendly as she could muster. Katherine gave him a polite smile as she ran her fingers through her long black hair. “I’m not interested, but thank you.”
The man’s flirty expression morphed into one of annoyance. “Come on! You didn’t even give me a chance. I promise I can show you a good time.”
Katherine resisted the urge to scrunch her nose in disgust at his suggestion, finding it wildly unappealing. She hovered a hand over her mouth as she gave him an awkward, airy laugh. “No, no, I’m not-”
“Give me a chance, beautiful,” the man pleaded, reaching forward to grab her wrist. “I can make it worth your-”
Before he could touch her, someone else stepped in, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving any further. “She said she’s not interested.”
Katherine found her attention being captured by her savior. Those thoughts were a bit dramatic, sure, but her savior was practically a goddess walking among mortals. She was stunning and almost ethereal, walking with utter confidence and grace.
The woman had light yet still vibrant pink locks with the bangs pulled back into braids while the rest of her hair laid elegantly against her back. Her ears presented more like fins than the pointed ears Katherine was more used to. The blue fins had a purplish undertone and it all complimented her pink hair well. Blue scales generously peppered the skin exposed by her sleeveless dress. The dress itself was a dark navy, so dark of a blue that it was almost black, and the skirt part of the dress shimmered like stars in the night sky.
The man furrowed his eyebrows, tugging away from her grip harshly. “And who are you? Her girlfriend?”
“Yes, actually,” the beautiful stranger wrapped her arm around Katherine, hand comfortably resting on Katherine’s hip. Katherine blushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was the sudden proximity or if it was the fact that she claimed they were girlfriends. While there was no way for the woman’s claim to be true (they hadn’t met before that moment), Katherine couldn’t imagine protesting it. “Now do yourself a favor and leave before you embarrass yourself any further.”
The man took the hint, grumbling and cursing as he left. Once he was gone, the stranger let out a sigh and, much to Katherine’s delight, kept her hold on Katherine. “Thank the ocean he left! That could have gone horribly wrong. Are you alright?”
“Yes, thank you,” Katherine responded gratefully. Her social battery had been dying, but it seemed to recharge with the arrival of her personal goddess. Katherine found herself wanting to stay by her side and not wanting her to leave.
Neither of them moved, the finfolk’s arm still around her. Her hold was comfortable and safe; Katherine didn’t dare move from it. In fact, she even leaned into her hold. Katherine didn’t know what came over her, but denying herself the touch was out of the question.
“My name is Katherine, by the way,” she murmured softly, hoping offering her name would give an acceptable opening for the other to offer hers.
The finfolk blinked down at her, ear fins twitching slightly. She then smiled, features softening to a point of almost bittersweetness. “I’m Lizzie.”
“Thank you, Lizzie.” Katherine loved the way Lizzie’s name buzzed on her tongue. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“Well, I couldn’t just leave the damsel in distress, now could I?” Lizzie joked with her
sky blue eyes gleaming with humor. “Especially not one as adorable and talented as you. I know you made the brides’ dresses, but did you make your own as well? You did a fantastic job.”
“I did. Thank you. Again.” Katherine dipped her head, partly to accept the compliment and partly to hide her blush. It should be somewhat successful for Lizzie was taller than Katherine was. She offered her free hand to Lizzie, glancing up at her through her eyelashes. “Would you care to dance? I would love to get to know my ‘girlfriend’ better.”
“How could I say no to my gorgeous girlfriend?” Lizzie accepted her offer, taking her hand in hers before leading her to the dance floor. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie.
My Lizzie? Where did that possessiveness come from? Katherine wondered, confused at her own thoughts. She dismissed them, quickly distracted by Lizzie’s guiding movements and the sound of the music around them.
As they danced, Lizzie exuded a sort of energy that was far too joyful than one would expect from a pair of strangers spinning around for hours. Katherine didn’t mind it though, finding it endearing. They didn’t know each other, but Katherine felt very cherished, desired, and valued with the finfolk nearby.
