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wndaswife · 1 year

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🥺 please make a drabble 🥺 about Therese 🥺 Raquin x reader 🥺 where Therese is jealous 🥺on the girls that keeps flirting Reader to haberdashery 🥺 and tries to be dominant in bed when she's nothing but a bottom cockwhore lady 🥺🥺🥺

thérèse raquin & gn!reader

tags: smut, fluff, jealousy, possessiveness, degradation, praise, reader has a penis, sub!thérèse raquin, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

summary: Thérèse is a wild card by nature, but there are some things about her that just can't be changed.

Thérèse peeks over her armful of green satin fabric rolls as she steps down from the staircase, observing the conversation between you and the small flock of girls gathered in front of the counter. She represses a roll of her eyes as she listens to them giggle behind their hands and exchange whispers about you though they’re standing right in front of you.

She wonders if they sincerely intend for their incessant pestering to be charming.

“My mother always told me to bed a tailor,” one of the girls giggle out.

You straighten the sleeve of the silk robe on the table, making quick work of stitching up the loose threads of the hemming.

“Is that so?” you ask, sounding at least partially-interested.

As Thérèse climbs onto a stepstool and slides the rolls of fabric into the wooden shelf behind you, she listens to the conversation with her back turned.

The girl hums in affirmation.

“Nimble fingers,” she elaborates.

Heat rises up Thérèse’s neck to her cheeks and she feels hot fury bubbling up in her. She turns her head and looks down at the group of girls in front of the shop’s counter. She comes down from the stepstool and looks over your shoulder to see you finishing up the customer’s sleeve.

Quickly, Thérèse lays out a paper wrap. She pushes your hands out of the way. She closes up the stitching before cutting the thread and putting the needle and thread to the side.

“Y/N can do the work on their own, miss,” a girl protests.

Thérèse looks up from the dress and glares at her. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” she says. “Either way, I wouldn’t want to strain my partner’s pretty fingers.”

Both you and Thérèse weren’t overt with your relationship, thus the usage of ‘partner’ was ambiguous and applied to professional partnerships while still certainly implying romance, if not a relationship that was at the very least explicitly carnal with the way her eyes darted over to you.

She folds the dress up carefully then tucks it away in the paper wrap. She tapes it closed then ties it all together with twine. With her eyes still flickering over the girls, each one looking contrite as they lost the opportunity to have you serve them instead of her, Thérèse slides over the packaged dress.

She reminds, “Formal clothing is meant to be dropped off in the afternoon and picked up at a later time.”

When the girls exchange a look, Thérèse speaks up again. “It’s policy,” she adds sternly. “To be fair to our other customers.” She slides the dress further up the counter and one of the girls finally takes it.

“Good day,” Thérèse dismisses contemptuously.

You’re taking your rings off in front of the vanity mirror when Thérèse steps into the bedroom and closes the door behind her. “Is the shop locked up?” you ask. You look back at her through the mirror and smile at her as she meets your eyes and begins unbuttoning her dress.

She nods in response then hangs up her crinoline on the hook beside the vanity. Then she steps beside you and leans down to kiss your neck.

Before you can even begin to take pleasure in her soft kisses, Thérèse whispers, “I did not enjoy seeing you fraternise with our guests earlier, Y/N.”

You turn your head to look at her and she straightens to look down at you.

“What are you on about?” you inquire and your eyebrows push together.

“I’d bet you stiffened at the sight of them,” she says. She leans down and cups your sex. “Show me how you did.” Her hand tightens around you, fingers pressing through the fabric of your undergarments.

“Thérèse, what has gotten into you?”

She takes your chin in her hand and angles your face up to her.

“Show me,” she insists. “Or it is only other girls that get you stimulated?” Thérèse lifts you from the seat and moves you towards the bed. She sits you down and begins stripping her final layer of clothing until she’s bare whilst you do the same.

You move backwards on the bed, trying to repress your amused grin as Thérèse climbs onto your lap and takes your cock into her hand. Her tongue peeks out from her mouth as she runs its tip across her upper lip at the feeling of how hard you are.

Thérèse moves onto her knees and lowers herself carefully. Your hands wrap around her waist then rub up and down her back, feeling the gentle slope of her spine with your fingertips. She lowers herself until she can run the tip of your cock through her folds. She shudders and her resolve begins to fracture.

Her fingers squeeze around you gently and her hand pumps you shakily as her hips begin to roll forward, craving more friction. You feel her push you upwards through her folds until she nudges you against the hood of her clit. Her eyes shut and she leans against you, her breasts pressed up against your chest with her cheek against yours.

When she dips you in and out of her opening, finally eliciting trembling whimpers from her, she moves her hips down to lower herself onto your dick.

You wrap your hands around her waist and push her back up. She attempts to conceal her disappointment at your action but a frustrated exhale through her nose slips out anyways. She reaches to her side and takes hold of your hand to try and swat it away, but you tighten your grip around her waist and Thérèse lifts her head to look at you.

“Beg,” you say simply.

“No,” she answers, shooting you a defiant look. “Just let me—”

You keep her body held upwards, her cunt just inches away from the tip of your cock. “I’m going to bed if you don’t beg,” you tell her.

Her gaze darts up at you, searching your eyes for any sort of hint that you were teasing her. Unfortunately for her, she finds nothing but sincerity. Her lips twitch and she nearly scowls before she comes to her senses and realises that she has a lesser chance of receiving your mercy if she gave you attitude.

With an inquisitive tip of your head, you prompt her further.

“F-Fine,” she forces out. “Fine. P… Please fuck me. Please. I want your cock.”

“I can’t understand you when you mutter, Thérèse.”

“I said, please fuck my pussy,” she begs. “I’m begging. Please, Y/N.”

In the silent stare exchanged between the two of you, Thérèse admits to being nothing but your pathetic pet, a desperate whore ready to take your cock whenever you should feel like fucking her. And in the way you bend her over with her face pressed against the pillow while she drools and moans out like a braindead slut, you reassure her that you could want no other but her.

You have her say she belongs to you and that her cunt is yours, how wet her pussy gets just thinking of taking your dick into her holes, of having your head between her thighs while you eat her out. You tell her how pretty she looks, how proud you are to own her, and most importantly, how no other could ever take her place as your special girl.

She falls asleep in your arms reassured and confident in the reciprocity of her love for you. Thérèse dozes off with a small smile on her lips for she knows that no one on Earth, let alone in all of France, could ever have you the way she does. You are Thérèse’s as much as she is yours, and that brings her a great amount of pride.

#thérése raquin #thérése raquin smut #thérése raquin x reader #thérése raquin fanfiction #in secret fanfiction #elizabeth olsen #in secret

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seriouslycromulent · 6 years

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OK. I originally started this post a week and a half ago. But between 2 trips out of town and the Hell in a Cell PPV, I’m only now getting around to finishing it. So I apologize if it sounds dated or odd. But I did want to share what I learned and experienced at HVFF, especially since it was so close to home.

Anywho … here we go:

I wasn’t planning on going to the Heroes and Villains Fan Fest in New Jersey, but lo and behold, on the Saturday night before, I realized I just might be able to go and spend a couple of hours fawning over some fandom favorites. Especially since they were so close to home (I live in Newark), and the last time Matt Ryan was supposed to come to HVFF, he cancelled at the last minute.

I can now officially forgive him. He didn’t know we were fighting, but I forgive him nonetheless. ;-)

Anyway, since I could only go on Sunday, I had a very specific agenda:

Enjoy Q&A with Ray Fisher

Meet Matt Ryan and get him to sign my Dangerous Habits graphic novel

Meet Ray Fisher and just bask in his awesomeness! (J/k I got his autograph too!)

