My obsession with reading one shot on tumblr has grown so much that I want to share my work here now. I'm writing for several fandoms, romantic and platonic relationships, mlw and wlw relationships.
I'll post a one shot in English every Saturday at 9pm. The rest of the week, I'll share a fanfic that I like and "Your gallery if you're dating...".
Hope you'll enjoy my stories !
Marie ♡
Hey, utilisateur•rice de Tumblr !
Mon obsession avec la lecture de one shot sur Tumblr a tellement grandi que j'ai décidé de partager mes écrits ici. J'écris pour de nombreux fandoms, relations amoureuses et platoniques, relations mlw et wlw.
Je posterai un one shot en francais chaque dimanche à 21h. Le reste de la semaine, je partagerai une fanfic que j'ai aimée et un "Your gallery if you're dating...".
Summary : For the first time in your life, you have a real friend, you even consider her your sister.
Warnings : feeling lonely, especially as a child, fluff, happy ending.
Word count : 1.7k
French version (will be published 05/07/2026 at 9pm)
Request : made by anonymous, here's the link to the request. First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this!!! I promise I'll try to be more regular with your future requests. I hope you'll enjoy this one shot, again sorry for the delay. Enjoy 🥰
Friendship. You know the definition of this word. A quick look to the dictionary and the explanation is the following one : reciprocated feelings of affection or sympathy that are not based on family nor sexual attraction. You know friendship in theory. In practice, it's more complicated.
You've always been a lone wolf. You have no siblings and sure, you've had some acquaintances but no one to call 'friend.' It was a real suffering as a child. You wondered what was wrong with you, you envied the other kids and their best friend, then, with time, you've managed through it. You've ended up accepting you were made to be alone. It's better to be alone than in bad company, as the saying goes. Furthermore, you've found a way to fill that void by going into all these imaginary worlds and meeting all these fictional characters that books have to offer you.
As a consequence, upon arriving in High School, you made no effort to meet people. Some tried to reinvent themselves but not you. You've been keeping to yourself. Besides, in a town as small as Beacon Hills, who new persons could you meet?
It doesn't hurt you at all to be alone anymore. As long as you have your book of the moment with you, that's all that matters.
At school, you take your book out at any given opportunity. In class, it's a bit more complicated to discreetly read, yet with time, you've discovered with which teacher you could do it. Your favorite class to read is PE. Coach couldn't care any less about his students, outside of the lacrosse team. You hide in a quiet corner and read until the end of the class; because of this, you don't have good grades in PE, but you don't mind, you can make it up with the other subjects.
However, that day, while you're delving into your novel hidden under the bleachers, your favorite book in hands, Coach suddenly appears next to you, snatching your novel and screaming at you to run and do one more lap as a punishment. Stunned, you do as he says without even trying to get your book back; you'll just have to read Anne Shirley and Diana Barry's meeting later.
You try to catch up the other students, nevertheless, they're way too ahead of you. There is only one boy who seems to struggle as much as you do, if you're not mistaken, his name is Stiles Stilinski, though he's still ahead so he manages to leave you behind. You're so late that even the fastest classmates ends up running past you while you struggle to catch your breath.
At the end of the class, you throw yourself on the ground, taking deep breaths while you reach for your water bottle. With the strength you have left, you sit up and drink half of the bottle in one go. Most of the students go to the changing room. From afar, you hear Coach yelling an order, but you don't pay attention to it, not having heard your name.
When you start breathing normally again, you want to stand up, you just don't have the force to do it. Suddenly, someone extends a hand to you, inviting you to take it. Looking up, you recognize Kira Yukimura, the new lacrosse player who moved here not too long ago. You accept her hand and get on your feet the following second.
"Thank you," you simply say.
"You're welcome. I saw Coach made you run more than the others, I can't imagine how tired you must be," Kira explains, playing with the cones in her hands.
"I just discovered a new stage of fatigue."
"Hey, you, the reader, may this be a lesson!" Coach screams, catching both of your attentions. "I better not find you reading during my class again. I expect you to participate more and above all to get a better grade by being at least a C- student or I'll call your parents."
"But, it's almost the end of the semester! I'll never be able to improve that fast," you state, offended.
"Should've thought about it before reading Anne of Cheesy Gables in class."
"It's Anne of Green Gables," you correct, mumbling. "May I get my book back, please?"
"You'll get it at the end of the day, after your detention," he informs you, making you even more desperate. "Now, go get change, both of you!"
Without adding another word, you follow his order. Kira puts the cones next to Coach's stuff then says:
"Well, looks like you've made Coach very mad!"
"And I'll need a miracle to get a C- in three weeks when I haven't ran at all this semester and I hate this."
"I can help you if you want."
At her suggestion, you stay silent for a second. It's interesting except she's probably only saying this to be polite so you shake your head.
"It's kind, but no need. I'll manage."
"I don't mind it and it's always more encouraging to run with someone else. We can train after school."
"Don't you have lacrosse training?"
"Not every day and we can also do it during weekend."
"I'd like it, then," you accept after thinking about it.
"Great, get some rest tonight, we'll have a lot of work. We start tomorrow," she smiles.
True to her words, Kira trained you the following day and thanks to her, you did get a C-. You don't know how she did it to help you so fast. You thought that after this, you would stop talking, though, when you trained you found out you actually had a lot in common.
For the first time in your life, you have an acquaintance who has become a friend. For the first time, you're excited to go to school and talk to someone. You're not necessarily close with her group of friends but Kira has quickly become someone important for you. You think you can even say Kira has become your best friend and you know she feels the same. You think you've never laughed this hard with someone outside your family.
Kira really took you under her wings and showed you what friendship is and that you can have it too. You never believed you'd say this but you're glad Coach found you reading. You don't know what you'd do without Kira, her friendship is the most precious thing you've ever had. You feel seen and heard, Kira made her way to your heart. Before, you didn't understand what some people meant by 'chosen family.' For you, no one could be as important as the people related to you, however, Kira, without knowing it, proved to you it's possible.
Although you've never said it out loud, let alone to Kira, you see her as your sister. You'd do anything for her, to protect her. You know her group of friends would do anything for her, too — even though you don't know them, you quickly understood they had a special bond —, however, you can affirm without mistaking that none of them are as close to Kira as you are. As Anne Shirley would describe it, Kira and you are kindred spirits.
When you meet each other, you usually go to the café halfway between both of your houses. Your order your favorite drinks and you drink them at the café or if there's nice weather, you go to the park nearby.
Today is a sunny day so you'll enjoy it by tanning and talking about the last show you've watched.
You're waiting for your order when Kira has to go outside for a few minutes because her dad called her. The barista calls your name first, you close your book and quickly grab your drink and stay nearby, waiting for Kira's then you go back to your reading.
"Coffee for Kira!" the barista exclaims before frowning once he sees you getting closer.
"I'll get it, it's my sister's," you explain, he nods as he hands you the cup.
"Great, have a nice day!"
"You, too!" you respond before turning around and finding Kira. "Oh, you're done with your call?"
"Yes, let's go."
You give Kira her coffee, she thanks you and you leave the place.
As soon as you arrive at your usual bench — you like it because you have a beautiful view on the park and it's quiet —, Kira clears her throat, catching your attention.
"You called me your sister," she announces, point blank.
"What?"
"When you took my coffee, you said it was for your sister."
"Did I?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together, you didn't even catch this.
"Yes," Kira confirms with a smile while you avoid her gaze. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I'm not saying this to mock you, I swear."
"I know, it's still embarrassing, though…," you start with a low voice. "I didn't do it on purpose. I don't know why I said it. I mean, I know but I didn't think… I should shut up," you finish, taking a big sip of your drink.
"Y/N, you know you can tell me everything. Is this really how you see me? As your sister?" your best friend asks, genuinely curious.
"Yes?" you reply, not sure of yourself. "I know it sounds stupid yet before you, I've never had any friends and I didn't think I could have a friendship with someone this quickly. I think of you as my best friend, my sister, it's easy to be at ease with you. I told you things I've never told my parents. I feel understood with you," you admit before feeling awkward again. "Forget everything I've just said."
"It's the same for me. I consider you my sister, too," Kira states with a smile.
"Even when you have so many other friends who are better than me?"
"Don't devalue yourself!" she sighs, annoyed. "I get along pretty well with my other friends but we don't have this bond I have with you. I'm really happy I talked to you that day. You mean so much to me."
"You even more to me. I hope I never lose your friendship, it means the world to me."
"You'll never lose me. I'm your sister by heart just like you're mine and nothing will change that."
Kira points her little finger to you and with a smile your link yours to hers as you tear up.
Summary : For the first time in your life, you have a real friend, you even consider her your sister.
Warnings : feeling lonely, especially as a child, fluff, happy ending.
Word count : 1.7k
French version (will be published 05/07/2026 at 9pm)
Request : made by anonymous, here's the link to the request. First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this!!! I promise I'll try to be more regular with your future requests. I hope you'll enjoy this one shot, again sorry for the delay. Enjoy 🥰
Friendship. You know the definition of this word. A quick look to the dictionary and the explanation is the following one : reciprocated feelings of affection or sympathy that are not based on family nor sexual attraction. You know friendship in theory. In practice, it's more complicated.
You've always been a lone wolf. You have no siblings and sure, you've had some acquaintances but no one to call 'friend.' It was a real suffering as a child. You wondered what was wrong with you, you envied the other kids and their best friend, then, with time, you've managed through it. You've ended up accepting you were made to be alone. It's better to be alone than in bad company, as the saying goes. Furthermore, you've found a way to fill that void by going into all these imaginary worlds and meeting all these fictional characters that books have to offer you.
As a consequence, upon arriving in High School, you made no effort to meet people. Some tried to reinvent themselves but not you. You've been keeping to yourself. Besides, in a town as small as Beacon Hills, who new persons could you meet?
It doesn't hurt you at all to be alone anymore. As long as you have your book of the moment with you, that's all that matters.
At school, you take your book out at any given opportunity. In class, it's a bit more complicated to discreetly read, yet with time, you've discovered with which teacher you could do it. Your favorite class to read is PE. Coach couldn't care any less about his students, outside of the lacrosse team. You hide in a quiet corner and read until the end of the class; because of this, you don't have good grades in PE, but you don't mind, you can make it up with the other subjects.
However, that day, while you're delving into your novel hidden under the bleachers, your favorite book in hands, Coach suddenly appears next to you, snatching your novel and screaming at you to run and do one more lap as a punishment. Stunned, you do as he says without even trying to get your book back; you'll just have to read Anne Shirley and Diana Barry's meeting later.
You try to catch up the other students, nevertheless, they're way too ahead of you. There is only one boy who seems to struggle as much as you do, if you're not mistaken, his name is Stiles Stilinski, though he's still ahead so he manages to leave you behind. You're so late that even the fastest classmates ends up running past you while you struggle to catch your breath.
At the end of the class, you throw yourself on the ground, taking deep breaths while you reach for your water bottle. With the strength you have left, you sit up and drink half of the bottle in one go. Most of the students go to the changing room. From afar, you hear Coach yelling an order, but you don't pay attention to it, not having heard your name.
When you start breathing normally again, you want to stand up, you just don't have the force to do it. Suddenly, someone extends a hand to you, inviting you to take it. Looking up, you recognize Kira Yukimura, the new lacrosse player who moved here not too long ago. You accept her hand and get on your feet the following second.
"Thank you," you simply say.
"You're welcome. I saw Coach made you run more than the others, I can't imagine how tired you must be," Kira explains, playing with the cones in her hands.
"I just discovered a new stage of fatigue."
"Hey, you, the reader, may this be a lesson!" Coach screams, catching both of your attentions. "I better not find you reading during my class again. I expect you to participate more and above all to get a better grade by being at least a C- student or I'll call your parents."
"But, it's almost the end of the semester! I'll never be able to improve that fast," you state, offended.
"Should've thought about it before reading Anne of Cheesy Gables in class."
"It's Anne of Green Gables," you correct, mumbling. "May I get my book back, please?"
"You'll get it at the end of the day, after your detention," he informs you, making you even more desperate. "Now, go get change, both of you!"
Without adding another word, you follow his order. Kira puts the cones next to Coach's stuff then says:
"Well, looks like you've made Coach very mad!"
"And I'll need a miracle to get a C- in three weeks when I haven't ran at all this semester and I hate this."
"I can help you if you want."
At her suggestion, you stay silent for a second. It's interesting except she's probably only saying this to be polite so you shake your head.
"It's kind, but no need. I'll manage."
"I don't mind it and it's always more encouraging to run with someone else. We can train after school."
"Don't you have lacrosse training?"
"Not every day and we can also do it during weekend."
"I'd like it, then," you accept after thinking about it.
"Great, get some rest tonight, we'll have a lot of work. We start tomorrow," she smiles.
True to her words, Kira trained you the following day and thanks to her, you did get a C-. You don't know how she did it to help you so fast. You thought that after this, you would stop talking, though, when you trained you found out you actually had a lot in common.
For the first time in your life, you have an acquaintance who has become a friend. For the first time, you're excited to go to school and talk to someone. You're not necessarily close with her group of friends but Kira has quickly become someone important for you. You think you can even say Kira has become your best friend and you know she feels the same. You think you've never laughed this hard with someone outside your family.
Kira really took you under her wings and showed you what friendship is and that you can have it too. You never believed you'd say this but you're glad Coach found you reading. You don't know what you'd do without Kira, her friendship is the most precious thing you've ever had. You feel seen and heard, Kira made her way to your heart. Before, you didn't understand what some people meant by 'chosen family.' For you, no one could be as important as the people related to you, however, Kira, without knowing it, proved to you it's possible.
Although you've never said it out loud, let alone to Kira, you see her as your sister. You'd do anything for her, to protect her. You know her group of friends would do anything for her, too — even though you don't know them, you quickly understood they had a special bond —, however, you can affirm without mistaking that none of them are as close to Kira as you are. As Anne Shirley would describe it, Kira and you are kindred spirits.
When you meet each other, you usually go to the café halfway between both of your houses. Your order your favorite drinks and you drink them at the café or if there's nice weather, you go to the park nearby.
Today is a sunny day so you'll enjoy it by tanning and talking about the last show you've watched.
You're waiting for your order when Kira has to go outside for a few minutes because her dad called her. The barista calls your name first, you close your book and quickly grab your drink and stay nearby, waiting for Kira's then you go back to your reading.
"Coffee for Kira!" the barista exclaims before frowning once he sees you getting closer.
"I'll get it, it's my sister's," you explain, he nods as he hands you the cup.
"Great, have a nice day!"
"You, too!" you respond before turning around and finding Kira. "Oh, you're done with your call?"
"Yes, let's go."
You give Kira her coffee, she thanks you and you leave the place.
As soon as you arrive at your usual bench — you like it because you have a beautiful view on the park and it's quiet —, Kira clears her throat, catching your attention.
"You called me your sister," she announces, point blank.
"What?"
"When you took my coffee, you said it was for your sister."
"Did I?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together, you didn't even catch this.
"Yes," Kira confirms with a smile while you avoid her gaze. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I'm not saying this to mock you, I swear."
"I know, it's still embarrassing, though…," you start with a low voice. "I didn't do it on purpose. I don't know why I said it. I mean, I know but I didn't think… I should shut up," you finish, taking a big sip of your drink.
"Y/N, you know you can tell me everything. Is this really how you see me? As your sister?" your best friend asks, genuinely curious.
"Yes?" you reply, not sure of yourself. "I know it sounds stupid yet before you, I've never had any friends and I didn't think I could have a friendship with someone this quickly. I think of you as my best friend, my sister, it's easy to be at ease with you. I told you things I've never told my parents. I feel understood with you," you admit before feeling awkward again. "Forget everything I've just said."
