Historias de Saphhic

Introduction. Some people don't cry for help. They just... stop asking. Eraya was one of them. She existed in corners, in the last bench of a lecture hall, in the shadow of her own hoodie, in silences that felt too heavy for someone her age. No one questioned it. No one looked twice. Except Zivah. Zivah, who carried light like it belonged to her. Zivah, who laughed too easily, loved too deeply, and never realized that the softest hearts are the ones that break the hardest. She wasn't searching for a love story. She already had a life full of warmth, of people, of everything Eraya wasn't. But something about that silence, something about the way Eraya flinched at nothing, felt wrong. And Zivah couldn't look away. Because sometimes, love doesn't begin with attraction. Sometimes it begins with noticing what everyone else ignores. What she didn't know was this, some silences are not chosen. Some homes are not safe. And some girls are not waiting to be loved... they are waiting to be saved. And when the moment came, when the world decided Eraya was nothing more than a burden to be traded away, Zivah made a choice. Not a loud one. Not a heroic one. Just a quiet, trembling decision that changed everything. "If no one wants her... I do." This is not a story of perfect love. It is a story of staying. Of unlearning fear. Of holding someone so gently... they forget what it felt like to be hurt. Because sometimes, the softest rescues are the ones that save you the most.

"But never have I been a blue calm sea/ I have always been a storm" The closest Arabella had ever come to a home and a family was living on the streets with Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth. After losing Thalia and becoming stuck at Camp Half-Blood, unclaimed for two years, Arabella grew restless. The campers saw her as reckless, free-spirited, with a little bit of a short-temper. But they didn't see the hurt underneath it all. Clarisse La Rue found Arabella to be annoyingly intriguing. She was loose where Clarisse was firm, easy-going where Clarisse was rigid. She didn't know what to do with how much Arabella occupied her mind and it drove her crazy. Over the years the two girls begin to find comfort and stability in each other. But can it last in a world not built for stable things? Clarisse La Rue/OC Some Thalia Grace/OC Aged up readers and mainly following show plotline

Erika catches feelings with the queen from a far off country, Queen Elsa of Arendelle. So they come together to make Arendella great again, put in the process of doing so they face homophobia from Anna. So will their love succeed? Or will her soon to be ex husband Charlie Kirk get in the way of them...

some poetry from my brain kinda fuckin gay tbh

what would life be if lois griffin was able to run away with that hot lady working at target in that one episode of family guy

Miss Rumphius lived alone in her cottage on the coast, spending her days planting lupines wherever they would grow. She was content in her passion for flowers and bees, but everything changed when a curious bus arrived on the lane, carrying an equally curious woman.

This is a story about a close friend of mine and how someone fell in love with them. It is based on truth. If you think you know these people, I kindly ask you to handle any personal information with discretion. If not, don't think about that and just enjoy the story! I hope you all take something away from this.

💫 Story Introduction: They gave us ten days. Ten days to collaborate on a groundbreaking astrobiology project that could change the way humanity sees the universe. Ten days to deliver perfection, under pressure, at NASA, with the world watching. It should've been easy-at least for someone like her. Dr. Iris Vale was everything I wasn't. Sunlight in sneakers. Laughter in a lab coat. The kind of person who hugged too tight and believed in the good in everyone. Head of the astrobiologist department And me? I was Dr. Aroura Caelum. Cold. Calculated. Closed off. A woman carved from caution, shaped by scars. I didn't do warm. I didn't do smiles. And I definitely didn't do love. But in the silence between microscope slides and midnight equations, Iris started to chip away at the walls I'd spent years building. With every unexpected question, every joke I tried not to laugh at, she pulled me closer to the parts of myself I thought were long dead. This wasn't supposed to be a story about healing. Or falling. But somehow... it became both. It does not have any heartbreaks or intense seperation. The story just captures their adorable sweet journey navigating their feelings!!!!!

You think you know who you are until someone shows up and makes you question everything you thought was true. Ajegbemi was solid. Focused. Grounded. Locked in like a warrior on a mission. No distractions. No drama. Then Ademide happened. No big scene. No fireworks. Just a slow, quiet pull ... like the tide creeping up, soft but unstoppable. It wasn't about who they were supposed to be. It wasn't about labels or rules or the noise around them. It was about the small moments that scream louder than words: a glance, a brush, a silence charged with meaning. This story? It's about what happens when your heart flips the script. When what you thought was impossible becomes the only thing you want. And once the fire starts, it doesn't care if you're ready.

❛ I would gladly worship the ground she walked on ❜ [saphhic dark romance] [READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS]

Where two nepo baby's fall in love Cassidy Swift x Gracie Abrams

"think i need someone older, just a little bit colder."