Walk around and check out the vendors and artists at the show

Buy nerdy things for a reasonable price

Well, this post is only going to be about item #2 because for the brief time that I got to chat with Matt Ryan, I learned some interesting things about him and what may be on the horizon for his Constantine on the CW.

I’ll try to be quick. Well, I’ll try to try.

Matt Ryan is very chill and took his time talking to people for as long as they wanted while the rest of us waited in line. Some people were aware that others were just as excited as they were to talk to Matt, but a few took a really long time to chat with him. And at no point did I see Matt look bothered, frustrated or tired. He seemed very engaging and interested in everything everyone had to say to him. It could be an act, but even if it is, it’s still a nice thing to do.

He wore all black, but none of the different shades of black matched, which I kind of liked because that’s just something that Constantine wouldn’t care about either. Just add a leather jacket and you would get Mucous Membrane vibes.

I was surprised by the number of people in line who weren’t talking to each other. Sure, friends who walked up together talked to each other, but I’m used to fans who are willing to stand in line and meet one of their fandom favs just striking up a conversation with one another to pass the time. In Matt’s line, not so much. Or maybe it was just me. It didn’t look like anyone wanted to talk to anyone they didn’t already know.

Matt had a lot of headshots and images to choose from if people wanted an autograph, including some from the NBC series. I really wanted the one with the 4 main cast members (Manny, Zed, John, and Chas), but I had to stay focused.

When I finally got in front of Matt, I fell into this weird thing where I suddenly decide I’m going to overcompensate for my nerves by talking way too much and too fast. But I didn’t want to take up too much of his time and knew others were waiting so I forgave myself for being so effusive. I hope he picked up on my nervous vibes and didn’t hold it against me.

I told him that he was the representation of 2 worlds colliding because I’m a huge Hellblazer fan and a theater geek. And as a matter of fact, when I moved to the East Coast 3 years ago, his play, Therese Raquin, was the first Broadway play I had ever attended. He laughed at that and apologized. He said that that’s a rough one for a first-time Broadway experience. I said it was OK, and I enjoyed it.

I told him as a matter of fact, I was a part of the preview audience that he talked about in an interview that was deathly quiet after the play ended. I said I remember feeling like, “Oh shit! Was that it? Should we not have laughed at the things we laughed at throughout the play?” For those who don’t know, Emile Zola has a sense of humor, but the play is dark, and it involves a murder and 2 suicides. The lighter moments are needed to release some of the tension in the play, but that performance did not get a typical audience reaction to the end, I’m guessing.

Then, Matt launches into the story about how it’s interesting to learn what American theater audiences laugh at compared to British audiences. He had previously performed on Broadway in Hamlet a few years earlier, but it had transferred from the UK, and there weren’t any previews, just regular performances. He said there were times when the American audiences were rowdier or laughed at dialogue or scenes where British audiences didn’t. I recall a few other actors mentioning this before in interviews, but it was always in reference to movies or TV shows. So I thought it was interesting to hear that these differences also show up in the theater, especially since you get the benefit of having that immediate reaction on stage. Also, I think he may have just had some rowdy audiences for Hamlet.

I couldn’t tell if Matt liked or hated the differences in audience reactions, but I could tell he did find it strange and interesting.

He also told me about the differences in the previews process for theater in the UK is different. Now, I studied theater in London (academically), but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to learn more about it from an actual actor, so I listened intently to his details. Apparently, in the UK, previews are for a very few performances, then the show is set and runs for X number of weeks. On Broadway (but perhaps not everywhere in the US), the previews can last up to 3 weeks, depending on the producer and theater company. I told him that I think the Off-Broadway theater productions may operate more like the UK theater industry. And the multiple weeks of previews seems more like a commercial Broadway thing, but I couldn’t be sure.

Then, I mentioned that I actually studied theater in London, but I immediately regretted it. Not because I’m ashamed or anything, but because I think he thought I was trying to impress him. So it just made me feel and look foolish. So I quickly moved on.

I told Matt that I really loved the NBC series, and I was devastated when it was cancelled because Hellblazer is my favorite comic book, and I thought for network television, NBC did a good job capturing the spirit and tone of the early John Constantine from Vertigo. To this, Matt frowned a little and said he understood, and that he’s happy to get a chance to play the character again. He knows it’s not quite the same on Legends as it was on the other series, but the role is such a pleasure to play.

Now this is the part that really stuck with me: Matt said he’s trying to work in a little more darkness to the character to make him more like the John from the comic books. It’s a bit difficult because the tone of Legends is very different, but he is working on it.

He also said that the hope is that if the season goes well, and fans really respond to Constantine, the CW hopes to relaunch the solo show on the CW network. That way, John can be more like the Constantine from the comics.

To this, I was beyond ecstatic because I wasn’t sure if I could make myself watch Legends of Tomorrow just for Matt. The show is just a little too “high” for me. That is, it feels like all the other Berlanti-verse shows, where it has this very light, every show has a message, after-school special feel to them. I wouldn’t say “camp” but it treads a bit close to it at times, and I like my comic book TV shows with a little more grit to them. I am a DC comics fan after all.

To that end, Matt quickly signed my copy of Dangerous Habits graphic novel. When I first set it down in front of him after walking over, he said, “Ah, my favorite one!” And I said “I know. Mine too.” I also let him know I wished his LoT Constantine could be darker, but I understood why he wasn’t.

While he was signing, I noticed he had a tattoo on the inside of his left arm, near the elbow joint. So I asked him what it said. He quoted the Polonius line from Hamlet: “This above all: To thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

It caught me off guard at first because I wasn’t expecting him to say all that. The tattoo is long, but I didn’t think it had that much text. Apparently it does. But when I said, “Excuse me” and leaned in because I didn’t catch all he said, he repeated it and explained where it was from. Of course, I recognized where it was from after I caught all of what he said. but I’m sure in his mind, I lost all credibility when I said I studied theater in London. sadly, the noise of the convention hall combined with years of headphones blasting music is starting to take their toll on my hearing. But it’s still a cool tattoo.

Btw, if you have trouble reading his autograph above, it says: “Candy, Lovely talking to you, Big Love”

OK. That’s it for now.

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Desperate Woman (Kinktober)

Therese Raquin x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (T recieving) Fingering (T recieving)

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125

18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Therese had hated what her life had become since she was forced the marry Camille at the order of Madam Raquin. Her days working at the shop or looking after a sick Camille all melded into one nightmare. A nightmare that was never ending, so she soon started to seek refuge at a local pub. Especially as she saw a woman stood behind the bar serving drinks whilst she wore trousers and a shirt.

While a lot of women would frown upon her choice of clothing, Therese found herself admiring the woman. Soon remaining at the bar as she remained serving drinks as the weeks went on. Although, the interactions seemed to be one sided but unbeknownst to Therese, she had always had Y/N's attention.

As the weeks went on, Therese couldn't help herself as she approached the bar, waiting on Y/N to turn around and face her. The bar was just closing as the drunk patreons had filtered from the bar.

"Do you need an escort home ma'am?" Y/N asked as she wiped down the oak surface as Therese shook her head no, her lip between her teeth as she started to unbutton her gown.

"I do need your assistance in another way my dear." Therese spoke seductively as Y/N watched her every move. Soon moving to lock the door as to stop any late night wanderers as Therese stripped to her undergarments. "I have had these sinful thoughts for weeks and I can't seem to help myself."

"Madam." Y/N's eyes trailed down the woman's form as she started to shed her undergarments.

"I have tried to imagine your fingers or tongue doing sinful but incredible things." She husked out as she soon stood bare before Y/N in the dimly lit pub. "I have wanted you since the moment I stepped foot inside this pub." She stepped closer as Y/N's eyes trailed over her perky breasts and a perfect shaved pussy. Therese grabbed her hand and held it against one of her breasts, Y/N squeezed it as if on autopilot which caused the two to sigh. The act alone sent Y/N feral as she lunged forwards and kissed the desperate woman hard.