"It's the same for me. I consider you my sister, too," Kira states with a smile.
"Even when you have so many other friends who are better than me?"
"Don't devalue yourself!" she sighs, annoyed. "I get along pretty well with my other friends but we don't have this bond I have with you. I'm really happy I talked to you that day. You mean so much to me."
"You even more to me. I hope I never lose your friendship, it means the world to me."
"You'll never lose me. I'm your sister by heart just like you're mine and nothing will change that."
Kira points her little finger to you and with a smile your link yours to hers as you tear up.
Yelena Belova x Reader
You comfort Yelena after a nightmare
Yelena walks through the corridors of the now empty house. They hadn’t even had time to scream – she was that good. She holsters her gun and walks quietly down the stairs. The lights are off – she didn’t want any neighbours noticing and getting suspicious – but Yelena can work in the dark. When she was younger she’d been afraid of the dark, often seeking out Natasha for comfort. The Red Room had soon sorted that out.
She creeps into the study, switching on the computer and transferring the contents onto a memory stick before deleting them from the computer’s hard drive. This was what she’d been sent for. Assassination and information retrieval – standard job.
Yelena hears a noise and immediately tenses, pocketing the memory stick and then standing up, pulling her gun back out. She walks softly into the hallway when suddenly the lights flick on. Her face immediately scrunches up as she adjusts to the light and that’s when she sees the culprit – a young girl, maybe seven years old, stood on the staircase “Who are you?” The girl asks, her voice wavering with fear.
Yelena doesn’t even hesitate. She has no choice - no witnesses. She aims her gun and then-
“No!” Yelena screams, sitting bolt upright, panting and sweating.
She’s in her room at the Avengers Tower. Next to her you rouse quickly, hearing your girlfriend’s panic and fear. You sit up, putting your hand on her shoulder but she flinches, instinctively pushing you away “Get off me!”
“Hey! Hey, Lena, it’s just me. You’re in bed with me its okay.” You try putting your hand gently on her shoulder again and this time she doesn’t push you away but she keeps her back to you, running a hand through her short hair and taking deep breaths “Nightmare?”
“Bad one.” Yelena replies quietly, her voice wavering.
You rub your thumb gently over her shoulder. You moved into the tower a couple of months ago and Yelena’s had a handful of nightmares during that time. This seems to be the worst one yet though “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head quickly “No, God, no.”
“It might make you feel better-”
“I said no! Let it go!”
You wince at Yelena’s tone but you do drop it. She’d been quite open about her last nightmare, about how she’d seen Clint and Natasha fighting and then suddenly Natasha was falling, how Yelena couldn’t save her in time. Clearly something was different about this nightmare and you weren’t sure what to do. Last time Yelena had sought comfort from you but now she didn’t seem to want to be anywhere near you “Lena-”
“I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”
You frown, confused “What? No, you’re not going off by yourself right now. Come here.”
You try to pull her into your arms but she swats your arms away forcefully “Get off of me!”
You freeze, feeling hurt “Lena, what’s wrong? You don’t have to tell me about the nightmare but you’re scaring me.” Yelena moves to climb out of the bed and you grab her arm “Lena!”
Yelena sighs, finally turning to look at you and your heart drops when you see the tears already spilling down her cheeks. You kneel on the bed and put your hands on her shoulders “Lena, please talk to me.”
“I don’t deserve you.” Yelena sniffles “I don’t deserve to be an Avenger, to be playing at a hero, not after everything I did-”
You move one hand to her cheek, gently wiping away a tear with your thumb. Your voice softens “Yelena, we’ve talked about this. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I have so much blood on my hands-”
“No, no Yelena, no you don’t.” You caress her cheek, wiping another tear away “Dreykov has blood on his hands, the fucking Red Room does but not you, you didn’t have a choice-”
Yelena sobs “It was still me-”
“Lena, baby, you were a kid. A goddamn kid and then there was the mind-control agent.” You wrap your arms around her and this time she doesn’t resist, letting you cuddle her close “It was kill or be killed. You suffered so much, I’m so sorry.”
Yelena sobs into your chest, her arms wrapping around your waist and clinging to you like her life depends on it “You don’t even know half the bad things I did-”
“I know, I know, there’s a lot you don’t wanna tell me. I understand.” You run your hand through Yelena’s short hair “But if you ever did wanna tell me then… I wouldn’t judge you Yelena. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult your childhood was. There’s nothing you can tell me that would scare me away.”
“Oh yeah?” Yelena sniffles, wiping at the tears on her face “Did you know that one of the Red Room tasks… I- There was this girl, Anya… She was my friend, ah she was so little, she trusted me. And they- They told me to lure her out into the woods and then they- Oh God, they-”
You hug Yelena tighter, your heart dropping. Every story Yelena tells you about the Red Room makes your heart sink, every story just as bad if not worse than the last. You know you never would have survived in her shoes “Oh Lena, I’m so sorry.” You kiss the top of her head “What would have happened if you hadn’t lured her out to the woods?”
“I- They- Well I guess they would’ve killed me-”
“You didn’t have a choice then, did you?”
“I should’ve let them.” Yelena sobs “I was a coward, I-”
“No Lena, no, don’t say that. You were a kid and- Look, if they intended to kill this poor Anya I don’t think there was anything you could’ve done to prevent that. You did what you had to do to survive. Okay? It’s not your fault Yelena; it’s not your fault…” You hug Yelena closer, whispering those words over and over again – you know she won’t believe you. Maybe she never will.
Yelena sniffles, her sobs and panic slowly starting to calm as she relaxes into your embrace, listening to your words. Of course she doesn’t believe you. Not completely. But your words still help to soothe her conscience a little “You won’t leave me?” Yelena asks, her voice quiet and vulnerable.
You shake your head “Never. You’re stuck with me now.” You kiss Yelena’s forehead “Feeling better?” Yelena nods “You’re not going to sleep on the couch. You’re staying here with me.”
Yelena nods again, letting out a shaky laugh “Yeah- Yeah, that was dumb, sorry.” She looks up at you “I’m working harder on… Being honest, opening up. It’s so damn hard though sometimes.”
“You’re doing fine Lena.” You reassure her “And you’re doing great with your drinking. I’m so proud of you.”
Yelena had a bit of an issue with alcohol and you’d both been working on reducing her intake. It had been a bit of an uphill struggle – bad days leave Yelena craving the oblivion the vodka bottle provides but you were doing your best to help her. You could tell Yelena was struggling but you were proud of how far she’d come.
“I can’t do this without you.” Yelena mumbles, nuzzling her face into your neck “I need you.”
“I’m here, I’m here Lena.” You tighten your arms around her and you feel her start to relax into your arms as she gets sleepy again “I love you so much.”
“Love you too Солнышко.” Yelena yawns “Keep holding me for a bit?”
You nod, pressing a kiss to the top of Yelena’s head “All night if you need me to.”
Yelena slowly relaxes into your arms, starting to fall back to sleep. The nightmare still lingers in the back of her mind, the memory of what she did, the person she used to be… It will never fade. Not completely. But being around you dulls the pain, dilutes the memories a little. The way you hold her tighter and reassure her whenever she brings up a painful childhood memory instead of running away… It helps. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, she is worthy of love after all.
She falls back to sleep, her head lolling against your shoulder. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow or maybe in a couple of weeks she knows she’ll wake from another nightmare. But as long as she has you to soothe her back to sleep, she also knows that she’ll be okay.
I'm so sorry for this absence but I swear I didn't forget about this blog! If you're still following me, thank you for keeping up with me and get ready for new content very soon. I'll start by posting the requests I got, so to the people who wanted me to write an one shot, the wait is almost over, I promise!
I'll start publishing this Saturday at 9pm (French timezone) and I hope you'll like my story! I have so many ideas and I can't wait to share them all with you!
See you this Saturday,
Take care,
Marie 🫶🏻
Hey!
Ça fait longtemps 😅
Je suis désolée pour cette absence, mais je vous promets que je n'ai pas oublié ce blog ! Si vous me suivez encore, merci d'être resté⸱e aussi longtemps avec moi et soyez prêt⸱e⸱s pour du nouveau contenu très prochainement. Je vais commencer par poster les requests que j'avais en attente donc à toutes les personnes qui m'ont fait des demandes, l'attente est bientôt finie, je le jure !
Je reprendrai la publication ce dimanche à 21h, comme d'habitude et j'espère que vous aimerez mon histoire ! J'ai pleins d'idées et j'ai hâte de vous les partager !
Summary : You and Stefan have been sleeping together for the past couple months but you're still not official. You two want more but you're afraid the relationship will end up like the ones you already had.
Warnings : mention of sex but nothing explicit, angst, mention of past relationships who weren't healthy, mention of killing, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any and if I missed any warnings !
Word count : 2,1k
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French version on Tumblr
Song inspiration : Fingers Crossed by Trevor Daniel & Julia Michaels
Making sure Stefan is still asleep, you leave the bed. You do everything in your power to not make any noise, cursing every single time the floor cracks a little. You take your clothes off the floor and get dressed quickly. You readjust your tee-shirt when you’re walking toward the door of the Salvatore’s manor. You’re about to touch the door knob when a voice startles you :
“You’re sneaking off again ?”
“I’m not sneaking off.” You retort to Damon. “And what do you even mean by ‘again’?”
“Please.” He starts, rolling his eyes. “It’s been two months since you’ve started to see my brother every night and every morning you’re leaving without saying goodbye. I thought it’d become serious at some point.”
“Well, it won’t. I need to go. The girls are waiting for me.”
“Say ‘hi’ to Elena for me.”
“Bye Damon.” You exclaim without even listening to his last sentence.
You get in your car and start driving to Caroline’s, trying to not show how your conversation with Damon is troubling you. Obviously, you knew Stefan and you weren’t discreet. You both are vampires older than one hundred years so you don’t sneak out like teenagers, but nobody knows you're spending almost every night together. You don’t have to tell anyone about this. You both know what you’re doing. At least, that’s what you hope.
When you arrive at your best friend’s, you notice you’re the last one. They’ve already started eating some snacks. They know you’re often late, so they don’t wait for you anymore. You’re not mad at them for doing so. You’d do the same. Quickly, you start participating in the conversation, eating the sweets on the table.
You spend all of your afternoon with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena talking about everything and anything, watching movies and doing other activities. You have known them for a year and a half now, but you got close to them easily. You got along pretty well.
As Caroline is talking about the last gossip in town, you go heating the pizza that you ordered at lunch time. So you leave the living room and go to the kitchen. You put the slices in the microwaves. When it’s done, you take back the plate. You don’t have time to put a foot outside the kitchen before Caroline is running toward you while Bonnie and Elena try to stop her. You’re frowning, not understanding what’s going on. When Caroline gives you your phone, you notice the new text from Stefan and you understand why she is acting like that.
“When were you going to tell us ?!” Caroline screams, outraged while you try to play it cool.
“It's nothing worth talking about.”
“I hope you’re joking ! ‘You spend the night at my place or I go to yours ?’” Caroline says, quoting Stefan’s text. “And you call that ‘nothing’ ? When did you plan to tell us ?”
“Caroline, she deserves some privacy.” Bonnie reminds her.
“And you, when were you gonna tell us about Klaus ?” You ask Caroline and she opens her eyes big while Bonnie and Elena look at her, shocked. “Yes, he told me.”
“Don’t change the subject !”
“It’s not a big deal, Caroline.” Elena protests.
“You’re not being serious ? You’re telling me you don’t want to know more after seeing that text ?”
“I mean, only if Y/N wants to.” Bonnie answers her.
“Like I said, there’s nothing to say. Yes, we see each other sometimes at night. But it’s only from time to time. Nothing serious.”
“Wait, so it’s you ?” Elena asks me, as if she just got a revelation. “Damon told me a woman was always leaving Stefan’s room at every sunrise. I would have never guessed he was talking about you.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Wait a second again, you told us ‘sometimes’, Damon told me it’s almost every night ! During the week, there’s only a night where Stefan is really alone, according to him.”
“Really, that much ?” Caroline laughs, surprised.
“Sometimes, we just talk.” You answer to your friends. “Now, can you all stop talking about our private life ? There's nothing more to say about it !”
“I don’t get why you two haven't taken it to the next level yet.” Bonnie says and you sigh.
“Maybe we don’t want to. Honestly, I’m fine with how things are right now. I’m not sure I want a relationship once again. And he never said anything about us being serious.”
“Why not ?” Elena questions.
“Personally, I’ve never had any luck when it comes to love. My first boyfriend, or suitor like we used to say, I killed him because I lost control. The second tried to kill me when he discovered I was a vampire. For the third, we were in a toxic relationship. I tried love and it’s not for me.”
“You and Stefan, you’re meant to be.” Bonnie assures.
“I don’t know…”
“Oh, come on ! The looks you two give to each other don’t lie. You should be together !” Caroline exclaims.
“We’ll see. I don’t want him to feel like he has to do something and then it…” I start saying and Elena guesses the end of my sentence.
“Ruins everything ?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Talk about it. Who knows ? Maybe he wants to be with you, too.”
Not wanting to talk about it anymore, you change the subject, reminding them that the pizzas must be cold, again. You noticed that Caroline still wants to talk about it, but Bonnie sends her a death stare, stopping her from doing so. You mentally thank her for that. However, the rest of the day, you can’t help but think about their thoughts about the situation. It’s true, you’d like to make your relationship ‘official’ but if it’s unrequited, you wouldn’t know what to do. Furthermore, you’re scared that your next curse about your love life is you ruining everything. After your last love story, you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t fall in love again, but Stefan and you had to kiss once then sleep together to change the promise you made to yourself.
At nightfall, you go to Stefan’s house. You don’t need to wait a lot for the situation to go from normal to heated. Once you’re done, you decide to change your routine, staying until he wakes up. That night, you don’t catch any sleep, thinking about the way you’re going to bring up the conversation. As the hours go by, you get more nervous. You try to think of every worst case scenario, hoping they won’t happen. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.
When the clock shows seven am, you feel Stefan moving a little next to you. He opens his eyes and frowns when he sees you laying next to him. You turn your head to him and smile kindly, trying to look relaxed.
“Are you really here ?”
“I hope you’ll be happy about it.” you say, laughing nervously.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not complaining but I expected to find your side of the bed empty, as always.
“I decided to change that. Hope you don’t mind, though.”
“Not at all, don’t worry.” He smiles.
“Stefan, I want to talk to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“Do you think that one day we could take it to the next level ? I mean, not that I don’t like what we have right now ! But we spent so many times together the past couple months and we never said if… if our relationship could be more.”
“I didn’t expect that question.” Stefan admits, sitting against the bed frame.
“Don’t feel like you have to do anything ! I just want to know where we are.”
“Yes, I understand. But I have to say, I don’t know. I like being with you, to say I don't like it would be a lie, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a new relationship. Katherine manipulated me, Elena fell in love with my brother. I’m not saying you would do the same, but I don’t want to live those kinds of situations ever again. I’m sorry if I gave you hope we could be together. Hope you understand.”
“I understand, don’t worry.” You say, trying to act like you don’t really care. “I’m… happy we clarified the situation… I have to go. I have something to do at my place.”
You see Stefan is about to say something but stops himself. You don’t pay anymore attention to him and take your clothes off the floor but this time, you don’t get dressed without making any sound. You do it quickly, wanting to leave as fast as you can. You knew there was a risk he’d push you away but deep down, you had hope it wouldn’t happen. Apparently, you don’t even need to be in a relationship anymore to feel that ache in your heart when you feel betrayed. After all, he doesn’t owe you anything, you know it but it still hurts. You bid your goodbye to him before leaving, almost running.
