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From: (Anonymous)

Several months later she was feeling a little braver, and a lot more comfortable with herself, and went home with a woman about five years her senior. She was alone this time. Andy had managed to catch a small cold and been ordered to sleep by Nicky (who apparently had several medical degrees), and the men had decided to stay in and watch a movie. When she’d left they’d been talking in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to watch.

Nile had considered staying, but the urge to explore had won out.

She knew there would come a time when she’d want to stay in, when exploring a new city wasn’t such a big draw, but she hoped that was a long way away. Joe and Nicky still explored after all, and they were nearly 1,000.

She took an uber downtown, deciding against figuring out a foreign transit system, and soon lost herself in the tourist district. She spoke with a group of Canadian backpackers, some random Australian men, and one older American woman, before meeting her.

“You look a little lost.”

Nile didn’t startle, not after training with Andy, Joe, and Nicky, but she came close. She turned to see a beautiful woman about her height, with chin length auburn hair and warm brown eyes.

Nile smiled. “Not lost,” she said. “Just not sure what I’m looking for exactly.”

The woman grinned, showing the gap in her front teeth. Nile fell slightly in love right there and then.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Only if I can buy you one after,” Nile responded.

The woman laughed. “Sure thing,” she said, walking with Nile over to a secluded seat at the bar, off to the side and away from the crowds. “I’m Piper.”

“Nile!”

Piper grinned again, hair falling into her dark eyes. Nile wanted to run her hands through it. “Nice to meet you, Nile! Now, what are you drinking?”

When they tumbled into bed together later that night in Piper’s flat, Nile felt nervous for a brief moment, realising abruptly that she wasn’t actually sure what to do.

“I’ve never…”

Piper held a finger to her lips, swinging a leg across Nile’s lap and grinding down. Nile moaned, hands coming up to grip her hips.

“We all start somewhere,” Piper said, her Irish accent strong. “I know I did once. Just promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, yeah?”

Nile leaned forwards to kiss her, moving her hands from Piper’s hips to finally run through her auburn hair. It was as soft as it looked. “As long as you promise the same,” she insisted when they broke apart.

Piper nodded. “Sounds like a plan, beautiful,” she grinned, before moving her hands to cup Nile’s chest, circling her hips at the same time.

The next morning Nile felt as though her heart could burst. She’d enjoyed sex before, usually, but she’d never felt so complete. She’d just assumed it wasn’t her thing, even after her make out session with Dizzy. But she knew better now.

She and Piper made breakfast together, exchanging lazy kisses and funny anecdotes, before parting ways. Nile knew she likely wouldn’t see the woman again, but somehow didn’t mind. Piper kissed her when she left, giving her an old travel mug full of strong coffee.

Nile would end up keeping the mug for decades, smiling every time she used it, thinking back to a kind Irish woman with a gap-toothed smile and a laugh like the sun.

When she made it back to the safehouse Andy was asleep on the sofa, one arm over her eyes, and Joe was sketching at the kitchen table while Nicky baked focaccia. Her mouth watered at the smell of rosemary and olive oil.

Nicky noticed her first, sending her one of his small smiles. “Pass the salt?” he asked, nodding towards it.

Nile handed it over, hopping up to sit on the counter. She loved watching Nicky or Joe cook. It made her feel at home.

Andy couldn’t cook, though would happily do the shopping if she knew someone else would make a meal for her. Booker, apparently, could cook, but it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed, while Quynh had only been able to cook extraordinarily spicy meals.

Joe and Nicky, however, enjoyed making meals. Apparently cooking together had helped them grow closer after their first deaths all those years ago, and they had kept up the tradition.

Nile was quite happy with that. It made her feel more at home, and she got to eat some amazing food. It was a win-win in her books. She would cook as well, usually meals her mother and grandmother had made for her growing up. It had been hard at first, making things that brought back memories of her old life, but it had helped.

“Can I help?” she asked, peering at the dough curiously.

Nicky shook his head. “In a bit,” he replied. “I’m done for now.”

“How was your night, kid?” Joe asked, not even bothering to look up from his sketchbook. Nile wasn’t offended - she could be the same way when she tried to draw.

“It was actually great,” Nile said, grinning widely.

Joe looked up, looking pleased, and Nicky smiled at her.

“Good! You deserve a night away from us old people.” Joe chuckled.

