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Vinca taking care of a drunk mc?😭👁👄👁

Written by: @cute-ogre

“Look! A Frog!” Nico points excitedly, walking wobbly through the sidewalk.

“Yeah, yeah, amazing, now please, let me take you home.” Vinca’s left hand lifts to hold the smaller woman’s arm, grasping just air as the girl crouches close to an airbust with a little laugh and a awed look on her face.

“Did you know that frogs can’t throw up?” Vinca sighs, looking at the widened brown eyes for a second before replying patiently.

“No, I did not.” Nico nods, gravely.

“Yeah, if they eat something toxic, they throw up their entire stomach, clean it with its feet and swallow it back down.”

There’s a short pause, Vinca blinking at the small woman in horrified silence.

“Well, that’s cursed, I wish I could unlearn that”.

Nico nods and look at the damn frog again, sniffing.

Oh, no, oohhh no,no,no,no.

“It’s called full gastric eversion, it’s kind of like cleaning your pockets.”

“Uh, that’s a lot of frog knowledge you have there!” The blonde woman forces a laugh tugging at Nico’s jacket. “Come on now, nerd, you won’t start crying, will you?”

“Can you imagine how painful it must be? To expel a part of yourself because it’s the only way to save the rest of you from being poisoned?

Yeah, I can.

The sniffing gets louder, and Vinca feels a mix between affection and annoyance directed at this ridiculous girl.

Why did I let her drink so much?

They were just having some drinks to commemorate Nico’s birthday, the woman didn’t even drink that much… oh well. Lightweight.

“It sounds uncomfortable, yeah.” She agrees and Nico finally stands, losing her equilibrium and holding in the blonde’s forearm for balance.”Now let’s leave the little frog alone and go home, okay?”

Nico nods, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Yeah, I’m sorry, I think I’m just…”

“Really Drunk?” Vinca offers with a teasing smile, seeing the other woman laugh a little bit before nodding.

They both resume their walk to home, Vinca gripping Nico’s arm firmly to prevent a fall or any other frog incident, the smaller woman babbling drunkenly, about something related to bikes and…rare heart diseases?, that Vinca definitely did not understand but tries to pay attention anyway.

The wind is warm and nice and if you looked with enough attention, you could almost see the stars in the sky, even with the lights of the city. It’s interesting really, how a city so chaotic like Los Angeles can feel so calm when you are with the right person.

Even if the right person happens to be a really drunk, really tiny woman with very weird conversation topics.

“Vinca?”

Nico tugs at the blonde’s arm, making her look down distractedly.

“Hm?”

She inclines her head, dark hair flying with the wind and cheeks pink from the alcohol.

She is so cute.

“Would you still date me if I was a frog?”

Scratch that, she is a weirdo

There’s another long pause, and Vinca want to laugh because of course the answer is no, she hates frogs, but she really didn’t want to deal with a crying drunk girlfriend.

“Of course- she lies, trying do let the sarcasm out of her voice. But only if I was also a frog. Because, you know, human frog relationship seems wrong.”

What am I even saying?

Vinca tried to find comfort in the fact that she, too, wasn’t 100% sober.

“Even if i threw up my stomach sometimes?”

That would be horrifying, thank you very much

“Yeah, I guess.”

The rest of the walk is uneventful. until they finally get to their destination, and Vinca with some struggle manages to put Nico in pajamas and the two of them get into the bed, the tiny woman glued on her like a koala. The lights are off and they stay in silence for some time until a soft, sleepy whisper is heard.

“I would love you even if you were a frog. I think I would turn into one just to be with you.”

Well that’s the cutest and weirdest way someone has ever told me “I love you”

Vinca can feel her cheeks burn red, being thankful for the darkness of the room.

“Really? How romantic of you.”

She feels Nico’s face buried in her neck, her soft breaths tickling her.

“Yeah, I think you are prettier than a frog though.”

“You better.”

“You are like a frog that has been kissed and became a princess.”

What’s with her and frogs today?

The blonde snorts, hand petting silky dark hair softly.

“Yeah, ok Nerd, go to sleep, you are totally wasted.”

Her girlfriend gives a heavy sigh and Vinca can feel the body on top of hers relax.

“You’re really hot.”

“I know.”

“I wish you were my girlfriend.”

Vinca’s hand stops mid caress and she smirks a little bit.

