Mackenzie Foy for TeenVogue 2025

yes. yes. a leah clearwater fanfiction in the big 2026. no. no. I'm not ashamed.

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3/31/2026

Forgiveness Rather Than Permission (part 1)

Leah Clearwater x fem!reader 

TW: idk religious themes. religion vs LGBTQ. homophobia. angst? smutty if you squint maybe kinda sorta. fluff?? FUCK IDK JUST READ IT , OKAY? :)

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they were best friends. things were easy between the two women. conversation? easy. jokes? easy. quick witted banter teetering on the edge of bullying? easy. 

there wasn't a day that the two women didn't see each other. the couch at y/n's place had a Leah Clearwater shaped indentation in it from how often Leah slept over. and y/n's varying knick-knacks had taken over almost every surface of every piece of furniture in Leah's bedroom. everyone in town knew that if they saw one, the other wasn't far behind. 

so, when y/n realized that her feelings for the young wolf were more than simply platonic, she was... conflicted. on one hand, y/n knew that since the day she'd met Leah, she'd never go a day without her again. on the other hand, y/n grew up in a family where the feelings that she had for Leah were taboo. evil. sinful. 

so, yeah. conflicted. 

"she keeps asking me to be in the wedding, and I just don't know if I'm there yet. I mean, I forgive them, and things have definitely gotten easier lately, but being in the wedding party of my ex and my cousin? I don't think I want to partake." Leah laughed, rummaging through dresses for said wedding. she had agreed to go - only if y/n tagged along - but to be a bridesmaid? like hell. 

'God, she's beautiful like this', y/n thought, absentmindedly picking Leah's worn comforter. 

"well, you shouldn't do anything you don't wanna. they'll survive without you. they should be glad you're going at all if you ask me." y/n managed to reply, throwing a sideways smirk at her friend. 

"damn right." Leah laughed, turning her attention back to her closet. 

"what color are you wearing again? blue? I'm trying to find something to match." she asked, throwing the question over her shoulder. 

‘you'd look good in anything. red. blue. purple. naked and shaking underneath me’ y/n thought, thoughts drifting to the more unholy ones. 

"yeah, blue. but like a darker blue." y/n swallowed. 

"noted. I'll find something. we still have a couple of weeks." Leah said, dropping rather ungracefully on her bed next to y/n. 

"are you spending the night? they finally released that stupid movie you like on Netflix. was thinking maybe we could watch that and talk shit all night." Leah offered with a laugh.

she wanted to. swear she did. sometimes the two wound end up sleeping with each other and waking up face-to-face. y/n was usually the first one to wake up and a sleeping Leah Clearwater was a sight to behold.  

she looked so peaceful.  

so beautiful. 

God, she was so in love with Leah.  

"I wish I could, but I've got some stuff I need to take care of at my place." y/n lied blatantly. anything to put some distance between her and Leah.  

"oh. anything that i could help with? I could always spend the night at yours." Leah offered kindly, oblivious to the other woman's struggles. 

no.  

no.  

fuck no.  

that's what started this whole thing in the first-place. 

♥ 

it was a rare instance that Leah had woken up before y/n. but that morning she did. 

y/n groggily woke up from her sleep, most likely due to the unfamiliar empty space next to her. 

then she heard humming.  

and then some clattering followed by a string of cuss words from Leah. 

y/n followed the commotion to the kitchen to find Leah trying to wipe coffee grounds from the floor. 

"stupid fancy coffee machine..." y/n heard the girl grumble. 

"and exactly how is this my machine's fault?" y/n asked, leaning on the door frame to the kitchen. 

Leah jumps from her crouched position, startled by the other woman's voice. 

"shit, you scared me...", Leah grinned, throwing away the few coffee grounds she managed to actually apprehend. 

"and because, your stupid new machine has too many damn compartments," Leah answered, rolling her eyes and walking towards the table which had two steaming plates of breakfast food. 

"what happened to our old coffee pot, anyway?" Leah asked, motioning for the other woman to take a seat. 

our? y/n's brain short circuited.  

our. ‘ours' made things seem more than simply platonic. ‘ours’ made y/n get a warm feeling in her chest that she couldn't explain. ‘ours' made y/n wanna drag Leah back to the bed they came from and keep her tangled there for hours. 

"oh, um... I, uh broke it last week. dumb accident." y/n managed to answer, taking a sip of her coffee. Leah had already made it up the way she liked.  

“you’ve been clumsy since the day I met you”, Leah laughed, sipping on her water. 

'I’ve been in love with you for that long too', y/n thought, peering over the rim of her coffee cup, watching Leah ramble on.  

the pack. Emily. Sam. wedding. yada yada. 

all the words ran together to y/n because how could one woman be so God damn beautiful? 

she was sat in her usual seat, right in front of the window. the sun had just begun to rise on the other side of said window, and it made Leah look absolutely angelic.  

bed head? didn't matter. the pepper Leah had in her teeth from the eggs? didn't matter. the way her nipples were perked from the cool Washington morning and was showing through her tank top? fuck sakes. didn’t matter. 

y/n could see herself getting used to this. 

and that’s when y/n knew that she was absolutely fucked. 

Imagine the amount of damage that’s being done after the end of BD when the word has spread that hybrids exist, and an unknown number of male vampires get curious about why Joham wanted to experiment, and start doing it themselves 😦

HOWEVER.