Soon pushing her back against the wall as Y/N's hands wandered, getting to know the map of the ethereal woman's form before her as she kissed her with heated desire. Her dominant hand reached down between the apex of her thighs, the two gasped at the feeling as Y/N ran her fingers through her wet folds. Therese held onto Y/N's shoulders to stablise herself as she squeezed her eyes closed. Her lips becoming unresponsive as Y/N soon moved her kisses to the woman's neck.

Once Y/N had penetrated her with two fingers, Therese moaned wantonly as Y/N manouvered her thigh to wrap around her waist. Giving her the ability to go deeper as she curled her fingers against her g spot. Therese gasped as she felt the immense pleasure as Y/N moved her lips to her collarbone. Biting and sucking on the flesh as Therese was close to the edge.

"I'm going to." She breathed out as Y/N moved her lips back up to Therese's. Sighing as she felt her clench around her digits before she came with a scream of her name. Before Therese could think otherwise, Y/N sunk down onto her knees so she was level with Therese's intimacy, keeping eye contact as she lifted her leg over her shoulder before sge grazed her clit with her teeth before sinking her fingers back inside her puffy, dripping cunt.

"So sexy." Y/N mumbled into her, sending a wave of vibrations through her as she sucked on the woman's clit. Therese scratched Y/N's scalp as she pushed the woman's face impossibly closer to her. Wanting to feel more than she was feeling in that moment. She jumped slightly when she felt Y/N's tongue replace her fingers, exploring inside her as she soon become accustomed to the feeling.

"Oh my." Therese gasped as she felt herself getting embarrassingly closer once more before she soon came over Y/N's tongue. Y/N lapped up every last drop like it was her last meal before she kissed up the woman's body in hopes of calming her down from her high. As soon as she was back on her feet, Therese pulled her in for a sloppy kiss before resting her forehead against the other. "I will be back for more." She whispered breathlessly as Y/N just nodded with a chuckle before she helped Therese get dressed once more before offering to walk her home in the early hours of the morning.

#therese raquin x gn reader #need more therese raquin fics #therese raquin x reader #therese raquin #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen smut #in secret fan fic #in secret

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gingiesworld · 8 months

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Sun Down

Therese Raquin x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Death.

18+ MINORS DNI

Therese and Y/N had been sweethearts from such a young age. The two shared their first kisses underneath the old oak tree that stood tall in the park. Even as teens, Therese snuck around with them, even on the nights they would sneak in through her bedroom window.

Although Madam Raquin knew about her niece's relationship with the farmer's child, she had deemed that they were beneath them and tried as hard as she may to stop their midnight trists, she always failed.

"I want to run away." Therese whispered as she was sat between Y/N's legs, her back leaning against theirs as they had their arms wrapped around her protectively. "Would you run away with me?"

"I will follow you anywhere my love." They told her confidently. "You are the star that I will follow into the darkness."

"I love you so much." She whispered as she kissed their lips.

"I love you so much more." They replied between kisses. "So when shall we run together?"

"What about your family?" She questioned as they smiled at her, cupping her cheeks as they took in every tiny detail of the baeuty before them.

"They will be fine." They whispered. "Besides, mother is a sucker for these type of romantic anecdotes. That's why she has her nose stook inside the works of Shakespeare."

"Friday at sun down." She whispered. "We shall meet here." She moved the straddle their lap, her skirt riding up slightly as Y/N held her hands in their own, pressing a kiss to each knuckle.

"I will be sure to bring some fruits from the farm." They told her with a smile before she kissed them with urgency, like she was afraid it will be their last moment together.

The two tried to meet every evening before the day they had set to leave. Therese had packed a small bag, just with the essentials and small trinkets that were dear to her. Although the evening before the two had set to runaway, Madame Raquin stormed inside of her room.

"You will not leave this room until I deem fit." She boomed as Therese just stared at her. Her heart beating loudly within her ears at the anger and despair resinating from within. Madame Raquin left abruptly as Y/N had waited at their usual spot, waiting for their beloved Therese to arrive.

That was until they had spotted a figure approaching them in the field. Soon realising that it wasn't the love they had waited upon. It was indeed the darkness wading in on the shore.

"Where's Therese?" They questioned as Madame Raquin stood tall with her hands clasped before her.

"She will not be coming here." She told them sternly. "She has duties and is set to be wed within the half year."

"What?" They questioned in shock.

"She is set to wed dear Camille." She stated. "He is in need of a wife and a woman to look after him as I am getting old."

"She has a choice." Y/N stated.

"My dear Camille can give her more than a farm hand such as yourself." She told them.

"I will come for her Madame." They told her. "I will come for her and set her free."

"Why?" She questioned with a raised brow.

"Because I am in love with her. I have since the moment I gazed upon her." They proclaimed as she just laugh, her hands already clasping the concealed silver dagger she had held.

"Very well." She stated as she approached them. Before they knew what was happening, she plunged the dagger in their chest as they looked at her with eyes of betrayal. "Neither you nor her will ever meet again."

Once she removed the dagger, she smiled as they fell to the ground, gasping and holding on for dear life. She knelt down as she wiped the blade of her dagger on their shirt before speaking once more.

"You were nothing more than an obsticle to overcome." She smirked as Y/N gazed at her with pleading eyes. "Goodbye Y/N." She soon walked away from their dying form.

The next day, word had gotten around about the Y/L/N kid who was brutally murdered. The moment Therese had heard, she ran straight to their spot. As she saw some blood on the grass, she gasped as she covered her mouth. Tears spilling from her eyes as she fell to her knees. The one she had loved with all of her being was now gone. The dreams for the future that the two had shared, dust in the wind.

But the one thing that remained the moment she had found out her father had also perished on the battlefield. The love she felt so intensely the moment she had tied the rope to the rafters in her bedroom. Tying to noose around her neck as she stood on a wobbly stool. Closing her eyes as she pictured her love. Seeing Y/N's smiling face in her mind as she took a deep breath before kicking the stool from beneath her. Feeling the rope chafe as she swung before a snap sound within the room. The sound of her neck breaking as she swung, embracing death's cold arms as she joined her love in the afterlife.

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wndaswife · 1 year

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Is 🥺 there 🥺 a chance 🥺 that 🥺 you 🥺 will 🥺 write 🥺 another 🥺 Therese🥺 Raquin 🥺 x 🥺 Reader 🥺 again? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

there is a chance 🤭 that i will write another 🤭 thérèse & reader fic 🤭🤭🤭 i have a few fics coming out next week so i am kiiiinda busy writing some things at the moment but yes i love writing for her and i will make another one as soon as i can!!!

my tail starts wagging whenever anyone mentions a thérèse fic

#rae responds #anon

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abimess · 3 years

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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!

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

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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.

-----

"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.

-----

"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.

-----

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.

-----

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.

-----

"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.

-----

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

Part 5

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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!)

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

All parts | Part 2

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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

Part 4

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abimess · 3 years

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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!)

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

All parts | Part 4

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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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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 2

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. [2.805 || 5.161]

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

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Madame Raquin has invited Laurent to do the portrait of Camille today, and the man invites you to go with him.

Under the pretext of keeping your brother company, you accept. But the truth is that your only intention was to see Therese.

It's been days since you last saw her on domino night and only the memories of the young woman were no longer enough for you.

Even though you wrote so many poems about her, you couldn't eternalize her in your memory, so you needed to see her again. Every tiny part of your body was craving for Therese's presence, so who are you to deny such a genuine desire?

