Fan Fiction - The Language of Love - Hayley/Rebekah (The Originals) - 1/1
Title: The Language of Love
Fandom: The Originals
Characters: Hayley Marshall, Rebekah Mikaelson
Pairing: Hayley/Rebekah
Rating: G
Word count: 165
A/N: Future fic, established relationship. No spoilers. Written for prompt #438 'Language' at femslash100. Also on AO3.
Summary: Rebekah and Hayley in Paris.
“Excuse me” said Hayley in French “do you know the way to the Louvre?” At least that’s what she meant to say: the perplexed and slightly angry look the man she was speaking to gave her as he replied indicated she may have garbled the translation.
From Hayley’s side came the sound of laughter. The hybrid shot Rebekah a sideways glance.
“You don’t even want to know what you just said to that poor man” said the blonde.
“Well excuse me. We haven’t all had 900 years to practice our foreign languages, you know” said Hayley, annoyed.
Rebekah stopped a girl walking down the street. After a short conversation that Hayley barely understood, Rebekah turned to Hayley and pointed. “The Louvre is two blocks that way.”
As they made their way to the museum, Hayley said to her girlfriend “I don’t understand why you didn’t just do the asking in the first place.”
“And miss the opportunity to hear you speaking the language of love?”
Fandom: The Originals
Characters: Hayley Marshall, Rebekah Mikaelson
Pairing: Hayley/Rebekah
Rating: G
Word count: 165
A/N: Future fic, established relationship. No spoilers. Written for prompt #438 'Language' at femslash100. Also on AO3.
Summary: Rebekah and Hayley in Paris.
“Excuse me” said Hayley in French “do you know the way to the Louvre?” At least that’s what she meant to say: the perplexed and slightly angry look the man she was speaking to gave her as he replied indicated she may have garbled the translation.
From Hayley’s side came the sound of laughter. The hybrid shot Rebekah a sideways glance.
“You don’t even want to know what you just said to that poor man” said the blonde.
“Well excuse me. We haven’t all had 900 years to practice our foreign languages, you know” said Hayley, annoyed.
Rebekah stopped a girl walking down the street. After a short conversation that Hayley barely understood, Rebekah turned to Hayley and pointed. “The Louvre is two blocks that way.”
As they made their way to the museum, Hayley said to her girlfriend “I don’t understand why you didn’t just do the asking in the first place.”
“And miss the opportunity to hear you speaking the language of love?”