You isolated yourself the whole day. You only talked with Elena through text messages. After that, you almost didn’t take a look at your phone. You’d rather spend your day reading a book, leaving reality and your problems behind.
At seven pm, you look for new notifications and you’re surprised to see several missed calls from Stefan. You delete them, not wanting to talk to him right now. You know his reasons to push you away are valids. You understand his fears, you have the same ones, but you thought you’d talk a little bit more together. But thinking back to the discussion, you quickly ended it, you couldn’t handle ruining something again. You’re about to resume reading your book when you hear someone knocking on your door. Without any motivation, you go to open it. You open your eyes wide when you see Stefan in front of you. He seems nervous and… guilty ? He asks if he can come in and you let him. When you close the door, you both stay silent, looking at each other. You don’t go to another room. You’re too embarrassed to invite him to sit down on your couch, the conversation of this morning still playing in your head. You were really stupid to listen to your friends ! Now, there’s a tension between you two, something you didn’t want.
“I apologise for this morning.” he starts.
“You don’t have to, Stefan.”
“No, I owe you an apology. I want to take it to the next level. When I woke up and I saw you were still with me, I realised I wanted to be with you, just like you do. Elena told me you wanted more, even though you told me you just wanted to know.”
“Don’t pity me, please.” You beg him, feeling even more humiliated.
“It’s not the case. I love being with you. I love the moments we spend together, especially during the night where we just talked and got to know each other. I’ve never felt that big of a connection with anybody else before. But…”
“You don’t want to have your heart broken again.” You say, guessing the end of his sentence. “I get it. I have the same fear. We could say, we’ve never really had any luck in love.”
“Yeah.” He laughs softly. “But I want to try it. I pushed you away out of fear, but the moment I did it, I cursed myself. Deep down, I was waiting for that moment without knowing I was.”
“Your fears talked for you, it’s legit. It was the same for me when we talked about it with the girls and I talked about it.” You reassure him. “But with you, I want to overcome my fears. You’re the first person with whom I want to do it. I don’t want to miss a relationship that could be beautiful because my old scars are not completely healed.”
“Me neither. I trust you enough to set my fears aside. I really want us to be together.”
This last sentence makes you feel so much joy. Without thinking, you kiss him. Compared to the kisses you had two already shared, this one is full of love and tenderness. Stefan brings you closer by putting his hands on your hips. After a few seconds, you break the kiss, but your foreheads are still touching.
“You won’t sneak out in the morning anymore ?” Stefan asks you, a smile on his face that you share.
Summary : Katherine thinks back to the way you ended up together.
Warnings : witch!reader, flashbacks start during the 20s, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), Katherine killing people, implied sex, Katherine is jealous, a small reference to Interview With The Vampire, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 2.5k
French version
Song inspiration : Mastermind by Taylor Swift
A light breeze comes through the opened bedroom window, making the curtains move. The coolness of the night doesn’t bother Katherine, her entire focus set on your body next to hers, your head resting on her chest while you’re sleeping. Katherine lovingly looks at you and her hand strokes your arm. Her eyes on your face, Katherine can’t help but reminisce about the several events that brought you two to this precise moment.
The Roaring Twenties were in full swing. Katherine was running away from Klaus, though that didn’t stop her from having fun. She visited Speakeasies quite often, it was the perfect place to find a victim too inebriated to fight back.
That night, Katherine had found out about a Speakeasy thanks to her meal from the day before. As she arrived there, a soft voice instantly caught her attention. Turning her head, she found you on a stage, being completely captivated by your own singing as if you were alone in this world. She hadn't felt this kind of attraction in several decades.
Waiting for the end of your show, Katherine went to the bar, ordering a cocktail, her eyes didn’t leave you for one second. As she was sitting on a stool, Katherine was sipping her drink, her head moving at the rhythm of the music. As soon as you finished singing, people applauded. Beaming brightly, you bowed before getting off the stage. You trotted around to the bar and ordered a bourbon. Katherine was next to you and she didn’t waste another minute before leaning toward you, a charming smile on her face.
“I really loved your performance.”
“Thank you, I’m very happy to hear it,” you replied, taking a sip from your freshly poured drink. “You’re new here, am I right? I don’t recall seeing your face before.”
“You’re right,” she affirmed, ready to add something else when a masculine voice beat her to it.
“Y/N, the boss wants to see you.”
Katherine was throwing daggers at the man who interrupted your conversation. She only wanted one thing; to get up and compel him so he would leave you be. However, before she could move, you stood up, drinking your glass in one. Before walking to the man, you looked deeply into her eyes and put your hand on her forearm.
“I have to go. I sing every Saturday, I hope I’ll see you again.”
“You will.”
Satisfied by her answer, you languorously looked at her up and down then turned around toward the man. Katherine watched you leave and her only thought in her mind was ‘I will have her, nothing is going to stop me.”
As Katherine had promised you, the following Saturday, she came back to the Speakeasy to see you again. This time, she meticulously made a plan to have more than a one-minute conversation with you. She wasn’t going to let you slip through her fingers once more.
Katherine gazed at you performing with as many stars in her eyes as the first time. She still couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. How could a mere mortal make her lose her mind? You had been in every single one of her thoughts for a whole week, she hated and loved it.
As soon as you finished singing, you accepted the flowers people gifted to you and discussed with some of them. Ten minutes later, you were finally able to go back to your dressing room.
In front of your mirror, you started taking off some of your jewellery when your eyes found the reflection of Katherine in front of you. A sneering smile made its way to your face while Katherine was leaning on the doorframe.
“Did you bribe the man who’s watching my room?” you asked before marking a pause. “Or did you compel him?”
“You know what I am,” Katherine exclaimed, entering the room.
Slowly, you rose from your chair and walked toward her.
“I know who you are, Katerine Petrova. Though, I believe you like to be called Katherine Pierce nowadays, don’t you?”
“I’m glad to know my reputation precedes me,” she said, closing the door.
“It’s not necessarily a good thing. After all, you’re known for angering Klaus Mikaelson and also for your selfishness.”
Kathere was flattered at your sentence. Although she was afraid Klaus would find her again, she was happy to know she was famous for standing up to an Original. Katherine took a step toward you before walking around you with a mischievous smile.
“I’m only protecting myself, is it such a bad thing?”
“I don’t know why you’re here, but just know, I only get involved in vampire drama if I can get something out of it,” you claim before using your magic to make her stop in front of you.
“You’re a witch. Interesting.”
“So, what do you want?”
“Oh, I simply wanted to see you,” she whispered in your ear with a fake innocent expression and giving you goosebumps. “However, now that I know what you are, I think we can form an alliance,” Katherine said, taking a step back. “The last witch I used to work with dumped me.”
“You mean you betrayed her?”
“I’d say it depends on the point of view,” Katherine admitted after pretending to think.
“Why would I form an alliance with you? Klaus will kill me if he knows I’m helping you.”
“I’m sure you have one more trick up your sleeve. You can help me to protect myself from my enemies and I can give you my protection.”
“I’m a three hundred-year-old witch, my magic is powerful enough to protect myself,” you informed her with an arrogant look.
“Well, let’s say the day you’ll need something from me, you’ll just have to ask and I promise to never turn my back on you. Do we have a deal?” Katherine proposed, holding out her hand.
“We do,” you replied, shaking it.
You shook hands for a few seconds, then thanks to a confidence boost, Katherine pulled you in and put her lips on yours. At first, you were surprised, it took you a few seconds to kiss her back passionately. Between two kisses, Katherine smiled, proud the first part of her plan worked out.
From that night on, an alliance was created between you two. Katherine called you often so you would either help her stay off radars from Klaus, change her jewel to walk in the sun or to manipulate the world around her; Katherine knew she could use your magic for herself. At first, you didn’t think a vampire could be this useful, yet to be a witch means being an easy target and Katherine always helped you when needed and whenever you wanted to try out some spells, she always volunteered to help you.
On top of your ‘professional’ relationship, a more intimate one also bloomed. Nothing official, of course, Katherine wasn’t made for something more than casual. She’s only faithful to herself and no one else. Yet, with years, you started to be the exception to the rule. It wasn’t rare for you two to meet each other when you didn’t need the other’s help so you could be intimate and after those moments, you would sometimes talk about your respective past, showing a part of yourselves you normally hid to others.
Over time, you ended up having feelings for her, which you tried to deny for years. Loving Katherine wouldn’t end well, you knew it; so you couldn’t let stupid feelings ruin your alliance with her. Consequently, you took as much as Katherine would give you.
However, one night, while you were laying in bed, the cover barely on your naked bodies, you dared bring the subject up. You didn’t explicitly say you loved her, you only asked if you were exclusive. Katherine lightly chuckled and affirmed she was sleeping with other people so you could do whatever you want. You gazed while she told you this and you felt like she was so detached from you. Though, if you could have read her mind, you would have heard her panic screams.
Katherine was attached to you more than she planned and despite seeing other people, she only had eyes for you. The second the words ‘you can do whatever you want with whoever you want’ left her mouth, Katherine wanted to hit herself. It was the opposite of what she wanted. Katherine was known for her selfishness but also for her jealousy and in spite of herself, she pushed you in strangers’ arms with a big smile on her face.
Your heart tightened in your chest the second you heard her, nevertheless you showed nothing. After all, dating Katherine was a lost cause, so better not to try it. As a consequence, you kept being casual.
Notwithstanding, everything changed one evening, fifteen years after you first met. You were at a bar where you made acquaintance with a beautiful woman. You paid her a drink and talked. One thing leading to another, you got out of the bar so you could make out away from prying eyes. Behind the establishment, you had your back pressed against the brick wall while the woman - whose name you didn’t care to remember - was kissing you with passion. With your eyes closed, you appreciated every kiss, especially when they went from your lips to your neck. Your hands were on her hips, trying to bring her closer while hers slipped underneath your shirt. She was about to take it off when she was pulled back by Katherine. Before you could react, she bit your one night stand in the neck. Getting a hold of yourself, you cast a spell on Katherine so she let her go.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” you screamed, angry.
“I was hungry. I promise to take care of the body,” she stated with empty eyes.
“Couldn’t you find someone else? In case you hadn’t noticed, I wanted to spend the night with her.”
“Oh, I noticed perfectly, but she didn’t deserve you.”
“It was just a one night stand, I wasn’t going to marry her,” you added, rolling your eyes.
“Then, why are you making such a big deal out of me killing her? I’m sure you’ll find someone else to go home with. There was more than one woman who stared hungrily at you,” Katherine said with venom.
“What?” you questioned before having your eyes wide open. “Wait, are you jealous?”
“No, I just don’t like when people get close to you.”
“That’s the definition of ‘jealousy.’ I thought I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted, that between us it was just casual, so why is it bothering you so much?” you asked and Katherine felt anger eating her alive when you used her words against her. “I was kissing her and I was about to have sex with her, that’s it.”
“I heard your heart skipping a beat!” she yelled, confusing you even more.
“What are you talking about?”
“When she complimented you, ‘oh, you’re breathtaking, I don’t understand how you’re single’,” Katherine told you, imitating the woman's voice.
“You stalked me the whole night? Have you done this before?”
“If you really want to know, yes! After all, I can’t lose my ally so I need to watch you.”
“Oh, so now all of this is just about our alliance? Nothing else?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re full of shit,” you exclaimed, annoyed, “Don’t deny something for once in your life! Why are you acting like this?”
“Because I love you!” Katherine finally confessed, being at her wits’ end, “Happy? And I don’t know how to act, alright? I have always had the upper hand, manipulating people I wanted, but with you? I can barely follow you and I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t know what to do about it! So, yes, I’m jealous you’re with other women, even if I told you you could. I want you and I want no one else to have you. I know I’m a lot and I’m manipulative, you might say I’m Machiavellian but It’s because I care. I’m irrational, I’m aware, but you caught me off guard and I don’t know how to act. I learned to keep people at arm’s length and it’s what I’ve done with you, too, even when it’s the last thing I want. Seeing you kissing her tonight was my last straw, I couldn’t keep it any longer.”
“I swear I don’t understand you sometimes,” you sighed before bringing her to you and kissing her.
Katherine put her hands on both sides of your face, deepening the kiss. As opposed to all the kisses you had shared before, this one was soft, full of love and vulnerable. Without wasting another second, your tongue found its way to her mouth while Katherine made you step back until your back hit the wall. You kept kissing for several minutes before breaking the kiss, your lips curving into a smile.
The sunlight slowly enters the room, illuminating your body, making it even more beautiful. Feeling you slightly move against her, Katherine stops reminiscing about your relationship before focusing on her present with you. Once your eyes are open, you gaze at Katherine before pecking her lips. With just one look, you guess you snapped her out of her thoughts.
“What were you thinking about?” you ask, stroking her cheek.
“We’ve been together for twenty years, can you imagine?”
“Who would have thought the heartless vampire Katherine Pierce was so cheesy?” you joke.
“Hey! It’s your fault. You made me weak,” Katherine replied, faking offense.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Besides, I’m only cheesy with you, no one else.”
“More seriously, what were you thinking about?”
“Us,” she admits with eyes full of love. “The first time I saw you I knew I wanted you and I planned everything to see you again. When I still didn’t know you were a witch, I simply thought I’d flirt and have a relationship with you, but after, I realised I could do better and the second you accepted my deal… I knew I had to do everything to be useful to you so you wouldn’t slip through my fingers. Every time I needed you and I made sure you needed me, just know it was all part of my plan, none of it was accidental.”
“So, saying we were casual then throwing a tantrum was part of your big plan as well?” you question with a teasing look.
“Ok, this wasn’t part of my plan and it’s exactly why it failed, anyway beside this snag, everything was calculated.”
“Oh, I know,” you confess with a smirk, catching her off guard.
“You know?”
“You’re Katherine Pierce, I knew from the start you had something in mind,” you affirm.
Masterlist
Katherine can’t help but feel pride, realising you’re the only person in this world to know her this well and accept every part of her, the goods like the bad ones. At this precise instant, Katherine knows she couldn’t have found a better person to spend the rest of eternity with.
Summary : You thought your father, Dean Winchester, would always be by your side.
Warnings : Spoiler last episode of the show!, reader is Dean's daughter, no age mention but reader is a young adult, angst, character death, feeling of hopelessness, loss of a parent, bittersweet ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English isn't my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 4.6k
French version
Song inspiration : Marjorie by Taylor Swift
Laying on your bed, a book in hand and your dog Miracle at your feet, you patiently wait for your dad and your Uncle Sam to come home from the hunt. Since the apocalypses, the wars between Angels, Archangels and God have officially stopped, you took a step back from the hunting life. You still help them with the research but you don’t go on the field as much. You can finally have a normal life - as normal as it can be when your last name is Winchester - and Dean supports your decision, glad to know your future is full of possibilities.
You’re in the middle of a chapter when you hear the bunker’s door opening. Miracle raises his head while you put your book on the bed. You trot to the entrance where you only find Sam with an emotionless look on his face however you don’t notice it.
“Was the hunt good? Where’s dad?” you question with a smile.
“Y/N, something happened.”
“What? Did you scratch Baby?” you laugh, yet your smile disappears as soon as you see his serious face.
“No, it’s Dean.”
“What is it? Uncle Sam, what happened? Is dad hurt? Where is he?”
“Y/N, wait,” Sam holds you back as you’re about to leave the room. “You should sit down.”
“I don’t want to sit down, I want to know where my dad is.”
“We found a vampire nest so we went there to kill them but Dean got hurt.”
“Is he okay, though, right?”
Sam stays silent for a long second before speaking again.
“One of the vampires pushed them against a beam and there was a spike. He got severely injured.”
“What do you mean, Sam? Tell me my dad is okay!”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, Dean… he died during the hunt.”
