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natashaslittlegirl · 2 years ago

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Secrets - Thérèse Raquin

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: Thérèse, you sister-in-law, always had a crush on you, one night she told you her little secret.

Innocent!Thérèse Raquin x Reader

Smut, top!reader, bottom!Thérèse, masturbation (T), dirty talk, dub-con (kind of?), vaginal fingering (both), thigh riding (T), finger sucking (both), praise kink, oral sex (T to R), overstimulation, squirting (T).

Words Count: 2400+

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You were in your room reading a book placidly, drinking herbal tea while you enjoyed your husband's trip out of town, you had never liked him anyway, rather, his sister. Your sister-in-law was the one you liked, but they would burned alive knowing that you liked a woman, for everyone it was a sin, for you the purest thing in the world, but those are just opinions.

Someone knocked on your door, so you put down the poetry book and got up to open it, cursing the dress you had to wear, why so many layers of clothes? it was very uncomfortable.

"Coming" you said before opening, "Oh, Thérèse, come in." the brunette entered, she looked beautiful today, with her white dress with brown details and her loose wavy hair.

"Hi, I wanted to know if you, if you wanted..." she bit her lip, nervous at your presence.

"If I want what, darling?" You gave her a warm look, you loved how nervous she got, you enjoyed it a lot.

"If you wanted us to drink my brother's whiskey tonight, taking advantage of the fact that he's gone for a few days and you know we're not allowed to drink, it's to take advantage of the fact that the men aren't here and I-" you silenced her babbling by putting your index finger on his soft pink lips.

"Of course, dear, come here at eleven, when everyone else is sleeping." She looked at you from below, being taller than her, what made you think of how frustrated you always left her.

"Okay, I'll see you later." Just like that, she walked out the door and you kept drinking your tea, thinking of all the ways you wanted to take Thérèse.

It was about to show eleven on the clock when two knocks resounded on the door, without asking you let the brunette in, who slipped in with a candle and a giant bottle of whiskey in her hands.

"Oh" she pant, "I thought someone would see me." she said as she took a deep breath, touching her chest with one hand.

"Don't be silly, Thérèse, they've all slept since seven." you giggled, taking the bottle from her hand to sit on the bed, inviting her to do the same.

The brunette walked slowly to sit on the bed next to you, settling down a few inches from you. This was one of the times that she got so nervous spending time with you, it's not like you didn't know each other or anything, you already spent several afternoons together, cooking, sewing, washing and doing all the housewife things. But this time is different, because she came with the idea of telling you her secret, one that she kept for months and you were involved.

"Mhm this is delicious." you said purring after taking a drink of the yellowish liquid, feeling how it burned your throat but at the same time you loved it.

You passed the bottle to Thérèse, imitating you, she let the liquor down her throat, grunting at the burn.

"Oh, you're right, it burns though." she said shyly but your smile made her feel welcome.

You continued to drink, until you reached half the bottle, both now were tipsy, laughing not too loud so that the others wouldn't wake up. You had adjusted your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped legs, which your sister-in-law could not take her eyes off.

"Oh, that was a good anecdote indeed!" She said laughing while you drank another bit of the alcohol.

"Yes, one of the best," you licked your lips, feeling a drop trickle down your chin.

"Let me," she moved closer to you, her thumb catching the drop and bringing it to her own lips, moaning at the taste.

"Tell me a secret." You told her, your look was serious, but only because the simple act of her sucking her finger had turned you on.

"I have a really good one," Thérèse was no longer nervous, the alcohol had vanished her inhibitions, "do you remember that day you went out to hang your clothes on the ropes, that later you told me that in the heat you had taken off your dress because it was it wet?"

You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, you didn't understand what she meant by that day, what could there be about that day? Oh.

"Huh? And what happened that day?" you played innocent.

"Well, I was in the bushes, looking at some flowers and well, you've always seemed so beautiful to me, like no man has and like no other woman." your eyes wide "And I started to feel a tingling in my lower abdomen, the one we're supposed to feel when we're with men."

Thérèse told you this without a drop of shyness, which you appreciated since she was very inhibited, you waited for this for a long time.

"So I lowered my hips and squeezed my thighs, then I started to moved against the ground, and then my hand and,"

"Thérèse..." you sighed.

"I did that thinking of you." she said, blushing a little, her dark eyes shining with the firelight, "Actually, I had this same dress on."

"Oh yeah?" she nodded, "okay, show me, cause I can't understand you with words, darling" her eyes widened, she didn't expect this.

"S-show you w-what?" she said in a whisper, a little blush appeared in her cheeks again.

"How you touched yourself for me." you moved closer to her to bring your hands behind her, unbuttoning her piece of clothing to remove it.

Thérèse obediently lifted her arms, leaving her alone in her white nightgown. She had taken her shoes off to get on the bed.

"Lean your back against the wall," she did as you told her "now, bend your legs and spread them."

"Like that?" she said in a whisper again, showing you her position as she grabs the hem of her nightgown to lift it up and leave it and coiled on her hips.

You watched as she slowly exposed her legs, to then realize that she was not wearing panties, her arousal glistening between her thighs.

"Yes, like that, darling." you bit the inside of your cheek "now show me." Thérèse slowly moved her hips as she lowered her hand to her clit, brushing lightly against it and shuddering at the contact.

She ran her fingers freely over her wet core, as if she knew the path by heart. She e started to rub her clit a little faster your eyes couldn't take off her fingers.

"Don't oppress the sweet sounds you make, I want to hear you, dear." you had to fight the urge to rail her right there.

Thérèse let out little moans from hers lips, almost inaudible, but you would get more of it out of her later. One finger entered her and a growl tore from her throat, you had to clench your thighs, because this was all too exciting.

"You like that? You like to think that it's me who's touching you and not just your silly little fingers?" your husky voice resounded in her ears.

"Yes," she moaned as she thrust another finger inside.

"Do you want me to touch you like that, darling?" you lean over her, your face was just centimeters apart, you could feel her hot breath crashing you.

"We can't."

"Oh but we can, no one has to know," you brushed against her lips as you looked down at her body "It'll be our little secret." she looked at you with pleading eyes.

"What if someone finds out?" She was doubting, you couldn't stand it. You pressed her lower lip with your thumb.

"No one is gonna find out if you don't open that little pretty mouth of yours." you pressed your knee to her wet cunt, making her moan.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, I promise." you pressed harder.

"Good girl, I know you were going to be such a good girl, aren't you?" she nod desperately. "Are you gonna let me help you?"

"Yes please." she breath out as you keep pressing your knee on her.

"Move your hips to me, baby."

She began to rock her hips, grinding on your thigh and you felt her wetness from her soaking you. You know she was close, she was so worked up before you could even touch her.

"Let me know when you're close, darling." you wanted to frustrate her, to make her beg you to touch her.

"I- I'm close." she whispered in your ear.

"We're gonna do this my way, okay?" she nodded eagerly, she did not care, she wanted her release.

You moved your knee from her, leaving her rocking to nothing and before she could protest you pushed two fingers inside her mouth from her.

"Do you want to touch me too, don't you darling?" she nod, "you're gonna be good for me and make me feel good so I can make you feel good later."

You took your fingers out of her mouth covered in saliva and sat by her side with your back to the wall, you lifted your dress leaving it coiled on your hips just like her.

"Come here," you pointed in front of you as Thérèse positioned herself kneeled between your legs "I'm gonna tell you what you have to do okay?" she nod "Now put your head between my thighs."

She did as you told, leaning over you wet cunt, that was already dripping.

"You're so wet." Her hot breath crashed with your sensitive skin, sending a shiver through your spine.

"It's all for you, not even your brother can wet me like that, just you, darling." you confessed her, it was the truth, you never wanted her brother, you always wanted her.

"What do I have to do?" she looked at you, so thirsty and hungrily.

"Lick me." you lips were part as you sighd for air.

Thérèse stick out her tongue to lick the entire length of your pussy, her inexperienced turned you one, now she can be your little fucktoy, to teach her the way you like to be fuck, how and when, she's all you ever wanted.

"Now suck there," you pointed your clit, "Mhm yes, just like that, darling." you praised her and saw how she shiver at that.

She sucked and licked you with such devotion, making you weter. Your hand went to her hair, gently pulling it to you, her nose rubbing your clit as her tongue was circling your entrance.

"Yes baby, so good, now put two fingers inside, just like you did with you, okay?" you were desperate at this point, she was pretty slow to your like, but you know she would learn fast.

Thérèse enter two fingers inside you shyly, asking herself if that was okay, but she kept going in and out of you.

"Is this good?" she finally asked you, looking at you with her mouth covered in your juices, making her prettier if that was possible.

"Yes, dear, so good, your brother couldn't do that to me, not even me." she smirked proudly going faster because of her confidence.

Your head fell back, hitting the wall letting out a groan at the hit. You rock you hips at her hand, reaching another sweet spot inside you.

"Oh fuck, Thérèse?" you looked back at her.

"Yes?"

"Curl them." she furrowed her eyebrows and you make the movement with your own fingers, "fucking god, yes, like that, keep going."

You felt your walls clenching around her, you were so close, she was pretty good to be the first time she touched a women.

"I'm gonna cum, darling, suck as you did before." you told her and she went directly to your clit.

You couldn't take it the pressure on your lower stomach anymore and cummed all over her fingers, she took them out and move her head to rest it on your thigh. You were recovering, panting for air with your lips part letting out little whimpers.

"You did so good, Thérèse," you hand caresses her cheek, "give me your hand."

You hold her wrist, taking the wet fingers to your lips, licking them clean, sucking and swirling your tongue between them, she moaned at the sensation.

"Now come here," you pat your lap for her to straddle it, she was now sitting on top of you. "I'm gonna make you feel good, is that okay?"

"Yes, please, Y/N," she practically begged you.

""Mhm are you frustrated?" your hand was running her thigh, noticing the goosebumps in her skin.

"Yes,"

"And you want me to touch you like you did?" you cupped her pussy, feeling her wetness.

"Please," she grind on your hand, searching for some friction.

You shove two fingers inside her, but not moving them, watching her growing desperate.

"Ride them." you bit your lip as Thérèse began to move against your hand, her clit was rubbing with your palm.

You had to put your hand on her mouth because of her loud moans. You curled your fingers and she rolled her eyes, she'd never felt thay kind of pleasure.

You started to meet her thrust, going harder on her, looking at the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She was so overwhelmed. Her walls clenched around your fingers, knowing that she's gonna cum in any time. She looked at you with pleading eyes and you nod, giving her permission to cum.

She explode in your hand, feeling more wetness dripping onto your thighs, squirting all over you as you kept working through her climax. She opened her eyes wide as you still move your fingers.

You took your hand out of her mouth to claim her lips, a rough yet passionte kiss started, she kissed you a little sloppy because of her fuzzy state of mind. Pushing her to another orgasm, she was trembling on top of you, squeezing her thighs as you rub her clit with your thumb. Separating for the lack of air, she felt on you tired, she never felt this and now she wanted more.

"You did so good, darling." you take your fingers out of her, liking them again.

"I like our secret." she giggled.

"I do too." you were stroking her hair, "You know, I saw you that day, that's why I stay there, for you to see me." She opened her eyes wide.

"Y-you saw m-me?" she tried to cover herself.

"Yes, and I loved every second."

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ellastone-olsen · 11 months ago

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Awwww I can't I'm so in love with Therese she's so..not cute,not soft..she's a mad pervert and I love that female character not submissive and perfect

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wndaswife · 2 years ago

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Was reading In Secret reviews on Letterboxd until I saw this review and I was wheezing fhshjsjska, yet I remember your fic every waking moment I know your fic ended openly, but I wonder when would Therese stopped writing to R. OR if R's new lover decided to go to Seine with them and Therese saw them. With Therese, with a little hope that one day you'll come back for her only to be brokenhearted. She probably thinks that your new lover was your lover that she suspects before. 😬

me too actually sometimes when searching for thérèse i accidentally put belivet instead of raquin xdd

i did leave that fic really open ended! though i also think ab that fic a lot tbh even tho i think that ending was the best suited T_T

i don't think thérèse ever stops writing to you. i imagined maybe you would visit the post she goes to to collect her mail just to see what she's up to and how she is (even though i did say you never see rue de seine again, i would imagine the post is a bit further??), and you get to see her all excited that she got mail from you etc etc but you also see that thérèse has started a relationship with laurent as he picks her up from the post to go back to the shop

but hmmm it's a relationship born out of loneliness and a necessity to have someone else because thérèse is now alone without you or camille and madame. you do not know the relationship isn't really anything serious and that thérèse still does and will forever love and value you more, so you still feel irritated and lied to n stop replying to her letters. thérèse but never stops writing to you

#rae responds #anon

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abimess · 3 years ago

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 1

Therese Raquin x Reader

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Summary: In the 1860s, love can be dangerous for people like you. And it gets even more dangerous when it involves a married woman. But Therese loves you just the same, so you're willing to do whatever it takes to have her.

Word count: 2.356 || 2.356

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

For me, In Secret is one of Elizabeth Olsen's best movies, and it is very sad that there are no stories about it here (I only found one), so I wrote my own hahaha

Good reading!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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Therese hated her life.

When she was just a child, the brunette lost her mother and was left in the care of her aunt by her father. There she was treated almost like a slave from an early age, forced to take care of her sickly cousin, Camille, and act like a lady, even though that was the last thing she felt she was.

The only things that made Therese's days worthwhile were waiting for her father's return and reading the poems in the daily newspaper.

It was a short session, with only two or three poems, but for her it was like a light in the darkness that was her life. She treasured them all, but there was one author she liked in particular. Cameron. No last name. Just Cameron. It was all she had, but it was enough for Therese to feel close to this mysterious writer.

The way the words were chosen made her travel to all the places described and meet all the people mentioned. It was a daily escape from her constant prison. And Therese clung to those poems as if her life depended on them.

When not reading, Therese would reminisce about her favorite poems or imagine what Cameron would be like. In her imagination, Cameron had many faces and many shapes, but one thing was certain. The eyes were always sincere and the smile was always warm. At least that's what Therese felt through the poems, and that's what she spent most of her days dreaming about.

Although she doesn't like her life, one day a series of events destroys her routine and Therese finds herself wishing that her life would remain as it is.

Therese receives a letter saying that her father has died and that he has left her an inheritance. Soon after, Camille announces that they’re all moving to Paris because he got a job there and her aunt announces that Therese will have to marry her cousin.

The idea does not please Therese one bit, but her aunt provides her with enough reasons to accept the marriage, so she reluctantly does.

So here she was, looking at the street outside through the window shop and thinking about the excruciating life she would have from now on, trapped in an unwanted, unhappy marriage.

Therese would stay in that position forever if she could, but her aunt is calling for her so she sighs, knowing she can't miss her obligations, and gets up.

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It's dominoes night and Therese couldn't be less interested. So the brunette sits down away from the table and next to one of the windows, watching the street. The world outside that she so desperately wants to know.

The others were only interested in the game, not caring a bit about inviting her to join them. Not that Therese cared, she didn't want to join them either.

Her aunt has been complaining worriedly for several minutes that Camille is late. But when the blonde's voice is heard from downstairs, both women sigh. Her aunt because her precious son has arrived and Therese because she won't have to listen to the elder's complaints anymore.

Her aunt gets up and immediately calls Therese to accompany her, so the young woman gets up and does so, the lack of enthusiasm always evident on her face.

As they go downstairs, Therese frowns when she realizes that Camille is accompanied by two other people. A man and a woman, the latter wearing garments considered quite inappropriate for a lady. Therese looks curiously for a few seconds at this unusual woman wearing pants and a suspender, but soon she is back to showing complete disinterest for everything that’s happening around her.

Camille chats with her mother, introducing the two strangers. Therese doesn't pay much attention to the conversation, but understands that the man, Laurent, and you, (Y/n), are siblings and are former family acquaintances.

The blonde then introduces the two siblings to Therese and she doesn't understand why she feels a deep urge to look away when your eyes meet hers, but she does anyway, and she doesn't see the small smile that forms on your face at her action.