“I hope you know I will make so much fun of you tomorrow.”

It’s hours later, the sky still dark and her drunk girlfriend completely asleep besides her that Vinca lets herself smile a little stupidly and whisper:

“She would love me even if i was a frog, huh?”

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A piece for Helena being held by MC? Can be fluffy or angsty, just a soft ending please

With the sun long set and Helena's scrolls strewn across her unoccupied desk, the pair took residence within the room they had been so graciously offered in Reiner's castle. Although the blonde positively radiated tension as it held her shoulders in a stiff, rather uncomfortable looking stance. Slipping off the bed, MC padded closer to the window, the view from which Helena's sharp gaze fixated upon.

Despite relying only on candlelight, the dull room was easy to navigate, and upon reaching the sorceress, MC's actions became much more fluid. With delicacy, she placed a soft palm on the blonde's shoulder; only when she did not shirk away from the contact did MC advance. Slowly, with gentle ministrations, the brunette wrapped her much smaller frame around that of Helena's. Both arms held the elder of the two close, moving tenderly in the form of comforting strokes along the planes of her back.

In turn, Helena's attention became divided, and with minimal effort, she chose to focus it solely upon the maiden in her embrace. Returning the gesture earned a a peaceful sigh from MC; such simple intimacy and appreciation brought a smile to Helena's face, easing the tension that had once been in its place.

 After a minutes peace, a hand guided the sorceress to the bed and, with practiced ease, divested both of their garments. MC made sure to maintain the contact, even as they clambered beneath the sheets. Slowly, that very same hand became nestled amongst blonde locks, seeking to untangle each strand until their owner spoke her mind, voicing her worries and concerns over their current situation.

Dilemmas and mind consuming scenarios were recounted, but not once did MC let go, nor would she with Helena tucked underneath her chin. Only after did the blonde feel a sense of relief, of relaxation, as the maiden listened and countered with her own logical reasoning. Reluctant to leave her current position being held within MC's arms, Helena whispered almost inaudibly, "Can I stay here?"

"Of course you can," with that being said, MC pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of the sorceress' head. Helena allowed herself to melt into the embrace, finding her safe haven once more as she had done every night since their fated meeting. MC was tempted to break the silence once more but refrained, choosing to peck Helena's cheek, murmuring a quiet I love you before curling her frame around the blonde's body to fall into a restful slumber. 

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So I recently reread the fanfic where val come back to life but in the end xenia decides to stay with MC (props to the writer it was absolutely wonderful) but I am indeed a sucker for angst. Could someone write a fic where xenia ends up with val again and it's just too much for mc that she decides to leave so xenia could be happy?

The guilt gnawing at the base of her stomach was relentless, churning and ever-present. How could even now, her heart be so torn, longing for another, the one she hadn't chosen. It was tearing her in two, her mind so preoccupied with deciphering what her heart desired rather than focused on those around her. Xenia had withdrawn, pulled herself back, from her role as Spy Mistress, but most notably from MC.

The redhead was not oblivious to such a sudden change; every attempt to garner the mistress' attention proved futile. A wave of a hand or verbal dismissal saw her pushed away countless times, left to fret and ponder where she had went so drastically wrong. More and more nights were spent alone in a bed much too big for one, the cold sheets reminder of the warmth that had receded with Xenia's absence. Pillows often grew damp with the tears that fell, soft whimpers and stifled sobs breaking the silence almost every night. The heir saw it coming, the news that tore her heart and mind asunder. The mistress told her the truth, her heart still craved Val, that she was to try to rekindle what they once had. Although nothing, not even a notion, could soften the blow of such news.

Xenia wished that it wasn't so, that this situation could be avoided, particularly as she watched MC's façade crumble before her very eyes. Those cerulean eyes became glazed, tears barely held back by eyelashes, until they accumulated to the point they cascaded down freckled cheeks with the pull of gravity. Those tracks continued to flow; even past Xenia's last uttered word, it was an apology, one the mistress knew was lacking conviction. There was not a single thing she could do to repair the irreparable damage she had caused; an attempted hug had proven erroneous as the redhead retracted beyond her reach.

Given a command to leave, Xenia did. She couldn't face the consequences of her decision any longer, nor did she wish to make the situation worse by deliberately going against the heir's will. Even as the wooden door shut behind her, nothing successfully blocked out the wails that emanated from within their once shared quarters. Only then did Xenia shed a tear, knowing all too well how she had broken her promises; it would be a regret she would carry throughout her life.