Upon hearing this sentence, the floor crumbles underneath your feet. You can’t believe it. You stay speechless while Sam keeps talking.
“You dad wanted you to know he’s always been proud of you and he loves you. He also told me-”
“No…,” you interrupt him with watery eyes. “Wh-, How-, it can’t be.” you stutter, shaking your head. “He can’t die! He is Dean Winchester. He’s survived so many things. He can’t be dead!”
“Y/N/N, I’m terribly sorry.”
“No!” you scream when Sam is about to hug you. “I… I need…”
You don’t finish your sentence, too stunned to speak. You run to your room, tears rolling down your face, Miracle hot on your heels. You let the dog in the room before locking yourself in. Completely confused, you don’t know what to stare at. Your eyes look everywhere while Sam’s words are echoing in your head: ‘He died during the hunt.’ You choke while big tears stream down your cheeks. You fall to the ground as your heart bleeds. You can’t believe you’ve just lost your dad.
One could think it wouldn’t hurt as much after Dean cheated death so many times, however the pain is still unbearable - if not worse, this time. You grew up with only your dad and your Uncle as your mom died in childbirth. Your family isn’t big but your love for them knows no limit. You had to overcome a lot of loss the past years, whether it was Bobby, Charlie, Castiel or other people, though the pain you felt at their death is nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now. You’re lost, begging in the empty for your dad to come back to you. Miracle has his head on your legs, trying to comfort you; you stare at him and you hurt a bit more.
Dean never wanted a dog, no matter how many times you asked him for one. He always used to say with your way of life, you couldn’t take care of one and above all, he’d say no dog would ever get in the Impala as long as he’s alive. However, the second your life went back to normal, he rescued Miracle. You secretly suspect he’s always wanted a dog and your whim was the perfect excuse to adopt one. When he brought Miracle home, you weren’t surprised to see he was the one he got. Miracle managed to find his way to Dean’s heart since they first met, though he would never admit it… would have never admitted it.
Dean was finally having the life he’s always wanted, far away from the repeating apocalypses and it was taken from him as quickly as it came. It isn’t fair. You dad doesn’t deserve to die this young and you still need him. You’ll always need him.
You stay with your back against the door and Miracle in your arms for several hours. Actually, you don’t know how long you stayed in this position. You’re numb, time is standing still since your discussion with Sam; maybe only two hours passed or a whole day, you have no idea and you don’t have the strength to check it on your phone. All you want is your dad. You don’t care what time it is or if you need to eat. You just want Dean and his comfort.
You think back to all the times you lost Dean and all the times he came back. There always was a solution. There must be one for this time, too. His time hasn’t come yet. You still can bring back your dad to life, no matter the sacrifice you have to make. You dry your cheeks and stand up. Determined, you leave your room and walk to the library, Miracle following you. You take several lore books you already know and others you’ve never read but could be useful. On the table, you have at least four piles of ten books, yet you’re still motivated. You could read thousands of books, as long as you find a solution, that’s all that matters. You take one and start reading it and taking notes with information that might be helpful.
You’ve just finished a whole stack when Sam’s voice snaps you out of your reading, startling you. Sam stares at you, worried while you don’t pay much attention to him before going back to your research. Sam sits in front of you yet, he stays silent. He watches you for a few minutes before speaking.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“Alright. I’m gonna give Dean a Hunter’s funeral tomorrow. If you wanna join me.”
“Don’t burn his body!” you exclaim following his information.
“I have to and you know it.”
“No! If you do it, it’ll be even harder to save him.”
“What exactly are you researching, Y/N?” Sam questions, fearing your answer.
“A way to resuscitate dad.”
“Y/N, we can’t do that.” He firmly says and you look at him sternly.
“Why? That didn’t stop you and dad from doing it numerous times before, why would it be any different now?”
“Because everytime we wanted to cheat death, it caused major issues, you know that damn well.”
“Nothing we can’t handle. Dad can’t be dead, not like this, not now that everything is starting to get better. I’m gonna bring him back, no matter the price.” you affirm, opening a new book.
“Even if you have to die?” Sam interrogated, surprised.
“As long as he’s alive, that’s all that matters.”
“Y/N, your dad wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your life for him. He’d want you to live it.”
“It means nothing if he isn’t there.” you say, your lip quivering. “I need him, Uncle Sam. I have to bring him back.”
“We can’t.”
“We damn well can! We can find a solution.” you argue before having an idea. “I’m even sure if we asked Jack, he’d do it. After all, the current God likes us more than the last one, we’re his family.”
“Y/N, we can’t save him, not this time.” Sam insists, making you angry.
“If you don’t want to save your big brother who sacrificed everything for you, that’s your problem, as for me, I’m gonna save him, so either you help me or you leave me alone.”
“It’s time he rests in peace, especially after everything he went through.”
“Because of everything he went through, he deserves to live without worrying about Lucifer, God or another Archangel.”
You look at Sam, sure of yourself. Sam doesn’t reply right away before weighing pros and cons and admitting to you:
“Dean specifically asked to not be brought back to life because he knew too well the consequences, so respect his wish.”
“He was dying, he didn’t know what he wanted. Now, leave me, I have lots of research to do.”
Defeated, Sam sighs before leaving the library. He sees how desperate and in denial you are. He just hopes you’ll realise very soon bringing Dean back is dangerous and useless. Though he fears you’ll realise it too late and you’ll suffer even more. Either way, he promised Dean to be there for you and that’s what he’s going to do. Whether you want it or not, Sam will stay by your side to comfort you the instant you’ll accept Dean’s death.
The following day, Sam gives Dean a Hunter’s funeral alone. He tried to convince you to come but you refused, preferring to lose yourself in your research. Sam wished he could have done the funeral later, fearing you might regret it later for missing this last goodbye to Dean, unfortunately, it had to be done as soon as possible.
Sam worries more and more for you. You’ve completely shut yourself out. You only read books in the library and do more advanced research on the internet without sleeping or eating. He brings you food however you almost never eat and you pull all-nighter after the other, despite his disapproval. He doesn’t know what to do to help you. He knew you’d be devastated when he told you Dean’s death but he didn’t expect this reaction.
A few weeks later, the situation hasn’t evolved, except that now you’re locked in your room and not in the library as a way to avoid Sam. You’re still mad at him for not wanting to help you save your father. You don’t understand how he can be this passive. Your father would have done everything to bring back Sam if the roles were reversed, you’re sure of it.
You finish reading the last book you took from the library when you have an idea. You think you know where to look, except you didn’t see the book when you rummage through all the shelves or you would have started with this one right away. Just in case, you go through the mess that is your room now before going to the library and checking everywhere four times. You try to remember where it might be when a memory comes into your mind. You saw it last in your dad’s bedroom a few weeks before his death. You haven’t stepped a foot there since Dean’s last hunt. You just can’t. You’d like to, though. Normally, whenever you’re feeling down, you go find your dad in his room so he can comfort you.
However, if you went to his room now, you’d face a loud silence and you can’t face it.
Reluctantly, you end up walking slowly to Dean’s bedroom. You stay in front of the door for some time, pondering if you should go in or not. You don’t know if you’re ready to enter his room but on the other hand, you need this book, it might be the solution. You take a deep breath and open the door. The corridor light penetrates the room and you can see the bed which is made, his music collection and the book you’re looking for on the desk. You turn on the light and take big steps to his desk, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible. However, you don’t do it. On the desk chair, you find one of your dad’s shirts. You get teary eyes as you take it and bring the piece of cloth to your nose. You smell the familiar scent and you burst into tears in one second. You wish Dean would come to his room and tell you not to steal one of his tapes like you usually do. Everytime he’d admonish you, he’d pretend it bothered him when in reality, he loved knowing he passed on his love for classic rock to you. His bedroom is now all that’s left of him and you don’t want to lose this place, even the most insignificant piece of scrap such as the menu from the burger place a few miles away is now of an inestimable value. Your eyes fall on a piece of paper lying in the middle of the desk. Carefully, you read it and find it’s an application to become a firefighter on which you can see his signature with his name on the bottom of the paper. You sob when you think back of the first time your dad confessed to you he would have loved to be one if he hadn’t been a hunter.
It was a few years ago during a fall morning, Dean had woken you up early. Too early. At 4:00 A.M. to be specific. He had woken you up because he wanted to have a father-daughter day. This was how you found yourself in the Impala this early while you were still mentally sleeping and your dad was happy to spend the day with you.
“You know, a father-daughter day can start at 10:00 A.M.,” you complained, yawning.
“You’re not gonna regret waking up early, trust me. We’re almost there.”
“It better be amazing or during the next roadtrip I pick the music.”
“Hell no! You know the rules.” Dean refused.
“Yeah, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, whatever. I deserve some compensation!”
“I got you some donuts.” he exclaimed, showing the pink box at your feet.
“It’s a good start.”
A few minutes later, you arrived in front of a lake. Dean told you to get out of the car and to lean on the hood with the donuts in hand. Despite the morning breeze, you started eating while watching the sunrise. The sky was a beautiful amber colour and it was reflecting on the lake, making the scene even more stunning. It was peaceful, save for the birds which were waking up.
“So, wasn’t it worth it?” Dean asked with a smirk.
“Ok, you were right and besides, the donuts are delicious. I didn’t think of you as a fan of watching the sunrise.”
“I can be interested in nature!”
“Stop it or next thing you know, you’re only gonna eat salad like Uncle Sam.” you answered with a fake fear expression on your face to which Dean rolled his eyes.
“The fact is we’re having a great time as a father and daughter, away from all the supernatural threats.” Dean said, holding you close to him.
“True.”
“And like this, I can make it up a little bit for the father I am.”
“You don’t have to make it up. You’re a great dad.”
“No children should grow up like you did, like I did. I always promised myself I wouldn't make the same mistakes as my father and here you are in the middle of all this crap between two High School periods.” He grumbled, avoiding your gaze.
“Do I have to remind you I started hunting because I followed you, not because you forced me to?”
“I’m still mad at you for that. You shouldn’t have followed us when you didn’t even know what you were fighting, it could have ended badly!”
“The fact is I saved your ass from some werewolves.” you retorted with a proud smile.
“You especially got lucky. I didn’t know what I would have done if you had gotten hurt.”
“I learned from the best, nothing could happen to me.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. With Sam, we always got ourselves out of those messes just on time. I don’t like knowing you’re part of the hunting life.” Dean confessed with sad eyes.
“I chose it. You always give me a way out and I never take it because I like to hunt.”
“Maybe, but I wish you had the opportunity to lead a normal life, you deserve it.”
“I might not hunt my whole life, I don’t know for sure. For now, it’s what I want to do, though. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’d do if I weren’t a hunter. Besides, you deserve a normal life, too, you know.” you affirmed, firmly.
“It’s too late for me. And I’m not made for the apple pie life but it can be different for you.”
Your heart broke in your chest upon hearing your dad saying this. You wish his life had been different, that his dad had given him the choice when he was younger. Dean might have kept everything buried inside yet, you could read him like an open book. No matter what he affirmed you, you knew your dad wished for a calmer life.
“What would you have done, if you hadn’t been a hunter?” you randomly asked.
“What do you mean?”
“If you had the apple pie life, what would be your job?”
“I don’t know.” he replied but you didn’t believe him.
“You’re telling me you never thought about it ? You’re lying. I can totally see you in a job where you help others.”
“I would have loved to be a firefighter.” Dean confessed after marking a pause.
“You would have been a good firefighter, I’m sure of it. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll have your chance?”
“I don’t think so. I made up my mind I’ll always be a hunter and besides without hunting, I would have never met your mother and you wouldn’t be here so I’m grateful for this life.” he affirmed with a genuine smile.
“You’ll always be here, right?”
“Always.” he promised.
You kept watching the sunrise while talking about more random topics, you particularly complained about some teachers and Dean shared his High School experiences - while leaving behind some details as to not be a bad influence.
The rest of the day, Dean taught you how to drive Baby, something that didn’t happen often. You were so happy to see your dad trusting you this much. You carefully listened to Dean to avoid making any mistakes. Dean, as for him, loved sharing this knowledge with you, despite having some anxiety over Baby potentially being injured at any given moment. After that day, this place by the lake quickly became your father-daughter spot.
In hindsight, you realise to what extent Dean could have lived the life he wanted. He was probably going to go less and less on hunts so he could do the job he always loved and his chance at a normal life has been ripped away from him. After everything he went through, he deserved this chance.
Furthermore, you become aware you’ll never have a father-daughter day again where Dean wakes you before the sun so you could enjoy every instant. Had you known, you would have made sure to memorise every second of your last day. All of these memories are part of the past and you can’t bear the idea of it. You can’t stay another day away from your dad, you’re desperate and you must save him. You keep the shirt in your hand while you close the door then, you pray to Jack, looking up.
“Please, Jack, if you can hear me, you have to help me. I’ll bother you only this one time, I promise. I won’t ask for anything else. I just need my father, you have to bring him back. Please, help me.”
You keep begging as you close your eyes as if it gave more strength to your prayers. After a few minutes, Jack’s voice saying your name resonates in the room. You open your eyes and throw yourself in his arms. You missed him so much. You quickly considered Jack as your little brother after he was born so the second he took over Chuck, you heart broke. You’re glad to see Jack replied to your call, despite his responsibilities.
“I’m happy to see you, Y/N.”
“Me too, you have no idea.”
“You prayed so we could talk about Dean. Let me tell you, he is in Heaven. He deserves it after everything he’s done.” he informs you with a genuine smile.
“He particularly deserves to live. Jack, I know I’m asking for a lot but he can’t stay in Heaven, he has a life here, he has to live it.”
“I can’t do that and you know it.”
“You’re God now, of course you can!” you exclaim, appalled.
“After everything he’s sacrificed, he can finally rest.”
“No, he can finally live! Jack, you have to save him.” you beg, tears in your eyes.
“I can’t break the new balance we just made and also, he doesn’t want to, Y/N, he knows the price to pay and he doesn’t want you and Sam to pay it, you in particular.” Jack says, calmly.
“You’re lying! My dad would never leave me. Please, Jack, I’m begging you to help me. Whether you do it or not, I’ll find a way but with your help, I’ll cause less damage.”
“My answer stays the same. I’m sorry.” he insists, making you mad.
“Leave. I’ll do it alone. I don’t need you! Leave!”
Disappointed, Jack disappears, leaving you alone in Dean’s room. You can’t understand why no one wants to help you. You’re not asking to bring back a monster, just your father so why is everyone letting you down? Your tears that had stopped rolling down earlier find their way back on your cheeks again in a second. You’re sick of everything. You’re sick of crying. You’re sick of no one helping you. And more specifically, you’re sick of not having your father.
Mentally tired, you end up laying down on Dean’s bed and you hold the shirt close to you, hoping it’ll bring you some sense of comfort. You keep crying until you finally fall asleep for the first time in weeks.
A light breeze going over your body wakes you up. You open your eyes, not understanding where it comes from and you find yourself on the backseat of Dean’s car. You just have the time to look up when you see the car door opened and your dad telling you to get out of the car. Surprised, you need a second before jumping into his arms. Dean hugs you back and strokes your back while you pay attention to his shoulders moving at the rhythm of his breath to make sure he’s alive. After a few minutes, you break the embrace and Dean drags you so you can lean against the hood of the Impala which is parked in front of the lake. Dean puts his arm around your shoulder while you put your head against his.
“Dad, is this a dream or real? I’m confused, I haven’t found a solution yet so how can you be here? And how did I get in the Impala?”
“Jack must have found a way for us to meet again.” Dean answers, giving you hope, in spite of himself.
“So, is it all good? You’re safe?”
“No, sweetheart. Jack and Sam were right when they said I didn’t want to be brought back to life.”
“Why, though? You finally had everything you wanted!” you anger, taking a step back from Dean.