You exchange no words, and as Camille and your aunt guide you and your brother upstairs, Therese follows the group in silence, her eyes avoiding your figure at all costs.

You greet the other guests, exchanging brief conversations, and Therese allows herself to look at you once more. You smile politely, but your eyes seem to scan each person in the room intently.

Looking at you makes Therese's stomach act in a completely unfamiliar way and she doesn't like it at all, so she looks away once more and returns to her chair by the window.

You and Laurent join the game and soon the conversation is intersected by several moments of silence of concentration. Therese returns to watching the street below, and she doesn't like how her eyes insist on constantly seeking you out.

For some reason that Therese wasn't paying attention to, the group starts talking about yours and your brother’s professions and everyone is visibly excited when they discover that you’re both artists.

When Laurent tells them that he is a painter, Madame Raquin immediately asks him to do a painting of her son. But when you mention that you are a writer, you receive several discreet judgmental glances, especially from the men.

"But for whom do you sell your writings, miss (Y/l/n)?" The man with the gray mustache asks the indelicate question and you laugh politely. "For whoever wants to buy them." You say simply and the man you are almost certain is named Olivier prepares to speak. "But you are a..."

"A woman? Yes." You interrupt him and the man looks visibly disconcerted, but you smile once again. Therese doesn't want to, but she listens to the conversation intently. Your unassuming laugh having an effect on her that she prefers to interpret as irritation.

"I write under a pseudonym. No one knows who I am." You explain as the people around you exchange curious glances. You risk a glance at the young woman in the corner of the room. But as soon as your eyes meet hers she immediately looks back to the window and you contain a smile.

"How does this work?" Madame Raquin asks curiously and you smile before answering. "I write my works and sell them under a false name. People pay me and that's it." You say, shrugging and Madame slowly nods, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"But that doesn't seem advantageous to me." Oliver comments, thoughtfully, and you smile amused. "If you publish under a name that isn't yours, then you don't get credit for your work." At his remarking, some of the group murmurs in agreement, and you smile once again.

That is not the first time you’ve had that conversation and it certainly would not be the last. Next to you, Laurent tries to hold back a smile, knowing very well the direction this conversation will take.

"It's not about the credit. I write because I love it and I love what I write." You say, and the clear passion in your voice causes Therese to lock her eyes on you, admiring you for a brief moment. But soon she comes to her senses and, shifting uncomfortably in her chair, she looks out the window again. But her ears are attentive to your words.

"On the other hand, I'm not naive. I know I have to pay my bills, so I sell my writing under a pseudonym." You explain, but the bespectacled man in front of you doesn't look convinced. "But why?" he asks, and you laugh again. Either that man was very foolish or he was pretending to be.

"In our society, something done by a man is valued a thousand times more highly if the same thing is done by a woman." You explain and are not surprised by the strange looks the others give you. Still, you continue. "Men are constantly coming up with gimmicks to subjugate us women. So we have to come up with our own gimmicks to fight back."

At your words, the group exchanges murmurs, some of approval, some of disapproval. Beside you, Laurent smiles amused, accustomed to your way of thinking, and squeezes your shoulder gently reassuring you and you smile at him.

You turn your gaze back to the game in front of you, but not before looking at Therese again. But this time, the brunette holds your gaze briefly before turning her eyes once more to the world outside. The exchange of glances lasts less than a second, but it was already enough to make your heart beat faster in your chest.

The conversation soon changes direction but stays on the subject that you and Laurent are artists. The whole conversation irritates Therese deeply. She doesn't even understand why, she just knows that every time you share your experiences, the brunette's hatred for you only increases.

At the moment, Laurent is telling a story that is highly amusing to everyone but her, about how he was getting involved with a woman and in the end discovered that this same woman was also getting involved with you, but neither of the siblings knew it.

When this last piece of information is revealed, the guests exchange curious glances with astonished sighs escaping their mouths and Therese immediately clenches her jaw.

"So you are...?" Oliver comes once again with his questions, but you don't let him finish. "A woman who doesn't limit herself by standards? Indeed." You answer with a comradely smile and the others watch you intently, as if expecting a more elaborate answer and you laugh softly. In the corner of the room, Theresa's jaw is so harshly clenched that her teeth threaten to break at any moment.

"Don't misunderstand me, gentlemen, and please don't be offended, ladies." You say, looking at everyone with your hands slightly raised in an appeasing motion, and then you lower them again. "But there's something about women that's just... too delightful to ignore."

With your last words, you risk a glance at Therese. It's quick and discreet, and no one else notices. But Therese did, and as soon as your eyes land on her, the brunette feels an intense wave of warmth take over her whole body. making her feel warm especially in places she is not supposed to be.

With her breath hitched, Therese stands up suddenly and starts trying desperately to open the window in an attempt to relieve that unwanted heat that has consumed her.

Noticing her strange behavior, Camille gets up and walks over to her. "Therese?" he asks, but the brunette doesn't look at him.

"I have to open the window." She informs and the man asks what's wrong and Therese lies, saying that the air is stuffy and keeps struggling to open the damn thing.

"Come join us at the table. The (Y/l/n) are here, isn’t it lovely to have a lady friend?" The blonde asks excitedly, but Therese continues with her attention on the window that seems to be stuck shut. "I don't want to." She retorts impatiently and the man frowns.

"Therese, Miss (Y/n) will think you don't like her." He says, slightly irritated, causing Therese's own irritation to increase. "Well, I don't." She says through clenched teeth and with a sharp movement finally opens the window.

She takes deep breaths of the cold night air, trying as hard as she can to pull herself together and Camille returns to the table.

From your chair, you watch the interaction attentively and discreetly, but you cannot hear the conversation so you soon return your attention to the people around you.

The evening continues for a while longer, with stolen glances from both of you. With each glance, Therese's irritation with you only increased and your curiosity with the young woman in the corner only grew.

But soon the night is over and you and your brother say goodbye to everyone. The brunette's hostile feeling towards you was visible in all her features, so you limit yourself to saying goodbye with only a nod and a sincere, polite smile.

Therese didn't want you to approach her. But when you say goodbye from afar like that, she gets even more annoyed than if you had come close.

The young woman's conflicting feelings towards you make her blood boil. So she sighs heavily and tries to control her anger as she clears the table.

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"You liked her." Your brother says with an amused smile, waking you up from your thoughts.

Ever since you left the Raquin residence you haven't been able to stop thinking about Therese. So innocent and reserved, it was impossible not to wonder what was hiding underneath that cloak of silence with which the young woman seemed to cover herself.

But you’re not willing to reveal your thoughts to your brother, at least not yet. So you frown. "What?" he chuckles, not at all convinced by your answer, and you chuckle too. You could never fool him.

"You spent the entire trip quiet." He remarks as you both get out of the carriage and walk to the inside of the building. "Oh, and what happened to my observant personality?"

You retort, quoting with your fingers the term your brother loves to use to describe you, and he giggles. "Well you spent the entire trip quiet and looking at your shoes. So I imagine that the image you’re observing is inside your head."

He answers with a knowing look and you giggle with slightly flushed cheeks as you open the door to the apartment you share. "What can I say, brother? Some things are too precious not to be relived."

At your words, Laurent chuckles but falls silent. You each go to your respective rooms, but you can't sleep, your head overwhelmed with thoughts of Therese.

So you sit up in bed and decide to do what you do best. Holding the fountain pen firmly in your hand, you write.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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myfavoriteficss · 3 years ago

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Hello !! Do you have any slow burn fics with any of lizzie olsen’s characters or even lizzie herself? Thanks 💕💕

Hey! First off, I just wanted to say that I love slow burn fics! So, I of course have some a lot for you! Enjoy!

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golden affairs: Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

there is light in us: Part I - Part II

when the hennessy’s strong, all i see is you

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Good to You: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

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a real charmer

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Shenanigans

She Didn't Know

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I Said No: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Love Bug

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girl next door: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five]

teenage dirtbag: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [extra conversation]

my patient’s neighbour: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [six] - [seven]

The Wrong Lifetime: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [six] - [seven] - [eight] - [nine] - [ten] - [eleven]

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The Switch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

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lost with you

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Right In Front Of Me

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Choices: (1) Before - (2) Burying Friends - (3) The Exodus - (4) We Only Go Backwards - (5) Filmed in front of a live studio audience

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Love and Flowers: Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Wanda Maximoff Ending

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Gardening Adventures

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Taste of Candy

Close to You

Lie With Me

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Never Is Enough

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Oblivious

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Healing of A Broken Heart: (1) Healing of A Broken Heart - (2) A History of Almost - (3) Hopes and Promises

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Land of Thieves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (18+) - Final Chapter (18+)

Dating is still only about love: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

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“Why haven't you kissed me yet?”

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Lego House

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brand new eyes

what a lovely dream it is

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not now, not ever

you make a really good fake girlfriend

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I Should Have Known

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turnaround

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Shelter From The Storm: (1) Shelter From The Storm - (2) Dreams - (3) Clean

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A Spy and a Telepath

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Two Young Lovers

Leigh Shaw

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I’m only one call away

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Jane Banner

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Losing you is not an option

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you have terrible luck

Taylor Sloane

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i need you

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Goldrush

Gerri Fields

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The Half of It

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Softly

Thérèse Raquin

Written by: @abimess

My beautiful, hurtful secret: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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what if we did?

Thérèse Raquin x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slightly suggestive, but otherwise, just fluff

Summary: After having to make excuses to spend time alone together for far too long, Thérèse proposes that she and R run away together.

A/N: i loved writing this so much omg, thérèse is def one of my top 3 fav lizzie characters and she’s so sweet. if you haven’t see in secret, i highly recommend it. i also tagged wanda in this for exposure because the movie isn’t very well known but the lizzie/wanda stans might enjoy this (i also write for wanda, a few other lizzie characters, and like a bunch more people btw). i also couldn’t find a gif for this, so i just used a photo <3

“Madame?” Thérèse calls out after pulling away from your lips when she hears footsteps on the metal spiral stairs.

“I’m bringing tea up for you ladies, it should help with your migraine Thérèse,” She replied, and continued walking up the stairs.

Simultaneously, Thérèse’s eyes and yours widened. You backed away from her after she pecked your lips again, whimpering quietly, and pulled her towards the vanity, ushering her onto the chair and starting to rub her neck.

When the door to the bedroom opened, you and Thérèse both gave Madame Raquin innocent smiles. She conversed with Thérèse for a short while as you took the tea from her and set it on the surface of the vanity, putting sugar in yours.

“I think I might take a nap, Madame, my migraine is getting worse,” Thérèse said, which caught your attention.

“And Y/n? Are you going home?” She asked, now talking to you.

“I, uh-” You shot Thérèse a look before blinking a few times, trying to formulate a response, but coming up with no excuse to stay. “I suppose I should if there’s no reason-”

“No,” Thérèse interrupted suddenly, and you had half the mind to groan at how obvious you felt you were being, but you knew the last thing Madame would ever think was that her ‘dear Thérèse’ was a lesbian.

Madame raised her eyebrows, urging Thérèse to say something.

“I mean, it’s silly to send Y/n all the way home when she’ll have to return tonight for dominos with us. She can borrow a book and read- or she could nap with me? It’s that time of the month for you, isn’t it Y/n? You were complaining about your cramps earlier, weren’t you?” Thérèse gave a look, and you stopped yourself from smirking. She lies so easily.

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, Madame, my stomach has been feeling terrible today.”

She sighed and shook her head, “If it’ll have you both feeling better for tonight, I suppose there’s no harm in a nap. I’ll be back in two hours if you haven’t already woken up, we don’t want you sleeping for too long, you both have to be appropriately dressed when Camille and Laurent arrive early.”

You looked over at Thérèse and watched her bite back a smile as she nodded.

Your heart raced a little as Madame looked around the room halfheartedly, hoping she wouldn’t think too much of the state the bedsheets of Camille and Thérèse’s marriage bed were in already. She took her leave after telling Thérèse to drink the tea before she napped and closed the door behind her.

Thérèse immediately let out a breath, resting her head on her hand, “It’s getting harder to keep coming up with excuses, Y/n.”

“I know,” You nodded and kneeled beside her, resting your head in her lap the same way you had done earlier that morning and she unpinned your hair from its bun before threading her fingers through your locks gently. “We got lucky this time though, remember what you said to me? ‘I want to fall asleep in your arms, I want to touch your body while you sleep, I want to wake up with your tongue inside-’” You quoted, before she giggled and nudged you.

“Yes, yes, of course I remember.”

“Well we can do two of those things now,” You lifted your head from her lap and smiled softly up at her.

She bit her lip and nodded, “I would love that.”

She looked so beautiful. “I could attempt the third but I would actually like to take a nap, too.”

Thérèse rolled her eyes playfully and put sugar in her tea, stirred it, and started to drink it before speaking, “If you don’t drink your tea Madame will be annoyed when she comes back up here.”

You groaned and stood from where you were kneeling, “I’ll have it, just let me get my torturous skirts off.”

Thérèse chuckled, you always complained about your skirts. At least thrice a week. “You know,” she started, watching you undress to your undergarments. “Considering how many times we’ve almost been caught, we’re quite lucky. And now we’ve been presented with this amazing opportunity to have an excuse to not be in clothes together, but we’re sleeping.”

“Did I do so good earlier that you need me again already?” You teased with a raised brow. “Besides, it isn’t like we can be naked-”

“Yes but we have the timeee,” She interrupted.

Your smirk fell a little and you sighed, running your fingers back through your hair, you thought she’d be excited at the opportunity to actually be able sleep beside you.

Thérèse wasn’t stupid though, and she could read you well, so she took your hands into hers and pulled you to sit on her lap, resting her chin on your shoulder, “I’m sorry, my love. I do want to sleep next to you, we can go again another time. I just feel like we barely get to do anything and now we have so much time. I just want to enjoy it with you.”

You nodded and kissed her nose, “I know, darling, it’s okay. Sometimes I wish we could just-”

“Run away?” She asked, and you noticed the gleam in her eye as she said it.

“Yes, exactly.”

“What if.. What if we did?”

You wanted to scoff because you didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off, but you saw the hopeful look in her eyes and you knew in that moment you would do whatever it took to give her the world.

Thérèse smiled when you didn’t reject her idea immediately, “I know, it would take a lot of planning and preparation, but I’ve been thinking about it.”

“I could ask Laurent to buy us train tickets,” You suggested.

She started to shake her head, “He would know where we’re going then, I don’t want him to tell Camille or Madame, we’d be done for if they found out.”

“My brother wouldn’t tell. He’s already asked about us, I didn’t confirm or deny anything, but he said he’s glad to see us both happy.”

Thérèse bit her lip and sighed softly, “If you trust him-”

“I do.”

She nodded and smiled. You felt your heart flutter and you leaned forward to kiss her tenderly before speaking against her lips, yours brushing hers as you spoke, “We could go somewhere quiet, buy a house or an apartment, it would have to be small-”

“I’d live in a shoebox if it meant I could be with you forever.”

“Then it’s settled?” You asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

Thérèse nodded her head eagerly and her eyes got watery, “Yes.”

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fayevalcntine · 4 years ago

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10 comfort movies

I was tagged by @missismess to list my top 10 comfort movies (idk how the wildcard works but eh). I'll be honest, I don't think my mind can really even remember ten movies that I rewatch to count as 'comfort', so I'll just list the number of movies that I can remember that I used to love a lot and would rewatch frequently.

Peter Pan (1953)

This was a definite favorite of mine when I was in middle school. I would later become obsessed with the Peter Pan lore/story, and the 2007 live-action one is another favorite that I rewatched scenes endlessly of. I still have very fond memories of both versions, and while I haven't gotten the chance to rewatch Hook, I still loved how unusual it was. I know that that one is pretty ridiculed for its casting and story, but idc. It's the exact sort of cheesy ridiculous 80s adventure movie that I am into.