You take the time on your way to the Raquin residence to observe the streets of Paris and the people passing through them. Since you met her, all you can write about is Therese. But you cannot publish your poems about her. It was possible that your identity would be revealed and if any of the Raquins read your verses, you would be doomed. So you would have to wait at least a little longer if you wanted to publish them.

But to be honest, you didn't know if you really wanted to. Publishing your poems about Therese would mean sharing her with the world and you wanted her only for yourself. So keeping your poems seemed like a more appealing idea.

So you needed to acquire new inspiration for your poems or you wouldn't be able to pay your bills at the end of the month.

But all your observation was in vain, for as soon as you set foot inside the Raquins’ shop, the sight of Therese made all other thoughts disappear from your head, taking your mind all to herself. To what you were not at all opposed to.

As on other days, Therese's eyes seem determined to avoid you at all costs, and you smile discreetly at the brunette's behavior.

You greet Madame Raquin, who hugs you warmly, and give a simple hug to Camille, whose attention is much more directed to Laurent. You control a giggle at the blond's exuberant clothes and overdone hair.

Then you make your way over to Therese and offer your hand in front of her for her to take. The young woman looks at you with an uncertain expression and you smile warmly. "Good afternoon, Miss Raquin."

"Good afternoon, Miss (Y/l/n)." Therese replies, holding your hand. It’s brief, and soon she removes her hand from yours. But the feel of your warm skin still tingles her own, sending shivers throughout Therese's entire body. As if your touch was some sort of infesting disease that’s about to consume her. Curiously, she wanted more.

While Laurent carries the easel, you carry the bags of paint and the two of you proceed to the place indicated by Madame Raquin. While Laurent prepares everything to begin painting, Camille positions the chair and Therese stays as far away from you as possible.

For a while, Laurent assumes that concentrated frown you are so used to. Camille remains still, occasionally exchanging a few words with your brother and your eyes constantly search for Therese, for whom all the other details of the room seem to be more interesting than you.

Not after long, Madame Raquin seems restless and starts asking Laurent about how long it will take for the portrait to be ready, drawing brief laughter from both you and your brother. “It's a painting, Madame, not a roast.” Laurent comments and you smile, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Great art takes time, mother." Camille remarks and Madame Raquin giggles politely, approaching the painting canvas. "Just one small peek." The older woman says, trying to see what Laurent is painting and the man stops her, placing the brush in front of her. "Can't be done."

The woman insists and Laurent smiles, but you notice in your brother's face traces of irritation, so you clear your throat. "Perhaps we should leave the men to work and have some tea?" You suggest in a friendly tone and Madame Raquin turns her attention to you. She smiles, agreeing cheerfully, and heads out of the room, calling Therese to come with her. Before you leave, you take one last look at Laurent, who gives you a grateful smile.

With one discreet nod to your brother, you follow the two women and try to keep a polite distance from Therese, even though your whole body is begging you to touch her.

While you and Madame Raquin sit at the dinner table, Therese prepares the tea, and you have to police yourself not to look at her the entire time. "Tell me, (Y/n), how are your poems going?" The older woman asks and you smile politely as you accept the tea Therese offers you, purposefully brushing your fingers into hers.

Therese gasps softly at the unexpected touch and holds the teapot more firmly than necessary. She then sits down in the chair as far away from you as possible. Your touch has an overwhelming effect on her, and the more she could avoid that strange feeling, the better.

"Well, Madame, I haven't been writing much recently." You explain and the woman makes an almost inaudible 'oh' and you shrug. "Lack of inspiration, I suppose."

"How long do you think Laurent will take?" The older woman asks uneasily and you laugh politely.

"I can't say for sure, Madame, but a painting like that takes a long time. And I must say that my brother is quite the perfectionist." You comment and the woman seems disappointed by your answer, but soon looks at you again with curiosity.

"It must be easier for you, isn't it, (Y/n)?" She asks and you frown in confusion as you bring your cup of tea to your mouth. "I beg your pardon."

"Well, Laurent has to stand there for hours in the same position watching the model. With poems that is not necessary." She comments and you laugh politely, placing the cup on the table. Therese watches you run your hands through your hair and feels a peculiar discomfort below her belly, averting her eyes soon after.

"My brother and I eternalize moments, Madame." You comment, nodding slowly. "The difference is that Laurent does it with a brush and I do it with a pen. Just like a painting, a poem to be written requires a lot of observation." You explain, sitting more comfortably in your chair and risking a glance at Therese in the process. The brunette, who was watching you intently, looks away immediately.

"You need to watch a moment carefully to portray it, contemplate an environment to be able to describe it, and if you want to express all the details of a person you need to admire them... very closely." With your last words, Therese's breath hitches.

She doesn't understand the effect you have on her. It’s an unfamiliar sensation that makes her whole body warm and shiver. And she hates it. She straightens in her chair, trying to disguise her reaction, but from the way your eyes meet hers, she knows you've noticed.

"That's a very passionate way to describe poetry, (Y/n)." Madame Raquin comments with a smile on her face, completely oblivious to the moment you and Therese have just shared.

"Well, I need to get back to the shop." The older woman announces, standing up and you stand up as well in a polite greeting. The woman smiles, and turns her attention back to Therese.

"Keep Miss (Y/l/n) company, will you, Therese?" The woman instructs and the brunette nods in agreement, not very fond of the idea.

With one last smile directed at you, Madame Raquin leaves, heading down the stairs. Being alone for the first time awakens an almost unbearable tension between you and Therese. The young woman removes the things from the table as quickly as she can and goes into the kitchen.

You watch her intently, not needing to disguise your gaze wandering all over the figure of the woman before you. You lean against the table, your hands resting on it beside your body. Therese is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, even in hiding. You wonder how beautiful she can be when her true self is revealed.

"You said you haven't been writing recently." The woman's voice catches you off guard. The last thing you expected from her is that she would talk to you. "I beg your pardon." You say, not quite understanding what the brunette is talking about.

Therese walks out of the kitchen and back into the living room, but she still keeps her distance and still avoids your gaze. "You said you haven't been writing recently, but your hands are dirty with ink." She remarks and a small smile appears in the corner of your face. She has not only been paying attention to your words, she has been paying attention to you.

"Unbutton your blouse." Your words are low, and so unexpected that Therese looks at you immediately. Your expression is serious, inscrutable, but your gaze scans her in such an intense way that Therese feels her whole body tremble. But she doesn't let it show.

"We don't have time." She says, disguising very well how her heart is beating faster in her chest. But you just stare at her, a mixture of desire and defiance on your face that sends all the common sense Therese has away.

As the brunette begins to unbutton her blouse, you advance toward her. As soon as you stop in front of her, Therese feels her mind stop as well. But when you place your hands on her waist and connect your lips to hers, it's as if her mind spins with a whirlwind of sensations all at once.

She sighs against your mouth, corresponding to the kiss, and her whole body tenses up. You move your hands to Therese's blouse, exposing her breasts, and the brunette gasps. You take the moment to slide your tongue against hers and Therese moans softly against the new touch, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You move your kisses down Therese's neck to her breast, and she holds your hair tightly. As soon as your lips meet the soft skin of her breasts, Therese moans softly, and you realize that she has never been touched before. You lift your face to look at her, and when Therese moves in and kisses you again, you don't object.

You move your hands down to her ass and squeeze, pressing her even harder against your body and Therese sighs, gripping the collar of your shirt tightly.

"What do you want me to do?" You ask breathlessly and Therese watches you with a frown and dilated pupils. "What?" She asks and you smirk. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Therese's mouth goes dry at your question. She has no idea what she wants you to do with her. But at the same time her head spins with all the possibilities of what you could do to her. She can’t choose. But one answer is certain.