“I can’t keep on dying and coming back to life, I had to die for good one day.”
“Yeah, when you’d be old, very old, not now!”
“I wish it could have been later, too, but it is what it is, there’s nothing we can’t do. Y/N/N, I don’t want you to spend your life trying to find a way to bring me back, it always ends badly. I promise you, I regret nothing, I’m fine and I can finally rest. You have to keep living without worrying about me.” he tells you, calmly.
“But I need you, dad.” you retort, shaking your head. “There’s so much I don’t know, there are so many questions I should have asked you about the supernatural, what I’m supposed to do, on how to be and even more questions I haven’t thought about yet. It’s too hard without you.” you say, your voice breaking.
“You’ll be okay, I know you will. You’re a fighter, a Winchester. I’m proud of you and the woman you became, I hope you know that.”
“Uncle Sam told me, yeah.”
“Don’t push him away. He tries his best to support you while respecting what I asked him.” Dean tenderly states.
“You told me you’d never leave me. You promised you’d always be here.”
“And I meant it. I’ll always be by your side even if you don’t see me. I’ll never leave you and when the moment comes, we’ll meet again.”
“I want us to meet again now.” you cry and Dean takes you in his arms.
“I wish we could but we can’t. I’m sorry we didn’t have much time together. I love you, sweetheart, never forget it.”
“I love you, too, dad.” you say before breaking the embrace. “I’ll apologise to Uncle Sam, I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
“He isn’t mad at you, I’m sure of it. It’ll be okay, don’t worry.” he says, kissing your temple. “Come on, let’s enjoy this moment. Donuts?”
A small smile finds its way to your face as soon as he hands you a donut. You take it and eat it, enjoying this precious moment. Mentally, you thank Jack and apologise to him before focusing back on the lake illuminated by the sunrise until you slowly fall back asleep.
The second you wake up, you’re in Dean’s room again, his shirt next to yours. A single tear streams down your face yet, this time, this tear isn’t only for the pain of losing your dad. This tear is full of sadness, yes, but also of joy as you got one last goodbye. This tear rolls down because you know Dean’s death is still affecting you notwithstanding, he’s right, he can’t be brought back to life and you have to accept it. You know that despite everything, he’s still all around you.
You look at the clock on the nightstand and discover it’s still early and the sun is still rising in the sky. You take one of your dad’s jackets in his closet and leave the bunker with Miracle who woke up when he heard you. Outside, you admire the dawn, your heart pinching in your chest a little. No matter how many sunrises you’ll have to live without Dean, you promise yourself to have at least a day during the week where you’ll wake up early and think about your dad. You want to keep him alive in your head and for this, you want to keep the traditions you had when he was still there.
The day officially started, you grab Baby’s keys and drive downtown, more specifically to the Fire Academy. You enter the building and wait for your turn at the reception. As soon as it’s your turn, the woman tells you to come closer and asks what you need.
“I’d like to apply to be a firefighter, please.”
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The woman gives you some information and papers to fill and when she’s done, you thank her and go back to the Impala. Sat on the driver seat, you look at the papers with a bittersweet smile. Though you don’t see Dean, you know he’s here, right next to you, happy to see you officially quit the hunting life and realise your dreams and his.
Summary : Katherine thinks back to the way you ended up together.
Warnings : witch!reader, flashbacks start during the 20s, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), Katherine killing people, implied sex, Katherine is jealous, a small reference to Interview With The Vampire, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 2.5k
French version
Song inspiration : Mastermind by Taylor Swift
A light breeze comes through the opened bedroom window, making the curtains move. The coolness of the night doesn’t bother Katherine, her entire focus set on your body next to hers, your head resting on her chest while you’re sleeping. Katherine lovingly looks at you and her hand strokes your arm. Her eyes on your face, Katherine can’t help but reminisce about the several events that brought you two to this precise moment.
The Roaring Twenties were in full swing. Katherine was running away from Klaus, though that didn’t stop her from having fun. She visited Speakeasies quite often, it was the perfect place to find a victim too inebriated to fight back.
That night, Katherine had found out about a Speakeasy thanks to her meal from the day before. As she arrived there, a soft voice instantly caught her attention. Turning her head, she found you on a stage, being completely captivated by your own singing as if you were alone in this world. She hadn't felt this kind of attraction in several decades.
Waiting for the end of your show, Katherine went to the bar, ordering a cocktail, her eyes didn’t leave you for one second. As she was sitting on a stool, Katherine was sipping her drink, her head moving at the rhythm of the music. As soon as you finished singing, people applauded. Beaming brightly, you bowed before getting off the stage. You trotted around to the bar and ordered a bourbon. Katherine was next to you and she didn’t waste another minute before leaning toward you, a charming smile on her face.
“I really loved your performance.”
“Thank you, I’m very happy to hear it,” you replied, taking a sip from your freshly poured drink. “You’re new here, am I right? I don’t recall seeing your face before.”
“You’re right,” she affirmed, ready to add something else when a masculine voice beat her to it.
“Y/N, the boss wants to see you.”
Katherine was throwing daggers at the man who interrupted your conversation. She only wanted one thing; to get up and compel him so he would leave you be. However, before she could move, you stood up, drinking your glass in one. Before walking to the man, you looked deeply into her eyes and put your hand on her forearm.
“I have to go. I sing every Saturday, I hope I’ll see you again.”
“You will.”
Satisfied by her answer, you languorously looked at her up and down then turned around toward the man. Katherine watched you leave and her only thought in her mind was ‘I will have her, nothing is going to stop me.”
As Katherine had promised you, the following Saturday, she came back to the Speakeasy to see you again. This time, she meticulously made a plan to have more than a one-minute conversation with you. She wasn’t going to let you slip through her fingers once more.
Katherine gazed at you performing with as many stars in her eyes as the first time. She still couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. How could a mere mortal make her lose her mind? You had been in every single one of her thoughts for a whole week, she hated and loved it.
As soon as you finished singing, you accepted the flowers people gifted to you and discussed with some of them. Ten minutes later, you were finally able to go back to your dressing room.
In front of your mirror, you started taking off some of your jewellery when your eyes found the reflection of Katherine in front of you. A sneering smile made its way to your face while Katherine was leaning on the doorframe.
“Did you bribe the man who’s watching my room?” you asked before marking a pause. “Or did you compel him?”
“You know what I am,” Katherine exclaimed, entering the room.
Slowly, you rose from your chair and walked toward her.
“I know who you are, Katerine Petrova. Though, I believe you like to be called Katherine Pierce nowadays, don’t you?”
“I’m glad to know my reputation precedes me,” she said, closing the door.
“It’s not necessarily a good thing. After all, you’re known for angering Klaus Mikaelson and also for your selfishness.”
Kathere was flattered at your sentence. Although she was afraid Klaus would find her again, she was happy to know she was famous for standing up to an Original. Katherine took a step toward you before walking around you with a mischievous smile.
“I’m only protecting myself, is it such a bad thing?”
“I don’t know why you’re here, but just know, I only get involved in vampire drama if I can get something out of it,” you claim before using your magic to make her stop in front of you.
“You’re a witch. Interesting.”
“So, what do you want?”
“Oh, I simply wanted to see you,” she whispered in your ear with a fake innocent expression and giving you goosebumps. “However, now that I know what you are, I think we can form an alliance,” Katherine said, taking a step back. “The last witch I used to work with dumped me.”
“You mean you betrayed her?”
“I’d say it depends on the point of view,” Katherine admitted after pretending to think.
“Why would I form an alliance with you? Klaus will kill me if he knows I’m helping you.”
“I’m sure you have one more trick up your sleeve. You can help me to protect myself from my enemies and I can give you my protection.”
“I’m a three hundred-year-old witch, my magic is powerful enough to protect myself,” you informed her with an arrogant look.
“Well, let’s say the day you’ll need something from me, you’ll just have to ask and I promise to never turn my back on you. Do we have a deal?” Katherine proposed, holding out her hand.
“We do,” you replied, shaking it.
You shook hands for a few seconds, then thanks to a confidence boost, Katherine pulled you in and put her lips on yours. At first, you were surprised, it took you a few seconds to kiss her back passionately. Between two kisses, Katherine smiled, proud the first part of her plan worked out.
From that night on, an alliance was created between you two. Katherine called you often so you would either help her stay off radars from Klaus, change her jewel to walk in the sun or to manipulate the world around her; Katherine knew she could use your magic for herself. At first, you didn’t think a vampire could be this useful, yet to be a witch means being an easy target and Katherine always helped you when needed and whenever you wanted to try out some spells, she always volunteered to help you.
On top of your ‘professional’ relationship, a more intimate one also bloomed. Nothing official, of course, Katherine wasn’t made for something more than casual. She’s only faithful to herself and no one else. Yet, with years, you started to be the exception to the rule. It wasn’t rare for you two to meet each other when you didn’t need the other’s help so you could be intimate and after those moments, you would sometimes talk about your respective past, showing a part of yourselves you normally hid to others.
Over time, you ended up having feelings for her, which you tried to deny for years. Loving Katherine wouldn’t end well, you knew it; so you couldn’t let stupid feelings ruin your alliance with her. Consequently, you took as much as Katherine would give you.
However, one night, while you were laying in bed, the cover barely on your naked bodies, you dared bring the subject up. You didn’t explicitly say you loved her, you only asked if you were exclusive. Katherine lightly chuckled and affirmed she was sleeping with other people so you could do whatever you want. You gazed while she told you this and you felt like she was so detached from you. Though, if you could have read her mind, you would have heard her panic screams.
Katherine was attached to you more than she planned and despite seeing other people, she only had eyes for you. The second the words ‘you can do whatever you want with whoever you want’ left her mouth, Katherine wanted to hit herself. It was the opposite of what she wanted. Katherine was known for her selfishness but also for her jealousy and in spite of herself, she pushed you in strangers’ arms with a big smile on her face.
Your heart tightened in your chest the second you heard her, nevertheless you showed nothing. After all, dating Katherine was a lost cause, so better not to try it. As a consequence, you kept being casual.
Notwithstanding, everything changed one evening, fifteen years after you first met. You were at a bar where you made acquaintance with a beautiful woman. You paid her a drink and talked. One thing leading to another, you got out of the bar so you could make out away from prying eyes. Behind the establishment, you had your back pressed against the brick wall while the woman - whose name you didn’t care to remember - was kissing you with passion. With your eyes closed, you appreciated every kiss, especially when they went from your lips to your neck. Your hands were on her hips, trying to bring her closer while hers slipped underneath your shirt. She was about to take it off when she was pulled back by Katherine. Before you could react, she bit your one night stand in the neck. Getting a hold of yourself, you cast a spell on Katherine so she let her go.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” you screamed, angry.
“I was hungry. I promise to take care of the body,” she stated with empty eyes.
“Couldn’t you find someone else? In case you hadn’t noticed, I wanted to spend the night with her.”
“Oh, I noticed perfectly, but she didn’t deserve you.”
“It was just a one night stand, I wasn’t going to marry her,” you added, rolling your eyes.
“Then, why are you making such a big deal out of me killing her? I’m sure you’ll find someone else to go home with. There was more than one woman who stared hungrily at you,” Katherine said with venom.
“What?” you questioned before having your eyes wide open. “Wait, are you jealous?”
“No, I just don’t like when people get close to you.”
“That’s the definition of ‘jealousy.’ I thought I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted, that between us it was just casual, so why is it bothering you so much?” you asked and Katherine felt anger eating her alive when you used her words against her. “I was kissing her and I was about to have sex with her, that’s it.”
“I heard your heart skipping a beat!” she yelled, confusing you even more.
“What are you talking about?”
“When she complimented you, ‘oh, you’re breathtaking, I don’t understand how you’re single’,” Katherine told you, imitating the woman's voice.
“You stalked me the whole night? Have you done this before?”
“If you really want to know, yes! After all, I can’t lose my ally so I need to watch you.”
“Oh, so now all of this is just about our alliance? Nothing else?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re full of shit,” you exclaimed, annoyed, “Don’t deny something for once in your life! Why are you acting like this?”
“Because I love you!” Katherine finally confessed, being at her wits’ end, “Happy? And I don’t know how to act, alright? I have always had the upper hand, manipulating people I wanted, but with you? I can barely follow you and I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t know what to do about it! So, yes, I’m jealous you’re with other women, even if I told you you could. I want you and I want no one else to have you. I know I’m a lot and I’m manipulative, you might say I’m Machiavellian but It’s because I care. I’m irrational, I’m aware, but you caught me off guard and I don’t know how to act. I learned to keep people at arm’s length and it’s what I’ve done with you, too, even when it’s the last thing I want. Seeing you kissing her tonight was my last straw, I couldn’t keep it any longer.”
“I swear I don’t understand you sometimes,” you sighed before bringing her to you and kissing her.
Katherine put her hands on both sides of your face, deepening the kiss. As opposed to all the kisses you had shared before, this one was soft, full of love and vulnerable. Without wasting another second, your tongue found its way to her mouth while Katherine made you step back until your back hit the wall. You kept kissing for several minutes before breaking the kiss, your lips curving into a smile.
The sunlight slowly enters the room, illuminating your body, making it even more beautiful. Feeling you slightly move against her, Katherine stops reminiscing about your relationship before focusing on her present with you. Once your eyes are open, you gaze at Katherine before pecking her lips. With just one look, you guess you snapped her out of her thoughts.
“What were you thinking about?” you ask, stroking her cheek.
“We’ve been together for twenty years, can you imagine?”
“Who would have thought the heartless vampire Katherine Pierce was so cheesy?” you joke.
“Hey! It’s your fault. You made me weak,” Katherine replied, faking offense.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Besides, I’m only cheesy with you, no one else.”
“More seriously, what were you thinking about?”
“Us,” she admits with eyes full of love. “The first time I saw you I knew I wanted you and I planned everything to see you again. When I still didn’t know you were a witch, I simply thought I’d flirt and have a relationship with you, but after, I realised I could do better and the second you accepted my deal… I knew I had to do everything to be useful to you so you wouldn’t slip through my fingers. Every time I needed you and I made sure you needed me, just know it was all part of my plan, none of it was accidental.”
“So, saying we were casual then throwing a tantrum was part of your big plan as well?” you question with a teasing look.
“Ok, this wasn’t part of my plan and it’s exactly why it failed, anyway beside this snag, everything was calculated.”
“Oh, I know,” you confess with a smirk, catching her off guard.
“You know?”
“You’re Katherine Pierce, I knew from the start you had something in mind,” you affirm.
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Katherine can’t help but feel pride, realising you’re the only person in this world to know her this well and accept every part of her, the goods like the bad ones. At this precise instant, Katherine knows she couldn’t have found a better person to spend the rest of eternity with.
( second persons account was hacked by the people doing these scams as an fyi )
Not quite sure what they do but from what ive seen im pretty sure they hack into accounts and im also pretty sure they ask for money
Either way just wanted to make a post saying block and report any accounts leaving comments like this and dont trust it basically lol, theyve got nothing good for you and everything and anything they say is bullshit
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Summary : You can't help but admire how beautiful your girlfriend is.
Warnings : sexual tension, implied smut but nothing explicit (⚠️minors, do not interact with this!).
Word count : 949
French version
Since the beginning, you knew Natasha was in the navy, therefore she has to stay in shape, her having muscles shouldn't be a surprise to you. And yet, every time you notice it, you can't help but be amazed by your girlfriend.
The first time it happened, you were rearranging your living room — you never keep the same arrangement longer than a year. You had been dating for three months and you had already given your key to Natasha and so did she. As a consequence, you didn't hear her entering your place as you were trying to move your couch, your back facing her. Your girlfriend looked at you struggling for five minutes before not holding it any longer and chuckling out loud. Startled, you turned around, a hand on your heart as her giggles became louder.