Robin Hood (1973)

Another favorite!! There's so many different versions/interpretations of the Robin Hood story, and I have watched a good amount of them (the Kevin Costner one is another favorite of mine that I like), but Disney's animated one is an incredibly lighthearted version that would always make me laugh. The fact that the characters are animals of course helps, and I fell in love with this version's Robin and Marian

The Mummy (1999)

This movie has its own set of flaws, I can easily admit that, despite most of the people on this website trying to make it seem unproblematic. But I still love it for its humor and adventurous themes. I rewatched it endlessly when I was a teen. Also, Oded Fehr. I should try and look up any non-American productions that he's done, since it's fair to assume many (if not all) of his American ones are likely very limited (and stereotypically cast) roles :/

The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

Kind of a weird pick, I know, since it's definitely the more "darker" one of the trilogy, but it still leaves us with a glimmer of hope at the end. Without a doubt my favorite one of the OT, even though Return of The Jedi features my favorite development for Luke, as well as many other revelations that I will defend when it comes to ROTJ.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

I'll be honest with you, Tim Burton's newer productions just feel like they lack the heart and originality that many of his older projects had. It also doesn't help that he's soured over for me after he basically admitted that he can't seem to imagine a more diverse cast in his stories. But Nightmare Before Christmas is one that I still have fond memories of, and is an animated movie that is definitely more original than others. The ending song with Sally and Jack was the pinnacle of romance for me, lol.

An American Werewolf in London (1981)

A horror movie isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you think of "comfort", but there's something so funny and a little bit comforting about this movie, despite its sad ending, for me. It helps that the protagonist David is overall an average guy who's stuck in a really terrible situation, and the way the movie portrays his grief and conflict over his current state just gives the story a heartfelt feeling for me, which is something that horror movies mostly lack. Also, the makeup effects are incredible for an 80s flick, and many newer werewolf flicks that use CGI just lack the complete realness that practical effects have in this movie.

Thirst (2009)

Idek what I'm doing here lol, but this is a more recent watch that I keep coming back to. It's another horror movie, but one that honestly makes me laugh in a lot of scenes. The vampire lore is something that I'm always interested in, and the fact that this movie is basically an adaptation of Therese Raquin but with vampires makes it even more fun. I know why the main protagonist is the priest, though I personally would've loved to see a version of this story from Tae-ju's perspective.

Three Colors: Red (1994)

Another more recent watch that I just love. It's not really a "comfort" movie, but the main dynamic between Valentine and The Judge is so compelling, and Valentine herself is such a more hopeful person. Her character just makes the film for me.

That's about all that I can think of. If anyone wants to do this, I definitely ask that you do.

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bogmommy · 3 years ago

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. why are people writing therese raquin x reader imagines

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ellastone-olsen · 11 months ago

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Christmas stealer - Therese Raquin

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: One day you notice a neighbor girl who is strangely spying on you. But you don’t yet know what you will be willing to do for the sake of your happiness.

Pairing: Therese Raquin x f!reader

Warnings: homophobia, forbidden relationship, violence, dark themes, masturbation, teasing, breast play, facesitting, oral

Word count: 3.9k

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

AN: Therese is my favorite Lizzie’s character, I had to write about her

The Christmas tree softly shimmered with gold as the two of you stood in the center of the large room holding hands. “Now it’s just the two of us...” Therese’s soft whisper in your ear proved that this was reality. You two, on Christmas as you once dreamed of. Only at the cost of what? Your thoughts go to the beginning of the story.

Every day you went out to the field that belonged to your family to mow the grass, collect it and take it closer to home so that later it would become hay. As your parents said, they were not lucky to have any son, and the hard work fell on you as an old daughter. They may have loved your little sisters, spoken kind words to them and indulged them, but with you it was different. You were free labor.

But even with all this, you couldn’t say that you were completely unhappy. You were grateful for a roof over your head, food, clothes and that was the most you could wish for. Until a certain point. One day, maybe a week or a month, your desires began to spread beyond your small family farm. Strange thoughts began to creep into your head when you saw her. Therese...Oh Therese.

You could bet that your parents would kill you if they found out about your little (big) crush on the girl next door. If I tell you in order, here's how it happened.

A hot, sultry day fell on your head. Again the field, again the grass. Your forehead was covered in sweat, the fluttering of your scythe and the chirping of grasshoppers being the only sounds in the heated air. You measuredly counted out three strokes: one, two, three. One two Three. Mental arithmetic helped me not to go crazy from monotonous hard work. The thought of dinner soon was reassuring. You stopped and leaned on the scythe for a break. Looking around, your gaze noticed the same landscape that was here every day: your small family house, a couple of neighbors’ houses, a fence made of rotting wood, a large oak tree on the neighbor’s property and... a girl in the grass.

This was something new. Why was she there, like she was watching you. Her forehead is pressed to the ground and only her dark, flowing hair is visible. She moved too strangely for a person who decided to rest in the grass... oh. What is she?.. No, this is nonsense and your excited fantasies. Just keep mowing the grass. One, two...is she watching me? Three..is she touching herself or? One…

“Y/N, why aren’t you eating?” You were brought out of your trance by your sister's voice. Your sisters (there were 2 of them), unlike your parents, loved you; it was sad for them to see how they interacted with you. You looked at the youngest, who was barely 10, and smiled. “I was just thinking, honey.” Thoughts in you head revolved around this mysterious girl. Will I see her tomorrow? So you need to go to bed early so that tomorrow comes faster.

Your count to three continued again, accompanied by the chirping of grasshoppers. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at the oak tree. The muscles were burning, there was not much left, the grass did not last forever and one day it would end. You noticed a slight movement in the same place as yesterday. I'd like to see it, but what if you scare her away? With one eye, I raise my head and immediately there is grass, grass, grass.

“Oh...” Your breath caught in your throat. She was lying on her stomach with her eyes closed, her mouth open and a grimace of pleasure visible on her face. Her body shook and her long brown hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Yes, she definitely did what you originally thought. A soft, pulsating warmth formed between your thighs and settled somewhere in the pit of your stomach. Grass, let's continue, one, two...

Your room was plunged into darkness as you lay looking at the ceiling. “Who lives in that house behind the big oak tree?” You asked the question during dinner, hoping that at least someone in your family knew. “I think the Raquin family lives there, there are three of them in total.” Your sister Eva said, she was the middle of three daughters, a month ago she turned 17. It’s not surprising that she knew this, the girl in her free time loved to talk with neighbor children and gossip. “Have you talked to any of them at least once?” Eva thought, “No, others say that they are not very friendly.” This was all the information you could find out and now in your room while others were sleeping you were thinking hard. Raquin. Her last name is Raquin. Her face expressing pure pleasure resurfaced in your memory. Maybe if just once you put your hand under the elastic band of your panties...you put your fingers inside of you...oh...so wet. Once, only once, you promise yourself.

You would have a plan, simple and reliable as you thought. In an hour or so, about the time Therese will appear again, hide behind that same huge oak tree and wait. You sat with your back resting on the rough bark, fatigue from work and the warm summer air lulled you to sleep and you began to fall asleep. Thoughts have already turned into mush, just a little more and... a rustling sound, quite real. Someone goes here. You looked out from behind the tree and lost your breath. That's her. She seems surprised by your absence from usual place, but she still lies down in the soft grass where there is already a small trace of her body. This is the perfect moment, she won’t run away.

“Hi!" You come out of your hiding place and scare her. Swearing pours out of her mouth and she tries to get up and run away, but you grab her by the arms, drag her back to the ground and pin her back, straddling her hips. “No, wait, oh God, I’m sorry, I’m sitting right on top of you, I wanted to talk to you, get to know you.” She tries to break free and accusations rain down on you, “You were following me!” Your eyes widen at that statement. “Did I follow you? You’ve been coming here for several days now and doing obscene things while looking at me!”

“I’m Therese, nice to finally meet you.” This was your beginning.

She stopped struggling and fell silent. Her cheeks also flushed in the realization that she had been noticed. “No, I don’t think it’s bad, well... that you like women... or that you’re attracted to me, if you’re definitely attracted to me... in general, I saw you and decided to get to know you. Your last name is Raquin? I’m Y/N, I live in that house.” The flow of information hit her like an avalanche. She silently looked somewhere to the side and digested what you told her. Okay, if you’re not angry to her… surveillance and preferences, then why not.

You met on neutral territory under that same oak tree. Almost every day for the rest of the summer you sat there and talked about everything you could think of. “And when are you doing your dirty things now if we’re just sitting here and talking?” You decided to make fun of her, but you weren’t prepared for her response. She crawled over to you and leaned close to your ear, “Home. I touch myself while lying in my bed and think it’s you. Do you want to know more details? Then kiss me Y/N.” Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes searched her face for another mockery, but she was serious.

“Therese...” Your soft whisper was lost between your lips and a sweet kiss connected you, hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into your lap. Soft, sweet whines slipped from her mouth as she squirmed on top of you, her full, soft breasts pressing against yours.

“I lift up my underdress, take off my panties and start stroking myself.” She whispered, pressing her center to your thigh. “I take off the straps off my shoulders and play with my tits. Do you like them? I can bet yes. Let’s touch them Y/N.” She took your hands in hers and placed them under the neckline of her dress, continuing to grind your thigh. “Mmmmmm then I use my fingers and fuck myself, and when I cum I quietly whisper Y/N ahhhh Y/N.” Her vulgar moans turned your underwear into something that you definitely can’t wear anymore.

“Therese...slow down...someone might see us..” Bits of common sense stopped you from what could happen, even though you wanted it more than anything in life. "Therese stop."

"One day we won't be afraid." She whispered and got off of you, laying her head on your shoulder. Your hand slid into hers, rubbing gently with the pad of your thumb, seeking comfort. "One day."

She pulled away in disappointment "You don't want me?" She seemed about to cry. You removed your hands from her chest and cupped her face, pressing her forehead to yours. “No no no don’t you dare even think so, just...You understand how complicated everything is. You understand the consequences if we get caught. If your aunt finds out or your brother. I'm afraid for you, for us."

Summer is over and that means you no longer have work in the field. You came up with an excuse for your family that you would go and pick berries, mushrooms and herbs in the forest nearby. Teresa seemed to have no problem sneaking out of the house.

One day at the end of October, she came to your meeting all dejected. You walked silently through the forest and you offered to sit down. She lay down with her head on your lap and curled up like a kitten. Your hands gently stroked her hair and you leaned down to kiss her cute little nose.

"Do you want to talk?" silence, somewhere a tit is singing, leaves are falling steadily to the ground, predicting winter. Small sobs come from Therese and her hands grab you, looking for salvation. “She wants to marry me to Camille.” Her sobs become louder, you somehow understand her words: “She will take me to Paris far from you and marry my worthless brother.”

Your heart stopped. Who is she? Her aunt Madame Raquin? Obviously yes. This nasty old woman wants to tear you apart. This cannot be allowed. The thought of never seeing Therese makes you furious, but now she needs comfort, so you speak. "When it will be? We will not allow this."

You kiss her face, hug her and console her, whispering “Everything will be fine, we’ll figure something out, everything will be fine.” Therese has no doubt that you are not lying.

When it became too cold to meet outside, you went to Therese's house for the first time.

In the winter there weren't many errands for you on the farm and you would sneak out of your room window to your little secret meetings.

It was Therese's idea to introduce you to her family, which you already hated. But not because she wanted it, no, all she wanted was not to die in the forest from the cold with you.

Christmas Eve seemed like the perfect time for this, with her aunt excited about the holiday and her head full of hosting guests and gifts for her precious son.

"Nice to meet you Madame Raquin." You crouched down and lowered your head, showing “respect” for the older woman. Her gaze was ready to make a hole in you, she was clearly assessing who her stupid niece was friends with. However, what difference does it make, thought Madame Raquin, they will leave here soon anyway, thought Madame Raquin, and did not even suspect how terribly wrong she was.

“Nice to meet you too Y/N, Therese didn’t say that she have friends.” The old woman spoke through her teeth. “Come in, please get settled in, we’ve just decorated the Christmas tree.” You were given the fakest smile of your life. “Therese, make us all some tea.”

There were four people sitting at the table: you and Therese. Madame Raquin and Camille. The latter seemed to you the most insignificant person you had ever met. “Y/N Teresa and I are getting married soon.” Camillle said with childish joy, as if this were some kind of game. “Mother said that after Christmas we will all go to Paris.” He continued, your teeth gritting with anger that this bastard even allowed the thought that Therese would be his wife.

“Oh she didn’t tell me about that, congratulations. Therese, I hope you will send me postcards from Paris." Under no circumstances should negative emotions be shown. Your hands clenched into fists under the table and Therese’s soft hand lay on top, calming you.

Then there was silence. Tense and dense, everyone was in their own thoughts. The gears in your head were spinning, pushing the thought of how to get rid of these two opposite. It seemed steam would come out of your ears, when Camillle’s sharp, nasty voice broke the silence, “Mother, I want to go ice skating, let’s go to the lake!” Why an adult guy talks and behaves like a child was a mystery to you. In addition, he periodically wheezed and coughed, as if he would soon go to the next world without your help.

Madame Raquin seemed glad to be rid of your company and encouraged her son. “Of course my boy, we will go now. Forgive us, skates were recently delivered to us and Camille has never skated.” You interrupted the older woman. “Don’t worry, Madame Raquin, of course, go. Therese, I think, can show me your wonderful house for now.” The dialogue full of hypocrisy did not last long and soon the front door slammed, signaling that mother and son had left the house.

Looking out the window and making sure that they were far away, you approached Therese from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Can my girlfriend show me her room mmm?” She turned around in your arms and placed a soft kiss on your chapped lips. “I love the way it sounds when you call me yours.” She took your hand and led you up the stairs.

Her room looked a little dark and gloomy, with a couple of crooked candles providing light to the space. Closer to the window was a large plush bed with several camel hair blankets on top. Your lips found hers again and a sloppy, hungry kiss became the beginning of something much more. You slowly pushed her towards the bed and when her knees hit the edge she sat up, you settled on her lap.

“Therese...” a soft whisper comes out of your mouth, teeth biting and kissing the soft skin of your neck. “Help me take off this damn dress.” She growled and pulled you to your feet with her back turned. “We don’t have much time before they come back.” Your hands handle the laces and clasps of her dress in a matter of minutes, when her “armor” falls to your feet, she kicks the hated piece of clothing somewhere to the side and turns you around with your back, almost tearing the laces of your dress.

You are both in white dresses that were worn under the main ones. Therese is on top of you like that summer day. The room is filled with the sounds of kissing and the soft crackling of the fireplace. You pull down the straps of her dress and her breasts jump out in front of your face. “They are exactly as I imagined.” You say this and take one of her nipples into your mouth, gently squeezing the other breast. She fidgets on your hips, “Oh, you pervert imagined me naked?” She laughs and moans when you bite and lick. "Look who's talking."

You kiss again, your hands never leaving her tits. Therese's panties are already ruined, you look down at your dress where she was sitting and see a small wet spot. You pull her dress down, help her take off her underwear and she is completely naked in front of you. "You are beautiful." Your hands move over her flat stomach, soft plush thighs and do not reach the place where she needs it most.

"Sit on my face." You go down and lie on your back. She sits on your stomach and looks at you uncertainly. Your hands grab her hips and pull her higher up your body. “Come on, I want to taste you.” Her wet center falls onto your mouth and you stick out your tongue, licking her entire length. Her hand slides into your hair, pressing you closer, “Oh god Y/N...so good.” You find her swollen clit and suck it into your mouth, she moves her hips towards you, the bed creaks quietly and she screams curses. “Fuck yes yes thank you thank you thank you this is so good.” Her moisture flows into your mouth and you lick everything she can give you. You stroke with your hands everything you can reach from her hips to her chest. At the moment of orgasm, Therese takes both of your hands and presses them to the bed, her nails painfully dig into the back of your palm, but this is nothing compared to the sounds she makes when she cum all over your face. While she recovers from her orgasm, you bite and kiss her thighs.

