Sapphic Summer 2025 - My entries
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xwyndxAny: Any/Any/Any - infinity (Amphibia, Anne/Marcy/Sasha)
Anne thought she would never feel infinite again.
She could never forget that day. That moment of pure joy and power, friendship and love, when she and her two best friends held the magic of the box and saved Amphibia from the Core… It felt like nothing had ever felt before. They were magic came to life, they were pure light and color, future and hope and love combined. They— the three of them— had been infinity.
Anne thought she would never feel anything like that again. She tried not to think about how dull everything seemed, without Sprig, without Amphibia… without them. Sasha and Marcy.
People follow different paths. Everyone kept saying that to her. Then why did it sting so much? Why could she never forget their beautiful, smiling faces?
Anne thought she would never feel infinite again, until, one day, Marcy and Sasha came back to her life. As they waited for Anne at the doors of the museum, Anne’s lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in years. And when they left together, Anne holding both their hands, she knew it was never the magic box.
It was them. They were infinite.
She could never forget that day. That moment of pure joy and power, friendship and love, when she and her two best friends held the magic of the box and saved Amphibia from the Core… It felt like nothing had ever felt before. They were magic came to life, they were pure light and color, future and hope and love combined. They— the three of them— had been infinity.
Anne thought she would never feel anything like that again. She tried not to think about how dull everything seemed, without Sprig, without Amphibia… without them. Sasha and Marcy.
People follow different paths. Everyone kept saying that to her. Then why did it sting so much? Why could she never forget their beautiful, smiling faces?
Anne thought she would never feel infinite again, until, one day, Marcy and Sasha came back to her life. As they waited for Anne at the doors of the museum, Anne’s lungs filled with fresh air for the first time in years. And when they left together, Anne holding both their hands, she knew it was never the magic box.
It was them. They were infinite.
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A Vow for the Future
Any: Any/ Any - "I could be your type, I'm your zombie bride" (Corpse Bride, Emily/Victoria)
Any: Any/ Any - "I could be your type, I'm your zombie bride" (Corpse Bride, Emily/Victoria)
Victoria’s hand is warm and soft. Emily wants nothing more than let her cold fingers linger over Victoria’s for no other reason than to feel the woman’s skin against her bare bone.
The contact only lasts a couple of seconds. Victoria breaks it to keep moving her fingers across the piano. She looks up for a moment, to Emily, and smiles demurely. “Am I doing it right?” she asks softly, with a hint of self-doubt.
Emily forces herself to smile cheerfully. “You are getting it fast!” she congratulates, and it’s true. Ever since Emily started visiting the land of the living as regularly as Elder Gutknecht would allow, she’d been helping Victoria learn to play the piano, something the young woman always wanted to do but was against her parents desires. Well, she doesn’t live with her parents anymore.
“That’s because she lives with her husband.”
Emily quickly smacks Maggot, who had tried to escape her ear. The movement attracts Victoria’s attention.
“Just a bug,” Emily excuses herself with a giggle. “Let’s take it from here.” She decides, which might be an excuse to grab Victoria’s beautiful hands and guide them towards the correct keys.
Yes, Emily knows that Victoria is married and Emily is… well, dead. But Victoria’s marriage was arranged, not for love. And about the second objection…
The contact only lasts a couple of seconds. Victoria breaks it to keep moving her fingers across the piano. She looks up for a moment, to Emily, and smiles demurely. “Am I doing it right?” she asks softly, with a hint of self-doubt.
Emily forces herself to smile cheerfully. “You are getting it fast!” she congratulates, and it’s true. Ever since Emily started visiting the land of the living as regularly as Elder Gutknecht would allow, she’d been helping Victoria learn to play the piano, something the young woman always wanted to do but was against her parents desires. Well, she doesn’t live with her parents anymore.
“That’s because she lives with her husband.”
Emily quickly smacks Maggot, who had tried to escape her ear. The movement attracts Victoria’s attention.
“Just a bug,” Emily excuses herself with a giggle. “Let’s take it from here.” She decides, which might be an excuse to grab Victoria’s beautiful hands and guide them towards the correct keys.
Yes, Emily knows that Victoria is married and Emily is… well, dead. But Victoria’s marriage was arranged, not for love. And about the second objection…
The corpse sighs, her face going soft at the image of Victoria playing beside her. There’s no rush. Emily is nothing but patient.
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“Could you run faster?” Elektra urges.
“I’m sorry I’m not a ninja,” Karen quips, breath fast and heart hammering.
“Remind me how I ended up protecting Matt’s little friends,” Elektra says and grabs Karen’s wrist to yank her into a new corridor. Karen’s heart jumps again, but this time she doesn’t think it’s the race.
There’s voices behind them, growing in volume and anger. Karen tries to look, but she gets yanked again into a small space, the noise of a door closing and steps rushing through the corridor following.