The next morning all that remained of what they once had was a letter. The distinct penmanship was less tidy, some words scrawled and smeared as though hastily written while others appeared blotted by damp patches. The room was empty, lifeless even.

Struggling to comprehend her new reality, Xenia eased herself onto the bed, the frame protesting beneath her weight with a dull creak. Her hands shook, dropping the letter to the floor in succession. MC was gone, yet a faint aroma of her signature perfume lingered; it was a personal favourite of her Queen from the Wilds. It took Xenia all she had not to grasp the heir's pillow, pull it close to her chest and cry. She had expected unease or even avoidance in the near future, but not MC's absence entirely.

It would only be on days she was requested to council meetings that she would lay eyes on the Queen, and never was a glance spared in her direction beyond common courtesy when she spoke.

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Hello could I please get a fic about Helena who has finally passed away to join MC who passed away years earlier please can we have lots of fluff and hugs and cuddles and Helena saying I missed you my love then maybe MC says sweetheart i never left your heart. I was waiting here the whole time. Then they could get the forever they were promised ???

Something along those lines but more fluff and just more would be awesome thank you

Warnings: Mentions and vague descriptions of death.

It was time.

She knew it was time; she had made peace with the inevitable long before now. Her final goodbyes had been bid, and she knew what her next step was; although this task was not on the plane of the living, it was amongst the dead where her wife waited. She knew this would be her final time to close her eyes; this sleep she fell into would be eternal. But she was ready, more than ready for this long-awaited reunification.

Loosely aware of her slipping surroundings, the beep of the machine drowned out; there was silence and nothing but darkness. Those azure eyes remained closed, oblivious as to how the world around her changed. As they slowly fluttered open, she stood in a field, a familiar one at that. Every square inch of landscape was covered in foliage, flowers of every species and colour painted a kaleidoscope, so mesmerising she almost missed the tree. Their tree.

The branches had not changed, gnarled and curled, as years of sunlight drove their growth. The leaves waved as though in greeting with the light wind that shook them from their stillness. Following their bark to the trunk, past the haphazard seat they once occupied, her eyes came to land on the one she sought.

MC in all her glory, having never changed, her youthful features remained intact, with sharp eyes a shade reminiscent of the heather that sprouted from the ground and raven hair that cascaded past her shoulders.

There was no stopping Helena as she ran, faster than she ever had towards her beloved. Meeting her halfway, MC crashed into her chest with such force the pair collapsed, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Although any discomfort was pushed aside as the blonde was overjoyed to be holding her wife once more, it was one of many wishes she pleaded to have fulfilled since she had passed.

The melodic laughter that slipped from MC was truly heart-stopping, nearly pulling forth a wave of tears from Helena as relief swept throughout her body. This was more than she could have hoped for. Using the joy that flooded every limb and action, the sorceress littered the MC's now flushed cheeks with kisses, resulting in additional giggles and half-hearted efforts to return the affection.

Satisfied she had kissed her wife silly, she curled her arms and body around that of the smaller woman. With her face pressed into the top of ebony hair, she quietly murmured, "I missed you, my love, so so much."

A soft hum followed, an acknowledgement only meant to be the start of a response. Gently MC removed her face from the crook of Helena's neck, an almost inaudible whine slipping out as she did so. With grace, a hand rose to cup the sorceress' porcelain cheek, allowing the azure gaze to focus their attention on the one desiring it. 

"I never left," as those delicate words filled the silence, the hand trailed downward, coming to a slow stop, splaying across Helena's ribcage, directly above her heart. "I've always been here," a single finger pointing to what was held beneath, "I promised you that I would wait, and I was very much determined to keep your final request."

"I never had any doubt, my love," Helena mirrored a similar stance, allowing her hand to feel the strong beat in sync with her own. With nothing left on her mind, the blonde relaxed entirely, her forehead now pressed against MC's. The serenity of the memory, now home for their spirits, was ideal; it was where they would rest forevermore together, getting that fairy-tale ending they desired for every moment they spent in each other's presence. 