She gets off of you and lies down next to you. Her face buries at the base of your neck and she whispers, “Thank you.” The crackle of the fireplace is soothing and you almost fall asleep when she pokes you in the side. “Don’t sleep, I want to return the favor.”

You remember your own wetness between your legs and nod. "Get on all fours." and you do what she says. She lifts your dress up to your waist and pulls down your panties. Your puffy, soaked pussy appears before her, begging to be touched. “God, you’re so wet, are you sure you didn’t come while I was sitting on you?” She laughs and collects moisture with her fingers. A thread of excitement stretches from your pussy to her fingers and she puts them in her mouth. "Delicious." Two fingers stroke your entire length and then push inside.

Her kisses go down your back and she reminds you, “I would really like to stay like this with you, but we still have to deal with my brother and aunt.

Your mouth opens in a scream and she starts pounding into you hard and fast. "Oh Therese...please." She leans towards your ear and her breasts press against your back. “I had no intention of stopping.” Her fingers curl and hit that sweet spot inside you. You reach up and rub circles on your sensitive clit. Therese places one hand under your stomach and pulls you closer. Vulgar squelching sounds are heard throughout the room, she adds a third finger inside you, stretching you so well and you see stars “Come on baby cum for me.” Your legs shake as you cum on her hand. Not a single orgasm to which you brought yourself can compare with Therese.

“Camil! Come here to me!” Therese shouted to her brother from across the frozen lake. The winter day turned out to be frosty and sunny, birds were singing around and only three people were skating on the sometimes thin ice of the lake. “Camil wait! Don't go without me, you'll fall. Therese, don’t call him!”

“Therese, help! Help me! Help, call someone!” But Therese stood motionless. The girl simply watched her family drown and freeze under the ice of a huge lake. After some time, the sounds stopped and life left both bodies. A couple of tears fell from Therese's cheek in honor of the loss of people for whom she had affection, but not love. The girl went to land and, after changing her shoes, slowly walked into the empty house.

But Camil has already set himself the goal of getting to his sister. The two of them quietly drove straight to Therese. Of course, straight this is the shortest way. Now they are almost there, but from somewhere they hear a crash, a second and two of them are screaming in the icy water, floundering and trying to save their lives.

“I have an idea." Therese said as you helped each other get dressed. “You see this lake.” She points to the window and you watch as Madame Raquin and Camille are still mastering their skates. "I see." You simply nod, starting to understand where her thoughts are going. Back in the fall, when Madame Raquin’s plans for Therese became known, you agreed to get rid of these two. And given how little time was left, it was necessary to come up with something quickly.

She finished her short monologue and you tried to weigh the pros and cons. “What if the snow doesn’t fall overnight? What then? “Then we just won’t go anywhere. This plan is pure luck, but we don’t have much time and we have to take a chance.” You looked into her eyes and kissed her slowly. "OK, let's try."

“We’ll make our way to this lake at night, do you have anything sharp on your farm?” You nod “Bring it here, can you do it for me?” You nod again, “In one place over there opposite the tree we will chop up the ice, it will become thinner and with a lot of weight it will fall through. If we’re lucky and snow falls overnight, covering up the fact that some kind of manipulation was done with the ice, I’ll invite my aunt and brother to go skating again in the morning. I will remember where not to go and go around this place. And I called Camille to me, taking it weakly. Believe me, he won't refuse. But it will go in a straight line, exactly where the ice is thin. Of course, my aunt will go after him and so the two of them swim in the icy water.”

The Christmas tree softly shimmered with gold as the two of you stood in the center of the large room holding hands. “Now it’s just the two of us...” Therese’s soft whisper in your ear proved that this was reality. You two, on Christmas as you once dreamed of. You are here again, in the present. You killed two people and made it look like an accident. You killed them. Is this what you wanted? Yes. But the realization came later.

"Merry Christmas my love."

“Hey...” She takes your face in her hands. "Look at me. Everything is fine, I’m with you and we are together and no one will bother us anymore. We can stay here or move to Paris. Whatever you want." She kisses you and you respond. It really doesn't matter who's dead. The main thing is that you are with her, with Therese. And no one will steal this Christmas from you, no one will steal your whole life.

#wanda fanfic #therese raquin #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wandanat #wandanat x reader #in secret #elizabeth olsen

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gingiesworld · 1 year ago

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3 DAYS UNTIL THE FIRST KINKTOBER FIC IS POSTED. 7PM UK TIME.

HAPPY KINKTOBER AWESOME BUDDIES!!!!

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY EVERY FIC

Gingie's Kinktoberfest

Hey awesome people, this is my first ever Kinktober event and I hope you all will enjoy what I have in store with a range of characters from Lizzie with appearances of Nat and Maria too. The list and dates they will be released are as below.

1st: MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: It has been a while since Wanda has had an orgasm so she asks her best friend for a helping had.

3rd: Natasha Romanoff x Porn Star Avenger (Amab! R) Summary: Reader is a porn star and Natasha is a secret fan, especially when she learns that the masked crusader on the hub is indeed her fellow Avenger

5th: Therese Raquin x Fem Reader Summary: Therese is unhappily married to Camille and she has always had feelings for reader who was also part owner of the pub. So one night when Therese decides to let loose and have some fun, she finally takes what she wants.

7th: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Gerri Fields still goes to college a virgin where she meets an old school friend she used to admire before graduation. The two soon start to date and Gerri asks them to be her first.

9th: Maria Hill x Lower Level Agent Reader(Amab! R) Summary: Maria is on a mission with reader who makes one tiny mistake and she is fast enough to berate them on the way back to headquarters. But Reader stands up for themselves which soon turns into something more ;)

11th: Step sister Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda visits her step sibling in the city and they offer to take her to a club. The two soon get drunk and Wanda finds herself dancing seductively which doesn't help with the tension that was between them before ;)

13th: Jane Banner x Mob Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Jane Banner was always the one who wore the trousers but that was until she met Y/N. The mob boss who she was trying to take down. Soon finding herself tied to their bed as they used her for their pleasure.

15th: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Readers favourite place to be is between the Infamous Black Widow's legs. Pleasing her until she squirts.

17th: Step mom Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda overheard Y/N screaming her name only to walk in on them jerking themselves off to the sinful thoughts of their step mom.

19th: Sister Maximoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Bible Study takes an eventful turn as Reader wants to recreate humanity procreating as Adam and Eve had done many of millenia ago

21st: Innocent Wanda x Step Parent GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda comes home after being dumped by her boyfriend since high school in search of comfort. Soon receiving more than she never knew she needed from Reader

23rd: Maria Hill x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: At one of Tony's parties, exes bump into each other and soon fall into old habits.

25th: Assistant Wanda x CEO Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Reader requests a little bit more off of their assistant and she is more than ready to comply as they bend her over the desk.

27th: Bratty Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Natasha decides to be blunt and abrupt with reader who doesn't care for it, especially when she is cocky and disrepectful in front of their friends.

29th: Wanda Maximoff x Stripper Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda hires Reader claiming it is for a Bachelorette party which turns out to be sex party for all of her friends.

31st: WandaNat x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Both Wanda and Nat are persuing reader thinking they are clueless but they are loving the attention a little too much.

18+ MINORS DNI

HAPPY KINKTOBER BUDDIES!!!

#gingie's kinktoberfest #marvel ladies #wanda maximoff imagine #gerri fields #jane banner x gn! reader #therese raquin x gn reader #maria hill x reader #natasha romanoff au #wandanat x reader

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ellastone-olsen · 11 months ago

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➵ MASTERLIST ELLASTONE-OLSEN ✭

*will be replenished

Fluff~ hurt/comfort# smut* extra smut** angst@

Fucked my way up to the top*

Around the Christmas tree~*

Thinking about soft mommy Wanda~#*

Make her happy*~

MafiaBoss!Wanda x f!security!reader*@

The art of eye contact *~

Soft mommy Wanda headcanons ~#*

Series:

The Legend of Sleepy Valley

Part 1 @

Smoking kink with mommy Wanda

Part 1*

Part 2*

Christmas stealer*@ | Therese Raquin x f!reader

Beggin' on her knees to be popular~#

Are we the same person? ~*

Wicked game~**

Plush**#~

Damn you’re weak*

Blue glow**~

Undisclosed desires*~

Stay wit me*~#

Sweet flower~*

My queen is cruel *~#

I want to imagine being in Mysaria’s place *

#wandanat x reader #natasha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #wanda fanfic #agatha harkness x reader #kathryn hahn #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson

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abimess · 4 years ago

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My beautiful, hurtful secret

Therese Raquin x Reader

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

Part 1 Part 4

Part 2 Part 5

Part 3 Part 6

⭐Director’s Cut⭐

#therese raquin #in secret #elizabeth olsen #therese raquin x reader #therese raquin imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine

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abimess · 3 years ago

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 4

Therese Raquin x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

Summary: In the 1860s, love can be dangerous for people like you. And it gets even more dangerous when it involves a married woman. But Therese loves you just the same, so you’re willing to do whatever it takes to have her. [6.685 || 15.494]

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

Hey, guy! I hope everyone is doing well.

First, I want to say that this chapter got a lot longer than the others, but that's because we have a lot of things going on in it haha Hope you enjoy it.

And second, a massive thankyou to my dear @yourtaletotell who created the name of the festival, because I honestly could never

Good reading!

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All parts | Part 3

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In the weeks that follow, you and Therese meet secretly almost every day. But all meetings are short-lived since there is always something determined to interrupt you.

Being honest, you are well aware that any amount of time spent with Therese would never be enough. Still, it was too little time. And even though you knew every inch of her body by now, you wanted to know her soul just as much.

And apparently Therese felt the same way, because soon your meetings began to consist mostly of you cuddling, talking about the most diverse subjects, or just enjoying each other's company in silence.

But the feelings you had towards one another were beginning to become too big for that small, secluded room. Besides, Therese had always craved to see the world, and you were more than willing to show it to her. So you begin to think of ways you would be able to do so, even considering all the restrictions and hindrances the two of you would have to face.

"We should go to the park." You comment one day as you and Laurent walk to the grocery store and your brother frowns. "Do what in the park?" he asks and you smile, playfully. "What you do in a park, brother." You answer and he rolls his eyes.

"Breathe the fresh air, reconnect with nature." You speak with exaggerated passion and the man giggles, shaking his head. You giggle too, but soon it dies down and you swallow dry.

"We should invite Camille and Therese to go with us." You comment trying to sound casual and risk a glance at Laurent. When you see the knowing smile on the man's face, your cheeks heat up. "Oh, now I get it." He replies in a teasing tone and you laugh in embarrassment.

When your brother approaches you and gives you a light playful nudge you roll your eyes, your cheeks burning even more.

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You shake your hands anxiously beside your body, taking a deep breath. "You'll end up having a stroke, sister." Laurent teases, a little ahead of you as he opens the door to the shop. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up, and push your brother lightly, using your other hand to hold your messenger bag at the side of your body.

"Good afternoon, ladies." Laurent greets Madame Raquin and Therese as soon as you enter the store. You smile at the two women, greeting them as well, and as soon as your eyes meet Therese's, you feel your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you got here just in time!" Says the older woman as you both approach her with puzzled gazes, and Madame Raquin points to some sets of fabrics on the counter. "Could you please help me carry these to the back of the shop, darlings?"

"Of course, Madame." Laurent says helpfully and tilts his head for you to help him. You leave your bag on the counter and hurry to get the remaining fabrics. The two of you then accompany Madame Raquin, who leads the way with a grateful smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Therese follows you with her eyes until you’re out of sight, and then something else catches her attention. When you hurriedly put your bag on the counter, some of your belongings ended up slipping out of it. Letting curiosity get the best of her, Therese runs her eyes through the various loose papers and open notebooks.

A small smile plays on the young woman's face as she reads the words. The verses, so harmonious and ravishing, held Therese's attention completely and the brunette couldn't stop reading them. There was more than just grace in your poems, there was truth, and also a certain familiarity that Therese couldn't recognize.

"It's wrong to snoop, you know?" Your voice from behind her makes Therese startle, snapping her out of her trance. In one swift movement, the brunette turns to you, and giggles embarrassedly when she sees your amused smile at her.

"What are you doing?" You ask in a knowing tone, and Therese giggles once again, waving her hands dismissively. "Nothing, just looking around." And you nod, an expression of false credulity on your face and Therese rolls her eyes. "Fine, I was reading your poems." She admits, slightly embarrassed, and you smile, needing to hold back from kissing her.

You open your mouth to say something, but Madame Raquin and Laurent return to the store and you both turn your attention to them.

Laurent casts you and Therese a knowing look and you clear your throat, scolding your brother, but the man just smiles. You look away from your brother, putting the fallen papers back into your bag and then slung it over your shoulder.

"So, Madame." Laurent says, turning his attention to the older woman. "My sister and I have intended to invite Camille and Therese to a stroll in the park on Saturday."

You walk to your brother's side and risk a glance at Therese, having to hide a smile afterwards when you see the brunette's eyes slightly wide in expectation at you.

"Is that so?" The older woman says with a delighted smile and you and your brother nod politely. "What do you think, Therese?" Madame Raquin asks her niece, who offers her a small smile. "It sounds like a great idea, Madame." Therese agrees, glancing over to you briefly, and you look down, disguising a smile.

You let Laurent settle the details of the outing with Madame Raquin, who makes it clear that she will let Camille know as soon as he gets home from work. Meanwhile, you concern yourself solely and exclusively with looking at Therese as often as you are allowed, without being suspected of doing so. Your heart skipping a beat every time her anticipation-laden green eyes meet yours.

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"If you told me you tried on all your clothes, I wouldn't be surprised." Laurent sneers as soon as he sees you coming into the kitchen.

This is, in fact, the fourth or fifth outfit you've tried on already. But you wouldn't let him have the satisfaction, so you just roll your eyes with a grimace and the man chuckles.

"Come on, we should get going." You say, walking to the door of the small apartment and Laurent gets up from the couch. "Oh, wait!" Your brother says and you stop, turning to look at him. As soon as you do, he points to your chest. "Your shirt is stained."

"What?" You ask, looking down and frantically searching for the stain. It's not possible that the one outfit you finally liked was stained. But a few seconds later you can't find the said stain, and you raise your eyes completely unamused as you understand your brother's antics.

"You're an idiot." You say slightly annoyed, giving his shoulder a shove before turning to the door again. When you hear Laurent's chuckle behind you, you roll your eyes.

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"The Art sur l'encre is taking place in Marseille this year." Laurent comments as you're in the carriage heading to the Raquins' residence.

Art sur l'encre is an art festival which gathers amateur artists from different regions of the country in order to promote and divulge national art. You and Laurent go every year, him to sell his paintings and you to sell your writings.

The festival was an excellent opportunity and always bore good fruit for both you and your brother, so you were always looking forward to it. However, with your mind completely taken by Therese, you didn't even remember the event.

You hum in agreement, your gaze lost out the window, and Laurent frowns, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. Before he can ask why, though, the carriage stops and you get off.

Having arrived there close to the agreed time, it doesn't take long before Therese and Camille join you, and the sight of the brunette makes your brain stop for a moment.

The woman is wearing a silvery dress, a hat on her head that matches the tone of the garment perfectly. And all you can think is that she looks gorgeous.

As you and Laurent exchange greetings with the two of them, all you want to do is tell Therese how stunning she is. But you can't, so you settle for a polite hug, placing a brief, discreet kiss on her cheek. Therese gasps softly, just loud enough for you to hear, and you turn away from her with a satisfied little smile.

Camille sits down next to Laurent, both of them engaged in a conversation about work that you pay no attention to. With Therese sitting next to you, it’s impossible to pay attention to anything else.

You exchange glances frequently, shy smiles crossing your faces every time you do. And when Therese settles into her seat, moving closer to you, you don't mind.

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You walk for some time, Laurent and Camille a little further ahead while you and Therese stay a few steps behind.

The fresh air of nature fills your lungs, invigorating you completely. The rustle of the leaves swaying against the wind and the water rushing in the river in the distance envelop you in a delightful sense of peace. But none of that compares to the feeling of having Therese by your side.

