"I Don't Have The Strength To See You Cry..."

Imagine...

Bela and you are playing around the castle. It's like tag in away. Something you say while she chases you makes her go feral. Her movements and advances aren't as playful and calculated as before. It was more...wild, like a you'd let a beast out of its cage to play. She was only a whisper away as she growled...

"My playful little one...I want to tear you apart."

:dying noises: This is so cute 🥺

Just a little Holiday fluff I wrote for our favorite Sorceress! Happy Holigays, folks 😊♥️ 

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My breath catches in my throat as soon as I enter the living room. Helena’s silhouette brilliantly outlined by the soft glow of  the fireplace. The lean muscles in her arms flexing ever so slightly as she meticulously places ornaments upon our first Christmas tree. My heart warms at the sight of it, and I can’t help the fond smile that rises to my lips. Long strips of moonlit hair cascading over her focused eyes with each ornament that goes up. A master at everything she does, I had never seen a Christmas tree look more perfect. It was almost as perfect as her.

“Babe?” I ask her softly, causing her bright blue eyes to catch mine sharply.

“Yes, my love?”

“Here, I brought you something to try.” I reply as I hand her a steaming mug with Santa’s face on the side of it.

“And what is this called?” She raises the mug to her delicate nose, taking in the aroma before indulging herself in a long sip - her eyes widening as the taste fully hits her tongue.

“First tell me.. do you like it?” I ask teasingly.

“I enjoy it very much, yes.” She says before eagerly taking another sip.

“This is my Grandmother’s special hot chocolate.” I say with a smile. “The secret is adding just a little bit of peppermint to it.”

“It’s quite lovely. Was your Grandmother an alchemist?” She asks as she finishes the contents of her drink.

“Nope. She just loved chocolate.” I reply with a laugh as I join Helena by the tree - wrapping one arm around her waist as I pulled her closer. A soft kiss to her cheek and all I can smell is chocolate dipped Helena with a splash of peppermint.

“You smell incredible.” I tell her, leaning in for another kiss.

“Oh? Do I, now?” She gives me a little smirk before placing a warm, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Mmh.. Yes, you do.” I say, kissing her back. “And you’re a vision by fire light, too, might I add.”

This time she blushes, slightly averting her eyes as she attempts to turn her focus back to the ornaments.

“You flatter me, my love.” She says softly.

“Let me tell you a little secret, babe.” I say as I lean in a little closer to her ear. “It’s not flattery if it’s true.”

This time she shudders, and I know my plan to fluster her is working. Her dark blue eyes shifting back to mine and she softly bites her bottom lip before giving me another smirk.

“You know… my love. If you keep this up, we’ll never finish this lovely tree of ours.”

“Sounds like a fair trade to me.” I say, kissing her again.

She slowly drops the ornament in her hand to the ground, firmly wrapping her arms around my waist as she pulls me in for a heated kiss. The sweet smell of chocolate and peppermint still on her lips as I drink her in, indulging in as much of her as I can. The glow of the fire place dancing playfully off her hair like it was caught helplessly in a stream of moonlight. My heart, warm, as the thought of spending my first Christmas with the love of my life spilled out into me. Helena was safe, loved, never to broken by the Witch Queen again - her first Christmas Eve spent cozily by the firelight - as our tongues wrote out exactly how we felt, with the sounds of Christmas filling the air.

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Introduction to ABΩ

MacKenzie: Here at Alpha Beta Omega we encourage you to be open with who you are and what you believe in. Vivienne: What Mac TRYING to say was if you’re lesbian or can be turned, this is the place to be. MacKenzie: That was not what I was trying to say. Vivienne: Name one person here at Alpha who’s straight. Please. MacKenzie: … Vivienne: Exactly.

“Kryptonite...”

Lucinda POV:

Why, did I do this? Who in their actual right mind would go with a woman who they don't know? Well. Me! I am in a car with a woman I call Crimson. We are in total silence. I'm watching her out of the corner of my eye."What are you dreaming about, what's on your mind?" I glance over, "Thinking." She turns her body toward me. "Diamond for your thoughts?"

"I thought it was a penny..." She grins, toying with her serpent ring. "Hm, well, pennies are useless to me. Plus, I feel like diamonds would convince you to tell me what those big doe eyes of yours are dazing about." I discover my face a new shade of red. "I'm thinking about how did I get into a car with a woman whom I don't know the first name of." She chuckles, softly caressing my hand.

"I guess it's about time I tell you." She smirks, softly kissing my hand. I don't recoil this time, surprisingly. "Vivienne Tang," I beam, hesitantly kiss her cheek, murmuring in her ear. "Lucinda Valentine." Before I pull away, her gloved hand encased my cheek, luring me into a deliberate searing kiss. My mind is already running at a mile a minute. Holy- She is an AMAZING kisser.

I smile softly against her lips, biting her bottom lip as we pull away. her eyes widen, "You're immune?! How are you still conscious?!" I gawk at her for a moment. We kiss and the first thing you say is "You're immune, how are you still conscious?" Damn, Vivienne. I wasn't conscious for long because my head was spinning and my vision was blurring.

Vivienne POV:

After my kiss with Lucinda, I was genuinely concerned with why she was still awake. My lipstick's poison and it knocks someone out, instantaneously. She's different, Special.  She is special if she didn't want me when she laid eyes on me. She probably desired to taunt me...Make me want her instead of her wanting me.