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Xenia meeting one of MC’s ex girlfriends. HC or Fic is good, some angst but lots of fluff, just give us some jealous Xenia please! x

Written by: @sapphics-choices

You take a deep cleansing breath as you stroll past the Autumn quarter. The council finally gave you a free day to relax. It was a bit disappointing when you found out that Xenia was meeting with her spy network so she couldn’t accompany you. That’s how you found yourself walking along the cobbled streets of the Autumn quarter. The cool breeze and the citrus-sweet scent of the air remind you so much of her.

You turned to a corner towards the tavern that you and Xenia frequented when a solid weight bumped into you. Fortunately, they were able to grab your arm, preventing you from toppling over.

“Goodness! I apologize, I didn’t see you—MC?”

You felt a jolt of surprise as you saw who bumped into you, it was her. Your ex-girlfriend, Isabel.  

“Isa?” you gasped, reverting back to your old nickname for her. The last time you saw her was when you were teenagers, barely 15 spans old. She was one of your classmates. One night, in the middle of the solstice, you kissed her. But before your relationship reached its anniversary, she and her family moved away to a different kingdom. You haven’t seen her ever since.

Well, not until today.

“It is you, MC! I never expected to see you here! Look at you, you’ve changed so much.” She was beaming at you with that delightful smile you remembered so fondly.

“I live in Altadelly’s now.” You inform her, which was a gross understatement. “What about you? When did you return to Lysende?”

“Oh, my family and I decided to visit some relatives here in the Autumn quarter for a few weeks. We just arrived last night, and I wanted to do a bit of sightseeing.”

You felt yourself comforted by her familiar presence. And before you knew it, you were sitting with her at the tavern, chatting like no time has passed.

“By the way, I heard some intriguing news. They said that the lost queen has returned to the throne. Can you believe that?” She said excitedly. You could feel your face heating up again, and you thought how lucky it is that you left your crown in your room before you went exploring. And that the staff here was very discreet.

“Yes. It was a surprise to many. Did you know that they initially thought it was Tansy?!” You said, voice betraying disgust as you recalled that unpleasant memory.

Isabel copied your disgust and after a beat, you both dissolved into giggles. After a few moments, you noticed Isabel gazing at you, with a smile playing on her lips.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, Isabel shakes her head.

“No, it is not that. I have just really missed you, sun drop.” She says, using her old pet name for you. “Do you ever think about us? How we used to be?”

You felt yourself at a loss for words, this is not how you expected your day to go. “Isabel, I—“ you start to form an apology, stating that you’re happily with someone but then…

“Your Majesty.” Someone said behind you, and you jumped as you recognized who it was.

Sure enough, as you turned, Xenia was there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Frost, how much did she hear?

“Xenia! Are you finished with your errands?” You hear your voice pitching high with nerves; Isabel looked at you and the Spy Mistress, confused.

“Yes, I thought I might catch you here in our tavern. But you seem to already be occupied.” You heard how she put emphasis on our. But her face remained a stoic mask.

She then landed her eyes on Isabel, and you know Xenia enough to recognize the small changes on her face that betrayed her actual emotions.

You saw her eyes narrow ever so slightly behind her veil, her shoulders growing stiff, the same way when she’s faced with annoying councilmen.

Finally, you remembered your manners and quickly stood up to introduce them to each other.

“I apologize, allow me to introduce Xenia, Mistress of the Spies. Xenia, this is Isabel. My…friend.” you hesitated on what to label Isabel, was she friend? An ex-girlfriend? You know that Xenia had noted that hesitation in your voice and did not offer any of her hands to shake but instead stared her down.

Isabel couldn’t look her in the eye and instead levelled her gaze on me.

“Sun drop, did she call you Your Majesty?” You felt Xenia tense behind you as Isabel again, used the pet name.

“She, is right here. And you heard it correctly. It is only proper to address the reigning monarch of the kingdom by her title, is it not?” Xenia replied. “Or do they not teach you that in whatever place you hailed from?”

Isabel was shocked, which is to be expected. But then shakes her head, and looked at me rueful smile on her face. “How ironic, we used to play princesses and knights when we were younger. And I was always your valiant knight, rescuing you from monsters.”

You let out a laugh at the sudden memory. “It is kind of a funny coincidence. Isa, I am sorry for not telling you immediately.”

“It is alright, MC.” She replied, with her easy smile. “Clearly, I missed out on a lot. Do not fret, this just gives us more time to catch up.”