"This is nice." The brunette comments, as if reading your thoughts, and you smile, humming in agreement shortly after. "I thought you might like it." You comment, your voice loud enough for only her to hear, and Therese smiles.

"Why?" she asks and you frown slightly, turning your gaze from the surrounding trees to the woman beside you. "What do you mean?" You ask, oblivious, and Therese giggles lightly, the sound making your chest warm.

"What were your intentions bringing me here, miss (Y/l/n)?" She rephrases the question, and you chuckle shyly. "I noticed that you're always home. I figured it would be a good idea to see the world a little bit." You explain with a smile on your face and Therese watches you, feeling her heart beat in a different way as she watches you gesturing to your surroundings. "Besides," you say, clearing your throat, "I figured it might be a good place for a first date."

"A date?" Therese asks, perplexed. She looks at you with slightly wide eyes, her cheeks burning red, and you give a little smile. "If you want it to be, of course." You add, a twinge of embarrassment in your voice that makes Therese want to hug and kiss you right now. But she can't, so she just smiles.

"I'd love it to be." She replies, her voice laden with endearment, and you smile, happy, feeling your own cheeks blush now.

You both know it's not a date. More than that, it could never be. Because a feeling like yours would never be accepted anywhere, and to make matters worse, Therese is married, to one of your childhood friends for that matter.

But neither of you wants to think about it now, pushing the guilt and hurt to the back of your minds, and you smile silly smiles, starting to walk a little closer to each other. Not close enough to look suspicious in someone else's eyes, but close enough for your hand to occasionally brush against hers, causing a wave of warmth to travel through both your bodies and make your hearts beat a little faster inside your chests.

"... Let me sit down for a moment." You hear Camille's voice up ahead and look up to see the blond sitting in the grass next to a tall tree.

You both then approach the two men and as Camille pats the grass, inviting Therese to sit next to him, you shift your weight between your feet, trying to disguise your discomfort. When Camille lays his head on the brunette's lap, you look away.

"Notice this, Laurent. If you get married you'll find yourself with a portable pillow." Camille teases and the only thing that comforts you now is to realize from Therese's features that she looks as unpleased as you do.

"Don't flaunt your good fortune, my friend." Laurent says with a knowing tone, risking a quick glance at you, and you clear your throat, feeling your neck grow warm at your brother's insinuation.

Soon you all sit down and talk about some random subjects. Camille comments on the bear exhibited for people to admire in the downtown square and you wonder why anyone would enjoy seeing a creature that should be roaming freely confined like that.

The conversation flows on for a while longer, especially between Camille and Laurent, and you try not to laugh at the blond man's clear admiration for your brother. You also notice that Therese is rather quiet, her gaze lost somewhere ahead as usual.

You sigh, wondering what happens to the smiling, cheerful woman who shows herself so easily to you when the two of you are alone.

Feeling your gaze on her, Therese looks over to you. Instead of averting your gaze, you hold hers, offering a small, warm smile that Therese easily returns. You only wish you were able to know what is going on in her mind.

Soon the conversation between the two men catches your attention again, and you settle down awkwardly as you hear them talking about renting a boat and going to watch the sunset on the river.

"You can go without me, I'll wait for you here." You comment, avoiding the looks of the other three. Camille protests and you just giggle half-heartedly. Laurent remains silent, and when you notice Therese's eyes on you, a confused expression on her face, you shrug.

"I don't like boats." You explain, but the frown on her face intensifies. "Why?" she asks, curious. You giggle embarrassedly, lowering your gaze to your lap where your hands rest, you massaging your knuckles.

"I can't swim." You shyly admit, and Therese flashes you a smile laden with endearment. Her heart warms inside her chest at the sight of your figure, immediately wanting to wrap you in her arms. But then it aches, knowing that she can't do that.

"Yeah, I'd rather not go either." You hear Therese say and immediately lift your eyes to her. She flashes you a reassuring smile, to which you return with a grateful one. The intensity that your heart beats for her is surreal.

"You two can't stay here alone." Camille says, lifting her head from Therese's lap and sitting up to look at you. "Of course we can." You comment with an amused smile. "We could go see the garden over there." You comment, pointing to the eastern area of the park.

"This is very girly like." Camille jokes and you chuckle half-heartedly. "Come on, Camille." Laurent says, shifting his knowing gaze between you and Therese before turning to the blond again. "You and I will go on the boat ride and let the girls enjoy their afternoon."

You exchange a brief, shy glance with Therese, your cheeks both blushing at the possibility. Camille doesn't take long to agree. You then stand up and say goodbye to the two men, and once they're gone, you turn to Therese, smiling.

"Shall we?" You ask, placing one hand on your back and indicating the way with the other, and Therese smiles back. "We shall." She replies, holding up her dress and stooping in a curtsy and you giggle.

You walk side by side into the garden, just the presence of the woman beside you being enough to make you feel on cloud nine.

"Has it always been like this?" Therese asks suddenly and you look at her. "Camille and Laurent." The brunette adds, noticing the expression of confusion on your face, and you giggle.

"For as long as I can remember." You say, flashes of your childhood running through your mind. Therese watches your nostalgic expression with a fond smile. "Everything Laurent did, Camille had to do as well. They were quite inseparable, if you ask me."

You tell with a chuckle and Therese laughs too, but then a thoughtful frown takes over her face briefly. "What happened?"

"Life happened." You say shrugging. "We moved away and didn't see each other anymore." You add, and there is something in your tone of voice indicating to Therese that maybe she shouldn't continue asking, so she just hums quietly and admires the flowers that begin to surround you.

"Did you like them?" You ask after a while and Therese runs her fingers gently over one of the pink flowers at the height of her hip before turning to you. "Them what?"

You giggle and stop walking. Therese mimics your movement, turning to you shortly thereafter. "The poems." You reply and a smile immediately appears on Therese's face.

"I loved them." She says, a genuine ear-to-ear grin on her face that makes one of your own to grow. You look down, shyly, and Therese tilts her head, admiring your embarrassment. "You write very well, (Y/n)." She compliments, and you lift your gaze to her again.

"I wonder if I've ever read any of your writing in the papers." She comments with a slightly raised eyebrow and you chuckle dismissively. You give her one last look before walking over to some flowers on her right, your hands in your pockets.

Therese doesn't understand your willingness to hide your pseudonym from her, but she thinks it best not to press the issue and walks to your side.

Admiring the flowers together with you, all the brunette can think about is your poems. Your verses so charged with emotion and intensity, she wonders once again if you have ever written about her.

"Give me your hand." You comment softly, rousing Therese from her thoughts. She blinks a few times, looking at you, but you take a moment to look at her again, a small smile playing on your lips when you do.

Therese looks around, and when she sees no one around, she reaches out her hand to you. You take your hands out of your pockets and hold Therese's. The woman smiles lovingly as you bring her hand to your lips, depositing a soft kiss on her skin. But the smile falters briefly when you lower her hand again and she feels you placing something in her hand. A folded piece of paper.

A mixture of curiosity and anticipation takes over Therese's face and you smile reassuringly. "It's for you." You say and Therese watches the piece of paper. As she begins to unfold it, you place your hand over hers. "Not here. Let's enjoy ourselves right now. Leave it to read later, when you miss me." You say with a charming smile and Therese's eyes are drawn to it.

When she looks into your eyes again, she smiles, nods, and tucks the paper inside her dress. You look down and smile as you see the flower lying on the ground just in front of your foot.

Therese watches you crouch down with a curious frown on her face. She watches you pluck one of the small blue flowers on the ground and stand up again. "Do you know what this is?" You ask, showing her the flower. When Therese shakes her head in denial, you smile.

"It's a Myosotis flower." You explain, looking at the flower in your hands, and Therese shifts her gaze between you and the small blue flower, finding it hard to decide which of you to admire at that moment. "It's also called a forget-me-not flower. For some they symbolize sincere love and fidelity. For others, protection and luck."

Therese watches you ramble on, a genuine smile on her face and her heart beating faster with your words. But when you look away from the flower to her, the brunette feels it stop. "But either way, it only makes sense that I give you one."

You hold out the flower to her and Therese gasps. Your fingers brush against hers as you look at each other intensely, your gazes loaded with the words neither of you had the courage to say directly, for fear that reality would come crashing down, charging you with your sins. But Therese almost heard you say them, and you can see them too in the way her eyes sparkle at you. So it is all right.

She admires the flower for a while, a passionate smile on her face, and you admire the woman who holds your whole heart in her hands, a fulfilled smile on your own at the knowledge that you have hers in yours as well.

"I'd say we're having a pleasant first date." You comment playfully, and Therese raises her eyes to you. She has a happy smile on her face as well, but her eyebrows are slightly knitted together in a thoughtful expression. Before you can ask, though, she speaks. "It would be better if you kissed me."

"What?" you ask, feeling your heart beat faster, and unconsciously look around for anyone who might be watching the two of you. Therese observes your apprehension with an amused smile.

"You're afraid." She remarks and you return your gaze to her, shifting your weight between your feet nervously. "Are you not?" You ask, uncertain, and Therese flashes you a smile. She takes a step forward and you immediately straighten your posture.

"Don't be afraid." She says in a whisper, her eyes straying to your lips, and you swallow dryly. "Danger passes by those who look at it right in the eye." She whispers lower and lower, her breath hitting against your lips invitingly and you can't hold it in any longer.

Taking one last brief look around, you lean in, finally connecting your lips to hers. Therese sighs, returning the kiss without a second thought, and you feel your whole body relax. Relax so much that it feels like you're flying. You wouldn't be surprised if you opened your eyes and found out that you were both flying several feet off the ground.

But then the kiss ends, and you are not flying. But Therese looks at you with those big green eyes that constantly take over your mind, her slightly swollen lips curved into a fond smile, and you realize that it comes to the same thing. You were already flying, even if you weren't.

You continue walking and talking about the flowers. Therese occasionally steals a kiss from you. Every time you turn into a flustered mess, and every time she lets out a contented giggle that is briefly followed by a satisfied smile.

It doesn't take long before Laurent and Camille join you again. Laurent looks at you with a small teasing smile, but you couldn't care less, you were too happy to care.

It's getting dark and you decide that it's better to head back home. You sit in the carriage in the same position as you came in and Therese takes advantage of the low light of the early evening and the pile of clothes on her dress to hold your hand on the seat. You intertwine your fingers with hers with a small smile on your face.

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It had been days since the date-not-date with Therese and still a smile seemed unable to leave your face. Your cheeks would be numb right now from smiling so much if it weren't for the fact that your entire body was already numb from the constant flurry of thoughts about the brunette.

"(Y/n)!" Your brother's voice sounds loud beside you and you startle. Only now you notice that you are walking through the streets of Paris next to Laurent and not in the garden with Therese.

You blink a few times, looking completely oblivious, and Laurent lets out a chuckle, already getting used to your increasing daydreaming.

"As I was saying," he talks in an amused tone and you clear your throat, trying to pay attention to him, "I've already bought the tickets to Marseille." He announces and you frown. "What's in Marseille?"

At your question, Laurent stops walking abruptly. You stop immediately afterwards and look at him confused. "What do you mean what's in Marseille?" He asks, shocked, and when you don't show any reaction, he laughs incredulously. "(Y/n), Art sur l'encre!"

"Right!" You say, squeezing your eyes shut. You expect a wave of anticipation to fill you now, as it always does. But the thought of going to the festival doesn't bring you any excitement at all. Instead, you have an idea.

"Hey, why don't you invite Camille?" You suggest, and Laurent widens his eyes, astonished. "What?"

"Yeah, he never goes out." You begin, running your fingers through your hair nervously, but your brother's expression remains unchanged. "It might be good for him, you know? To spend a few days away from Madame Raquin for a change."

"(Y/n), what are you saying?" Laurent asks, clearly not buying your argument of worrying about Camille. You take a deep breath, surrendering. "That I'm thinking about not going."

"Sister, have you gone crazy?!" He asks, completely incredulous. "The festival is a great opportunity to sell your works and-"

"You can sell them to me! You already do that anyway." You retort, remembering all the times your brother had to do the negotiations because no one wanted to buy "a woman's work." And to think that artists claimed to be open-minded. Pathetic.

Laurent watches you for a few moments, examining your features and you hold his gaze, determined to follow through with your decision. Soon he narrows his eyes. "Is this about Therese?"

You don't answer. And your silence makes Laurent chuckle incredulously. "God, (Y/n), it even sounds like you love her." He scoffs, looking away. You again do not respond, and when he returns his gaze to you and sees your expression, his smile dies.

"What?" he asks in an inaudible whisper, his tone of voice laden with disbelief and his expression charged with concern. You shrug. "I love her." You admit. And it is as if the weight of it all comes crashing down on you now. You love her, with every little bit of your body. But you can't have her, because she's not yours to have.

"I love Therese." You repeat, your voice shaky and tears in your eyes. Laurent approaches you, wrapping you in a tight, comforting embrace. You hug your brother back, allowing yourself to cry on his shoulder.

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"What a splendid idea!" Camille comments as soon as Laurent finishes inviting him to go to the Art sur l'encre with him.

You and Laurent have been invited by Madame Raquin to lunch on Sunday, so you are sitting at the table now, eating, along with Camille and Therese.

The fact that Therese is sitting right next to you helps you not to look at her so often. However, her being close like that was more than enough to unsettle you. The way she constantly brushes her leg on yours doesn't help.

"I don't know, son." Madame Raquin comments, clearly apprehensive at the thought of her son sleeping away from home. "There's nothing to worry about, Madame." Laurent says in a persuasive tone. "It's only one night. We'll leave Saturday morning, come back Sunday evening."

You watch the interaction expectantly and, noting that Madame Raquin still doesn't seem very convinced, you decide to add. "Besides, Madame." You say and wait for the woman to look at you to continue. "Laurent is the most caring person I know, I'm sure Camille will be in good hands."

Your words seem to have reassured the older woman more, and the confirming smile you flash her makes Madame Raquin smile back. "It might be a good idea, indeed." The woman finally comments, and Camille celebrates, beginning to talk with Laurent about the festival soon after. You exchange brief glances with Therese, both of you smiling in anticipation.

"But what about you, (Y/n)?" Camille asks and you frown, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "What about me?"

"Why aren't you going?" He asks and the others turn their gazes to you. You clear your throat and give a dismissive smile afterwards. "I have already sold all the writings I had. I think it will be better to stay home and keep working." Madame Raquin and Camille smile proudly, seeming to believe your lie. But soon the blond frowns.

"But it's not a good idea for you to stay home alone, is it?" He comments and you force a smile. Normally, you would be grateful for your friend's concern. Under the current circumstances, however, that was the last thing you needed.

"Oh, she doesn't have to be alone, she can stay here." Madame Raquin comments and you try to disguise your excitement, the plan seemed to be flowing better than you expected. You contain a smile. "Thank you, Madame, I'd lo-"

Your speech is interrupted by a kick to your shin. You grunt, more in surprise than pain, and try to disguise the noise with a cough. You risk a glance at Therese and the brunette widens her eyes and shakes her head in denial, briefly but energetically.

You feel your heart heavy inside your chest. All of this was precisely so that the two of you could finally spend a night together, something you had always fantasized about. Did she not want to sleep with you anymore? Would all this be for nothing?

You clear your throat, trying to send those thoughts away, and return your gaze to Madame Raquin again, forcing another smile. "I would love to, but it won't be necessary. Honestly, I don't see any problem staying home alone." You say, and Madame Raquin makes mention of insisting, but Laurent interrupts her. "There' s really no need, Madame. We're friends with our neighbors, I'm sure (Y/n) will be fine."

After that, both Camille and Madame Raquin drop the subject and you return to eating lunch. The two men go back to making plans for the festival, but all you can do is focus on your food, lost in thoughts. It was not possible that you had got it all wrong.

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It's Monday afternoon and thoughts of Sunday lunch have occupied your mind ever since. Maybe you really did get it all wrong. Maybe Therese really didn't want to sleep with you in the first place and it was all just silly daydreams.

