Sapphic Stories

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

At the most prestigious all-girls school in the city, Jane stands out without even trying. Tall, handsome, effortlessly tomboyish, and always smiling, she has the kind of presence that makes people look twice. She's the kind of girl everyone likes, even when they pretend they don't. Nano is the opposite in every way. She is the beauty of the school, stylish, sexy, and impossible to ignore. She knows fashion, lives for social media, and carries herself like she owns every hallway she walks through. But behind the perfect image, Nano is hiding more than anyone could guess. When Jane and Nano collide, it starts with sharp words, cold stares, and a mutual dislike neither of them bothers to hide. But between stolen glances, hidden vulnerabilities, and the secrets they both refuse to say out loud, hate starts to blur into something far more dangerous.

Abigail and Juliette have been inseparable since childhood. From kicking soccer balls in their front yards to sharing secrets at their special spot, their friendship has always been unbreakable. But as they navigate their way through college, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Juliette has harbored feelings for Abigail since high school, carefully hiding them behind hookups and a facade of playful teasing. Meanwhile, Abigail uses her boyfriend Ethan as a shield to avoid confronting the confusing emotions that swirl inside her whenever she's around Juliette. What happens when Abigail can no longer excuse the way she feels for her best friend? Will Juliette still be around, waiting for Abigail to feel the same, or will she finally move on from the silly little crush she's had since high school?

Harper Blackwood was everything Hermione Granger hated: rule-breaker, arrogant, popular, and worst of all... smarter than her. Hermione Granger was everything Harper Blackwood hated: rule-follower, teacher's pet, annoying, and worst of all... a 'mudblood.' Hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe how they felt about each other. They loathed one another. Yet when deep-rooted feelings bubble to the surface, not everything is as it seems.

Very short story I wrote about Rangi and Kyoshi, touching on the nature of their dynamic a bit. Some sexual content.

【Written for the 8Letters June Writing Challenge】 Solaira "Soli" Saldarriega has come home three times. She never stayed. The first two times, she had reasons. This time, her lola is in the ground, the house is full of relatives who keep asking when she's going back to Manila, and the ache in her hands hasn't stopped since the bus climbed past Baguio. Aven "Ven" Ragasa is still here. Still rooted. Still the person the whole barangay calls when something needs fixing. She's watched Soli leave twice and she has no intention of watching it a third time. There is a three at the edge of the Saldarriega property. It's old, older than the town, older than the family that's tended it, and something is wrong with it. Soli knows exactly what it is. She has known since she was seven-years-old, in the same way she has always known what she feels when Ven is in the room. Two hundred years in a mountain town an hour past Baguio. Three generations of women who loved someone society said they couldn't. One debt that has been waiting a very long time to be paid, and only one way left to pay it. Some things you inherit. Some things you have to come home and claim.

Before the mountain learned silence... A love bloomed beneath eternal snow. Centuries ago, high above the small villages nestled at the foot of the mountain, the goddess Ysoria lived in solitude, feared and worshipped by mortals who dared not cross into her domain. Her existence had long been defined by quiet halls, endless winters, and the distant prayers of people who knew her only through stories. Then Celsa came. A stubborn and curious mortal who climbed the mountain despite every warning, Celsa was unlike anyone Ysoria had encountered before. She did not kneel in fear or treat the goddess as some distant, untouchable deity. She spoke to her as though she were simply a woman, returning again and again until an unlikely companionship slowly grew into something far more tender. But mortals were never meant to share eternity with gods. As Celsa's time begins to run out, Ysoria is forced to face the one truth she has spent centuries avoiding: she may have the power to command storms, shape frost, and endure the passing of ages, but she cannot command mortality. --- © 2026 Bobloky | Please don't steal, copy, remake or repost my work. | This story is entirely fictional. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any occasional mistakes or awkward phrasing.

In Every Universe Different worlds. Different lives. Different versions of them. Davina and Ezlyn have lived a hundred lives. In one, she is a princess-and Ezlyn is the swornshield who would gladly put her life on the line to protect her. In another, they might be enemies. Perhaps they're outlaws, pirates, vampires, werewolves, warriors, or simply two strangers who happen to cross paths at the right-or wrong-time. Their worlds may change. Their stories may change. Even the way they find each other may change. But somehow, they always do. Because some hearts are destined to find each other, no matter the universe. A collection of Davina × Ezlyn one-shots, exploring different worlds, different lives, different kinds of love-and all the ways these two women might fall for each other. ❤️‍🔥 One universe at a time. One story at a time. But always them. ( potential full series on certain one shots)

She was losing her faith. She was losing herself. Somehow, they found each other in the middle of it all. But when the world is against them, will love be enough?

The invisible string theory suggests that individuals are connected to their soulmates through a metaphorical string. An invisible red threat connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. Avery Turner is a Queer writer w/ a hit online series, who during Covid figured out she was gay and broke up with her boyfriend. She moves in with Xander, a dorm mate from college, and navigates this new life, including the Queer Dating Scene for the first time.

Is there anything worse than attending junior year as a bullied loser with no friends? Caitlyn Brown can't imagine that, until one day, she finds comfort in a written message on her school desk, which turns into a real pen-pal relationship. Suddenly, going to school doesn't seem so bad anymore after all. But who's the person behind the secretive notes, and what if it's someone Cait didn't expect?

Reach Out And Show A Little Loving. attack on titan ╱ alternate universe sasha braus x fem!ocㅤㅤncsferatu. COVER BY BULLETRAINS.

