Lesbian One Shots

Century (H.G. Wells x Reader)

The first time you had the privilege to meet Helena Wells was when you were 6. She was approaching her 10th birthday, before she'd ever written a novel or had a gadget. This was all before she'd become HG Wells, before she'd ever won your heart with her smooth words and utterly fascinating personality.

The second time you met, you were nearly 17, young and reckless, but on your way to discovering something amazing. Something that in the 127 years of you owning, you'd never thought you'd use. She was breathtaking, charming, and everything that you'd wished your tire husband would be. That was when you started your fall, your gravitation towards her.

The third time was after Christine's death. You had the object, a black ring which seemed to have attach itself to you. The markings around the ring burning into the flesh of your finger. She seemed darker then, more tormented, desperate for something, anything to bring her little girl back.

The fourth time you are her is after she is bronzed. You sit with her statue and tell her about your day. You tell her about the ring, how it keeps you strong, but changes you ever so slightly. It takes your memories sometimes, messes with your head and makes you feel dirty inside and out. You tell her that it can bring people it cares about back, people that deserve it.

The last time you see her is in a small town in the Midwest, places seem to blend together at this point. It's her, the rhythm of speaking, her tone of voice, it's confirmed when you notice how her skin pales after she sees you. You don't get to see her again after that, but you see the girl she was with a couple of times around town.

When she looks at you sadly, you understand the look. You know that HG is gone and you're stuck here, in this immortal hell. Which is why when the ring slips off your fingers, you're surprised. You leave the ring on your nightstand and book a flight to England almost immediately.

As you step into HG's home, you feel yourself weaken. You fall to your knees and try to catch yourself. When you close your eyes and feel the cold light envelope you, everything seems right. It feels safe, for the first time in 127 years, you feel human, mortal.

"Hello darling." HG says and you run to her, launching yourself into her arms. Finally, you feel at home, after over a century of suffering, you get your peace.