You smiled back, but then you hear the tell-tale swoosh of Xenia’s elaborate gown as she quickly strode away from our booth. You couldn’t see her face but from the tense arc of her shoulders and how the patrons of the tavern practically jumped away from her when she passed them, you know she is upset.

Before you even know it, you quickly offered Isabel a hasty goodbye, and hurried to catch up to Xenia. But when the Spy Mistress does not want to be found, you will not find her.

Finally, as you reach the palace, you tried one last time to search for her, knocking on the door to her room, you were surprised to hear her quiet voice allowing you to enter.

She was perched onto a seat in a corner, staring at the tanks where her spiders live. But what concerned you was the look of utter sadness in her face.

“Xenia?” You moved closer, hesitant. “Is something the matter?”

She was quiet for a few moments, and as you thought that she was ignoring you, she suddenly speaks. With a voice that’s filled with bittersweet.

“She was your lover, was she not?” She said, staring at her spiders skittering about the tank.

“When we were young, yes. We ended things when she moved away.”

“But now she has returned and wants you back.” It was not a question. And it only confirms that she heard what Isabel said.

“It is what she implied earlier, yes.”

“Oh, believe me, darling. She wants you back. I can see it in her eyes. That sense of propriety in them when she looked at you. As if you would run back into her arms the minute she says so.” Her voice was becoming louder now.

Then it hits you, “Are you jealous?”

“Of course I am, silly girl! You are brilliant and kind. As soon as you ascended the throne, every noble wanted your hand. But for some reason, you still chose me, a foreigner with a horrible reputation. A pariah. I couldn’t understand why, despite knowing what I did to you, to Val.”

Her voice hitches as she mentions his name, as it always does. You reached out to offer comfort, but she stood up and started pacing.

“I thought I was lucky. Of course, I did. I could only hope that a star that shines as bright as you would even deign to shine your light on me. And when you did, I feel like the luckiest woman alive. So I’ve accepted it, basked in it. However, in the back of my mind, there is this horrible, terrible voice whispering that one day, one day, you will finally see the dark, twisted being sleeping beside you and leave. Perhaps you will get swept off your feet by some dashing prince or your long lost love would return.”

She gazed at me, meaningfully. Eyes heavy with sadness but I can also see a note of bitter acceptance.

You walked towards her, taking quick, deliberate steps and held her hand firmly in your grasp. Your eyes gazing straight into her deep eyes.

“Listen to me, and I will only say it once.” You said, voice firm but gentle.

“I understand that you are afraid.” She quietly scoffs at that, but you continued on.

“You lost your first love. You have been hurt many times, in ways no one should ever be. You had to build walls around yourself so that it will protect you from all of it. But Xenia, I am here now. I have seen all parts of you, but I stayed. I know what you are capable of doing, the things you did, but I remained because I also see what amazing, loving, protective woman you are. So believe me when I say that I am never going away. I may have loved Isabel in the past. But it remains there, in the past. It does not compete with how much I love you now.”

You felt Xenia’s handshake, quiet tears rolling down her eyes. You long to reach them, to wipe them away and she must have seen that desire in your eyes because she gently guides one of your hands under her veil and laying it on her soft cheek. It was impossibly warm as the rest of her is, and you gently wiped the tear away. Finally, she kissed the palm of your hand before you let go.

She leads you to her bed and a few minutes pass as you both lay cuddling under the covers when she finally spoke again.

“I apologize for worrying, and storming away like that.”

“To be honest, I was slightly pleased to see that you are also capable of angry storm outs like the rest of us common folk.” You laughed.

She groans quietly against my shoulder.

“We are never returning to that tavern again.”

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I request an angsty but fluffy Lavinia fic, where she gets jealous of MC getting along very well with Ezra and spending more time with him (and also gets mad at Ezra, because she hasn’t gotten her heart back yet and she feels like he isn’t focusing on their mission.) Mc doesn’t know that Lavinia is the Ice Queen yet tho. 👀 (I hope this isn’t too specific. It’s okay of stuff changes.)

Pairing with: I’m in desperate need of some Lavinia content >///< Please please please do something cute and angsty and maybe MC’s and Lavinia’s first kiss. 

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Written by @somekidnamedkai

She was glaring daggers at Ezra. ‘Why him? I’m so much nicer than Ezra is’ Lavinia thought as she watched Ezra and MC, practically chatting each other’s asses off. The two got along quite nicely, much to Lavinia’s chagrin. She wouldn’t say she was jealous, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t.