Nile rolled her eyes, but was grinning. She debated briefly on telling them about Piper - she knew she would get nothing but support from them, as well as from Andy and (eventually) Booker - but wanted to keep it to herself for now.

“What movie did you end up watching?” Nile asked.

Nicky said something in a language Nile did not yet understand, sounding incredibly annoyed. Joe just smirked. Nile decided right there and then she didn’t want to know.

“I’m gonna go shower,” she said, leaving the kitchen at a near run when she noticed Joe eyeing Nicky’s ass. There were some things she just didn’t want or need to see.

Andy was awake when she entered the living room on her way upstairs, stretching luxuriously.

“They being all cute again?” she asked with a yawn.

Nile nodded. “Always.”

Andy looked towards the kitchen with an almost wistful look on her face, eyes soft. She loved Joe and Nicky (as well as Booker and Quynh) desperately, and Nile knew the ancient women was incredibly happy they had each other.

“Good night?”

Nile nodded. It had been amazing.

Andy eyed her for a long moment, before shaking her head. “Go shower kid,” she said. “You look like you were up late.”

Nile rolled her eyes but went, Piper’s travel mug still clutched in her hands.

From: (Anonymous)

They had just finished a job, and Nile had managed to convince Andy to give them a break. Once she’d got Joe and Nicky on her side it had been easy. Andy may look and act tough, but she was a sucker for her family.

Especially when they all gave her their best puppy dog eyes.

They were on Hvar this time, a stunning Croatian Island in the Adriatic. They’d wandered around, taking in the beautiful town and eating far too much ice cream, before stopping at a waterfront bar. Andy had quickly rented them several lounge chairs under an umbrella and settled down with a beer, looking like she wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.

Joe and Nicky, being Joe and Nicky, shared a chair, leaving the third one for her.

She pulled hers out into the sun, basking in the welcome heat. She wanted to stay here forever, listening to the crashing waves, the low hum of voices, and the music drifting over from the bar.

“I’m grabbing more drinks,” Joe said several hours later. “Want anything?”

“Another beer,” Andy said, sounding half asleep.

“You pick for me, love,” Nicky said, reaching for the sunscreen and turning to Andy. Nile didn’t envy him. Andy seemed to forget that she wouldn’t heal instantly from a burn now, and despised putting sunscreen on. She and Nicky had fought about it several times already, and Nile suspected they were about to fight again.

“Nile?” Joe asked, ignoring the drama.

“A cider please!” she said.

Joe nodded, leaving for the bar.

Nile closed her eyes again, willfully ignoring the fast past argument beside her. She wanted no part in convincing Andy to wear the sunscreen. Nicky was right, or course, but Andy was like a force of nature. Nile had no interest in getting involved in that.

Joe came back several minutes later, somehow carrying four drinks without spilling a drop. He handed Andy her beer first, before giving Nicky (who had, somehow, won the argument) a glass of white wine. He handed Nile a cider, and kept the other for himself.

“Thanks!” she grinned.

Joe just nodded, sliding back onto the lounge chair, bending his knees comfortably. Nicky leaned against them, tilting his face up to the sun.

“The bartender asked about you,” Joe told her, rolling his head to the side. He looked at her over his sunglasses, eyes warm. “None of us will blame you if you go off and talk to him.”

Nicky took a sip of his wine, glancing over to the bar curiously from behind his sunglasses.

“Well, he’s good at mixing drinks at least,” he said. Nile glanced over to where the unsuspecting man was expertly pouring some vividly pink concoction into a tall glass, a charming smile on his admittedly handsome face.

Nile paused for a second, before shaking herself. She knew she had nothing to fear, not from her family, but it was instinctual to hoard this close. It had been something just for her for so long now, and saying anything out loud seemed wrong.

But she loved and trusted Andy, Joe, and Nicky. She didn’t want to hide from them. Or from herself.

She abruptly thought back to Princess Jasmine, on how she used to call her “the most beautifulest person ever!”. She thought about Dizzy, about Piper, and even about the woman at the bar, long ago now. She thought about how kissing boys had felt wrong, even when they had been wonderful people.

She thought about how she didn’t want to pretend. Not to herself, and not to her family.