"I want you to touch me." The words come out as a pleading whisper from her swollen lips and you don't need her to say it twice. With a smirk, you kiss her again.

Holding her waist tightly, you twist with her and walk a few steps, making her lean against the table. With a firm grip, you place her on the table and Therese gasps in surprise.

You kiss her intensely and Therese holds your neck tightly, drawing you as close to her as she can. You slide your hand down to the bottom of her dress and pull the cloth up, caressing the inside of Therese's thigh beneath the fabrics.

The brunette moans softly at your gentle touch, her skin burning everywhere you touch her, and she begins to unbutton your shirt with difficulty because of her trembling fingers.

When you touch her core over her panties, you sigh as you feel her soaking wet and Therese sighs with your touch, the discomfort below her belly intensifying significantly now.

You pull away the fabric of the panties, exposing Therese's intimacy and she sighs. You run your fingers over the sensitive, wet skin slowly and Therese moans softly against your mouth. You take her lower lip between your teeth and pull it, while making slow, circular motions on her clit.

"Is that good?" You ask and Therese nods, breathing heavily. You move your kisses to the brunette's neck, biting the skin gently and Therese bites her lip trying to hold back the moans that dangerously try to escape her mouth.

You move your finger to Therese’s entrance and raise your head, looking up at her. Therese looks at you expectantly. "Do you want me to?" You ask breathlessly and Therese replies in a husky voice. "Yes."

Before she can even finish answering though you slide a finger inside her and Therese's word turns into a whimper before she kisses you to muffle her moan. You move your finger slowly to get her used to it and Therese's eyes swivel in the orbs, completely overwhelmed by the sensations you provide her.

Therese gets used to your pace easily and you soon realize that she is craving for more. You’re about to insert another finger when you both hear footsteps on the stairs.

With quick movements, you pull away from Therese and she clenches her jaw, suppressing a moan as you pull your finger out of her all at once. You quickly button your shirt and run to the window, pretending to watch the street outside. Meanwhile, Therese hurries to the kitchen and begins to wash the dishes.

You both try to control your breathing as Laurent and Camille enter the room. The blond has an excited smile on his face and Laurent watches you with curious eyes and you clear your throat, trying as hard as you can to disguise the awkwardness of the moment.

"So, how's the painting?" You ask, sitting up to relieve the tension from your legs that are slightly trembling. "About halfway done. I'll need to come back another day." Laurent replies, his eyes still scanning you and you hum in agreement. "But it's great already! I can't wait for it to be done." Camille comments with an almost childlike happiness and you giggle.

"Shall we get going, sister?" Laurent says and you stand up abruptly. "Of course! Of course." You say, putting the chair back in its place and once again clear your throat.

"Having trouble with your throat, sister?" Laurent remarks with a knowing smile and you smile back, trying to disguise your irritation. Sometimes how much you knew each other was a curse.

"I think so, brother." You lie, massaging your throat. "Maybe we should get some cough syrup on the way home." You comment, and he nods, humming amused.

You say goodbye to Camille and walk to the door. Before you leave the house, you glance briefly at Therese. She looks at you too, but then looks away and you leave without exchanging a word with her.

Downstairs, in the shop, you say goodbye to Madame Raquin, who invites you to come back any time. As you leave the store and wait for Laurent to close the door, you risk a glance at the second floor window. Therese is not there. Not that you expect her to be. But it is as if your mind defies logic and looks for her everywhere anyway.

Before Laurent turns to you, you return your gaze to him. You walk together down the main street and it’s not long before the man begins to speak.

"How was the afternoon?" He asks. You continue to stare ahead, but with the corner of your eyes you notice that he has a knowing smile on his face, so characteristic of him. "Good." You answer simply, and when you ask how his afternoon was, he says it was good as well.

"What did you guys do while I was painting?" He asks. It’s clear that he already knows and that he just wants to get the truth out of you. But you don't intend to give in. "Nothing much. Just had tea."

"Oh really?" he comments in a tone of fake convincement and you hum in agreement. As you approach the carriage he stops in front of you. "I believe the tea didn't button your shirt properly." He comments and gets into the vehicle without waiting for a response.

Wide-eyed, you look down and realize that the buttons on your blouse are swapped. You laugh softly, shaking your head. Feeling your cheeks flush, you get into the carriage.

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Final Part

Therese Raquin x Reader

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

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It's Thursday and so far Therese has not heard from you.

While Madame Raquin and Camille organize everything for the move on Sunday, Therese tries to hold on to your promise, her hand constantly and unconsciously traveling to your locket around her neck.

But the lack of news from you was on the verge of making her go crazy, and if it weren't for Laurent's visit to the store that afternoon, she probably would.

At first, Therese was disappointed to see the man arrive without your company. But then, at a certain moment when Madame Raquin was not paying attention, Laurent handed her a small paper box, and Therese stepped away from the others so that she could open it.

Therese's eyes fill with tears when she sees the forget-me-not flower inside the box, the small blue flower that you showed her on your first date. Therese closes her eyes, the memories of you filling her completely. Then she smiles, trusting in your promise. You'll make it.

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You write like you have never written before.

You don't sleep, except for the little naps you take now and then over the stack of papers on your desk. And you wouldn't be eating either, but Laurent always brings a tray of meals to your room. You always smile gratefully at him and your brother always looks at you in confusion, but he doesn't ask the reason for your behavior. And you don't explain either. At least, not yet.

But now it was finished, and you giggle proudly at the pile of papers in front of you. Holding the manuscript in your hands, you walk out of your bedroom. When you see Laurent sitting on the couch in the living room, reading the newspaper, you take a deep breath.

"It's finished." You announce and he raises his eyes to you, finally noticing your presence. Seeing the expression of confusion on your brother's face, you raise the manuscript. "My book. I just finished it."

"Are you serious?" He asks, an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he stands up. As he approaches, you hand him the manuscript. "I'm so happy for you!" He says, the smile never leaving your brother's face as he flips through the manuscript. You can't help but smile fondly at him.

"Are you going to publish it?" Laurent asks, raising his eyes from the manuscript to you and your smile falters. "No." You reply and your brother frowns immediately. But before he can object, you add. "You will."

"What?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours in complete confusion, and you hold his gaze, taking a deep breath. You then guide your brother to the couch in the living room, and you sit down together. Laurent looks at you, curious, and you take another deep breath, building up the courage to tell him about your plan.

So you tell it, and Laurent watches you with frowning eyebrows the entire time, an indecipherable expression on his face that makes your stomach turn in apprehension. But you keep explaining it to him anyway, and when you finish, Laurent squeezes his eyes shut with his fingers.

"So let me see if I got this straight. You want me to publish your book." He asks, finally looking at you, and when you hum in agreement, an incredulous chuckle escapes your brother's lips. "But why? Why don't you publish it yourself?"

"Brother, it's already almost impossible to sell my poems and stories to newspapers, imagine publishing a book! Besides, you know what the publishing and publicizing process is like. I would be stuck here for a few months. I don't have a few months."

Faced with your argument, Laurent assumes a thoughtful posture, and you watch him attentively, noting the way his eyebrows come together, making it almost possible to see the gears of his brain functioning. But then he looks at you again, and you straighten your posture.

"And how would that work?" He asks, and you shrug. "As I told you, you sell the book as your own while Therese and I run away. I'll write to you regularly, you'll always know where I'll be. And then you can send me half of the profits-"

"Half?!" He interrupts you, his voice laden with astonishment, as is the posture he assumes at your words. Faced with your puzzled expression, Laurent lets out a dry chuckle. "The book is yours, sister, how could I send you only half of the profits?"

"Well, the book will be yours and you will take care of everything. That's more than fair." You retort, but all the while your brother shakes his head in denial. "It's anything but fair." He retorts promptly, looking down, and you take a deep breath, this being the least of your concerns.