But she opens the back door for you now, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you right away, as she always does, so all thoughts are swept away somewhere far from your mind, somewhere completely out of your reach.

You enter the room, and just as Therese locks the door, you hold her by the waist, spinning her around so that she's facing you, and just as your lips meet hers, she giggles. You smile, that being your favorite feeling in the world.

Several minutes later you are lying on the bedroom floor, Therese with her head resting on your chest and you running your fingertips down her shoulder. You don't see how the brunette smiles at your touch.

"I loved the poem you wrote me." Therese suddenly comments and you smile. "Oh yeah?" You ask, your tone carrying amusement, and Therese's smile widens as she rises enough to look at you. She hums in agreement, remembering how you spoke about her in the poem.

So personal, so sincere. She already knew you paid attention to her, but having you describe her in such a thorough way, clearly choosing your words with care, made Therese's heart light up in an even greater way. Her cheeks burned as she remembered how you described who she is and what she represents to you.

"But I think you overdid it." She comments in a playful tone and you frown. "What do you mean?" You ask, genuinely confused, and Therese shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not all that."

"Of course you are!" You respond immediately, wrapping your arms around her, but Therese smiles unconvinced. "You are all that to me. You are my moon, and all my stars." Your voice is full of honesty and intensity, making Therese's breath hitch. She leans in, connecting her lips to yours in a soft kiss that makes every hair on your body stand on end.

"And you are my sun." She says in a whisper as the kiss ends, a confession only you are allowed to know. You stay there in silence, her forehead against yours as you enjoy each other's closeness, trying to push away the weight of reality that seems to be getting more and more overwhelming.

Therese lays her head on your chest again, and as you deposit a soft kiss on the top of her head, you remember yesterday's lunch.

"Can I ask you something?" You begin, uncertain, and it doesn't take long for the answer to come. "Sure. What is it?" Therese's voice is soft, but your stomach turns anxiously anyway.

"Why didn't you let me accept your aunt's invitation?" You ask, holding your breath when Therese rises from your chest to look at you again, a confused frown on her face. "I thought you wanted to sleep with me."

"Of course I do." She says immediately, placing her hand on your face, caressing your cheek reassuringly. "Then why did you-"

"It's easier to sneak you in if you don't." She replies and, when you frown, she smiles. "Of course I want to sleep with you." She assures and the relieved smile that appears on your face makes Therese's own smile widen, her heart warming in her chest.

"But if you accepted the invitation my aunt would want to keep you company all night long. Believe me, she's obsessed with you." She adds the last part in an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes, and you giggle. "And what about you?" You ask and she frowns.

"What do you think of me?" You ask in a mixture of curiosity and teasing that makes Therese's heart beat faster. She had a significantly long list of words she would use to describe you. But confessing them still seemed too hard. She doesn't want to lie to you though.

"Well... several things." She admits, running her fingers down your jaw, and the way her cheeks take on a light shade of pink makes your heart warm inside your chest.

"Oh yeah? Good things, I hope." You say with a smirk and Therese lets out a giggle. "The best." She confesses in a whisper and closes the distance between you two, connecting her lips to yours. With your smiles, it's hard to continue with the kiss, but you do it anyway.

When the kiss ends, Therese runs her fingers lovingly along your collarbone and you smile, placing a brief kiss on the tip of her nose and the brunette giggles. She then moves her fingers down to your chest, and when they find your locket, she stops.

"What is this?" She asks, her hand on the necklace, and you take a deep breath. You make mention of getting up and Therese gets off of you to allow you to do so. As you sit down, Therese does the same, a frown on her face.

You open the locket, revealing two small photographs inside. You move the locket toward her, inviting her to have a look at it, and Therese sits closer to you, holding the small item in her hands.

Running her eyes through the photographs, Therese sees a couple in one of them and three children in the other. She smiles as she recognizes your features in one of the children. Next to the small youngest version of you, she sees a young Laurent, a small smile on his face as he wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively. But Therese frowns at the third child, a few weeks old baby in your arms.

"That's my family." You explain, and the suddenness of your words makes Therese raise her eyes to you again. But when you offer her a small, reassuring smile, she looks at the photographs again. "My parents, me, Laurent and... our little brother."

Your voice cracks a little and Therese once again raises her eyes, her eyebrows frowning with concern. "What happened?" she asks cautiously, even though she already has an idea of what the answer might be. You take a deep breath, and when Therese notices tears forming at the corners of your eyes, she holds your hand.

"The plague." You say simply, and Therese's breath hitches. "First it was my father, then my mother. Just when we thought it couldn't get any worse, the doctors said my brother was sick too." You explain, and at that moment you no longer even try not to cry, the tears rolling down your face freely.

Therese pulls you close, placing your head on her chest. You don't object, wrapping your arms around her and taking a deep breath, letting her affection comfort you.

Feeling her heart aching, Therese deposits several kisses on the top of your head, murmuring words of condolence. You looked less than ten years old in that picture, and to think that a child had to go through all those horrible things made Therese's eyes burn.

Soon you're breathing normally again, the pain of the past slowly coming back under control as your sniffles become less and less frequent, and you lift your head from Therese's chest. She places her hands on the sides of your face, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks, and you lean in, giving her a soft, lingering kiss. When you pull away, you offer her a small, grateful smile.

"It was hard at the time." You comment, your gaze fixed on the floor as you recall all the struggles you and Laurent had to face during your youth, all the things you had to do for each other to get this far. You smile sadly. "But we're here now, me and Laurent. At least we have each other, and I'm very grateful for him. Laurent showed me the world, taught me everything I know. I only wish I could've done that with Cameron as well."

"Cameron?" Therese asks in surprise. You look at her and the brunette remains frowning as the pieces of the puzzle seem to fit together bit by bit in her mind. Then she widens her eyes slightly and raises them to meet yours.

"You're Cameron." She quietly speaks, a twinge of doubt in her voice. You smile sadly, nodding slowly. "Yes." You confirm, and Therese alternates her gaze between your eyes. "It was the way I found to honor him. To keep him alive. Beyond my memories."

As you explain, Therese's mind spins. How could you be Cameron? Sure, she fantasized about it over and over in her mind. But this becoming true was surreal. Actually, it wasn't. Besides the similarity between your writing and Cameron's, there was something about both of you that made Therese's heart beat harder in her chest in the same way. It was not surprising that they were both you.

The revelation stirred Therese intensely, though, and for lack of words to say, she holds your face and kisses you. You pull her close, reveling in the gentle touch of the woman who has you completely. When you part, you both breathe heavily.

"I love you." Therese admits breathlessly, and your mouth goes dry immediately. She said them. The words you both avoided saying for so long. Because of fear. Because it was wrong. Because it couldn't happen. But she said them. So now there was no reason for you not to say them as well.

"I love you." You confess equally breathless and Therese smiles, kissing you once more. As you smile against each other's lips, your head spins frantically, your heart screaming out for her.

Therese didn't just have you in the palm of her hands. She also had your future.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 3

Therese Raquin x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

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It's been a few days since Therese and you had that moment and the young woman hasn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since.

It’s as if her skin boils everywhere you touched her, shivering with the desire to be touched by you again. Several times during the night, Therese would wake up from not at all innocent dreams about you.

The desire to see you is unbearable. But there's nothing Therese can do about it, so she tries to spend her days getting busy with all the chores she can find at home and at the store.

And during the evenings, Therese distracts herself by reading the poems in the newspaper. But this was the least efficient of all.

Because whenever she imagined the authors of the poems, your image was the only one that came to her mind. Even Cameron, who has always been a special case for Therese, has his image replaced by you.

It’s painful and infuriating how much she wants you. And it's even more painful and infuriating that she can't have you.

So she keeps reading the poems, even if it’s in vain. Because having you around is better than thinking about you. But having you in thought is better than not having you at all.

As she reads the verses of the poems, she wonders if she has ever read any poems you have written. She wonders if any of the verses she loves so much are yours. And if you would ever write about her.

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This is the afternoon that Laurent will return to finish the portrait of Camille.

While Therese busies herself with the chores of the shop, the young woman's eyes are frequently drawn to the front door of the store. Even though she knows that you’re still a long time away, Therese's emotions again get the better of her, and the brunette keeps looking constantly.

Those few hours seem to last for days from the amount of frustration they carry with them, but eventually they end and Laurent arrives.

But to Therese's chagrin, he came alone. She won't ask. Even though her whole body and soul desperately wants to know where you are, she knows she shouldn't. So she remains silent. Madame Raquin and Camille arrive soon after and everyone exchanges greetings.

"Where is your sister, Laurent?" When her aunt asks the question that has been hammering in Therese's mind since the man arrived, the brunette's eyes widen slightly but she disguises her curiosity and anticipation.

"Unfortunately she won’t be able to join us today, Madame. (Y/n) had a meeting with the editors of a newspaper." He comments and the older woman smiles excitedly and asks more about that newspaper.

Laurent tells more about your meeting, and Madame Raquin and Camille smile cheerfully when he says that it is one of the most famous newspapers in Paris. Therese is happy for you too, but all the while she can't stop wishing you were here.

As the three of them head upstairs, Therese gets busy again with the chores of the shop. But all her enthusiasm is gone.

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With a discontented grunt, you bury your face in your hands. It's impressive how the day had been loaded with hassles.

First, knowing you wouldn't be able to see Therese, even though that was what you wanted to do most. At least it would be for a good cause, the opportunity to sell your works, after all. However, the editor could not have been more inconvenient.

You hate being submissive. But in the world you live in and with the career you have chosen, that is what you need to be to sell your writings.

So you laughed at all the troglodyte editor's jokes and acted as was expected of you. At least in the end you managed to sell several poems and even a few short stories. So you couldn't complain.

But you came home and were still upset, so you decided to write a little to relieve the stress. So you sit down at the kitchen table, several papers spread out on the table with writings and more writings, and you reach for your fountain pen.

However, lost among the poems and short stories, you unconsciously returned to it. The manuscript. Selling small pieces of writing to newspapers here and there as a woman was already extremely complicated. Selling a book? Unthinkable.

Even so, you were incapable of discarding it, always returning to it from time to time. But the certainty that it would never see the light of day always held you back.

So you write a few words, but soon get frustrated again, dropping the pen on the table and getting up to make some tea.

While you’re making the tea, you hear the apartment door opening, footsteps getting louder, and soon you see your brother approaching with a fond smile on his face.

He asks how the meeting went and you place two mugs on the table. You tell him it was a success and he smiles proudly when you tell him how much you got for your writings. And he laughs amused at your angry imitations of things the editor has said.

"What's this?" He asks curiously, noting the pile of scribbled papers that constitute your manuscript. You don't answer. "You're still working on it, then?"

"I'm not publishing it, Laurent." You say with a deep sigh. It wasn't the first time (and it certainly wouldn't be the last) that you and your brother had this conversation, so the man's next words didn't surprise you in the slightest.

"And why not, (Y/n)?" He asks, his voice slightly altered by irritation at having this conversation several times already, and raises the manuscript in his hand. "This is good. You're good." He says reassuringly, pointing his index finger at you, but you just shake your head, looking away.

You're both silent for a while. Your brother has already filled you with encouragement, and you have already filled him with reasons not to publish it. Over and over again. You knew exactly how this conversation would end and the last thing you wanted was to argue with your brother, so you simply change the subject.

"How was the afternoon with the Raquins?" You ask. Laurent watches you for a few seconds, but nods slowly afterwards, equally unwilling to argue with you. "It was great." He answers and you nod. As you bring your cup of tea to your mouth, you notice a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Therese asked about you."

You immediately choke on your tea. Laurent watches you amused as you try to pull yourself together. "Oh, really?" You ask, trying to sound casual, your voice still failing due to the tea incident and he watches you for a few more seconds before answering.

"No, I just wanted to see your reaction." He comments and you roll your eyes in irritation, throwing the dishcloth in your brother's face, who laughs amused at the intense blush on your cheeks.

You talk some more and he hugs you before retiring to his room. When you lie in bed, you can hardly sleep with all the memories of Therese burning in your mind.

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The shop door opens and Therese lifts her gaze from the fabrics in her hands without much enthusiasm to welcome yet another customer. But when her gaze meets the gaze of the person entering the store, she widens her eyes.

"Hi." You say, not being able to avoid the silly smile on your face as you approach the counter. "What are you doing here?" Therese asks apprehensively, looking around as if just talking to you was already the greatest of crimes.

"I wanted to see you." You admit and she turns her gaze to you immediately, blushing afterwards. She tries to contain the shy smile forming on her face without much success and you smile even more.

"Well, you shouldn't be here." She finally says, but doesn't seem the least bit displeased by your presence. You then frown, amused.

"Why shouldn't I? It's a fabric shop." You say extending your arms and signaling to the various fabrics and sewing items around you. Therese rolls her eyes, but she has an amused smile on her face when she replies.

"How can I help you, miss?" She asks and you giggle softly. "I lost one of the buttons on my shirt. I'd like to have it fixed." You say in a polite voice of a customer and Therese slightly raises her brows in defiance. "And where is the shirt, miss?"

You look down at your hands, empty, and smile at her insight, but an idea crosses your mind. "It's the one I'm wearing, ma'am." She nods slowly in false agreement and turns her attention to your garment. As Therese scans your torso from top to bottom, you feel your mouth go dry and your stomach seems to sink inside your body.

"All the buttons on your shirt look fine, Miss." She says, returning her gaze to yours, and her challenging expression only increases your will to press her against the wall and kiss her.

Without saying a word, you hold your shirt firmly with one hand and violently rip the first button off with the other. Therese watches your every action with an amused smile on her face, her hand in front of her mouth as she shakes her head in disbelief at your antics. When you throw the button into some corner of the store, she giggles softly.

But footsteps approach and Therese's smile disappears as she goes back to folding the fabrics on the counter. You smile politely, shifting your weight on your feet as Madame Raquin approaches you with a welcoming smile.

"How lovely to see you, (Y/n)." She says, placing her hands on the sides of your face in a gentle caress. "Very good to see you too, Madame." You say returning the smile and the older woman watches you with curious eyes.

"What brings you here, dear?" She asks and you point to the button of your shirt. "I lost a button, Madame. I have an important meeting in a little while so I thought I'd better stop by the best fabric shop in Paris." You reply easily and Madame Raquin laughs, moving her hands dismissively but clearly loving the compliment.

Therese watches your interaction with her aunt with a discreet, incredulous smile on her face. It's amazing how you can say exactly what people want to hear. For a brief moment, Therese wonders if the words you say to her carry truth or if they’re just what you know she wants you to say.

As soon as the brunette realizes that the older woman is turning to face her, Therese assumes an impassive expression. "Therese, please help Miss (Y/l/n) with her button, will you?" Her aunt instructs and Therese nods. "Yes, Madame."

With the girl's response, Madame Raquin withdraws, leaving you and Therese alone again.

The brunette walks up to you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours and you feel chills dominating your body with each step she takes. Therese looks down, placing her hands on your shirt where the button once was and you swallow dryly, feeling her fingers gently brush against your skin underneath it.

"I don't think we have a button like this in the shop." She says, looking up, and the closeness of those big emerald eyes makes it hard to breathe. "Maybe if you hadn't thrown yours away I could fix it." She says, with an amused smirk on her face.

"I don't give a damn about the button, you can rip them all off for all I care." You say, your voice almost a whisper, and Therese gasps with the unexpected words. You smile at the effect you have caused on her, and Therese's eyes are immediately drawn to your lips. But she soon looks up again.

"There's a door at the back of the shop. It leads upstairs." She says so low you can barely hear her and you frown. "Meet me there."

"When?" You ask immediately, matching her tone. "Now." She says and you whisper a surprised 'oh', but soon nod. "Okay." You say and she smiles, biting her lip, and turning away from you next.

You walk to the exit of the shop, and before you open the door you risk one last glance at Therese, both of you smiling in anticipation.

While you’re looking for the back door and walking up the stairs, Therese tells her aunt that she has a terrible migraine and needs to lie down for a while. The older woman agrees with a worried expression and says that she will take care of things in the shop. As Therese walks up the stairs, she tries to contain the smile that threatens to form on her face.