Instead of doing his job, like he was supposed to, Ezra decided to steal Lavinia’s friend for himself. And she just stood from afar and watched. It made her mad. She thought she and MC were becoming friends, maybe more, but then she suddenly spends all that time with the wolf boy. Of course, the two girls still spent time together, they’d talk in class, on the way to another, and the weekends.

But it wasn’t as much. Ever since she met Ezra and he stole her away from Lavinia. And for what? To avoid their mission? She was going to get her heart back, whether Ezra helped or not. She just.. well she would’ve preferred his help.

Lavinia was cut from her thoughts when she heard a yelp. She shook her head to see Ezra, with his arm around MCs waist, he leaned into her with a smirk, making Lavinia even madder. He better not try anything with her, she was Lavinia’s- friend. Just friend. She wanted to intervene between the two, but she didn’t want them to know she was watching them, although it was probably quite obvious.

A second later MCs laughter rang out, it was music to Lavinia’s ears. She loved hearing the other girls laugh, especially when it was because of her. Lavinia let a smile slide on her face and she let out a small chuckle. She stopped when she heard Ezra laugh also, remembering, MC wasn’t laughing with her, but with him.

Lavinia let out a low growl before leaving the cafeteria. She wasn’t mad, not at all, she just.. all of a sudden had a whim to go to class. MC did bring out the better in her, after all. But she still didn’t go to class, instead, she stormed off into the forest, ignoring all of the other students, the ones she didn’t ignore were the ones she pushed out of her way, “get lost,” she barked at one of them.

A couple of days passed, and Lavinia tried to shake off her jealousy, although she still wouldn’t admit it. She was still jealous. She was on her way to class, so she could talk with her crush, but once she gets there she’s met with MC, and not a shock, talking with her new best friend, Ezra. She rolled her eyes before walking up to them, “So. You two having fun?” She asked, biting back the venom in her voice.

MC nodded at Lavinia, “Yeah. I was just telling Ezra an interesting story about me, my brother, and Arin when we were in high school, it’s really funny,” She explained. “I can tell you if you want also.”

Lavinia smiled at MC, a smile that was only for her. “Yeah, if you wa-“ She started to talk but was interrupted by a couple of students who walked between them to get to class. Well, the three were blocking the door. She glared at the people who walked by. “Hey- I was talking!” She growled at them, to be returned by one rolling her eyes, and the other just ignored her, probably out of fear.

She looked back over to see Ezra resting his chin on MCs head, “Well you guys have fun, try and stop Lavinia from killing people, MC,” Ezra told them, teasing Lavinia. He earned a glare from Lavinia. ‘Who does he think he is? Stealing her away, and then mocking me’ she thought. He was so done for later. Lavinia could’ve sworn she saw him kiss MC on her forehead before he left, only making her madder.

“So, do you want to hear it, Lavinia?” MC asked as she walked into the classroom, but Lavinia still had her angry expression. “Lavinia?”

“Why don’t you continue telling it to your boyfriend? Since you two are so inseparable, leave me alone,” she spat out at MC, before leaving. Lavinia stormed out of the school, wanting to blow some steam off. She saw Ezra, he looked like he was minding his business, but she’d never know.

Lavinia marched over to Ezra, she had multiple bones to pick with him. “Ezra. Wolf.” She said, with a lot of annoyance in her voice. Lavinia was mad at him, and nothing was going to stop that.

Ezra looked back at her, “yeah, Lavinia?” he asked her nonchalantly, oblivious to the fact she was mad at him. She was rude and looked mad all of the time, so how was he supposed to know this time it was her fault?

She glared at him, “First you ignore your job that I’m paying you to do, next you go and cozy up with MC, and steal her away from me. What is your problem?” She told him, the venom in her voice she held back earlier, clearly being heard.

“My problem?” Ezra asked, getting angry. He may have been seen as a ‘bad boy’ in class, who doesn’t care about anything, but he still didn’t like people making accusations and spitting words at him. Even if it was one of his friends. “I’ll get you your heart. I’m looking. So I made a friend? You introduced us, need I remind you. And I didn’t steal her away from you at all, she’s not yours,” he growled back at her.

That made Lavinia madder. “Please you two are more than friends,” she argued.