"Fine, send me as much as you think is best." You say in surrender and Laurent raises his eyes at you once more. "I only care about having enough to live on with Therese."

Just the thought of the brunette is more than sufficient to soothe all your muscles and make the world around you seem more colorful and harmonious. God, you missed her so much. Noticing the way your expression has softened, Laurent gives a small smile.

"And where will you live?" He asks, rousing you from your trance, and you blink a few times, a fond smile taking over your lips. "Anywhere! Everywhere. Wherever she wants to go, I'll take her."

Laurent finds it funny how you look like a lovesick puppy, but at the same time he's overcome with joy at seeing you happy like that, happy like you've never been. However, he can't help but think about how risky and crazy your plan is, and so he shakes his head.

"Sister, have you gone mad?" he asks after a while, but your smitten expression doesn't falter. In fact, it only widens. "I'm not mad, brother. Actually, I've never been so sane in my entire life."

Your answer comes without a hint of hesitation and Laurent smiles, nodding slowly. "Are you sure about this?" Although it's a question, your brother's tone is almost confirmatory and you smile. "It feels like I didn't know certainty before I made this decision."

The confidence that accompanies your response was all Laurent needed to hear, so he smiles and places his hands on your shoulders. "Then I swear to you, I'll help you as much as I can, for as long as I can." You smile gratefully at your brother's promise, pulling him into a hug afterwards.

You then feel your eyes filling with tears. You would miss this. The companionship of the two of you. The closeness of you and your brother. Your brother.

But there's nothing in this world to keep you from running away with Therese. Because staying away from her is not and never will be an option. So you giggle contentedly as tears of relief stream down your face.

The first part of the plan was ready, now all that's left is the next and last part. The getaway. And you would start working on it immediately.

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Therese stares intently at the street outside through the window. Any slightest movement being enough to make the brunette's heart beat faster, hoping that it's you. But it never is, and then she begins to grow hopeless.

For a terrifying moment Therese thinks about the possibility that you might never show up. What if something went wrong? What if your plan, whatever it was, hadn't worked? What if you didn't arrive on time and she left without saying goodbye? What if...

No. Therese closes her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she takes a long, shaky breath in an attempt to recompose herself. She has to trust you. It will work. It will work, because she doesn't know what will become of her if it doesn't.

Then she opens her eyes again, and an immediate smile takes over her lips as she sees you sneaking down the street. It is dark, but Therese can see the shadow of a smile forming on your face when you look up at the window and see her there waiting for you.

With a broad smile on her face, Therese walks as quietly as possible to the back door, a medium-sized bag in her hand with her belongings. She opens the door slowly, and when Therese sees you on the other side, her heart beats rapidly in anticipation.

You kiss her briefly, a relieved smile never leaving your face as you do so. As you take Therese's bag from her hands, Therese closes the door.

You both walk, Therese's hand firmly in yours, her fingers intertwined with yours, already being proof that this is a new phase you are about to begin. A new phase that you can't wait to begin.

Just as you leave the alley and reach the main street, a carriage comes into your sight, Laurent standing beside it. Therese's grip on your hand intensifies at the sight of your brother, but you give her a reassuring smile and so she relaxes.

"Therese." Laurent greets her with a small smile. As you place Therese's luggage inside the carriage, the brunette greets your brother with a shy smile.

"We'd better get going." You say as you rejoin the two of them, wrapping an arm around Therese, and the brunette looks up at you, the two of you exchanging expectation-filled glances.

"Have a good trip." Laurent says with a smile, his gaze shifting between you and Therese. The brunette thanks him, giving your brother a brief appreciative hug, and you smile at the interaction.

In order to give you some time alone with your brother, Therese gives you a gentle reassuring squeeze on the arm and then gets into the carriage.

Now that it's only you and your brother, you giggle anxiously and he smiles, reaching out his arms to you. You wrap your arms around Laurent's waist in a tight embrace, and your brother wraps his own around you protectively.

"Take care, sister." Laurent pleads, and you close your eyes, trying to stop the tears from forming in them. "You too, brother." You reply and feel Laurent breathe deeply against you.

You move away from your brother, and seeing that his eyes are brightened by tears doesn't help you in the slightest, but you clench your jaw, determined not to cry now. When Laurent asks you not to forget to write to him, you retort saying that you never could, and then you stare at each other for a while longer.

"Go away already, I have a book to publish tomorrow morning." He jokes and you giggle, looking once more at your brother, trying not to think about how long it will take to see him again.

You tell the coachman to take you to the train station and then start to climb into the carriage. Before you fully get in, however, you look at your brother again, and smile as you see that he hasn't taken his eyes off you.

"This isn't goodbye." You announce hopefully, and your brother lets out a chuckle. "It could never be." He replies, and you offer him a loving smile. With one last exchange of glances, you step into the carriage for good and close the door.

Settling into the seat, you look at Therese, and her love-laden green eyes push away any negative feelings you might have, replacing them with happiness and love.

"Where are we going?" You ask and Therese giggles, happy tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Anywhere." She answers, moving closer to you and laying her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, hugging her, and a happy giggle escapes your lips.

"Anywhere? Really?" You joke, and Therese lifts her face just enough to look at you. She brings her hand up to your cheek, gently caressing it. You close your eyes and sigh, causing Therese to giggle softly. When you open your eyes again, your breath hitches before the expanse of green that watches you so intently.

"As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are." She says, sincere, and you smile fondly, the reciprocation of that feeling warming your heart inside your chest.

You lean in, closing the small distance between your faces and connecting your lips to Therese's. The brunette sighs, slowly bringing her hand to the back of your neck, and you hug her tighter, bringing her as close to you as you possibly could.

When the kiss is over, you rest your forehead against Therese's, silly, happy smiles playing on both your lips. You giggle, unable to believe what is happening right now.

It worked. You and Therese are going to be able to live your love to the fullest, which you both never thought would happen.

Leaning your head against Therese's, you take a deep breath and lose yourself in the warmth of the woman in your arms and the swaying of the carriage all the way to the train station. Your chest at peace, knowing that no matter where you go, Therese will be with you, so everything will be all right.

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The first place you take Therese to is Amsterdam. The city is beautiful and romantic, and Therese holds your hand as you walk through the Grachtengordel.

A tour guide approaches you and offers you a boat ride on the canals that run through the city. Therese politely refuses, remembering your fear of water for not knowing how to swim. But having the brunette by your side fills you with courage, so you accept the tour.

Therese looks at you, her eyes wide in a mixture of surprise and confusion. You give her a reassuring smile, shrugging dismissively, and then Therese smiles, equally eager for the ride.

And then you get on the boat and start the ride. And as soon as the boat starts moving, all courage is washed away from your body.

You hold tightly to the boat, your eyes slightly wide with apprehension. Noticing your state of uneasiness, Therese holds your hand, moving closer to you. You turn your gaze to her, your muscles relaxing at the sight of the woman you love so much smiling brightly at you.

For the remainder of the ride you try to display a state of lightness, and Therese laughs at your false relaxed posture.

"I could have fallen off the boat!" You claim as soon as your feet touch the firm ground, your legs still trembling a little, and Therese smiles fondly at you. "I would've jumped after you." She attests, and you smile. Before your rosy cheeks, Therese leans in, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. You melt at her touch.

After a stroll around the city, you go back to the hotel you're currently staying at, and you take the opportunity to write to Laurent.

You sign as Cameron, and write about everything you're experiencing with Therese, whom you refer to as Myosotis, in reference to the flower you gave her on your first date, which seems to have taken place a lifetime ago. You write about things you have done and places you have been, and in every word your happiness is evident, making Laurent smile as he reads it.

