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remy2fang · 4 months

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More indications for F.A.N.G’s possibility to return playable for Street Fighter 6

In other words, let me spew my thoughts like every other hopeful fan…and also a lot of things I said in the past end up becoming true one way or another. Let me try my luck even further lol.

I made posts about this topic, which can be read HERE. I have more that I wrote back in December 2023:

That third emoji.

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When I saw that before any of the SF6 stuff being promoted, I thought it was supposed to depict the illustration where F.A.N.G and Phantom were walking away in the city.

Now that we know A.K.I.’s character, this emoji could be interpreted on how she feels about F.A.N.G lol.

But after thinking about it, maybe the emoji that was used for the 3rd chapter of Toxicity was supposed to portray F.A.N.G and A.K.I. as complementary characters. Like, not only do they both essentially work as a duo team in their medicine work, but it’s kinda shown with the way they’re played in the SFV (FANG) and SF6 (AKI). AKI excels over FANG when it comes to offense, walk speed, cool set ups, awesome unique new moves, and no charge (lmao), but she does have major weaknesses like slow normals and startups and hurtboxes bigger than they should be. Whereas it’s the opposite for FANG for almost all of them (low damage output, slow walk and jump, but lightning speed normals with good poking range). Also, FANG’s slides are better, his coward crouch is spammable lol, and Ryobenda is better than Orchid imo. I know it’s all just wishful thinking here, but I think it’s possible for FANG to comeback playable in the same game with AKI because both their play styles are foils to each other. They just gotta spice up FANG’s kit for SF6, like how they did for all returning characters. That double-headed emoji had me thinking for a long time, and it looks like Capcom wanted to have 2 poison characters in the game, considering how different FANG and AKI play from each other.

Another clue is F.A.N.G’s Nguuhao dagger. In Toxicity, the importance of his dagger was frequently mentioned. It holds the secrets of the poison hand and FANG used it to kill his friends as his first assigned job. AKI saw the dagger’s power when she first met FANG and decided to join him. Oddly enough during AKI’s World Tour story, she made no mention about the dagger. In WT when she described the time when she first met FANG, she said she was very interested in learning everything about FANG. But nothing about the dagger. I’m wondering if the dagger will just stay in the Toxicity story? But perhaps Capcom is saving the dagger for later in SF6…maybe for a FANG story to tell. If FANG were to be playable, it would be cool if he utilizes his dagger for his kit. I mean, look at his new design. He lost the sleeves and have a more tight look to him. He has the design that could whip a knife out. It’s even described that he could move quickly and effortlessly in Toxicity. I’d like to see this FANG in action.

I know FANG is hated in the vast majority of the fandom and that only the truest people of culture appreciated him, but I could tell that Capcom wanted to turn him into a more appealing character for the wider fighting game audience. Why else would they give FANG his own 3-part story that showed a nuance perspective on him, have him alluded in AKI’s Battle Pass, have AKI be loving, supporting, and doing a lot of PR work for him, has a cool new look and personality, and his own story goal to revive Shadaloo? I think they want to make FANG likable in preparation to make him playable again. To some extent, I can see the parallels with how both he and Luke are handled. When Luke came out for SFV, he was HATED by the community. The only people that liked him were people who mained him, the very few fangirls at the time, and myself (I thought his backstory was interesting). People didn’t like how Capcom “pushed” him to become the new face for Street Fighter and made him top tier. Only after SF6 came out and the amount of social media posts Aleks Le made, Luke is not hated anymore from what I’ve seen. In fact, a lot of female players enjoy him along with Jamie haha. I see the same thing for FANG, but on a much smaller scale.

Those are my thoughts. Whether F.A.N.G becomes playable or not, time will tell. I just know we’ll see more of him in later dlc because of unused audio files and where the SF6 plot is going.

#street fighter #f.a.n.g #a.k.i.#a.k.i #sf6 luke #luke sullivan #sf6 #street fighter 6 #sf6 thoughts #Nguuhao #aleks le

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variousqueerthings · 2 years

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tagged by @secondclassfangirl

Rules: Post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers!

Lol, four out of five of these aren't even Cobra Kai. Thank you though, this really gave me the chance to look at how much I've written (much more than I thought I had)....

For We In Our Youth Did These Things (Kingsman) M

Summary: Eight years after the disappearance of Merlin, Roxy Morton receives a mysterious clue that could lead to the destruction of everything that she once believed in.

This is possibly my least engaged-with fic in comparison to the effort and time I put into it, and I can't say I blame people. It's a lesbian rare-pair, I didn't finish it until long after Kingsman had lost its lustre because of the horrendous sequel, it's a a tinker tailor soldier spy AU, a sequel to a different (quite intense) WWII AU, and it's very bleak and novelly rather than fanficcy. There is nothing I've written that so much encapsulates the "I Write For Me" ethos of fanfiction. I haven't read it back in a couple of years, and I'm sure I could pull out things I'll want to edit on my next read-through, but holy damn! Good Stuff! I did that! My world-building and playing with a relatively twisty-turny plot and creation of the lesbian spy drama that we deserve was fucking incredible (if I do say so myself)!