“How, exactly?” Ezra asked, crossing his arms, looking at Lavinia, waiting for the answer.

Lavinia looked at him like he was an idiot before answering, “You love her.” She answered.

“She’s my friend. Of course, I love her.”

   “You know what I meant.” Lavinia barked back. She didn’t want to talk much about this, she was upset. She thought the girl she loved, loved Ezra.

“I don’t love her like that. Not the way that you so clearly do,” Ezra snapped back at Lavinia.

Without saying another word, Lavinia just stormed off, not wanting to hear another word. If they were just friends why would they be so flirty and close, if they were just friends why did he kiss her head, if they were just friends- she was interrupted from her thoughts by bumping into Nora.

“What’s your problem, Nora?” Lavinia snapped at her.

Nora immediately put her hands up, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I think I should be the one asking you that question,” She replied to the Ice Queen, who was on the floor from falling when they bumped into each other.

Lavinia sighed. She had a feeling she should tell someone, she may not have liked it, but she opened her mouth to tell Nora everything, “I don’t know. I’m just mad that Ezra and MC are so close, and they claim to be just friends, there’s clearly something going on there. Ezra is also neglecting the mission he’s supposed to be doing and find my heart, just so he can cozy up to- Hey why am I telling you this?”

A smirk crept onto Nora’s face as she answered: “I put an honesty spell on you a while ago so you have to be honest every time you talk to me.” Lavinia groaned when she heard the response. She just got up and left, not saying another word. Not wanting to either.

Lavinia decided to skip class for a day, which turned into two days, which turned into many days, which soon became a couple of weeks. She didn’t want to go to class, she could just cheat or get someone to do the work for her. “Lavinia! Where are you?!” A familiar voice called. She knew who the voice belonged to immediately.

“MC, what do you want?” She glared at the girl who turned around the corner. Lavinia half expected her to be smiling, but no. She looked upset. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” She asked as she walked over, immediately softening up for the girl in front of her.

“You’re my friend. And you seemed like you were mad at me, and I was talking with Ezra-“ MC started to talk, but was interrupted by a growl from Lavinia when she mentioned Ezra’s name. “He said you were mad at something, to do with him and me. I don’t want to be the reason you’re mad,” MC continued to explain, as a tear rolled down her face.

“I’m shocked your boyfriend didn’t tell you everything,” Lavinia said with a chuckle. She thought he would’ve ratted her out, because of what she said, part of her didn’t care, but most of her didn’t want MC to know who she really was.

“Ezra isn’t my boyfriend, we’re just friends,” MC replied. Lavinia heard those two call each other ‘just friends’ so much. She began to think it was a secret code saying: ‘we’re secretly dating.’

“I know you two aren’t just friends! I know you love him! Don’t lie to me. What friend kisses their other friend’s head, or who flirts with their ‘just friend’ or-!” Lavinia began to yell but was cut off by MC grabbing her cheeks and pulling her down, giving her a deep kiss.

“I like you. Not Ezra. We’re only flirty as a joke, he’s not the one I want to be with. I want to be with you,” MC told Lavinia after she pulled away, leaving the white-haired girl stunned.

Lavinia sighed. Great, she just ruined her friendship with MC right before, “You do?” she asked, sorrow in her voice, sorrow for everything, for yelling, for shutting her out. MC nodded in response.

Lavinia smirked slightly, “So if I didn’t just ruin everything, can I steal a kiss from you?” she asked, with a sad chuckle, as the other girl nodded, kissing her again.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can we get a cute head canon on what studying with Arin is like? I love everything about them!

Written by: @somekidnamedkai​

I loved writing these! I love Arin so much, I can’t wait for their route

Before Arin admitted they had feelings for you, whenever you two studied they’d be a little quiet and look more into the books

They’d often get you a coffee or some tea, maybe a snack to eat also, so you wouldn’t fall asleep or get hungry and thirsty.

Arin would smile behind their book at you, as a way of saying how much they appreciated you, without necessarily saying those words.

“You’re on the wrong page again,” they would tell you often, even if you were on the right page just to tease you.

You’d get them back for their teasing by purposely answering a question wrong. So wrong, with an answer that had nothing to do with the question.

“Alright so after all that, it leads to?” “Abraham Lincoln.” They always laughed after your ridiculous answers.

If you ever fell asleep Arin would shake their head, and smack your head to wake you up, “Hey, sleeping beauty, get up” their voice rang.