She may not be able to tell her mother, or her brother, anymore, but she could tell her new family. She could tell the people who had shown, time and time again, that they loved her for who she was. They’d already seen her checking out that woman at the bat all those months ago after all, even though they hadn’t brought it up again. She could be herself with them - she didn’t have to pretend.

Not anymore.

“Nah, he’s cute and all, but I’m not interested in men.”

Joe laughed, a warm sound that felt like a hug. “Well, I can’t say I get that,” he teased, leaning forwards to run a hand through Nicky’s hair, “but good for you.”

Nicky gave her a small smile, his eyes boring into her very soul. He clearly was able to understand just how hard that had been for her to say, and how much of a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled back at him, fighting back tears.

Andy just snorted. “Women are better,” she yawned, one arm thrown over her eyes, her beer wet with condensation in her other hand. “But some men are okay.”

Joe growled in fake anger, turning towards Andy.

Nicky reached over, grasping Nile’s hand gently. Nile threaded her fingers with his, feeling like she could fly.

“Thank you,” Nicky said simply.

“I feel like I should be saying that to you,” Nile said, feeling slightly confused, but still incredibly loved. She had known they would be accepting of her, but it had still been incredibly difficult to say.

Nicky shook his head, somehow ignoring Joe moving behind him as he argued more vehemently with Andy. Nile didn’t even know what language they were using anymore.

“Thank you for trusting us,” he explained. “It is an honour.”

Nile’s eyes burned with tears, but she blinked them away. This wasn’t the time for crying. “Of course I trust you guys!”

Joe reentered the conversation. “Just don’t trust Andy,” he said, though his eyes were as kind and gentle as Nicky’s. “She’ll lead you astray.”

“I knew Sappho, Yusuf!” Andy hissed, sitting up. “What do you mean I’ll lead her astray?”

Nile laughed out loud, shaking her head at Andy’s antics.

Joe just raised an eyebrow. “I said what I said.”

Nicky rolled his green eyes when Joe and Andy got into it again, still holding her hand.

“We love you,” he told her simply.

“I love you guys too,” she said, leaning forwards to press a kiss on his scruffy cheek.

He squeezed her hand affectionately before letting go. “Go and have fun, tesoro,” he ordered. “You deserve it.”

Nile finished the last of her cider, breathing deeply. “I think I will,” she mused. There was a waterfront club beside the more chill bar they were relaxing at, and Nile knew she would enjoy herself. She didn’t know if she would meet anyone, but she liked having the option.

Nicky gave her a rare grin. “Good,” he said, sounding pleased.

Joe interrupted his playful argument long enough to tell her to have fun, before returning to Andy. Andy, true to form, didn’t stop lecturing Joe, but she did give Nile a supportive smile, so Nile took it as a win.

She also made a mental note to talk to Andy about Sappho as soon as she could.

She left for the club feeling happy and light as air, and when she met a woman with a wide smile and long dark hair she didn’t feel the usual stirring of guilt. She only felt joy.

They danced for hours, before Nile accompanied her back to her hotel, making love on the balcony under the light of the moon. When morning came she looked up to the deep blue sky, the scent of flowers and strong coffee in her nose, and felt completely at peace with herself for the first time she could remember.

She was under no illusion that immortality would be easy, or that her life would be without sorrow and pain, but she knew there would also be light and love and laughter. She had a family that loved and accepted her (though she was well aware that they were missing two members, and their absence cut deeply), and she was learning to love herself as well.

The other woman walked back out onto the balcony, wearing a fluffy hotel robe, pot coffee in hand. Nile grabbed the carafe from her and put it on the nearby table, before pulling her down into another kiss, hands sneaking into her robe.

The woman laughed, eyes dancing, and kissed her back.

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Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think :)

From: (Anonymous)

This was lovely ☺️ it’s late and I’m very tired from work so my articulation is not that great but I loved the way you contrasted Nile’s POV of finding her joy and settling into who she is with the comfort of a family that she’s easing into because what a difference it makes when you’re not afraid of judgment from those with the most power to hurt you (can’t relate haha homophobia sucks).

My favorite bit is the part with Dizzy because of tangible reasons. Especially the comparison between softer female bodies vs male bodies because that’s really such a thing that sticks out in the forefront of the mind for such a long time when trying to figure out attraction and sexuality.

I enjoyed this piece, enjoyed the realism too. Here for Nile being her best lady loving self. Thanks for sharing.