"What is wrong with you scaring me like that! Stop laughing at me and come help me."
"What are you even trying to do ?"
"I want to move the couch against that wall," you said, showing the one in front of you. "Stop it and come here."
A smile on her face, Natasha put her bag down and walked on the other end of the couch, placing herself in front of you. As you started a countdown, she set her hands on both sides of the couch, her arms ready to lift it. Thanks to her tank top, you had a pretty good view on her biceps. As you declared 'three,' Phoenix lifted the couch, using all her strength without any difficulty. Your eyes immediately gazed at her muscles, even more visible than usual due to the effort. On your end of the couch, you couldn't hold it anymore, too unfocused by the sight and the reactions in your body. You had barely moved the furniture five inches away when you dropped it, taking her aback.
"What's got into you?"
She had just finished saying her sentence when you pressed your lips against hers while your hands were all over her body. Natasha didn't waste a second before kissing you back, putting her hands on your waist to get you closer.
"I have a stunning girlfriend," you said as your lips curled into a smile.
Then you kissed her again before deepening it with your tongue. She made you step backward until you fell on the couch as she positioned herself on top of you. Needless to say, the couch didn't move for the next few hours.
Eventually, Natasha understood her muscles has an effect on you. Sure, it's not the only thing you love about her, whether it's physically or personality wise, it's just a big bonus. Since that day with the couch, Phoenix has decided to make the most out of it by putting her muscles in the spotlight as much as she can. As for you, you tell anyone who would listen to you that you have the most beautiful girlfriend.
What you like the most is when you go to the beach. During those moments, it's hard to keep your hands to yourself — and for Natasha as well. She's as obsessed with you as you are with her.
You accompanied her at the beach with the Dagger Squad and you're on a beach chair in your swimsuit while your girlfriend is taking her T-shirt off, staying only with her shorts and the top of her swimming suit. The guys are already close to the water, ready to start their game of Dogfight football, except for Bob who didn't want to play so he's in the chair next to you. Natasha is applying sunscreen on her body which you admire as she talks.
"Are you both sure you don't want to play with us?"
"Maybe later. I want to read a bit first," Bob replies, showing his novel.
"Personally, I much rather look at you play," you smile.
"Oh, I'm sure of it."
Phoenix puts the sunscreen in your bag and then, leans in to kiss you. You put your hand on her cheek, keeping her close to you a little bit longer until whistling from the guys interrupts you.
"Phoenix, we need you, you'll kiss your girl later!" Bradley shouts.
Natasha pecks your lips then she walks to her friends.
As promised, you watch her play, your eyes not losing her for a second. Thanks to her bikini, you have the perfect view on not only her biceps but also her sculpted back and abs. You don't understand a single thing about the game, but you don't mind. No matter who wins, you're the real winner, you're the one who is dating Natasha Trace. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs and bit your lips from the inside as she throw the ball to Bradley.
"I'm not even looking at you and I know you're about to drool," Bob states, snapping you out of your lustful thoughts.
"Not my fault my wife is a goddess."
"She isn't your wife."
"Believe me, it's only a matter of time," you affirm as she scores a point.
"You've only been dating for six months."
"You're right, I should've put a ring on her finger a long time ago," you say, determined.
Bob rolls his eyes with a smile, faking being annoyed. You keep watching the game and when Phoenix's team wins, you jump out of your chair and run to find her. You quickly congratulate her team before taking Natasha's hand and dragging her to the beach exit, a charming smile on your face that she knows all too well. Your girlfriend doesn't need more to follow you as you keep complimenting her and telling her all the things you're about to do.
I promise I haven't forgotten about this account! I just got sick in February and I was too tired to write but thankfully, I'm better now so I'm writing again. I just need to write three more one shots and then I'll be able to post here again. I'm very excited to share those stories, I hope you'll like them.
Take care,
Marie 🫶🏻
Hey!
Je vous promets que je n'ai pas oublié ce compte ! Je suis tombée malade en février et j'étais trop fatiguée pour écrire, mais heureusement je vais mieux maintenant donc j'écris à nouveau. J'ai juste besoin d'écrire trois autres One Shots et je pourrai poster. J'ai hâte de vous partager ces histoires, j'espère qu'elles vous plairont.
Summary : You're currently walking home while you try to get rid of a man who has been pestering you for a few minutes, fortunately near you, there's another man who hates bullies.
Warnings : pre-serum Steve Rogers, set in the 40's, street harassement, fighting, police officer not listening to reader, fluffy end, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings !
Word count : 3.1k
French version
You’re currently walking home whilst you try not to show your annoyance to the man next to you. He hasn’t been leaving your side for the last ten minutes although you’re not showing any ounce of interest in what he’s saying. At first, you had replied to his “hello” out of courtesy, but you hadn’t planned on having a conversation with him, or anyone else for that matter. You just want to go home in peace. However, according to him, your mutism indicates you’re interested in his stories. Since he arrived, you try not to show you’re being uneasy, however if one paid attention to you, they could tell you’re wishing you were far away from him.
You don’t dare voicing he’s bothering you, worried about his potential reaction. Nonetheless, you change your mind once he sets his arm around your shoulders. At that point, your patience reaches its breaking point. You try to break the embrace, only causing him to tighten his grip on you.
“Pardon me, but could you let me go, please ? We don’t know each other.”
“We can rectify that, doll face.”, he affirms with a crooked grin, “Let’s get to know each other better, let’s go dancing tonight !”
“No thanks.” you refuse outright, hoping he’ll leave you alone.
“Why ?”
When you hear his protest, you prevent yourself from sighing in frustration. Why do you always have to justify your ‘no’ ? Can’t he see he’s bugging you ?
“I can’t.”
“Oh, playing hard to get, I see. Like it.”, he mutters with a cocky look on his face, “Come on, doll face, you aren’t gonna regret it. Take a chance on me, you’ll see, I’m the man of your dreams.”
This time, you lightly roll your eyes, visible enough to show your irritation, yet not enough for him to notice, apparently. Furthermore, his pet name, ‘doll face’, is slowly getting on your nerves. He doesn’t know you, yet he acts as if he could do everything he wants with you. Understanding he’s not about to give up, you think of a lie and pray it’ll work.
“Unfortunately for you, I already found the man of my dreams. I’m engaged.”
“Weird, I don’t see any rings on your finger.” the man retorts, pointing at your left hand.
“It’s,” you start while thinking, “it’s because the ring my fiancé offered me is not the right size. It’s a family heirloom and we need to bring it to the jeweller to alter it. Also, I’m currently on my way to meet my fiancé to do it. If you’ll excuse me.” you finish before trying to leave but he comes in front of you.
“Let me walk you, doll face. Like that, I’ll be able to check if he exists, ‘your fiancé’.”
“I’m telling the truth.” you snap.
“No need to get all angry, smile a little ! Come on, a dame like you needs a man, you can say it, you need to be protected.”
“I don’t need protection, thank you. Leave me alone, now.” you state and attempt to get away again when he grabs your arm.
“You, women, are all…”
“Hey ! She told you to leave her alone.”
After hearing a voice behind you, you and the man look above your shoulder and see Steve’s frail body, making you happy in an instant. You might not know Steve, but if he can help you get rid of the man in front of you, you’ll happily accept his help.
“Who the hell are you ? Don’t tell me that is your fiancé.” the man asks, showing Steve and offending you at the same time.
“Actually, he is. Is that a problem with you ?”
“Doll face,” he scoffs, “your fiance is 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. With one blow of wind, he’ll fly away as he doesn’t have any muscle in him. He’ll never be good enough for you, he's not a real man.”
“Physical strength doesn’t matter to me.”, you retort, completely angry, “I’m with my fiancé, who is real as you can see, so leave me alone now.”
“She told you several times to leave her be, so you should go.” Steve insists, standing next to you.
“Listen, shorty, this is a conversation between me and her. She’s attracted to me, she doesn’t want to admit it ‘cause she pities you.”
“Yet, I feel like she’s been trying to get rid of you for the past five minutes, if not more.”
“Women are all the same, they always pretend they don’t want you when they do.”, the man justifies as if it was obvious, “I mean, how could you know ? By just looking at you, I can tell women don't pay attention to you.”
“I forbid you from telling him this kind of thing !” you yell.
“I’m just stating a fact, doll face.”
“Stop calling her that, she’s not an object. You should leave.”
As he’s talking, Steve stands in front of the man, becoming some kind of your personal shield. Despite the height difference, Steve doesn’t show an ounce of hesitation in his body language. The man rolls his eyes before setting them back on Steve with an annoyed look on his face.
“I’m getting sick of you, shorty.”
Without having the time to react, the man hits Steve in the face. You scream when you see his body falling on the ground. With difficulty, Steve gets back on his feet and gets in position, ready to attack the man. He tries to punch him however the man grabs his collar and throws him on a shop wall nearby. Some people passing by stop in their tracks, watching the scene without doing anything. Panicked, you look around, searching for help when you see a police officer walking down the street oblivious to what’s happening a few feet away from him. You run to him and call him. The officer turns around and frowns as he hears the fear in your voice. You explain to him briefly there’s a fight and point to where it is. He doesn’t answer you and runs to Steve and the bully. He separates them by holding the man back whilst you crouch down in front of Steve. You put your hands on his wounded face. You look at the several cuts and nascent bruises. Steve tries to smile to reassure you but your eyes are still full of worry. You help Steve to stand up and apologise to him profusely at the same time.
“What is going on here ? Explain yourselves right now, sirs !” the policeman demands.
“It’s not his fault.”, you answer, pointing at Steve, “He came to help me because this man”, you add, showing the one he’s holding, “wouldn’t leave me alone, despite my complaints. He’s the one who hit first.”
“So, what has happened ?”
You’re astounded when you hear the police officer repeating the question, you just explained to him the situation.
“Like she said,” Steve starts, “she needed help so I intervened.”
“There he goes with his fancy words, “she needed help”. She was flirting back ! He just ruined everything.”
“I don’t think her saying ‘no’ several times meant she was flirting back.”
“Enough !” the policeman interrupts, “Young man, you’re coming to the police station with me.”, he says, tightening his grip on the man, “As for you two, you are free to go. Show’s over.”
The improvised audience goes about their business again whilst watching the officer dragging the man behind him, this latter keeps unleashing his irritation toward you and Steve. You try to not pay attention to it, especially when you hear the various insults thrown both at you and Steve. You need a minute to regain your composure, still in shock the situation worsen this fast. Once you’re breathing normally again, you set your eyes on Steve and see him trying to wipe away some blood dripping off his nose. You take your handkerchief from your purse and give it to him. He accepts it and cleans it as best as he can.
“Is everything okay ?” Steve asks you and you look at him with your eyes wide open.
“I should be the one asking you that ! Your face is all wounded.”
“Don’t worry about me.”, he dismisses, “Do you feel like going home on your own or you wish I walk with you ?”
“I’ll be okay, thank you.”
“Very well, so I shouldn’t be bothering you much longer. Enjoy the rest of your day, miss.” he bids you goodbye before starting walking away.
“Wait ! You don’t think of walking home alone, do you ?”, you hold him back, going next to him, “God only knows how much this man hurt you, I wouldn’t want you to lose consciousness on your way. I’m walking with you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I insist. After all, it’s my fault you got hurt. It’s the least I can do to thank you…”, you justify, leaving your sentence up in the air so he can tell you his name.
“Steve Rogers.”
“Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, despites the circumstances.”
At first, you start walking in silence. You don’t know how to start the conversation, embarrassed you’re the cause of Steve's wounds. As for him, he doesn’t know what to say, having little, to not say none, experience with women. He tries to put himself in Bucky’s shoes, hoping to find the right words while respecting your boundaries, wanting to avoid doing like the other man. Finally, you’re the one who breaks the silence a few minutes later.
“I apologise for the whole story of you being my fiancé and all. I just needed something to back up my lie.”
“It’s okay.”
“I hope you don’t give too much to what he told you, by the way.”
“You mean when he said I don’t have any muscle ? He was telling the truth.”
“When he said you weren’t a real man.”, you specify, “It’s this kind of man who isn’t a real one. They always act tough, act as if they knew better than us about what we want when they’re not even able to understand the meaning of ‘no’. Contrary to him, you understand it, it should be the bare minimum to do, but I don’t know a lot of men who pay attention to what we say. Besides, you came to help while others would have looked away.”
“I’m sure, if it wouldn’t have been me, someone else would have come.” Steve contradicts you.
“I doubt it. This kind of situation has happened to me several times already and every time, I have to handle it alone. And as you could see, some police officers don’t take us seriously before another man backs up our story. So, sincerely, thank you for coming, although I’m sure you’re regretting it now.”
“I would have come either way. I hate bullies. I couldn’t stay put without doing anything.” he affirms genuinely.
“We’d need more men like you, Steve.”
Once you finish your sentence, you’re finally at his. You stay at his apartment block entrance, an awkward silence taking place again. Steve ignores if you want to come into his home with him or if you want to leave right away. As for you, you don’t know if you can leave him here or if you can accompany him to his door without having him think you’re a mother-hen. Observing Steve with attention, you realise you find him pretty cute. You wish you could get to know each other better. You’re about to say something when an unknown voice beats you to it.
“Hey, punk !”
Instantly, you get tense, fearing the appearance of another man looking for trouble. Noticing the change in your posture, Steve reassures you.
“Don’t worry, it’s only my best friend.”
“Oh, okay.”
“What is it, jerk ?”
Bucky is about to retort something when he sees Steve’s face. He sighs in frustration and rolls his eyes.
“Don’t tell me you caused a fight.”
“It’s my fault, actually.”, you intervene, “A man didn’t want to leave me alone and Steve stepped in.”
As soon as he sees you, Bucky can’t help but do his best charming smile.
“For once, it was for a good reason, then. Bucky Barnes, miss.” he introduces himself and kisses the back of your hand.
“Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you. What do you mean by ‘for once’ ?” you question him, confused.
“Steve, over there, has the bad habit of always looking for fights.”
“You shouldn’t do it, Steve. You’re better than that.”
“Thank you !” Bucky exclaims with an insistent look in Steve’s way. “I hope he’ll finally listen to reason.”
“Do you need help to clean your wounds ?” you ask Steve with a worried look.
“No, thank you, I can do it. You should go home, you made a detour to bring me back home.”
“Very well, then. Again, thank you, Steve. If there’s anything I can do to pay you back, don’t hesitate.”, you announce with a smile, “Have a nice evening, take care.”
You nod in Bucky’s direction as a goodbye and leave the two men. Steve looks at you walking away whilst Bucky analyses his best friend’s face. A knowing smile takes place on his visage as he realises you caught his eyes. Once Steve can’t see you anymore, he turns his attention back to Bucky. He frowns when he sees his friend’s facial expression.
“What ?”
“You’re totally smitten by her.”
“Not at all.”, Steve contradicts, “I helped her like I would have done with everyone else.”
“That, I can believe, you’ll cause a fight just because someone would be breathing too loudly, but I had never seen you looking at a woman like that before.”
“She’s pretty, I can’t deny it, but that’s it. Besides, I could look at her like that, like you said, the fact is she probably wouldn’t do the same.” he affirms, the man’s words echoing in his mind, in spite of himself.
“You clearly didn’t pay attention to her eyes. I’m sure if I hadn’t come, you would have even gotten a kiss on your cheek before she goes. She almost didn’t pay attention to me.”
“Yeah, sure,” Steve laughs, not believing it, “Anyway, let’s go home. I need to take care of this.” he finishes pointing at his face.