“It’s not my fault you insist on getting involved in every Daredevil mission,” Karen manages to form the words, even though she’s very aware of Elektra’s body pressing against her in the small space. “Which are usually related to our law firm.”
“It’s a miracle no one has pinned down his identity yet.”
Karen ignores Elektra’s snark because the warrior’s hands are on her hips and she suddenly can’t remember how to breathe. What feels like centuries pass in that small closet when Karen gathers the courage to look up and see Elektra smirking, like she knows exactly what’s going on inside the blonde’s head, because she probably does. Karen finds out that she doesn’t mind, as long as Elektra’s fingers keep brushing her waist and her dark eyes are still on hers.
“Ready for our big escape?” Elektra whispers.
No, Karen thinks. “Yes,” she says.
Elektra grabs her hand to run again. Karen doesn’t complain.
“I’m sorry I’m not a ninja,” Karen quips, breath fast and heart hammering.
“Remind me how I ended up protecting Matt’s little friends,” Elektra says and grabs Karen’s wrist to yank her into a new corridor. Karen’s heart jumps again, but this time she doesn’t think it’s the race.
There’s voices behind them, growing in volume and anger. Karen tries to look, but she gets yanked again into a small space, the noise of a door closing and steps rushing through the corridor following.
“It’s not my fault you insist on getting involved in every Daredevil mission,” Karen manages to form the words, even though she’s very aware of Elektra’s body pressing against her in the small space. “Which are usually related to our law firm.”
“It’s a miracle no one has pinned down his identity yet.”
Karen ignores Elektra’s snark because the warrior’s hands are on her hips and she suddenly can’t remember how to breathe. What feels like centuries pass in that small closet when Karen gathers the courage to look up and see Elektra smirking, like she knows exactly what’s going on inside the blonde’s head, because she probably does. Karen finds out that she doesn’t mind, as long as Elektra’s fingers keep brushing her waist and her dark eyes are still on hers.
“Ready for our big escape?” Elektra whispers.
No, Karen thinks. “Yes,” she says.
Elektra grabs her hand to run again. Karen doesn’t complain.
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Yesterday
Any: Any/Any - yesterday (Wednesday, Enid Sinclair/Wednesday Addams)
Also part of July Bingo Break. Prompt: Exact Drabble (100 words)
Any: Any/Any - yesterday (Wednesday, Enid Sinclair/Wednesday Addams)
Also part of July Bingo Break. Prompt: Exact Drabble (100 words)
“Yesterday was magical,” Enid dreamily drops on her bed.
“It was horrifying,” Wednesday adds, monotone and blunt. She is sitting perfectly straight on her desk.
Enid gasps and clutches the fabric over her chest. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it! I would cry!”
“Cry then,” Wednesday deadpans.
“You are so cruel,” Enid says dramatically and ignores Wednesday’s quick ‘thank you’ in response. “I gave my heart to you and we kissed in this bed and it was magical,” she insisted.
“It was torture.”
Enid gasped again, understanding. “But you love torture!”
Wednesday glances at Enid’s bright smile and smirks.
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I'm winning
Any: Any/Any(/Any) - it's not a competition (but it totally is) (Heroes of Olympus, Piper McLean/Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano)
Also part of July Bingo Break. Prompt: "Location: Summer Camp"
Any: Any/Any(/Any) - it's not a competition (but it totally is) (Heroes of Olympus, Piper McLean/Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano)
Also part of July Bingo Break. Prompt: "Location: Summer Camp"
"It's not a competition," Piper says, forcing a smile. "This is about letting our roman friends participate in our camp."
"Not a competition at all," Reyna agrees, though her fiery eyes say otherwise. "We're just here to have fun."
First was canoe races on the lake. Romans and Greeks were heated by the competition, but Piper and Reyna were the most passionate, row against row crossing the line together in first place. Next was combat training, chariot races, obstacle courses...
It didn't end there. If Piper dazzled everyone with her stories and beauty over the fireplace, Reyna would top that with fascinating stories about the legion. If Reyna had all Hermes campers cleaning the cabin under her command, Piper would call upon her siblings to decorate the Aphrodite cabin with laces and flowers.
They clash on the lake on a hot summer night and challenge each other to a swimming race. Piper wins by an inch.
"Why are you so annoying?" Reyna says, wet t-shirt sticking to her skin.
"Why are you so bossy?" Piper retorts, flashing her eyelids.
When they start kissing, none of them know who started it and they don't care. There's only Reyna's fingertips against Piper's waist, and Piper gently tugging at Reyna's black hair, while their tongues meet and clash, thirsty and desperate.
They part for air, and Reyna smirks. "I won that one," she says.
“No way, I want a rematch,” Piper gasps against her lips, and erases the distance again.