At the end of the stairs you see a wooden door, but before you can knock, the door opens revealing Therese on the other side.

As soon as she sees you, the brunette wraps her arms around your neck and connects her lips to yours. You sigh at the touch you have missed for so long, wrapping your arms around Therese's waist and taking a few steps with her.

You turn with Therese and press her against the now closed door. As soon as the brunette's back touches the wood, she sighs and moves her hands to the sides of your neck, stroking your jaw with her thumbs.

"I missed you." You confess breathlessly amidst the kisses and feel Therese smile against your lips before answering. "I missed you too."

When it becomes necessary to breathe, you pull your face away from Therese's and your breath hitches with the sight. Her perfect face so close to yours, her pupils dilating as she watches you so intently, and the inviting half smile completing the piece, making your heart beat faster in your chest.

Signaling for you to be quiet, Therese leads you into her room and you look around, apprehensive. You couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if you were caught now, but for some reason the fear only made everything even more exciting.

As soon as you enter the room and Therese closes the door, all the desperation from before seems to be gone. Faced with the certainty of what is about to happen, you both look at each other with watchful eyes and breathing a little heavier than usual.

You walk slowly towards Therese and the brunette holds her breath when you stop immediately in front of her, your bodies almost touching. You lift your hand to Therese's cheek, caressing the most beautiful face you have ever seen.

At your touch, Therese sighs, closing her eyes and leaning against your hand. You watch the brunette's reaction with a smile, and when Therese opens her eyes again, the beautiful emerald eyes are drawn directly to your lips.

Therese looks at your eyes briefly before looking at your mouth again and connecting her lips to yours. You both sigh at the sensation, and the kiss is much more serene than the previous one, but just as emotionally charged.

When Therese lifts her hands to your shirt, unbuttoning it, you smile. You make mention of removing her garments as well, but she holds your hands and pulls her face away from yours.

"We better not." She says in a low voice. "It will take a long time to take off and even longer to put back on." You clench your jaw, irritated at the circumstances. But Therese looks at you with a sad frown, and it's scary the need you feel to do everything in your power to never see her unhappy. So you smile and nod, and when she smiles too, you kiss her again.

The brunette gently pushes you over to the chair on her dressing table, and as soon as you feel the wood against your legs, you sit down.

Without wasting any time, Therese sits on your lap, arranging her dress comfortably, and you smile. When she kisses you again, you allow yourself to run your hands down Therese's legs under the dress.

Therese sighs at the powerful effect your fingers have on her skin. It feels like electricity, coming straight out of you and into her, coursing through her entire body.

When your fingers run along the wet fabric of her panties, Therese moans softly against your lips and you smile. As you pull the fabric aside, exposing Therese's intimacy to your touch, the brunette finishes unbuttoning your shirt.

As you run your fingers down the wet core of the girl on your lap, Therese runs her fingers on your collarbones, down your naked torso, allowing herself to get to know this new part of your body that she has never been able to see before. You don't object one bit.

Therese feels her fingers tingling as she touches you, the contrast of the warm skin of your collarbones against her fingers, cold from anxiety. When her fingers find the locket necklace you wear around your neck, her fingers follow the string down to your chest, then wander down your belly. You feel all thoughts being torn from your mind by the sensation of Therese touching you.

As your movements intensify on Therese's clit, the brunette's moans intensify in the same way, but still low enough not to be heard by anyone but you.

When you bring your index finger closer to Therese's entrance, you feel her holding her breath and you smile before slipping your finger inside her. The brunette interrupts the kiss and rests her face against yours, sighing heavily and biting her lip to hold back the moans.

The scene as a whole overwhelms your senses, causing your whole body to shiver and the entire room to disappear. She’s the only thing you see.

As soon as you feel Therese getting used to it, you slide another finger inside of her and watch intently as she reacts to you.

Therese presses her eyes shut, gripping your shirt tightly and clenching her jaw, letting the moan die in her throat. Her expression softens, although her hands are still tight on the fabric of your garment, and she opens her eyes, locking them in yours.

The sight of Therese with her pupils so dilated and her lips slightly open, sighing as you touch her is completely intoxicating, you're sure that nothing in the world could ever make you feel the things you're feeling right now. For you, there is only her.

Meanwhile, you watching her made Therese's body feel even hotter. The sensations your touch made her feel were indescribable. But even more indescribable was the effect of your gaze. It was as if you could see way more than her face, as if your eyes could go beyond and see everything she is, everything she wanted to be.

Maybe this is why she avoided looking at you so much when you first met. Because you seem able to know her as she really is, and she never wanted to let anyone do that, least of all you. But now she is more than willing to let you get to know her, so she locks her eyes on yours. For her, there is only you.

You lock your eyes on hers as well and Therese wants to keep holding your gaze, but the burning below her belly is getting more and more intense as she feels her body shaking more and more, completely out of her control.

Then she closes her eyes again, burying her head in your neck, and you wrap your arm around her waist, providing stability as the brunette breaks down in increasingly spasms.

You feel Therese tightening around your fingers, and when she comes undone, the brunette bites your neck, and the sensation makes you groan in both pleasure and pain.

She moves a trembling hand up to your arm, asking you to stop. You smile, seeing Therese's state and do as she asks, missing her warmth against your hand as you pull it out from under her dress.

Therese watches intently as you take your fingers into your mouth, sucking on her juices and sighing at the delicious taste of the woman on your lap. Therese gasps, and as soon as you remove your fingers from your mouth, the brunette advances against you, connecting your lips once again.

She sighs, feeling her own taste in your mouth, and you smile, capturing her lower lip between your teeth and pulling. Therese's breath hitches once again with your action.

She then rests her forehead on yours, wrapping her arms around your neck in a loose embrace, trying to regain the normal rhythm of her breathing. You close your eyes, sighing as you wrap your arms around her waist.

A sense of calm and belonging envelops you both as you stay there in silence, enjoying each other's company, wishing that this moment would never end.

But it’s getting late, and Madame Raquin is calling for Therese, and you must go home and work. And, worst of all, you can't be together.

And as Therese sneaks you back to the door where you came from, the fear of this being your first and last encounter consumes you, until the brunette says softly before closing the door.

"Meet me here tomorrow at the same time." Your worried expression is replaced by one of joy and anticipation, a smile forming on your face as you nod. Therese smiles too, giving you one last quick kiss before closing the door.

As you walk down the stairs, you have never felt lighter. And if someone tells you just now that you can fly, you will believe them.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 5

Therese Raquin x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

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Without any exaggeration, it's as if this Saturday lasts longer than all the other days of the year combined. Well, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration. But that's exactly how it feels, and nothing can change that.

In fact, the more time passes, the more time seems to be left to pass, and you and Therese are on the verge of insanity trying to distract yourselves while the anticipation threatens to consume you little by little.

But then the time comes, and you knock on the wooden door with trembling hands. And Therese opens the door shortly after, each of her features charged with anticipation, and you feel your body shiver, fully aware that the reason is not the cold night air that has just passed you by.

You walk as quietly as possible, because it's late and Madame Raquin is already asleep. When you reach the bedroom, Therese closes the door.

The brunette turns to you and frowns as she sees your grin from ear to ear, an amused smile of her own forming on her lips as she approaches you.

"What is it?" She asks, wrapping her arms loosely around your neck. "I just can't believe this is happening." You admit as you wrap your arms around her waist, your heart beating wildly with happiness and anticipation.

Therese's smile widens, and she brings her face closer to yours, bumping her nose against yours affectionately, but a mischievous smirk takes over her lips. "Let me show you how real this is."

Her words come out in a whisper, coming into your ears and making your whole body shiver. Before you can react, however, Therese closes the distance between you, connecting her lips to yours. You sigh, hugging her closer as the brunette brings her hands to the nape of your neck, caressing your skin with her fingertips.

The kiss is sensual and slow, because there is no hurry this time. All you both want is to make the most of the night you are about to spend together, to make the most of the sensations you are able to provide to each other.

Therese soon runs her fingers down your chest, unbuttoning your shirt, and you remove the garment just as she reaches the last button. You help Therese remove her clothes, and the brunette laughs at your clumsiness in handling a dress. You laugh embarrassed, but as soon as her clothes fall to the floor, Therese kisses you again, and that feeling is completely replaced by the pleasure of having her tongue dancing together with yours.

As soon as Therese removes the crinoline, you pull her close, pressing her body against yours as hard as you can. The brunette smiles as she kisses you again.

You bring your hands to the sides of her neck, your fingers tangling in her long brown hair, now loose. You hold her firmly, kissing her passionately, and Therese feels her head spin. When the brunette's fingers reach down to the waistband of your pants, it is your head that spins.

In one swift motion, Therese unbuttons your pants and lowers the item along with your undergarments, exposing you to her, and you sigh as you feel the touch of her fingers on your bare skin. The brunette smiles against your lips at your reaction.

"Lie down." Therese says breathlessly. You open your eyes, and the sight before you makes you hold your breath. Therese watches you with hungry eyes, pupils so dilated you can barely see the hazel of her eyes, and lips, so swollen, curved into a small smile. She is breathtaking, and all that beauty leaves you mesmerized for a moment. But she watches you with expectant eyes, and soon you wake up from your trance, obeying her afterwards.

As you get into bed, Therese finishes removing her few remaining clothes, and you sigh heavily at the sight of her completely naked before you. You already know every inch of her body, it's true. But not like this, never completely. Because it was too risky, too little time. But now you can, and the sight of Therese completely free of her garments crawling on the bed, standing over you, makes any shred of sanity be wiped out of your mind.

Therese smiles mischievously, as if reading your every thought, and you swallow dryly. The brunette kisses you again, and you hold the sides of her face, caressing her cheeks, and she smiles against your lips.

Without warning, Therese brings a hand up to your intimacy, sliding her fingers through your wet folds, and a low, involuntary moan escapes your mouth.

"You need to be quiet." Therese instructs in a teasing tone, an amused smile on her lips as she notices your breathing becoming more ragged, her fingers still running across your sensitive skin.

You swallow hard, the growing discomfort at the pit of your belly making you unable to answer, and Therese's smile widens. "Will you be quiet?" She asks, her voice low and sensual, and you nod messily.

The brunette leans down, depositing kisses along the side of your face until she reaches your ear. Therese takes your earlobe between her teeth, and you feel your whole body twitch in shivers, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"I want to hear you say it." Therese whispers against your ear and you feel a new wave of shivers consume you. She gets up and looks you in the eye, waiting for your answer. "I will." You say breathlessly and the brunette smiles, intensifying the movements on your center.

As Therese makes firm movements on your clit, you close your eyes, clenching your jaw tightly to hold back the moans. But then she slips a finger inside you, and clenching your jaw is no longer enough. So you pull her by the neck, your lips meeting hers in a sloppy kiss.

You catch her lower lip between your teeth and feel the brunette sigh. Soon, Therese thrusts a second finger in, the movements of her thumb remaining constant against your clit, and you squeeze your eyes shut, concentrating on letting the moan die in your throat. The brunette smiles proudly at the effect she has on you.

It doesn't take long for the burning sensation in the pit of your belly to explode, setting your whole body on fire, and Therese feels you tighten against her fingers.

Soon Therese withdraws her fingers from inside you, and you sigh in relief, knowing that one more thrust and you would surely scream.

The brunette kisses you slowly, smiling against your lips, and you respond to the kiss as best you can, still trying to control your unsteady breathing.

But it doesn't take long for you to recover again, and just as you do, you grab Therese by the wrists, spinning her on the bed and placing yourself above her. The brunette sighs in surprise, but you don't let her react, kissing her intensely afterwards.

You lift your knee, pressing it against Therese's center, and sigh as you feel her wet skin against your leg. The brunette moans softly against your mouth, moving her hips against you to get some friction, and you smirk.

You move your leg away, just to make way for your hand. Your fingers slide easily down Therese's center and the brunette holds your shoulders firmly.

Therese moans softly against your mouth as you massage her clit and your body shudders in response. You kiss Therese slowly, your tongue meeting hers sensually and the brunette feels her whole body shiver. But soon she gently pushes you away.

"I want your tongue inside me." She asks breathlessly and you smile, nodding, not hesitating for a second to obey her. You move your kisses down Therese's neck and chest, and the brunette sighs deeply, slightly arching her back to get as close to you as possible.

You capture her nipple between your lips, sucking on the sensitive skin, and massaging the other breast with your free hand. Therese sighs, low moans escaping her mouth and making your own intimacy pulsate.

"(Y/n)." She scolds impatiently a short time later, pushing your shoulders down, and you smile against her skin. "As you wish, my love." You reply, lowering your lips to where she wants them to be.

As you give Therese's intimacy a long lick, the brunette sighs heavily, taking her hands to your hair and holding it tightly. You let your tongue wander, delighting yourself in Therese's taste and feeling your body shiver with each new moan the brunette tries so desperately to hold back. You stick a finger inside her and Therese arches her back, tightening her grip on your hair.

Therese feels her head spin, the discomfort below her belly increasing considerably as you thrust your finger inside her and your tongue moves deliciously against her clit.

When you stick another finger in, Therese clenches her jaw tightly, struggling to let the moan die in her throat. She feels her body stop obeying her as she arches her back, her eyes rolling back into their sockets.

The brunette holds your hair firmly, placing your head exactly where she wants it to be. Soon after, Therese releases one of her hands only to find yours holding her thigh. The brunette intertwines her fingers with yours and you smile, feeling her begin to tremble under your touch.

Therese then brings your hand to her breast and your smile widens, understanding what she wants. As you squeeze her breast, Therese brings her hand to the mattress, squeezing the sheet tightly as she tries to maintain control over her own body.

It doesn't take long before you feel Therese break down in spasms, her walls tightening against your fingers. But you don't stop until she asks you to stop, so it’s just when she pushes your shoulders away that you lift your face.

You withdraw your fingers from inside her slowly and smile as you watch her shudder. As the brunette tries to regain control of her completely ragged breathing, you climb up to her, bringing your face to the height of hers.

You bring your lips to hers next, and Therese tries to match the kiss, but the effects of your touch are still too overpowering, so she does it in a sloppy way and you giggle.

While Therese is still trying to calm down, you deposit soft kisses on her jaw and the brunette smiles at the caress.

But soon she pulls your face up, connecting your lips once again. This time it's a proper kiss, intense and passionate, and your head spins with the sensation of your tongue meeting hers. You're sure you'll never get used to Therese's effect on you.

You run your hand down the side of her body, and when Therese brings her hand down to your intimacy, you smirk.

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You have no idea when or how you went to sleep last night, but you know that at some point you did, because you wake up intertwined with Therese.

"Good morning to you." The brunette's tender voice, still hoarse from sleep, sounds as soon as she realizes you are awake and you smile. "Good morning to you." You reply sleepily, still with your eyes closed, and the low giggle Therese lets out next makes your heart warm instantly.

You finally gather the strength to open your eyes, and when you do, you regret not doing so sooner. Therese looks at you lovingly, her pupils slightly diminished by the sunlight streaming in through the window. The messy hair and the clear expressions of sleep on her face only complete the piece. She is beautiful. No, she is magnificent, stunning, without a doubt the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. You wouldn't mind looking at her like that forever. You try not to think that this might be the last time.

"What is it?" Therese asks with an amused smile as she notices you watching her so intently. You smile fondly. "I'm just thinking." You reply half airily, still admiring the features of the woman you love so much. Therese's smile widens.

"And what are you thinking about?" She asks, propping herself up on her elbows. With her face now just above yours, you bring your hand to her cheek, caressing it. When Therese leans into your touch, you smile.

"About how much I love you." You admit, and Therese's smile widens even more. "Oh really?" she asks in amusement and you hum in affirmation. "And how much is that?" She asks and you give a husky chuckle. "Quite a lot... Immensely." You admit and Therese feels her stomach turn in the best possible way.