A week later, you’re in front of Steve’s door. You’re holding an apple pie you made earlier. You make sure your tart and outfit are perfect before knocking. You tighten your grip on your pie, worried about Steve’s reaction. When he appears in front of you, he’s surprised at first to see you, then he smiles fondly. As for you, you can’t help but look at the evolution of his wounds. His black eye is almost healed and his other cuts are more or less visible. You clear your throat before speaking.
“Hello, Steve,” you start, embarrassed, “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to come and thank you properly, for last time, so I made you this.”, you inform, holding the tart to him, “I’m not an unparalleled baker but my pies are usually pretty good.”
“You didn’t have to do it, your ‘thank you’ was enough.”
“Maybe, but I wanted to. I hope you’ll like it.”
“I’m sure of it.” he assures you.
“I have to go. I hope I’ll see you around to have your opinion.” you smile.
“I hope, too.”
Without thinking, you take a step forward and press your lips against his left cheek. Taken aback, he doesn’t react. You smile at him one last time before leaving, waving at him whilst Steve stays on the doorstep. He doesn’t move for a minute until Bucky appears behind him with a taunting smile on his face.
“You had it, your perfect opportunity to ask her out on a date.”, he specifies, making a reference to an old conversation, “Well, while I wait for you to come back on Earth, I’m gonna take this,” Bucky adds, taking the pie from Steve’s hands, “and taste it.”
Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t react, still thinking of your lips on his cheek. Bucky has the time to go back to the kitchen and take a knife before Steve snaps out of it and forbids his friend to touch his pie.
You went to give your pie to Steve two weeks ago. Since then, you haven’t seen him again. You don’t delude yourself. You met Steve by accident for the first time and he doesn’t know your address so your only option to see him again would be to go back to his place although you don’t want to appear as the clingy girl. Therefore, you're pretty sure you’ll never get to know him properly.
You’re walking to the bookshop near your place when you hear someone trying to catch your attention. Guessing it must be some random man, you only roll your eyes and keep walking. However, when Steve is in front of you, panting, you stop in your tracks. Steve starts breathing normally slowly whereas you look at him, worried, and notice there are only one or two wounds on his face you can see at first sight. When you’re sure he’s okay, after he stands up straight again, your eyes are full of joy.
“Steve, I hadn’t noticed you over there !”
“It’s okay. I should have known you wouldn’t turn around when you’d hear my voice. I just wanted to tell you, your pie was delicious.”, he confesses and you smile. “I even had to hide it from my best friend to make sure I’ll eat it entirely.”
“If he wants to, I can bake him one. Glad to know you liked it.”
Looking at Steve more closely, you see he has something else in mind, but he doesn’t dare to tell you.
“Is this everything you wanted to tell me ?” you interrogate with a soft voice.
“No, actually.”, he answers before not saying anything for a second, “Listen, I know we don’t really know each other, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go to the movies with me someday. Obviously, you can decline ! You don’t have to say ‘yes’.”
“I’d be happy to.”, you state, making him smile, “There’s a screening tomorrow, in the evening, would you want to go to that one ?”
“Perfect.”
Quickly, you open your bag and take a pencil and a piece of paper. As soon as you finish writing, you give it to Steve.
“This is my address.”, you explain as he takes the paper, “You can come pick me up at six P.M. ? This way, we could go to a café before going to the movies.” you propose, hopeful.
“I’ll be there.”
You want to kiss his cheek again, yet you don’t do anything, the presence of the people walking by holding you back. You only smile at him warmly before walking away, your stomach filled with joy because, on top of seeing him again, you got a date with a respectable man.
Summary : You and Bradley can't stop flirting with each other and maybe this Christmas dinner can be the day, you'll act on your feelings.
Warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!, suggestive themes and implied sex, mention of using sextoys, reader's callsign is Fierce, fluff, happy ending, mention of reader's grandparents death, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 3.2k
French version
Song inspiration : A Nonsense Christmas by Sabrina Carpenter
A/N : The last Fruitcake one shot! Not gonna lie, I wish I could have posted in December but it was such a busy month that it was impossible, though I'm proud I post the majority of my Christmas one shots on time. I hope you'll liked them 🥰
Your cookbook opened, you're ready to make tonight's Christmas dinner, although it's not the twenty-fifth anymore.
After celebrating Christmas with your respective families, you and the Dagger Squad decided to do it a few days later. Considering you had the idea of this dinner, you're the one hosting it and you can't wait for everyone to come and above all, to exchange your presents. As a way to avoid buying too many gifts, you all agreed on doing a Secret Santa. You got Javy and after several days of thinking and thanks to Jake's help, you managed to find something.
You're adding some ingredient in your sauce when someone knocks on your door. You check the time on your watch and finds out it's way too early for the first guest to arrive. You quickly wipe your hands then, you go to open the door where Bradley is waiting.
"I said you should come for seven, Rooster, not four," you remind him and he just shrugs.
"I thought you might need help for tonight."
"Oh, you're so obsessed with me. Come in, let me warm you up," you say, stepping aside with a flirty tone. "Take your clothes off," you add once he's inside.
"You get straight to the point today," Bradley replies with a smile and you playfully roll your eyes.
"I meant take your jacket off.'"
"Too bad, tell me if you change your mind."
After saying the last word, Bradley winks at you and you lightly chuckle.
Rooster and you have been closed since the day you met, but the past two years, your dynamic is different. You're overly close and you flirt whenever you can.
This new dynamic started the night you slept together for the first and last time. The Uranium mission had been a success and you had celebrated your victory at the Hard Deck, one thing led to another and the next thing you knew you were kissing. You don't remember who initiated it, what you do remember is you asking him to bring you to his place. After a memorable night that not even alcohol could erase, you agreed you wouldn't tell anyone and it wouldn't happen again. If things were to go wrong between you, it could ruin your professional relationship and that was out of question. Furthermore, it was just physical, so no need to make a big deal out of it! At least, that's what you tell yourself every time a memory in Bradley's bed comes back to your mind during the night.
You discreetly shake your head to get the thought of Bradley's body on top of yours out of your head while he takes his jacket off and gives it to you. You swiftly put it in your bedroom whilst he politely waits at the entrance. Then, you both go to the kitchen and you tell Bradley what he needs to do with the appetizers as you go set the table.
Once you're done, you go back to the kitchen and findthat Bradley has almost done half of what you asked him to do and everything looks delicious.
"Looks like you're talented in the kitchen!" you exclaim, examining what he did.
"My mom taught me well."
"I can see that."
"I also took care of the meat, and the sauce, and added one thing or two," he announces and you have your eyes wide open.
"If you ruined my meal, Bradshaw!" you threatens before tasting your sauce. "It's delicious, even more than usual. You really are a rare gem, you have no idea how complicated it is to find a man who has at least basic cooking skills."
Bradley gives you a flirty smile then resumes making the appetizers while you join him. You take some ramekins when you ask him:
"Who did you get for Secret Santa?"
"I'm not gonna tell you," he states, categorical.
"Oh, come on!"
"No."
"That means you got me. What did you buy me? You got a new toy for me?" you question, looking at him as you make innuendos.
"Do you want to complete the collection you have in the top drawer of your nightstand?"
You laugh at his answer, but if it had been anyone else, you would have been mortified at the mention of your drawer.
One day, he came at your place and you asked him to grab you charger in your nightstand without specifying which drawer to open and that was how he found your sex-toy. Bradley mentioned it when he brought you your charger, you simply made a joke and started talking about something else.
"You can never have too many," you say and he throws you a look. "What? Don't tell me you're one of those guys who feel emasculated because a woman wants to use one."
"Quite the contrary," he reassures you, looking in your eyes.
"That's what I thought. We should try it someday."
"I was waiting for you to say this," Bradley exclaims, giggling. "To go back to the main subject, no you're not the one I'm suppose to offer something to."
"Tell me who it is, then! I'll tell you who I got," you insist, yet he shakes his head.
"No. We'll find out tonight, be patient."
"Very well," you give up, faking being disappointed. "You're not funny."
Bradley pretends to be indifferent and talks about something else. You keep preparing the meal as you talk — and flirt — until everything is ready. As soon as you have some time to rest, you go to the couch and wait for the first guests to arrive.
Without too much surprise, Bob arrives five minutes early, quickly followed by Natasha then Mickey and finally by Javy and Jake — Reuben couldn't make it, unfortunately, as he received a last-minute assignment. Jake and Javy tease Bradley when they find out he came hours early to help you to which he just rolls his eyes then, you all go to your dinning room to eat.
Your dinner is a success, from the appetizers to the dessert, they loved everything. Being an honest person, you told what Bradley did so he can receive his flowers as well.
After digesting for a bit, you bring everything back in the kitchen, Bradley helps you, while you tell your guests to go to your living room so you can exchange your presents.
Jake insists on you opening your gift first since you're the host and then, he hands you a bag. A curious expression on your face, you open it and discover a short and sexy Mrs. Claus dress. It's red and has white fur on the bustier and at the bottom of the dress.
"Why am I not surprised?" you exclaim, looking at your friend.
"Oh, wait, there's a hat," he informs, searching in the bag to get it, he then awkwardly puts it on your head. "Perfect!"
"And he's proud of his nonsense!" you joke, making everyone laughs. "It's very cute, thanks Jake."
You grab the present you bought and give it to Javy as you wish him a merry Christmas.
"If the gift sucks, just know it was Jake's idea. If it's awesome, the idea was all mine."
Javy chuckles then tears the wrapping paper apart and finds new sportswear. Jake promised you he needed new ones and he adores a specific brand. Javy smiles and thanks you before turning to Bradley.
Bradley receives a sexy Santa Claus outfit, perfectly coordinated with yours. You both throw a glance at Javy and Jake who have cocky smiles on their faces.
"You planned all of this, didn't you?" Bradley rhetorically asks.
"You'll look like a real couple dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus," Javy replies.
"That couldn't have been any more obvious," Rooster whispers before saying with a normal voice, "Thank you, Coyote."
Bradley offers his present to Natasha then Phoenix does the same to Bob, Bob gives a gift to Mickey and finally, Mickey hands his to Jake. You're all satisfied with what you got. Some presents are less serious than others, especially the book Jake got which is entitled How To Not Have A Big Ego In Ten Lessons.
"Come one, the Clauses," Hangman starts, clapping his hands, "go get dressed."
"We're not gonna change now," you refuse.
"Oh, yes you are!"
"It's going to be fun," Phoenix adds.
Upon hearing Natasha's sentence, you glare at her. You didn't expect her to follow Jake's lead. However, it looks like she can set her fake animosity with Jake aside if it involves bothering you about Bradley. Rooster and you look at each other then, you stand up from the couch and go upstairs. He goes to change in the bathroom and you go to your bedroom.
You slip your dress on and surprisingly, Jake chose the right one. It perfectly sits on your body. You wish you could wear it on other occasions. You place the hat on your head and quickly check your make up. You hear someone knocking on your door when you put your red lipstick that is always in your bedroom away. You open the door and in front of you, there's Bradley, sexier than ever in his new outfit. His Santa's shirt isn't closed so you can see his abs — which you admire way too much. Lustful thoughts make their way in your mind however you don't show anything, discreetly checking Bradley out, a skill you quickly acquired. Rooster stays silent, his mouth opened, stunned by your beauty.
"I know I'm beautiful, but you should close your mouth or you'll eat a fly," you state, snapping him out of it.
"Oh, huh, yes. It's just that you're stunning. I mean, you always are, it's just that right now… wow," Bradley stutters with a tender look.
"You look good, too."
"Mrs. Claus," he exclaims, giving you his arm.
You lightly giggle then, you put your hand in the crook of his arm before you go downstairs to find your friends. As you arrive, they whistle and compliment you two.
"I need to take a picture!" Jake says, taking his phone.
"Don't even think about it, Bagman!" you retort.
"You'll thank me later, Fierce. Next year, I'll buy Baby On Board an elf outfit."
"Thanks, Hangman," Bob sighs, faking being offended.
"Rooster, carry her!" Mickey tells him.
Before you can react, Bradley lift you up and holds you bridal style while making sure your dress covers you as you let got of a surprised scream. Your friends take several picture as you order Rooster to put you down while laughing. He listens to you, a loving expression on his face. Your friends send you the pictures and although you don't show it, you can't wait to look at them the moment you'll be alone.
You both spend the rest of the evening in your Christmas outfits, not wanting to chance again — for you, it's not too annoying since you'll just have to change into your pajamas, as for Bradley, he decided he'll change before leaving, not that you complain.
When it's almost one in the morning, you friend decide to go home. They're about to help you but you promise them you can do it alone and that they should quickly go home to rest. You show them the door, bidding everyone goodbye as they compliment you on your dinner. The last person gone, you realize one of them is still there: Bradley.
You find him in your kitchen. He's loaded the dishwasher and he's currently washing what couldn't fit in.
"Careful, Bradshaw, or I'll start considering you like a guy I could marry," you joke as he chuckles. "You're laughing but do you know how complicated it is to find a man who is not man-child, but is intelligent, funny, hot, helpful, who knows how to cook, and who does the chores without being asked to?" you question before realizing your standards aren't that high. "Yes, I know, it's the bare minimum and yet it's so rare to find!"
"I told you, my mom raised me well," he repeats, proud.
"I wish I met her," you say with a soft voice.
"She would have loved you, I'm sure."
Rooster finishes washing a pot and puts it next to your sink when you take his hands to get him away from it.
"Rooster, I think you should go home now. It's late and you've already helped me too much!"
"I can finish cleaning," he affirms, nevertheless you shake your head.
"Don't worry, I've got this, thank you."
He knows you're not going to change your mind so he dries his hands, then he folds the towel and puts it back in its place.
"You should change or you'll catch a cold in that outfit," you add, playing with the collar of his red shirt, brushing his torso. "Not that I didn't wish you'd always stay in this outfit."
"I know, you've been staring hungrily at me all night, you almost drooled at one point."
"No, that was you."
Bradley gently shoves you then he leaves the kitchen. You go back to cleaning as much as you can until Bradley comes back to say goodbye — you'll finish the next day, you're too tired to do it tonight. However, he comes back in the kitchen, still in his sexy Santa outfit.
"I'm not suggesting I hate seeing you like this, but you were supposed to get changed," you state.
"I wanted to give you this first," he informs, walking towards you and giving you a small box.
"Rooster, you shouldn't have!" you start, embarrassed as you take it. "I didn't get you anything, I didn't know-"
"I don't expect anything in return," Bradley interrupts, genuine. "I just want to make you happy, that's all."
"Thank you, it means a lot."
"Open it."
You do as he said and untie the white ribbon, then you open the red box. Inside, there's a necklace, not some random one, though. A vintage oval locket with a flower on it. The same one your grandma had.
She always wore it and there was a picture of your grandfather inside. Your grandparents have always been your example for a loving relationship. They loved each other until the very end and you know deep down they still love each other even if they're not here anymore. Your grandma gave you her locket when you were ten and you unfortunately lost it a few years later, it's one of your biggest regrets. This locket meant everything to you.
"Of course, it's not your grandmother's, but it's the same one," Bradley starts, looking deeply in your eyes. "I would have added a picture of your grandpa, but I don't have one, you can do it, if you want."
"I didn't even know it was possible to find one," you exclaim, shocked.
"Being in deployment in different cities helps a lot. I was able to go to several antique shops."
"It's too much. You really shouldn't have," you repeat as you take the necklace out of the box.
"The day you told me about it, I could see you were still sad about losing it and I thought it could be nice to find one," Rooster explains with tenderness. "I'm not gonna lie, I didn't think I'd find this quickly."
"I can't believe you remember all these details. I had just randomly mentioned it, I didn't think you would keep it in mind."
"I remember everything you say," he affirms and you swear your heart skipped a beat.
"Can you put it on me, please?"
