Ben Brainard + The Table x Reader

Louisiana x Reader (She/Her) - Multi - Forbidden Love

Imagine Types: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

TW⚠️: There is a MAJOR age gap, and there are flashbacks aging the reader back to thirteen years old. No grooming is happening, but it is brought up in flashbacks and by the reader's family. The reader is eighteen in this, but Louisiana is two hundred nineteen.

A/N: P/f/1 means parental figure one and P/f/2 means parental figure two

Y/n's POV

My anxiety was high, and I knew that I did the right thing, even though everyone else was telling me that it was wrong. I knew my phone would be full of notifications as soon as our plane landed in Paris. Louis was already asleep beside me, seeing as we were already halfway into our eleven hour flight. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I think back on everything that's happened in my relationship with Louisiana.

I was on vacation with my family in New Orleans, and we got separated on the streets. I was told to charge my phone before we left the hotel, but I of course didn't listen and now my phone was dead. I was trying to retrace my steps back to the hotel, but I couldn't remember exactly how to get there. I couldn't find any police, and I was too scared to go into a shop and ask for help. I was standing on the corner of a street, hoping that one of the paths would look familiar when this guy approached me. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes. He had a faint beard, and was wearing a purple and white hat with 'Tigers' written in gold on the very front. He had a black and gold jersey and a pair of jeans. "Are you lost, Sha?" He asks me, staying a few feet back. "Uh," I hesitate, knowing I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but at this point I was desperate for help. I nodded my head, trying not to cry. "Yeah, I am. I'm just trying to get back to my hotel," I admit, messing with my fingers. "Where you stayin'? Ah know every inch of dis place," This stranger asks, but I hesitate before I answer. "Dat probably sounds bad. Name's Louis, I promise I ain't gonna hurt'cha," Louis introduces himself, and I smile at him. "I'm Y/n, and I'm staying in the French Quarter, in the Hotel Mazarin," I tell him, and he smiles. "Follow me, it's not day far from here," Louis urges, turning down the street to my left. I follow along, and as we're walking Louis points out different street performers. He tells me the history of all the buildings he sees me looking at in awe, and all the popular legends in the area. We quickly arrive at my hotel, and when I turn around to thank him, Louis had already disappeared down the street.

It was the last day of that vacation, and I had been searching for Louis ever since he helped me. We were walking down Bourbon Street when we started passing a bar. It was getting late, so the bar was packed. I saw Louis dressed pretty similar to how he was the other day, but now he was accompanied by this weirdo in a bucket hat covered in flamingos. I darted away from my family, shouting Louis' name as I rushed inside the bar. He turns towards me in shock, nearly spilling his drink as I wrap my arms around him. He hesitated before he wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders, asking what I was doing here. My P/f/1 rushes in after me, pulling me away from Louis. "I'm so sorry about her, I don't know what that was about," P/f/1 says, completely shocked by my actions. "P/f/1, this is Louis. He helped me get back to the hotel the other day," I inform them, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, thank you for helping Y/n, I don't think she ever would have made it back on her own," P/f/1 says, pulling me closer. "Of course, there's some real creeps along those streets," Louis says, pulling that weirdo in the bucket hat back into his seat as he's yelling something in another language. "We really must be going," P/f/1 says, trying to drag me away. I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket, slyly handing it to Louis without  P/f/1 noticing.

Louis and I had gotten extremely close, and we wanted to be together, but Louis told me that there was something I had to know first. I was waiting to hear back from him, he'd been typing it out for several long minutes now, and it was making me nervous. Finally, he replied with: "I'm serious about you, Y/n. I want to be with you, and not just for a little while. The thing is, you need to know that I am not the average person. The name I told you? Louis? That's just my nickname. My real name is Louisiana, like the state. The thing is, I'm not named after the state, I am the state. I know that makes me sound like someone put that gri gri on me when I say that, but I promise you, Sha, I'm being completely serious. I can prove it to you the next time I see you if I need to. There are so many things you need to know about me before we can be together, but this is the biggest one." I had to reread the message a few times, having to process what he had told me. There was a lot of back and forth, because I obviously didn't believe him at first, but after a lot of convincing I did. He told me everything I needed to know up front, such as his powers and things of that nature, but he promised me that we'd discuss the more serious matters as our relationship progressed.