"Good to know, it's quite the same amount that I love you." She says and you smile silly, a smile so happy that not even Therese's leaning in and kissing you softly is able to take it away from your lips. Soon she pulls her face away from yours. "But I love you more." She states and you immediately grimace in disagreement. "You most certainly do not."

"I most certainly do." She replies amused and you shake your head in disagreement. Therese smiles, biting her lower lip. "Let me show you." She says softly, and before you can say anything, she's kissing you again. Her lips meet yours in a slow, intense kiss, making every hair on your body stand on end. When air is needed, you pull away.

"So, I still strongly disagree with you, but I'm not going to object to this." You joke and Therese giggles, rolling her eyes. The brunette is about to retort, but a sound from outside the room captures your attention.

"Therese?" Madame Raquin's voice sounds muffled through the door, but loud enough for you to hear. You and Therese automatically look at each other, eyes wide in terror.

"Shit." You mutter, just as you hear footsteps approaching the door. "Get under the bed." Therese whispers beside you and you turn to look at her, the panic in her expression matching perfectly with the one you are feeling right now. "What?"

"Now!" she says, pushing you lightly and it only takes you grabbing your clothes and getting under the bed for the bedroom door to be opened, revealing Madame Raquin.

"Therese, what are you doing?" The older woman's voice sounds reproachful as you try as hard as you can to remain absolutely silent. "It's late, I need your help in the shop."

"Sorry, Madame, I woke up with a horrible migraine." Therese replies and you smile, surprised at how easily Therese lies. "Oh, dear, I'll make you some tea." Madame Raquin replies, concerned, and when she takes a few steps closer to the bed, your muscles tense up and you hold your breath.

"Therese, your bed is a mess." Madame Raquin observes and you widen your eyes, your heart beating faster. "I didn't sleep properly tonight without Camille here." Therese replies and you smirk, understanding the real meaning of the answer. But Madame Raquin obviously didn't, and so she hums, finding her niece's response lovely.

"I always knew you were meant for each other." The older woman comments, and you can't help but roll your eyes. After asking Therese one more time to hurry up, Madame Raquin leaves the room, and as soon as the door closes, you sigh in relief.

"That was close." You comment with a giggle as you get up from under the bed, trying to relieve the tension that has built up with Madame Raquin's arrival. Therese just chuckles airily in response and the two of you soon get busy getting dressed.

Properly dressed now, you notice Therese still quiet, her gaze lost in the distance, and you frown. "Hey." You call softly and wait for her to raise her eyes to you. "What's wrong?" You ask and she sighs heavily.

"It's just that for a moment I thought..." She pauses, her sad voice further increasing your frown. "I thought all of this was real." She says, gesturing to the space between you both and you feel your chest weighing down.

"But it is real." You reply, but Therese doesn't seem the least bit convinced, so you move closer to her. When you stop in front of her, the brunette keeps her eyes down. You place your finger on her chin, asking her to look at you, and as soon as she does, you smile reassuringly.

"I'm real. You're real. We're real." You say softly, but Therese just looks at you, her eyes shifting between yours. "Here." You take her hand, and Therese watches as you bring it to your chest. "Do you feel it?" You ask and Therese lifts her eyes to yours again, feeling your heart beating under her palm.

"It only beats for you. This is real." You say, your voice laden with sincerity and Therese gasps, her throat beginning to burn slightly as she leans in and connects her lips to yours. The kiss is calm, soft, and you bring your hands to her waist as she brings hers to your neck, stroking your jaw with her thumbs.

When the kiss is over, Therese rests her forehead against yours and you keep your eyes closed, enjoying her closeness. "I just wish I could wake up next to you every day." Therese confesses, her voice shaky, and you pull your face away from hers so you can look at her, your heart breaking inside your chest at the sight of her tear-laden eyes.

"Me too." You reply, trying to keep your voice steady. Therese closes her eyes for a moment, and when her tears finally fall, you feel anger begin to run through your veins. The last thing you want in the whole world is to see Therese sad, yet there is nothing you can do about it.

"But I do, in a way." You say, bringing your hands to the sides of her face, stroking her soft cheeks with your thumbs and wiping away her tears. Therese opens her eyes and looks at you, confused. You smile. "You wake up with me every day. In my mind. And in my heart."

At your explanation, Therese smiles and rests her forehead on yours again. You lift your face just enough to give her a long, tender kiss on the forehead and then return to your original position. With your eyes closed, you don't see how Therese smiles lovingly at your action.

"I love you." She says in a whisper after a while and your heart beats faster. The sentence that makes your insides turn over. The sentence that makes all the happiness, all the butterflies come true. But which also makes true all the weight of guilt and impossibility. But there is no sentence truer than this one, so you smile.

"I love you too."

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It's Monday afternoon, and you would be with Therese right now if she and her aunt hadn't gone out with Suzanne, Madame Raquin's annoying and nosey friend. So Laurent invited you to go with him to meet his buyer. Or rather, his buyer's daughters.

There’s no doubt that Laurent is very talented. However, talent is almost never enough when it comes to art, so it was always necessary to look for other means to sell one's works. Laurent's was charm.

You have lost count of how many times you have seen your brother seducing the daughters of clients in order to convince their fathers to buy his paintings. Not that you can judge him, the roles have been reversed many times. You could say that you were a great team.

But not today. Today, in a nice restaurant, there are you, Laurent, and the two daughters of a man named Pierrat, who you have no idea who he is, but who your brother says is one of the richest people in Paris nowadays. And Laurent is talking to the ladies right now, but all you can do is think of Therese.

Her smile, her face, her hair. Her perfume, and the way she calls your name. Everything about her is impregnated in your mind, consuming your attention entirely and all you can do is stare into the distance, remembering all of her features and smiling sillily.

"Sister?" Laurent calls out to you, placing his hand on your shoulder and you startle, finally taking notice of your surroundings. You look up at him and hum for him to continue. "Why don't we go get these lovely ladies some drinks?" He suggests, tilting his head towards the two young women in front of you at the table and they exchange glances, giggling coyly.

You nod, and when Laurent stands up, you follow him. The two of you then walk to the bar and order four drinks. "You're not being very helpful today." Laurent observes and even though his tone is not reproachful, you smile apologetically. "Sorry brother, it's just that-"

"Therese." He completes with a knowing smile and you feel your heart flutter at just the mention of her name. "She won't leave my mind." You complain, but the smile on your face shows that you're not the least bit unhappy about it.

"I know you're in love, sister, and that's beautiful." Laurent comments and you look away briefly, feeling your cheeks flush. The man chuckles at your shyness. "But this is very important. If I can sell these paintings we'll be able to pay our bills for the next three months."

Laurent speaks kindly, but you notice the concern behind his tone of voice and so you nod. He smiles appreciatively, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Now," he begins with a mischievous smirk and you frown slightly, "Emmanuelle seems to be particularly interested in you."

"Who's Emmanuelle?" You ask, completely oblivious, and Laurent's smirk dies. "The blonde!" He answers and you look at the women at the table again, not even remembering that one of them is blond. "For God's sake, (Y/n), you really weren't paying attention at all." He comments and when you chuckle sheepishly he shakes his head, giggling and nudging you lightly.

When the waiter hands you the four glasses, you and Laurent split up to get them. Your brother takes the lead, a few steps ahead of you, and you take a deep breath as you walk back to the table, determined to try to be the best sister you can.

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Things are going very well. You give Emmanuelle your full attention, even though there's nothing about her that you find interesting.

The blonde puts her hand over yours several times while she's talking and you don't stop her, even though her touch on your skin feels wrong. Feels like it burns, because it's not her hand that is supposed to be there.

At some point you tell one of your stories, about when you and Laurent snuck into an art event and almost got caught by the security guards. The whole time you try to compliment Laurent as much as you can, and your brother smiles and exchanges appreciative glances with you. Emmanuelle listens carefully to your every word, and you try to ignore the fact that she is probably closer than she should be, certainly closer than you would like her to be.

You get to a particularly funny part now and you all laugh. But then you look away briefly to the street and your laughter dies immediately. "Shit." You grumble and stand up suddenly.

Across the street are Therese, Madame Raquin, and Suzanne. The two older ones have not noticed your presence, looking in one of the clothing windows. But Therese saw you, and you know she did because she has a mixture of hurt and anger on her face that is uncharacteristic of her. And when she sees you walking over to where she is, she looks away.

"Good afternoon, ladies." You say, forcing a smile as you see that Therese ignores your presence. The older women turn to you with welcoming smiles and you exchange greetings. "How nice to see you, (Y/n)." Madame Raquin says and you smile, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to lunch with my brother." You say, pointing to the restaurant behind you and the two older women look at the place curiously. Therese risks a glance there as well, but soon looks away. You watch the brunette, trying to get her to look at you as well, and take a deep breath when that doesn't happen.

"So you are in a sort of..." Suzanne begins in a suggestive tone of voice, still looking at the restaurant, and it takes you a few seconds to understand what she is implying. "Oh! No!" You immediately respond, eyes wide. Then you notice out of the corner of your eye Therese shifting her weight between her feet, irritated.

"I'm just helping Laurent with some clients." You explain dismissively and Suzanne nods, not very convinced. You force a smile in an attempt to control yourself from telling the woman to mind her own business.

"Well, we'd better go inside, I want to get home before dark." Madame Raquin says to the other women in the group, signaling to the clothing store, and then turns her attention back to you. You then say goodbye, and when Madame Raquin and Suzanne walk to the store but Therese does not accompany them, you try to hold back a smile.

"Therese, aren't you coming?" The older woman asks with a frown and Therese offers a small dismissive smile. "In a minute, Madame, I have a bit of a headache." At the answer, Madame Raquin frowns even more.

"I'm starting to get worried about your migraines, Therese." The woman comments, but Therese says nothing about it, and soon Madame Raquin and Suzanne disappear into the interior of the store.

"Hi." You say with a silly smile when you and Therese are left alone, but the brunette does not return the smile. "Helping your brother, aren't you? I noticed how helpful you are." She says harshly, crossing her arms.

"That's not what he told me." You respond with a smirk, remembering your brother's words when you were so lost in thought about Therese. The brunette, however, completely misinterprets your statement and huffs impatiently.

"You have a thing for blondes, then? That's nice." Therese comments with irritation and you frown, disbelieving that she could possibly be jealous. Therese, of all people. The one who has your heart and mind only for herself. Unbelievable. So you shake your head frantically. "What? I- no! Of course not-"

"What was that thing you said the day we met?" She wonders, putting her index finger over her mouth in an exaggerated thoughtful expression. "Oh!" she says, pretending to finally remember. "There's something about women that's just too delightful to ignore." She says, quoting with her fingers, and you clench your jaw.

"I think you weren't lying about that." She adds, her voice heavy with irritation and hurt, and you open your mouth to retort, to tell her how wrong she is. But Therese then turns around and walks to the door of the store.

"Therese, wait!" You call out, running after her. She only turns to you when you hold her arm, her jaw visibly clenched in irritation. You then let go, and look at her with pleading eyes. "I love you. It's not what you're thinking."

Your voice is laden with honesty, but Therese looks away from you once again, blinking to push away the tears that have begun to form in her eyes, and you feel your heart heavy inside your chest. You want to come close to her and take her in your arms, show her all the love you have for her. But you can't, and then your heart weighs even more.

"Bye, (Y/n)." She says merely and then walks into the store, disappearing from your sight. You breathe a heavy sigh, closing your eyes.

You then go back into the restaurant and sit down at the table next to Laurent and the two ladies. But you can't pay attention to anything anymore.

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Eagerly counting down the hours to the next day's afternoon, you barely pay attention to anything else. And when the time arrives, you immediately head for Therese's house.

You make your way nervously down the alley, but seeing Therese waiting for you at the second-floor window takes the weight off your shoulders. However, the memories of yesterday afternoon don't allow you to relax.

You go up the stairs and Therese opens the door for you. You get ready to greet her, but seeing her eyes so puffy from crying, filled with tears, makes you unable to speak.

Not that you have to, because Therese holds your hand and guides you to her bedroom. You follow her with heavy steps, the weight of guilt hindering your walk.

As you enter the room, Therese lets go of your hand to close the door, and you shift your weight between your feet, massaging your knuckles nervously. When the brunette finally turns to face you, you take a step forward. "Look, about what happened yesterday, I-"

"We're leaving." Therese interrupts you, her voice shaky, and you stop, completely frozen in place. "What?" you ask frowning, the question coming out as an incredulous whisper.

"We're leaving. Back inland. Camille told me last night." Therese explains, her voice breaking even though she's evidently trying not to let it happen. Your breathing gets ragged, your heart beating heavily in your ears. Therese hugs herself, sniffling. "When?"

"Sunday." Six days. That's too little time. Too. Little. Time.

You clench your jaw. Therese locks her eyes on yours and you hold her gaze, unable to do anything else. But then she begins to cry again, walking at a fast pace toward you.

She wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tight, and you don't take a moment to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing her just as tightly. Her tears soaking your blouse cause your own tears to roll.

"I don't want to go." She says after a while, her voice shaky as her body shakes with her sobs, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your jaw so clenched that it would be no surprise if your teeth broke at any moment.

You deposit a soft kiss on the side of Therese's head, the smell of her perfume invading your senses, and her hold around your neck intensifies. Suddenly it becomes difficult to breathe. Therese was leaving and you would never see her again. You couldn't let this happen. You can't.

"Let's run away." You say, and Therese tenses up. She releases the embrace, pulling away from you just enough to look at your face. "What?" she asks, frowning, and you nod frantically, your heart beating fast in your chest and your thoughts traveling a thousand miles an hour.

"Let's run away. You and me." You repeat, and Therese shifts her gaze between your eyes, as if looking for some sign that you're joking. But you don't flinch. "Where to?" She asks, her frown as heavy as ever. "Anywhere." You reply, and Therese lets out a dry chuckle. "You can't be serious."

"I am though." You answer without hesitation and Therese watches you curiously. You take a deep breath. "I thought my heart was attached to you, but my whole body is. I love you, desperately, completely. And if I'm ever separated from you I know I'll collapse and I can't have that." You confess and Therese sighs, her lips ajar as her gaze travels across your face. "And if your eyes are true, I know you feel the same."

"I do." She answers immediately, and you smile. "Then run away with me." You invite once more, and Therese looks away from you, taking on a thoughtful expression for a while. But then she looks at you again. "But how are we going to do that? What if we get caught?" she asks, unsure, and you just shake your head in denial. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." She answers promptly, without a hint of hesitation in her voice, and you smile. "Then listen to me." You say, bringing your hands to her face, stroking her cheekbones with your thumbs, and Therese keeps her eyes fixed on yours. "We'll make it." You assure her and move closer, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Therese melts under your touch, bringing her hands to the sides of your body.

"I have a plan. But I have to go now." You say pulling away from her and Therese nods, but you notice that her gaze is still charged with uncertainty, and then you have an idea. "Here, take this." You say and Therese watches you remove your locket from around your neck. When you offer it to her, she looks at you in confusion. "As a guarantee of my promise."

With your response, Therese takes the locket and advances against you again, kissing you once more. The kiss is intense and desperate, just as are the emotions you both carry inside your chests. When the kiss ends, Therese rests her forehead against yours.

"Come back to me." She asks, pleads, and you smile. "I will." You promise, and Therese gives you a brief kiss in response. You then pull away from each other and you walk to the door. Before you leave, however, you turn to her again.

"Meet me at the back door Saturday night at midnight." You say, and Therese nods without hesitation. You take a deep breath, casting her a warm smile. "We'll make it." You state and Therese forces a smile, deciding to believe you.

"I love you." She says, her chin beginning to tremble with the tears she is trying so hard to hold back and you feel your heart heavy. You walk over to her once more, holding her face in your hands and kissing her again. "I love you too."

After the goodbye you leave, your head spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts. Every little cog in your mind working with only one goal: to think of a way to escape with Therese.

You say goodbye to Therese and head for the main street, taking the first carriage that appears. You go straight home, your heart pounding heavily in your ears.

And as soon as you get there, you write.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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