And so you go on, you and Therese making the most of the city you are in until you decide to go somewhere else.

You make many friends around Europe, and you lose yourself in how beautiful it is to watch Therese live. The cheerful, laughter-filled woman with whom you share your life and, at this moment, a table with friends, is nothing like the sad, reserved woman you met several months ago. She radiates an unique, contagious energy that makes everyone around her admire her.

It's so great to watch her live that, if you could, you would be a mere spectator, smiling at every one of the brunette's actions and words. But, fortunately for you, Therese didn't want you to be a mere spectator. She wanted you by her side, living with her. So she pulls you by the hand and includes you in every conversation and plan she has. But you always find yourself admiring her, and Therese always smiles lovingly when she notices you doing so.

You also constantly exchange letters with Laurent, letting your brother know where you are and where you will be next. Laurent tells you how successful the book is being, and the amount of money he regularly sends you only proves his words.

One day you and Therese were walking through the streets of Windsor when you passed by a bookshop window. Therese stops abruptly, pulling your hand and causing you to stop as well. She then points to a stack in the center, standing out from the others, and you smile as you read the title of your book, slightly chuckling as you read Laurent's name at the bottom of the cover.

"Come on." Therese calls out, pulling you inside the store, and you follow her without hesitation. The brunette has a happy smile on her face as she picks up one of the copies of your book and makes the purchase. You watch her with a loving gaze.

"You seem very happy with your new purchase." You joke as you walk to the door of the store and Therese giggles. "Well, it is by my favorite author." Therese jokes back and you smile. "I'm sure Laurent will be pleased to hear that." You retort and the brunette rolls her eyes, turning to look at you.

"I'm talking about you, silly." She says, wrapping her arms loosely around your neck and you place your hands on her waist in response. "Oh really?" you ask, feigning surprise, and Therese bites her lower lip as she smiles, nodding afterwards. "Well, I guess I should write for you more often."

"Don't you do that all the time already?" She replies, her eyebrows raised challengingly, and you feign an offended expression. "Are you complaining that I write about you, my love?" You ask, the fake hurt in your voice making Therese chuckle.

"Never. I love that you write about me." She assures you and you smile, but soon she brings her face closer to yours subtly and you hold your breath. "Especially about the part you said that to express all the details of a person you need to admire them very closely." She suggestively quotes the words you said so long ago and you can't help but giggle lightly.

"You really pay a lot of attention to what I say, don't you?" You ask teasingly, an amused smile on your face, and Therese lowers her gaze to your lips.

"I pay a lot of attention to you entirely." She retorts in a low tone of voice and leans in, connecting her lips to yours. You sigh, wrapping your arms around Therese and pulling her closer as you match the kiss.

Some people stare, some in disapproval, some in shock. But the love that you and Therese share is so immense and pure that it works like a bubble, keeping away and forgotten all that is intended to stand in its way.

A few months after that you decide to look for a ring. You know that you and Therese could never really get married. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to marry her, so you look for a ring anyway.

You tell Therese that you are going to the stationery store to buy more notebooks, but instead you visit several jewelry stores, huffing at how difficult it is to find the ideal ring for Therese. Nothing seems worthy of the beauty and charm of your lover, but then something catches your eye.

Among several others, a silver ring with small blue stones just like the forget-me-not flowers catches your eye. Taking the ring in your hands, you admire the discreet beauty of the item, a smile forming at the corner of your lips at the decision. This is the one.

That afternoon you return home with some notebooks in hand and the two rings weighing tons in your pocket.

You try to keep calm, but the anticipation is about to consume you. Therese notices your uneasiness and, placing her hand over yours, she asks you if something is wrong, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Taking the opportunity, you take a deep breath in an attempt to build up the courage you need. As soon as you get down on one knee in front of her, Therese's eyes widen, and they start to become brighter with a few tears forming in them.

Not having had time to prepare a decent speech, you decide to pour your heart out to her, sharing with Therese everything that she makes you feel and everything that she represents to you. It doesn't take long before tears start rolling down Therese's face, and soon you begin to cry as well.

When you say the words, Therese energetically says yes, and you giggle foolishly as you place the ring on her finger. As soon as Therese puts the ring on your finger as well, she kisses you passionately. A kiss salty from tears and accompanied by happy smiles from both of you.

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A few years go by and you both continue to travel around. But it takes longer and longer for you to move from city to city. To be honest, you're already thinking about stopping traveling for a while. So when Therese suggests that you find a permanent place to live, you willingly agree.

You decide to go back to the Netherlands and buy a house in the suburbs, in an area not far from Amsterdam. The house is modest, yet cozy, and surrounded by a large garden and trees that make you feel isolated from the rest of the world, living in a world where there is only you and Therese, and you smile, breathing in the fresh air of your new home.

Walking through the streets of Amsterdam looking for items to decorate the house, you and Therese are chatting animatedly when you notice that the woman is no longer paying attention to the conversation. You look at her curiously, your eyes following the direction in which your wife is looking, and then you see a little boy, apparently about seven years old. Before you can ask, Therese walks towards him. You follow her.

Moving closer, you notice the boy's dirty clothes, some bruises on his arms and legs. These details, combined with the boy's sad expression, make your chest heavy, reminding you of the period when you and Laurent had to live on the street as well.

Therese tries to talk to the boy, her soft voice making his apprehensive posture soften a bit. "What's your name, dear?" She asks, her voice laden with sweetness, and the little boy looks at her shyly. "Hector." The small child replies quietly, and his voice softens your heart.

"Hector. That's a beautiful name." Therese says, and the boy offers her a tiny smile. He diverts his eyes from hers to yours, and when you smile reassuringly at him, the boy looks away. "Where are your parents, Hector?" Therese asks, and the boy looks down, an expression of sorrow immediately consuming the boy's face.

"Therese." You call softly, and the woman straightens her posture, approaching you next. "I don't think he has anyone." You comment and the brunette nods, glancing at the boy before looking at you again. "We could take him with us, take care of him for a while." She suggests and you notice a glimpse of entreaty pass through her eyes. When you agree, she smiles and turns her attention back to the boy.

When Hector agrees to come with you, the three of you return home.

As soon as you arrive at the house, you smile as you see the little one watching the surroundings with curious eyes. While you prepare dinner, Therese gives the boy a bath.

When the food is ready, you get everything ready and walk to the interior of the house. The sound of Therese's voice makes you smile and the sight of your wife interacting with the boy warms your heart. She lovingly brushes Hector's hair, and he smiles contentedly at the care. You knock on the door, and when they both look at you, you announce that dinner is ready.

In the kitchen you eat, and the boy's eagerness to eat everything on the table makes your heart ache, but you promptly serve everything Hector asks for. Therese tries to talk to the little boy, and you're surprised at the progress your wife has made in such a short period of time. Even though Hector doesn't talk much, he seems much more willing to talk to Therese, and you smile at the interaction.

At night, you and Therese take Hector to one of the spare rooms in the house and put him to bed. You assure the child that he can rest and call you if he needs anything. The boy nods, thanking you shyly afterwards, and you both smile at him as you leave the room.

As you and Therese get ready for bed, your mind whirls with the events of the afternoon, and when you notice the brunette lost in thought, you smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Your voice wakes Therese from her trance, and she blinks a few times before looking up at you. Noticing your loving gaze on her, Therese smiles, moving closer to the bed and lying down beside you. "About Hector." She replies, lying down on her side so she can look at you properly, and you mimic her movement. "How horrible it must be to live like that..."