"Tell me something true." Lena looked at her for a long time. Then she whispered, "I don't know how to go back to a life where I don't know what your voice sounds like in my kitchen." Miu's breath caught. "Then don't think about going back tonight." "Okay." "Tonight, just stay here." "I'm here." "Don't say it like goodbye." Lena held her tighter. "I'm here," she repeated. "Not goodbye." For four years, Lena Suwan and Miu Saetang lived under borrowed names. At university, they were free. Free from their families. Free from expectations. Free from the arranged marriages waiting for them after graduation. Miu was the untouchable campus crush who rejected everyone gently. Lena was the rumored heartbreaker everyone thought knew exactly how to keep things casual. So when Miu decided she wanted one thing that belonged only to her before duty claimed the rest of her life, she chose Lena. No feelings. No future promises. No public attachment. No staying over. No falling in love. Just rules. Just borrowed time. But somewhere between secret apartments, broken rules, shared mornings, and keys given "for emergencies," the life they thought they were only borrowing started to feel like the only one that was real. And when graduation finally comes, Lena and Miu must return to the names, families, and futures waiting for them. To the people chosen for them. To the lives they always knew they would have to live. The arrangement was never supposed to survive beyond university. Neither were their feelings. But some choices refuse to stay in the past. And some lives become impossible to give back.

Every Thursday, Sela takes the same train home. She doesn't believe in fate. She believes in routines, crowded platforms, and getting home before the evening rush. Then she meets Eris. A stranger who somehow knows how she takes her coffee. A woman who looks at her with a familiarity Sela can't explain. Someone whose presence feels less like meeting for the first time and more like remembering something she was never supposed to forget. Sela should be unsettled. Instead, she falls. Quietly at first. Then all at once. But the closer they get, the more Sela begins to notice the strange things about Eris-the questions she won't answer, the moments when she seems afraid of something Sela can't see, and the way she holds onto every ordinary moment as if it might be their last. Because there are some things Eris knows that Sela doesn't. And some things, once remembered, can change everything. A slow-burn GL romance about love, memory, fate, and the terrifying possibility that sometimes finding the right person isn't the same as getting to keep them. 🚆 Every Thursday, she finds her. 💔 The question is whether this time will be different.

Everyone in New Orleans knows one thing about the Waynes: They are beautiful, wealthy, and untouchable. No one knows why. After the death of her parents, Natalie Wayne was raised in the grand Wayne estate by her loving grandparents, surrounded by luxury, old money, and secrets that seem to whisper through the halls at night. On her eighteenth birthday, she inherits something far more dangerous than her family's fortune an ancient legacy tied to a mysterious silver tree hidden deep within the woods. Then Evelyn Ashford transfers to her school. She's annoyingly pretty, impossible to ignore, and somehow connected to the strange dreams that have haunted Natalie for years. As shadows from the past begin to resurface, old portraits start looking familiar, the house begins remembering things it shouldn't, and a centuries-old mystery slowly unravels. Some secrets were buried for a reason. Some love stories never truly end. And somewhere beneath the black leaves of an ancient tree, something has been waiting for them. Something that knows their names.

☆★In the magical kingdom of Auradon, everyone knew about the story of how Prince Charming and Cinderella fell in love and lived happily ever after. After they got married, they were blessed with two kids, Chad and Catherine. Catherine Charming was the eldest which means that she was in line for the throne, so everyone had high expectations regarding her future. She was popular, had many friends and good looks. Everyone in school wanted to be her, be friends with her, or be with her. But as the arrival of the Villain Kids from the Isle of the Lost shakes up the kingdom, Catherine's carefully constructed facade begins to crumble. Intrigued by the Evil Queen's daughter, Evie, she finds herself drawn to the forbidden attraction, grappling with the realization that her heart yearns for something more than the royal path that was set out for her. descendants 1-3 evie grimhilde × female oc

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ________ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴀɢɢᴀɢᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ; ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ. ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ------ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.

Y/N Black, or better known as the Scarlet Witch, is the definition of chaos, terrifyingly powerful, and deeply dramatic (weasley twins vibes anyone?). Her only anchor is Azriel Noceda, a steady, sarcastic human in a world of magic. She pulls laughter from his calm. Their love is a fierce, steady burn: a sword forged in a heartbeat, a whispered 'love' that makes his knees weak, and the unshakeable promise that even a primordial force needs a place to call home. thank you @gabiwrld 💗💋💋

She's not too much. She just feels everything in bold. Anya Flores has always been "too much." After a breakup and an impulsive trip to Armenia, she meets Ari Dycaico and something gentle, real, and unexpected. But loving another woman means being known, and Anya's way of feeling, remembering, and loving isn't always easy to translate. A romance about soft joy, miscommunication, and learning that the right love doesn't ask you to be less.

Aurora "Rory" Villanueva has always believed that every story deserves to be told. As an optimistic journalism student with dreams of becoming an investigative reporter, she's determined to leave her mark on the world-even if it means stumbling into awkward situations along the way. Celeste De Vera is the exact opposite. A brilliant law student admired for her elegance and feared for her cold demeanor, she's built walls around her heart that no one has ever managed to break. To most people, she's untouchable. To Rory, she's simply the most frustrating person she's ever met. When fate forces them to work together on a university project, constant arguments and clashing personalities make it seem impossible for them to get along. But as late-night study sessions, rainy afternoons, and quiet conversations reveal the hidden sides of each other, resentment slowly gives way to understanding-and an unexpected friendship begins to bloom. Yet some hearts carry secrets too heavy to share. As family expectations, campus rumors, painful memories, and uncertain futures threaten to pull them apart, Rory and Celeste must decide whether love is worth the risk of opening old wounds. Together, they'll discover that healing isn't a journey meant to be walked alone, and that sometimes the most beautiful love stories begin with two people who never expected to fall.