2. the language of change (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) G

Summary: When Kira - newly-appointed ambassador for Bajoran/Cardassian relations - arrives on Cardassia to see her old friend Garak, she's immediately pulled into another one of his schemes. Not everyone is as convinced of the plan as he is, so now Kira has to try not to yell, punch someone, or accidentally engage too hard in argumentative flirting.

This began a longer endeavour (that I'm not finished with) across a whole series to create a post-DS9 climate that I wish could exist in Alpha Canon, where the end of the Dominion War, the destruction of Cardassia, and Bajoran politics affect the wider story (as they damn well should). I also wanted to create a story about various different DS9 characters and their continued relationships to each other, and finally let Kira be a lesbian! So much of my DS9 HC was born out of creating this fic.

To be honest I could put several fics from this series alone on here, because I love it very, very dearly, but I think this one. It makes me feel so so happy.

3. between the devil and the deep blue sea (Peaky Blinders) E

Summary: Tommy hallucinates that Alfie is Death and almost kills him. Alfie responds by trying to choke him to death. Tommy moans and well, who is Alfie to kill something that moans so prettily, while his hands are around its neck.

This was uh... lockdown gave me so much time and I live with kinky people who enable the fuck out of me. This is my first really graphic fic and it is really fucking graphic. I did not know I had it in me. What I really love about it, was that it felt like I was really beginning to understand what kind of a writer I am with this. The ways everything is to the benefit of character study, including sex, and the way I like to create large, intricate things that reference back to themselves and include a lot of re-read gratification (I think so at least)! It gave me so much freedom to push myself and - if you're into some serious dubcon - I think it's uh... pretty hot... to pat myself on the back.

4. Smalltown Boys (The Outsiders) M

Summary: Johnny and Dally survived, but it turns out living is very different to surviving.

This one is still in-progress, but the chapters work as their own little narratives. I have wanted to write this for awhile, and it's very rewarding. I get to think about queerness in a historical context and pay little pieces of respect to queer writers of the past in various little ways (either through plot structure, modelling characters off of them, or referencing their works in the text). And of course, I get to let these two flipping live! It's also started me on a journey of reimagining texts as queer in ways that for the most part just... nudge them to the left a little, because as anyone who hangs around me for more than 5 seconds knows, I'm obsessed with the ways creators use queercoding tools without knowing it. I just think it's a very beautiful little slice of life, with the realities of queerness affecting how they move through the world.

5. Breathe With Me M

Summary: Daniel discovers that all it takes for Johnny to do as he's told is the right touch

I wanted to include something from Cobra Kai, because obviously that's my main sandbox right now, and I think it's this one, simply because it establishes how far I've gotten in my thinking about Daniel, Johnny, and Amanda so far. It's also what I wrote while I was really getting into the fandom itself, while before that I was still getting to know people. I think cementing an aro-Amanda in my head was such a breakthrough to my view of her, before that I couldn't quite pin her down, but now I get to develop her in lots of different directions (and will do so!) -- as for this Daniel and Johnny... well, everything after this is painted a little bit by this dynamic.

I think? I've seen most everyone get tagged by this? @obstinatecondolementent if you haven't been tagged, @mimsyaf if you're around and feel like it, no pressure ofc!

#cobra kai #peaky blinders #kingsman #deep space nine #thanks again #the outsiders #ds9 #st: ds9 #this was very very lovely for my brain like... holy cow ive written a lot #also that time i impulse wrote a 50.000 loosely princess bride/knight au for kingsman just because????? i HAVE to read that again #like wtf did those 50000 words entail I dontfucking remember at all #but wow I DID that?????

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august-anon · 3 years

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On Love’s Light Wings

Alright if you’ve look at my blog the past three days you’d know that I’ve been obsessively rereading Carry On/finally reading Wayward Son lol.

I wrote this inbetween finishing Carry On and starting Wayward Son yesterday, so it’s not really canon compliant with how we learn their relationship has been fairing in the interim, but who cares because that’s all pain and I’m here to write about fluff lol.

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Fandom: Carry On/Simon Snow

Ship(s): SnowBaz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Simon/Ler!Baz

Word Count: 2887 words

Summary: Simon and Baz are having a quiet moment together under the stars, and Baz discovers something interesting about Simon's wings.

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Baz

Things became a right mess, after the whole ordeal with the Mage and the goatherd (Ebb, Snow would tell me. Her name was Ebb.) and the Humdrum.

We were questioned and carted around, barely getting a chance to breathe. Everyone wanted to know what happened, and once they knew, it was time to get the kids out of the way so the adults could handle it.