Lucinda looks more adorable when she is asleep. But, I adore staring into her eyes...and her innocent face. I want to take that. I'd rather take her innocence than her life. I want her eyes on me, and only me. Her big, innocent doe eyes. I want those eyes heavy with desire. The desire that she wants me, needs me. Zoe spoke up from the front of the car. "Carmen Sandiego we're at your house, have a nice night."

I look at Zoe, my friend since 20. "You too, but don't hermit like you usually do." She laughs, as I drag the unconscious Lucinda out of the car. "Sure," I playfully swat her arm, "Oh, whatever." I grin before shutting the door. "You have a good night too, Nikolai." He lets out a low growl. "Just get inside the house, Tang."

I roll my eyes, dragging her limp body into the living room. I grab a few blankets, some pillows, my phone and sit in front of the fireplace. Waiting for Valentine to wake up, I silently read, "How to keep yourself hidden."

I hear the groan from the woman in question. I smile closing my book, looking that way. "Are you doing well?" Lucinda walks over to me and sits with me on the floor. "I guess...where are we?" I smile, resisting my urge to pull her into another lust-filled kiss. "We are at my safe haven...or my home...I prefer building of secrets." She gives me a cat-like smile, "Secrets hm? You have me intrigued, Mistress Tang."

I smirk, "When I get a boyfriend." Lucinda glances at me, puzzled. "Which is never," Her face dropped. "You do have a chance to get a boyfriend." I snap back with a bit of hostility in my tone, "I will never love a man." I could see how taken aback she was as she softly moved away. "Sorry, darling...You can stay close," She instantly backed up more. "Mi amour...what's wrong?" She was now out of arm's length.

"I don't like the pet names, Vivienne," I glimpse at my phone. "Oh...my bad sweetheart...it's a bad habit." She rolls her eyes, getting close to me. "I can see that," I smirk, setting a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss grows more hungry, heated...intimate. She recoiled when my hands started to tease the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "What's wrong, lover?" Her voice was almost a whisper. "No," My face went from, I want more to What did you just say to me.

I jeer, "Excuse me...what?" She lifted her voice, "I said no. If you want me. You have to be patient...Let our relationship build from friendship. I want to grow slow...I don't want to be fast...I'm not one to talk about the past but I want to go as slow as me and Inez's relationship was." I stiffen, that name sounded so familiar, too familiar for my liking.

I wanted to raise my voice, tell her that no isn't an answer, that no one says no to me. I want to tell her that slow is for the weak. But I don't. "Okay, if you want to be just friends that's fine." I want her to still want to be around me...There are those words again...I want her...

What do I want from this innocent woman?

:distant sobbing: Juliette is so cute!

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Remember the Animal Crossing and Villainous Nights crossover I did last year? WHAT IF, this time around, they’re actual animals.  Inspired by this tweet

Look at my girl!

Desert of Viridescence

I walk among the sands of a foreign desert unable to exchange words with my thoughts. I had been travelling with my two siblings but we got split when looking for water to bring into our bodies. My dark skin is dusted with pale sand as I continue to walk, I cannot see any vegetation in the distance beside the pale green cacti and the desert roses. I go well into the night hours searching for euphoria, somewhere where I can finally rest. This goes on for the next couple of days. I cannot stop, I must keep...

I awaken to the gentle sound of rushing water among rocks and the crackling of wood. The gentle buzz of fireflies and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. I slowly open my eyes to see stars among them are lush green trees that I can just barely see in the darkness of the night.

"Noir."

A single word makes me sit upright. My eyes bless me with the sight of my older brother, Ryan. His skin is clean, freshly dressed in linen. "VAMPY!" I hear another voice scream. Wood drops to the ground as I feel my younger brother wrap me in an embrace.

My Euphoria...I found it.

I got a bit bored I hope you don't mind me doing your prompt @newworldswritingclub

Locker Room Talk, Christmas! Day 10

Amara and Helena walk in laughing and talking.

Helena: No! No! It was fun, truly.

Amara: Are you sure?

Helena: Yes! You are very good with your sword.

Amara: Thank you, Helena.

Helena: Anyti-

Onyx and Emeril walk around them carrying a banner, going on their tippy-toes to get the banner over them. They end up hitting Amara and Helena in the face.

Amara: Hold on! Hold on! What are you doing?

Onyx: Decor! Fifteen days until Christmas.

Helena: Pardon me for asking but

Amara: Onyx...what exactly is Christmas?

Emeril: I don't either...But she said help and decorate in the same sentence so~

Onyx: Awww...Meril- You could have told me.

Emeril: I'm sorry.

Amara and Helena look at each other, before getting the banner and putting it up where Onyx wanted.

Onyx: Thanks, loves! I'll explain what it is. Sit, my children.

Amara, Helena, and Emeril sit down as she explains Christmas with flare, making them laugh.

Helena: Mmm...Okay, I think I understand.

Onyx: What have you learned?

Helena: Light the fireplace on Christmas Eve.

Onyx: No!

Emeril: Lock the refrigerator!

Onyx: No...Emeril...

Amara: Don't let strange men with thick moustaches and beards into your home. Specifically of the snowy white colour.

Onyx: This is hopeless.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (1988) dir. James Signorelli

Whatever shall one do?