Katherine fed off of Lizzie’s enthusiasm and attention for the remainder of the event, hours flying by within minutes. By the time people started to clear out, Katherine’s throat was scratchy and sore from talking, and her limbs weren’t too much better off. Despite the uncomfortable exhaustion, her primary emotions were bliss and adrenaline.
“I had the most wonderful time,” Katherine breathed out in a giggly rasp. She twisted her hips to twirl the skirt of her dress, both hands in Lizzie’s. Her dress was separated into two parts, more like a blouse and a skirt than a dress. The blouse was snow white with puffy, off the shoulder sleeves. It was short enough to expose a small part of her midriff. The skirt section was high-waisted, seated up high to cover most of the area her top neglected, and it was a pastel purple with white flowers. To tie everything together, she had a white choker and a pastel purple ribbon in her hair.
“Me too.” Lizzie gently tugged on Katherine’s hands, guiding them to her hips. When they were there, Lizzie let go of her hands and went to rest her arms on Katherine's shoulders. “I have missed you, my beloved. I love you.”
Katherine furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but she didn’t pull away. She continued to keep her hands on Lizzie’s hips. Katherine knew that comment must be weird, but, from Lizzie’s lips, she couldn’t find it abnormal. “I… I think I love you too. You didn’t spell me did you?”
She hoped there was a different explanation than that because she never felt so fulfilled than she did now. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Katherine hadn’t realized that slot had existed until her eyes landed on the finfolk woman.
Lizzie snorted at that idea, highly amused. “Spell you? No, no, love, I assure you it isn’t that. I can answer any questions you have, but kissing you first will make it easier.”
“Why does that make sense?” Katherine’s gaze fell to Lizzie’s lips, fully trusting her. It didn’t feel like magic influencing her actions and thoughts. If anything, it was more like a gut feeling that came with personal experience and knowledge.
Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.
Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. The memories she received didn’t overwhelm her, simply slotting in place like they were always meant to be there. She didn’t remember every single detail of her past lives for that would be far too much, but she knew enough.
Her previous thoughts of Lizzie being a goddess were true. She and Katherine fell in love, their love so strong that their souls became entangled with one another. They were a goddess and a mortal destined to reunite time and time again for the rest of time. Every time Katherine died, she was reborn and, twenty or so years after her death, Lizzie would return to the mortal realm to find her once again.
Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close; their souls were finally returned to each other. Flower petals were eagerly embraced by the ocean’s waves, water consuming the petals but never harming their fragile nature. Their love outlasted countless lifetimes, not even death being able to separate them.
At last, their kiss broke. Katherine breathed quick and deep, trying to get air back in her lungs. Lizzie didn’t seem to have the same problem, giving her an apologetic smile and murmuring sweet nothings as she coached Katherine’s breaths.
Once Katherine recovered, she asked, “What now?”
“Whatever you want, my beloved.” Lizzie brushed some of Katherine’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. It wasn’t much, but the gesture felt extremely intimate and familiar. “I have all the time in the world for you.”
“Would you like to come back to my place?” Katherine let her gaze fall as a blush heated her face. Her sleep deprivation and energy she spent that night were catching up to her, but she didn’t want to leave Lizzie’s side just yet. “I am quite fatigued. We could cuddle?”
“Sounds perfect,” Lizzie agreed. She swept Katherine up with ease, taking care not to pull harshly on Katherine’s dress. Katherine squeaked in surprise, but allowed Lizzie to keep her hold. She buried her face against Lizzie’s chest, her limbs relieved to no longer have to hold her own weight. Sleep was quickly coming to her, but she felt safe with Lizzie and trusted her to take care of her, so she welcomed it. Katherine fell asleep in her lover’s arms, feeling appreciated, cared for, and content.
If you want more, I have an alternate ending/deleted scene for this:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen
Relationship: F/F
Archive Warnings: No Arc
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