When you studied with Arin you would always get a lot of work done, along with lots of laughs.

After Arin confessed their feelings to you, your study dates only got better and better

More coffee. And snacks. They always brought snacks if you studied at the library, because you asked, and even when you didn’t. They still did, cause you’d get hungry sometimes.

And when you guys studied at your place, they still brought the snacks because you aren’t cooking.

Instead of sitting across from you at the table where you normally studied at the library, they’d sit next to you, and you two would hold hands, fingers interlocked.

Arin would only tease you more whilst the two of you studied, it was never-ending.

You’d have your payback by giving them a little kiss on their cheek or nose sometimes before you’d flip the pages in their book, losing the page.

Arin would tickle you a lot. Loving to hear your laugh, it was their favorite sound. “Arin.. stop it!” “Nope!”

They always had a grin on their face after making you breathless from tickling. A grin you loved.

Arin would smile at you a lot when you were focused, they were nothing but adored by the concentration on your face when you were doing something.

They’d also smile at you when you ate or did just anything because they loved studying with you, it made them happy to be with you.

Your study dates would often end with a small kiss goodbye, they didn’t like PDA, but they loved kissing you goodbye for anything and everything, not even if it was just from a study date.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Xenia with an MC who’s terrified of spiders (because of a bad experience or just because). Thanks =)

When Alecto crawled into view, Xenia hadn’t been prepared for a body to collide into her own. Hands desperately clawed at her dress, bunching the reams of cloth in tightly clasped palms. She felt a frame press flush against her back, trembling even though their face was buried into her shoulder, successfully hiding the spider from view. “MC?” Curiosity and genuine concern were laced in Xenia’s tone, mirrored by the action of two arms moving backwards to make contact with the younger woman. As her hands brushed along freckled shoulders, an instinctive flinch almost convinced her to draw away. Without averting her gaze from MC, she dismissed her spider with a single flick of her wrist. At that very moment, MC became painfully aware of how Xenia’s body stiffened beneath her touch. To make matters worse, her heart continued to pound in her chest, threatening to leap from the confines of her ribcage. Following a broken exhalation, MC forced herself to pull away, attempting to salvage the comfortable atmosphere that once existed between the pair. A quiet apology slipped from her lips before she could think, as her stomach knotted at the countless thoughts that may be crossing the mistress’ mind. Although any coherent notions escaped her as two fingers tilted her chin upward, sending her auburn tresses tumbling over her shoulders. The motion alone drew her cerulean gaze upward, landing on supple, grey lips for a split second before continuing their ascent. Unfocussed they met Xenia’s line of sight, though her head was still reeling in a state of panic.

Sensing her words were not being heard, and that a distant look remained on the redhead’s face, the spy mistress took matters into her own hands literally. The fingers that lightly gripped MC’s chin rose, coming to rest upon a freckled cheek, earning a flicker of recognition within those vividly blue irises. Repeating herself, Xenia muttered, “You have nothing to be sorry for dear girl, you did nothing wrong." “But I..." “Saw one of my spiders, yes, but it is I who should apologise, for if I had been more perceptive, I could have saved you from such a scare.” Despite those words holding some truth, MC couldn’t help but shake her head fondly. Of course, Xenia would take the blame for such a situation. “Then I should have made you aware of such a fear in advance; this isn’t on your shoulders.” 

“Regardless of whom is to blame, are you well?”

“All’s well now; I didn’t mean to scare him nor you.”

“He will be fine, as will I, but may I ask what evoked such a..?”

“An overreaction?” MC had to muffle a scoff behind her palm, despite the situation evidently lacking humour. Xenia watched as MC’s often chipper demeanour fell apart becoming sombre within a split second. “I wasn’t just teased for my ears as a child, any fear I outwardly expressed was forever taken advantage of. One of many being spiders, I was tormented to no end, though I never wanted to harm the creatures, they didn’t deserve to be punished for the actions of someone else’s foolishness.”

Xenia’s heart ached as the story unfolded and tears cascaded down flushed cheeks. She wished she had the power to spare MC the pain that memories of the past brought. Instead, all she could do was offer the promise of solace, given in the form of an embrace. Her arms curled around both shoulders and waist, their grip soft and secure as she patiently waited for sobs and hiccups to lessen. Only then would she let go.