"Quite horrible." You assure her and Therese flashes you a sympathetic smile, remembering that you too have been through this in your childhood. The brunette lovingly places her hand on your cheek, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

"What are we going to do with him?" She asks, and once again you see the entreaty in her eyes, the will to stay with the boy. And then you smile, that also being your will. "We could take care of him." You answer, and Therese watches you intently. "You know, for good."

Therese's eyes widen slightly. Even though that's what she wanted to hear, she couldn't believe it was true. "Are you sure about this?" She asks, frowning, but being unable to hide the smile that forms on her lips and then you smile back.

"Of course!" You confirm and Therese's smile immediately widens. The brunette holds your face, kissing you intensely and you giggle as you match the kiss, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. When Therese pulls her face away from yours, her smile falters. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, though."

"Are you kidding me?" You ask with an amused smile and Therese frowns. "You were great! He loves you. You're the best mother already." You say and Therese lets out a shy giggle, her cheeks turning pink and you smile fondly.

"I think we'll share that post." She retorts, running her fingers along your chest, and you grimace in disagreement. "Nah, I'm going to be the second best mother. I'll definitely learn from you." You say playfully, and Therese giggles, shaking her head in denial. But then her giggle turns into a warm smile.

"We will learn together." She says, her voice laden with love, and you feel your heart flutter. With an equally warm smile, you nod. "We will learn together." You repeat in confirmation and Therese's smile widens. When the brunette leans in to kiss you once more, you meet her halfway.

And thus you, Therese, and Hector become a family.

The two of you buy him new clothes, arrange his room especially for him, and learn that Hector is an extremely sweet and kind child. It doesn't take long before the boy begins to call Therese mom, and the brunette cries the first time he does so. Hector doesn't seem to have the same connection with you as he has with Therese, so he still calls you by your name. You don't push him, however, allowing him as much time as he needs.

One afternoon you and Hector are playing tag around the house and Therese tells you to stop running. You and the boy exchange accomplice looks and giggles when Therese narrows her eyes at you.

You sit in the chair at the kitchen table and Hector asks if he can play outside. "Sure, honey, but come inside before dark, okay?" You instruct as Hector picks up some of his toys and walks to the front door. "Okay, mama." He agrees before disappearing out of the house.

Sitting there, you watch the place where Hector last stood, static. The word echoing in your mind as your heart beats faster and your eyes begin to burn. At the stove, Therese notices your stunned state with a fond smile.

The brunette walks over to you, stopping behind your chair. "Hey, mama." She says amusedly, running her hands affectionately down your arms. And then it hits you. Burying your face in your hands, you allow yourself to cry. A relieved, happy cry that makes your body shake as a few sobs escape your throat.

Therese smiles broadly, tears forming in her own eyes as she leans in and hugs you tightly. The brunette deposits several soft kisses on your head and you take one hand away from your face to hug her back.

You don't know how long you've been there hugging, and you honestly don't know if you'll ever be able to stop crying. All you know is that you have never been happier than you are now.

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A few years later you have ideas for a second book and then you start working on it fervently, spending more time in your office than you'd like to admit.

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" The playful voice sounds from behind and you giggle, lifting your face to look at her. When you do, you groan discontentedly, the pain in your neck indicating that you have spent more time in that position than you probably should have.

"Art is nonstop, my love, what do you want me to do?" You retort in the same playful tone and Therese rolls her eyes, shaking her head as an amused smile takes over her lips. "Come to bed, that would be enough." She replies and you nod slowly, looking once more at the pile and papers on the table. Therese chuckles fondly at your evident difficulty in stopping work.

"Come on now." She insists, offering her hand out for you to take and you giggle, taking her hand and standing up. "Is Hector asleep yet?" You ask and when Therese giggles incredulously you frown.

"Honey, it's almost one in the morning." She informs and you widen your eyes in genuine surprise. "Really?" You ask in astonishment and Therese laughs, nodding. But then you narrow your eyes at her. "And what are you doing up this late?"

"Waiting for my wife to join me in bed." She replies with a teasing smile on her lips, wrapping her arms around your neck and you wrap yours around her waist. "Oh, that sounds like a pretty bad wife you have there." You tease and Therese laughs, but she shakes her head in denial immediately.

"No, she's the best." She replies, sincere, and you smile, feeling your heart flutter with love for the woman in your arms. You connect your lips to hers in a gentle kiss, and Therese sighs in response. But soon she pulls her face away again.

"I still need her, though, to warm me on this cold night." She says in a playfully dramatic tone and you giggle. "Really? And how would you like me to do that?" You ask suggestively and Therese smiles, biting her lower lip.

"I have a few ideas in mind." She replies, her voice husky and low, and your whole body shivers at the sound. Therese closes the distance between you, connecting her lips to yours in an intense kiss that makes every hair on your body stand on end.

Therese brings her hands to the back of your neck and holds your hair tight. When a moan escapes your mouth in response, Therese sighs. And when you pick her up on your lap, carrying her out of the office, Therese smiles against your lips.

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As soon as you finish writing your book, you write a letter to Laurent telling him about it and saying that you will mail the manuscript to him. When your brother's reply arrives, saying that he will personally pick it up, you smile excitedly.

It has been several years since you have seen Laurent last, and the reunion with your brother could not be more heartwarming.

As soon as you see Laurent at the train station in Amsterdam, you hold each other in a tight embrace for long minutes, both of you weeping emotionally. As you pull apart, Laurent introduces you to his wife, Lucille, and you smile when you see that she's pregnant.

Then you take them to your home. Laurent greets Therese warmly, and you introduce Hector to Laurent and Lucille.

You eat and talk, and your heart warms at the sight of your whole family together. Therese holds your hand over the table and you interlace your fingers with hers, bringing her hand to your mouth and giving it a gentle kiss.

A few hours later, you invite Laurent to walk with you. You invite Lucille to join you as well, but the woman says that she's exhausted from the trip, and considering the size of her belly, it really is better that she gets some rest. So, while Therese and Lucille are chatting in the living room, you and Laurent head outside the house.

You show your brother around, talking about the garden and the neighborhood. Noticing the fulfillment in your voice, Laurent can't help but smile.

"I'm happy you're happy, sister." He says just as you arrive on a small hill, from where you can see your house a few feet away and the sun setting in the distance, slowly being covered by the trees. You smile.

"I really am, brother." You confirm, glancing briefly at Laurent before looking at the landscape again. "I'm happy Therese is no longer my... beautiful, hurtful secret." You pause, remembering all those struggles so many years ago and thinking about how they seem so distant now.

"She's my truth, my future. My life." You say, more to yourself than to Laurent as you think about your life now. Your brother watches you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I never understood what you feel for Therese." He confesses and you look at him, giving your brother your full attention. He nods, his gaze getting lost in the distance for a few moments before returning to yours.

"I never understood what could make you abandon everything for someone... But then I met Lucille." He says, and the way his face lights up makes a genuine smile appear on your face. You would recognize that light anywhere. "It all made sense." He says simply and you nod, understanding exactly what he means.

"I'm happy for you, brother." You say, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I truly am." You repeat reassuringly and your brother smiles, grateful. "Me too." He says and you look at each other for a few moments, accomplished smiles on both your faces.

"Now," Laurent finally breaks the silence, "let's go back before our wives come to get us by the ears, shall we?" He comments playfully and you let out a chuckle, nodding. "We shall."

As you and your brother walk back toward your home, you smile. Your heart filling with fondness for all that you and Therese have had to go through to get where you are now. Filling also with hope for all that you intend to live with her for the remaining years of your life.

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

And we've come to the end! Thank you to everyone who has followed this story that I enjoyed writing so much. I hope you liked the ending. I had another, and angst one, but I was convinced coerced by some friends to let it go so here we are haha but if you guys want the other ending as well, just let me know and I'll try to write it

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 1

Therese Raquin x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

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!

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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

Part 2

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