Yuri Shipping Olympics 2023 BR3: Love
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Original characters
CW: Abusive relationship
Words: 301
Ica had fought at the beginning. She'd explained that it was a mistake, fessed up about the love spell, but she was too late. The Anamarie she'd fallen in love with was gone.
Anamarie was a more powerful witch than she was. She could have easily undone the spell if she’d wanted to. But the problem with tampering with someone’s mind was that she didn’t want to anymore. All she wanted was Ica. Gone were her passions for magic and puzzles, replaced only with a sick love that went far past Ica’s own mundane obsession.
An obsession that was long gone by this point, too.
But Ica had accepted her role as Anamarie’s by now, the fate she’d brought upon herself. There was no more banging on the door, no more trying to pick the lock, no more trying to break the magic force backing it all up just in case. There was no more yelling and hardly any more crying. She waited patiently for her to get home, the only stimulus in her otherwise-empty life.
Ica forced a smile as the door opened, just like she knew was expected of her. “Welcome home.”
Anamarie skipped in, planting a kiss on Ica’s cheek. She did not resist. “Thank you for the warm welcome, my love.”
It felt like Anamarie was praising a dog. Good girl, she might as well have said, Exactly as I trained you. She’d said she wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth until Ica was ready to give her permission, like they both knew she would someday, as her will to defy grew weaker and weaker. There was a time when Ica would have given anything to kiss Anamarie, to receive as much as a cheek kiss from her—and she had.
She’d given her whole life for it.
Original characters
CW: Abusive relationship
Words: 301
Ica had fought at the beginning. She'd explained that it was a mistake, fessed up about the love spell, but she was too late. The Anamarie she'd fallen in love with was gone.
Anamarie was a more powerful witch than she was. She could have easily undone the spell if she’d wanted to. But the problem with tampering with someone’s mind was that she didn’t want to anymore. All she wanted was Ica. Gone were her passions for magic and puzzles, replaced only with a sick love that went far past Ica’s own mundane obsession.
An obsession that was long gone by this point, too.
But Ica had accepted her role as Anamarie’s by now, the fate she’d brought upon herself. There was no more banging on the door, no more trying to pick the lock, no more trying to break the magic force backing it all up just in case. There was no more yelling and hardly any more crying. She waited patiently for her to get home, the only stimulus in her otherwise-empty life.
Ica forced a smile as the door opened, just like she knew was expected of her. “Welcome home.”
Anamarie skipped in, planting a kiss on Ica’s cheek. She did not resist. “Thank you for the warm welcome, my love.”
It felt like Anamarie was praising a dog. Good girl, she might as well have said, Exactly as I trained you. She’d said she wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth until Ica was ready to give her permission, like they both knew she would someday, as her will to defy grew weaker and weaker. There was a time when Ica would have given anything to kiss Anamarie, to receive as much as a cheek kiss from her—and she had.
She’d given her whole life for it.