MultiFandon Fluff Oneshots

Our Second First Date (Brigitte x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Brigitte x GN!Reader
Warning(s): None

The candles on the table flickered in the low light of the restaurant, you shadow dancing along the wall behind you as you waited. Nerves ate at you as you watched the clock slowly tick. You were early, almost an hour earlier than the time you'd given her. You were almost glad you'd decided to book a private room.

She smiled a toothy grin at you as she offered a hand to help you back on your feet. Those eyes had captivated you even at such a young age. Full of kindness, full of compassion.

You took her hand and she hoisted you up, even rebalancing you as you stood up. "My name is Brigitte! What's yours?"

You had muttered your name in response, trying to brush some dirt off of your clothes. Your seemingly sour attitude didn't seem to lessen her smile as she eagerly grabbed your hand and took off running, giving you no choice other than to follow.

Thirty minutes had passed from the time you arrived, though those thirty minutes felt more like a few hours. Your fingers drummed on the table, your eyes following the flickering of one of the candles in front of you.

"Y/n!" You almost jumped out of your chair as her voice broke the silence in the room.

"Brigitte!" You smile, walking over to greet her with a hug. "I thought you weren't gonna show," you joked as you led her back to the table.

She was your first friend. After that fateful day, she seemed to linger around you all the time. You both learned to lean on one another, almost reliant on each other. Where your weak points were, she made up for them. Where her weak points were, you made them up for her. You were two peas in a pod, two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Primary school turned into middle school and you were closer than ever. You were at each other's houses almost daily. Her parents were basically a second set for you. They loved you and you loved them.

"As if," she scoffed, letting you pull her chair out. "I'd never miss a chance to go out with you again. Especially after all these years."

You both giggled as you settled down, the nerves that had bundled so tightly inside of you finally loosening up. It was then that you got to take in your date's full appearance.

High school came rolling around and you found the courage to invite your best friend on a date. You were so nervous, words jumbling together as you tried to get the question out.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you finally got some semblance of a sentence out. When Brigitte accepted your invite, you almost fell to the floor in gratitude.

You dated all through high school just before college started. You'd spoken of trying long distance as you were going abroad for your studies, Brigitte deciding to stay to pursue her love of engineering. It was a mutual agreement to break off your relationship, feeling as though long distance would not be the best option for either of you. She saw you off at the airport, giving you one last final kiss before you left.

Brigitte was stunning. Her auburn hair was done up in a gorgeous braid and the dark red dress she wore complimented her body perfectly. "You look amazing," you breathe out.

You swore you could see a hint of pink rise to her cheeks as she thanked you with a quiet laugh. You were still the awestruck kid who she fell in love with all those years ago.

The night was wonderful. You and Brigitte spent the night reminiscing on memories long ago over a delicious dinner and a couple drinks. She caught you up on everything that had happened in the seven years you'd been gone. You never realized how much you missed listening to her talk.

Her hand was linked with yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The moon was bright in the sky, the light it emitted reflecting in Brigitte's eyes beautifully.

"It was so nice to catch up with you after all these years, y/n," she whispers, pulling you onto a side street. She pulled you into a tight hug, one you happily returned.

"You don't know how much I missed you," you whisper back, resting your cheek against hers. "I hope this won't be the last time we see each other."

She laughed quietly as she pressed a kiss to your cheek, the skin heating up in response. "Of course not. We'll see each other as much as we can. Papa will be happy to see you. I almost think he missed you more than I did."