You walk to your mirror next to the entrance while Bradley stands behind you then, he sets the necklace on your collar bone. His body, his fingers on your skin, his breath on your neck, everything is throwing you off center, yet you don't show it. Despite yourself, you remember the way his lips moved on your neck, how he managed to find your sensitive spot so quickly, the way his hands touched you with softness and firmness, how he looked when he went down on you.
Once he's locked the clasp, Bradley doesn't move. In the mirror, you can tell how close he is. If you were to lean, your lips would touch his without any difficulty. Slowly, you turn your head, briefly stare at his lips but you don't break the distance.
"How long are we going to pretend there's nothing between us?" you ask in a whisper.
"We agreed, it can't happen again or go any further. There's too much at risk," he reminds you, nevertheless you can see he's very close to forgetting about your agreement.
"And yet, you come early to help me and gift me an invaluable present. That's without mentioning all of our friends can tell there's something between us."
"We have to be rational."
"I'm tired of being rational. I thought by flirting with you without crossing the line would be enough, yet it's not," you resume, fully turning around to be in front of him. "I want you, I need you. The feeling of your body against mine, your kisses, your words, everything you made me feel that night, I can't forget it. But I don't only want you physically, Bradley. I have feelings for you and I know you do, too. So, how long are we going to play this game?"
"If it was only up to me, we would have stopped a long time ago," he replies as his face gets closer to yours while staying away.
"We can always stop now. I see the way you look at me. If our feelings are still here after trying to suppress them for so long, maybe it means it can work between us," you suggest, hoping he'll give up just like you want to do.
"I don't know."
"I thought you had learned to not overthink, but to act instead."
This sentence is enough for Bradley.
He puts his hands on your cheek and kisses you. You kiss him back and bring him as close to you as possible. You've dreamed of his lips on yours for so long that you can feel butterflies in your stomach. Your hands grab his Santa shirt and you take it off while his kisses make their way along your neck. You're out of breath; however it's the least of your worries, you only think about Bradley and the feeling of his body against yours which you longed for since your first night together. You bring Bradley's face to you and before pressing your lips on his again, you lightly nibble on it, making him lose the last thread of self-control he still had. Your tongues meet while Bradley's hands make their way at the top of your legs and in one second, you jump to wrap your legs around his waist. You keep kissing with passion as if it would be your last kiss when Bradley brings you to the stairs. He walks every step while still focusing on you and your body.
Upstairs, he starts taking your dress off as he finally opens your bedroom door. You stop kissing him for a second and smile at him, impatient for what you're about to do and considering his enthusiastic expression on his face, it's safe to say it's the same for him. Still in his arms, you close the door behind you then, Bradley puts you on the bed.
if you are seeing him sending ice agents out, killing innocent people and ripping families apart, and think ‘yeah that’s good, i support that,’ rot in hell.
a two year old was ripped away from her father, and deported against judges orders. a four year old, deported alone. a man, an icu nurse may i add, tackled to the ground and beaten before getting shot. all because he was defending women on the street from ice agents. these events happened in the past TWO DAYS.
‘it’s getting rid of criminals!’ you think children are the criminals? you think innocent american citizens are criminals? you put a criminal IN OFFICE. you put a PEDOPHILE in office.
Summary : Emily discovers Andrew Mendoza, her boyfriend, wants to propose and as she thinks back to what you told her when you broke up years ago, she realises why she's so reluctant at the idea of marrying a man.
Warnings : set between s15 and s16, comphet, struggling with sexuality, lesbian Emily Prentiss, reader is queer but no label is used, mention of Emily's abortion and catholic guilt about it and her sexuality, angst, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 2.7k
Song inspiration : Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Emily blankly stares at the ceiling, her brain working fast and slow at the same time. She thinks back on her life, more specifically her relationships and the more she thinks about it, the more she notices a similarity in all of them.
Andrew Mendoza’s arm wraps itself around her waist, interrupting her train of thoughts. Emily’s body stiffens while she turns her head and looks at his sleeping face. She can’t believe she didn’t do anything to stop herself from getting into this situation. Feeling like she’s suffocating, Emily gets out of Andrew’s grip and goes to the bathroom without making any sound. The door closed, Emily drinks some water and then wets her face before putting her hands on both sides of the sink and looking at her reflection in the mirror. While she’s gazing at herself, Emily reminisces about the discovery she did earlier in the day.
As she was searching for one of her sweaters, she went through the entire closet where she found a ring in a red box hidden among her boyfriend’s socks. Emily panicked the second she saw the jewel, all at once she put it back in its place. Since then, she can’t stop thinking about what this ring means; Andrew plans on proposing to her. When? She doesn’t know, she can’t stay in this relationship nonetheless. Her head in her hands, she’s looking for a way to announce the awful news to Andrew. While she thinks about what she could say, a sentence and a voice she hadn’t thought about for a few decades make their way to her mind: “if you stay in denial, you’ll find yourself in a relationship you won’t want and one night, you’ll wake up in panic, wondering why you were so adamant on being someone you’re not.” You had said this to her when you were both fifteen.
You and Emily had become friends as soon as she first arrived in your school in Rome. You were inseparable and you shared your deepest secrets; one of them being you were questioning your sexuality which brought you closer. For the first time in your life, you felt understood. At first, it was platonic. From time to time, you were talking about how you were feeling, your interrogations and depending on the day, you’d reassure one another.
However, one night when Emily had invited you over, your relationship shifted. You kissed, your first kiss with someone from the same gender. At first, it was just to try, to be sure you liked girls, then, after a few more tries, you confessed to Emily your kisses meant a lot to you. Consequently, you had accepted to discover this new side of your relationship. There wasn’t a label on it, though you would kiss whenever you could, get jealous and do everything together. You were just experimenting. Yet, you were more in it than Emily. You wanted more, but she was always reluctant. Understanding perfectly your best friend, you hadn’t insisted on being official even if you would have wanted to. You were just two best friends who kissed. For you, it was reason enough to not meet other people, for Emily, it was really not the same.
One day, while you were going to school, you found her kissing John Cooley, a friend you had in common. Your heart had shattered into a billion pieces for the first time in your life. Sure, you were still discovering who you were, nevertheless you weren’t expecting her to kiss someone else, let alone a guy. Looking at her from afar, you had seen her smile, though you knew she was faking it. You were so hurt you ignored Emily for a whole week. Noticing your change, Emily took you aside during break, away from all the ears.
“What’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” Emily asked you.
“When were you gonna tell me about you and John?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, looking away.
“Sure, you don’t,” you laughed humorless. “I saw you kissing him last week. I can’t believe you did this to me.”
“We never agreed on being together.”
“Because you never wanted to label it! And I’m not mad at you for that, I just didn’t think you’d kiss other people. I knew I should have put an end to this a long time ago,” you sighed, your heart beating loudly in your chest. “So, is he your boyfriend?”
“If you absolutely want to know, yes, he is. Besides, me and you, it was more to experience things. It was never love.”
“Wow, I can’t believe it. Let’s see how it lasts between you two.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re wasting your time with him,” you replied, taking a step forward. “We both know you don’t like guys.”
“I can like boys and girls!”
“Sure you can, but you said it yourself several times, you’re not sure you love guys and you feel like you’re searching for their validation. I think that says a lot.”
“You don’t know how I feel. You’re not in my head,” Emily retorted, defensive.
“True, though I know you well enough. You can try to convince yourself all you want, it’s not gonna change who you are. But you know what? It’s not my problem. You took me for a fool for too long, I’m done, so go ahead, be with him,” you stated, tearing up. “Keep kissing him, go kiss other guys even, if it can make you feel better but if you stay in denial, you’ll find yourself in a relationship you won’t want and one night, you’ll wake up in panic, wondering why you were so adamant on being someone you’re not. And even if I don’t wish you an unfulfilling relationship, I will tell you ‘I told you so’. You’ll see. You can deny all you want, but we know the truth, so good luck, Emily.”
On those words, you walked away, leaving Emily alone with her denial, yet also her heartache. She might have been too proud to admit it, but losing you hurt her a lot purely and simply because she hadn’t just lost a best friend.
The following morning, Emily is exhausted. She only slept two hours as her dark circles under her eyes prove it. At the crack of dawn, Emily leaves the apartment she shares with Mendoza, leaving him alone, and goes to a café near the BAU headquarters. She orders a black coffee, hoping it’ll keep her awake. Her order ready, Emily is about to walk out from the place when a familiar face catches her attention. She does a double take, staring at the person sitting at a table away from her and once she’s sure she’s not mistaken, she walks towards them. At the table, Emily says your name out loud, making you look up. A surprise expression takes place on your face, realising who is in front of you.
“Emily Prentiss! What a surprise!” you exclaim with a big smile. “How long has it been? You know what, don’t tell me, I don’t want to feel old. I already struggle hiding my gray hair.”
“We're the same on this,” she laughs. “I didn’t know you were in D.C..”
“I moved here three months ago. What about you? You’ve been here for a long time? What do you do?”
“I moved about twenty years ago. I’m working for the FBI, at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, more specifically.”
“Wow, that’s something! It doesn’t surprise me, you’ve always been so intelligent,” you genuinely say and Emily’s cheeks start to heat up.
“What about you? Are you an English teacher, like you wanted?”
“Yes, I am. I work in a high school not too far from here. There’s a good team and the students are mostly nice.”
“That’s great. Sorry, one second,” Emily replies when her phone rings. She takes it and checks her notification. “I gotta go, duty calls, but I’m so happy I saw you. If you’re up for it, we could meet again? To make up for the lost time.”
“I’d love that,” you state before writing your number on a piece of paper. “Call me when you’re free.”
“I will. See you, then.”
“See you,” you say, waving at her.
Emily leaves the café, beaming in a way she didn’t expect to today. On the way to the BAU, Emily reminisces about your relationship and the cute moments, whether they’re from after or before your first kiss. However, the happy feeling stops once she remembers your last fight. She’s always regretted the way things ended between you two. She wishes she could have fixed things when you were still going to the same high school, however she wasn’t brave enough to do so. Now that she’s found you again, maybe it’s time to make amends? She doesn’t know if you’ll accept her apology but she has hope. After all, you didn’t push her away when she came to talk. And if you still hold a grudge, Emily will do everything to change that. She wants to make things better between you two, like she should have.
The following weeks, Emily spends them as much as she can at work - which isn’t complicated - so she can avoid Andrew. She knows she has to break up with him, nevertheless she doesn’t know how to do it. Though she can’t wait too long, Andrew might propose shortly; she has to end the relationship before it’s too late. Consequently, Emily decides it’s time to stop running away from the problem. She comes home earlier than expected as she thinks about what to say. The second she walks through the door, she finds Andrew sitting on the couch. She was hoping she’d have more time. Emily puts her bag down, next to the front door and walks towards him; she sits down beside him, though she keeps a small distance. Right away, Andrew notices something is wrong, Emily didn’t greet him with a kiss to say hello. Uncomfortable, Emily wets her lips before speaking.
“I found the ring,” she confesses, point blank. “It was an accident, I was looking for my sweater and I found it.”
“Oh, and judging by your face, you’re not excited about it,” Andrew says, embarrassed.
“I spent most of my life hiding who I am and it’s time to stop. It’s better to stop now before our relationship passes this milestone,” Emily announces softly. “You’re a good man and you deserve better, a woman who will genuinely love you.”
“At least, you did it before I got down on one knee,” he nervously laughs. “I get it, Emily.”
“I’m sorry, I never wanted to hurt you.”
Emily and Andrew stay silent for a few seconds, the tension being heavy. Emily doesn’t know what to do to make the situation less difficult. Andrew ends up clearing his throat and standing up.
“I’m going to spend the night at a friend’s, I need to be alone if you don’t mind.”
“Of course.”
Andrew quickly packs a bag before getting out of the apartment. Hearing the door closing, Emily sighs in relief. Not being with Andrew anymore is like a weight being lifted off her shoulders, a weight she didn’t know was crushing her. Of course, she feels bad about breaking Andrew’s heart but it was the right thing to do and this feeling of being relieved is the proof of it. Emily can finally be free to be who she is. From now on, she won’t hide herself, she makes that promise to herself.
You end up meeting Emily two months later. Cases kept her occupied while final exams did the same to you. She told you to meet at a bar halfway between your two apartments. You arrived first so you settle down at a table and check your phone, waiting for her. Emily comes ten minutes later. As soon as she’s in front of you, you notice her hair is now gray. You find her even more beautiful.
“You changed your hair. I love it,” you remark with joy.
“Yeah, I was tired of dying it so I decided to accept my gray hair,” she says, nervously running a hand through it.
“You did the right thing. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Before you begin to talk, a waiter comes to take your order then leaves. Once you’re alone, Emily tells you about when she moved to D.C. and you tell her about how you ended in the same city when the waiter comes back with your two glasses of red wine. The conversation flows naturally, as if you had never stopped talking, as if Emily hadn’t broken your heart years ago.
At one point, the infamous question about relationships comes. You simply answer by saying you’re single. You quickly talk about your last lover before asking her the same question.
“I noticed you don’t have a ring on your finger so either you’re like me and you haven’t found the perfect match or you divorced recently,” you suggest and Emily takes a large sip of her wine, trying to hide her uneasiness.
“Well, I could have been engaged but I broke up two months ago,” she starts before clearing her throat. “I wasn’t in love with… him. You were right from the beginning. Come on, you can say ‘I told you so,’ I know you’ve been waiting for this since we were fifteen,” Emily adds and your heart tightens a little in your chest.
“I’m not gonna lie, my fifteen-year-old self would have said it with a big smile on her face, but I won’t. It pains me to know you struggled so much with your sexuality,” you say, putting your hand on her wrist for a second.
“I wasn’t as brave as you when it comes to this.”
“I was only brave because you were with me. After our…,” you begin, looking for the right word, “fight, I took a step back. I could only talk about this with you so once we stopped talking, I struggled again. I had to wait until my third year of university to fully accept myself.”
“You were still quicker than me.”
“I was, yeah. I guess your faith didn’t help either,” you say, drinking.
“You have no idea. Especially when you get pregnant as a teenager and the priest tells you you can’t go back to church if you get an abortion. If he had this opinion about abortion, I don’t want to imagine what he thought about homosexuality,” Emily informs, casually, making you frown.
“I didn’t know you had an abortion.”
“It was after our fight. Only John and Matthew knew. The fact is, in the end, it was hard. Fortunately, I’ve accepted that I'm a lesbian. Better late than never like we say.”
“True.”
“You know, I’m really sorry for the way it ended between us. You were there for me and I only pushed you away and hurt you,” Emily says before taking a deep breath. “You were my first love and I ruined everything when you were nothing but patient with me, at least until I pushed it too far. Losing you is my biggest regret.”
Hearing Emily’s apology warms your heart. You moved on years ago though you’d be lying if you said hearing those words didn’t heal something in you.
“You were my first love, too, and because of this, I was mad for years,” you admit. “It’s true what they say about your first queer breakup, it hurts like hell. But growing up, I understood why you acted the way you did so I stopped being mad.”
“It doesn’t mean I should have done what I did. I knew I’d hurt you by dating John and maybe that's what I wanted,” she says, her eyebrows knitting together. “Hurting you so you’d leave me and I could reject who I was a bit longer.”
“You’re not in denial anymore and I’m not mad so let’s move on.”
“Does that mean you’d accept me being in your life again?” Emily asks, nervous.
“I came tonight, didn’t I?” you rhetorically answer. “Of course, I want you in my life again. I missed you, Emily,” you confess, raising your glass.
Emily does the same and you clink your glasses before drinking to new beginnings. You smile to each other, glad to finally have left the past behind you. You don’t know what the future holds for both of you, whether it’s platonic or romantic again, it doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t lose each other once more, that’s all that matters.