I went home to my family. Snow went home with Bunce.

It was hard for a while, getting a chance to see each other. Simon and I would steal moments, when we were called to meetings together. We would sneak away, hold hands. Sometimes we would kiss.

But Simon had drawn back. I wasn’t surprised, with everything that had happened, I would’ve been more surprised if he hadn’t. But he drew into himself and wouldn’t come back, and I didn’t know how to help. Kisses were chaste and brief, hand-holding was tight and desperate, and most everything else was off the table.

He’d flinch away from my touch anywhere else.

It had hurt, but I had spent nearly half my lifetime hurting for Snow. I could do it a little while longer. And my patience paid off. Snow healed, albeit slowly. He started letting us -- me and Bunce, he had even shut her out after everything -- back in. I was able to see him more often, sneaking away from Watford for the weekends. I was allowed to place my hand in the middle of his back, on his neck, his stomach, his sides, his legs.

But there were two things I could never touch (or maybe it was three, if you counted them as separate limbs), that no one could ever touch, and frankly, I couldn’t find it in myself to blame Snow for that. His wings and his tail were a delicate matter. A harsh reminder. I teased him about them once and he didn’t speak to me for three weeks. I’ve learned my lesson now, I won’t tease him about them until he’s ready.

We’re curled up on the hood of my car, now, the echoing heat of the previously-running engine keeping us warm in the chilly early-spring night. Well, keeping Snow warm. Vampires don’t need to keep warm like humans do. We’re already so cold.

I’ve got my arms wrapped around him -- in the middle of his back, carefully placed in the space between where the bases of his wings end and where his tail sprouts from his tailbone -- and he’s got his head on my chest and we’re staring up at the sky. I don’t think either of us has said anything since we got situated on the hood, but I don’t mind, and I doubt Simon does either.

Instead I sigh -- it ruffles his curls, makes them tickle my nose, but I don’t mind -- and pull him even closer.

Simon

I don’t think Baz knows he’s doing it. He’s got his hands between my wings and my tail -- and that’s something I’ve really appreciated these past months, Baz doesn’t push like Penny does, he doesn’t even ask when I’m going to let him touch them -- but they’re brushing up and down. I think it's a subconscious movement, because his fingers keep bumping against the base of my wings and he isn’t even reacting. Normally, he gives them a much wider berth.

I’m trying to hold still. I don’t want to break the moment, it’s peaceful and calm and quiet and everything we haven’t been able to have in a very long time, but it feels weird and it’s hard not to squirm. If I squirm, though, Baz will pull back. And he’ll ask questions. And maybe he won’t want to hold me again because he’ll be afraid of touching my wings -- not that Baz is afraid of much of anything.

But the thing is, maybe Baz isn’t afraid. Maybe he thinks my wings and tail are as weird and inconvenient as I do. Maybe he’s disgusted by them, and that’s why he’s never pushed to touch them like Penny has. Maybe he’s just being nice by staying with me as I mope around with these mutations sprouting from me.

No, that doesn’t make sense. Baz isn’t nice.

But what does make sense about our relationship?

Baz

Snow’s been slowly tensing up for minutes now. I can’t tell if he’s upset about something or just uncomfortable, and it’s infinitely harder to tell without being able to see his face. I wish I could sweep my hands up and down his back to let him know that it’s okay, but I’m not allowed to touch his wings and I’m not going to push.

Not like Bunce. I saw him shout at her the other week. Her curiosity is going to get her in trouble someday -- as if it already hasn’t.

But the thought does draw my attention to my hands, and I realize that they’re already moving. I don’t know how long they’ve been moving for. And I freeze when my fingertips brush against the base of Snow’s wings.

That’s why Simon’s been so tense.

Simon flinches when I freeze, and I try to calculate how big of a mistake I just made. I pull my hands away like I’ve been burned and Simon flinches again, this time pulling back from me.

I never apologize -- Pitches don’t apologize -- but for Simon I just might.

For Simon, I just might do a lot of things.

Simon’s bottom lip is drawn between his teeth when I’m able to finally get a glimpse of his face. He looks nervous and upset and confused, and I’m not sure what to do with that combination. Before all of this, I might’ve pushed. Tried to make him cry, upset him in every way possible because it was the only thing I knew how to do aside from love him.

I’m trying to learn how to do new things now, though.

“Simon,” I start, and he meets my eyes at the use of his first name. “I--”

But he doesn’t let me finish. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and blurts out his words like they’re vomit. Simon’s never been good with words, and that hadn’t changed in the months that they’d been dating.

“You-can-touch-them-if-you-want-to,” he says, and his words run and slur together like alphabet soup. I can barely understand him.

I stare at him, to make sure he really means it. To make sure he doesn’t feel like me or Bunce have pressured him into it, that he’s really giving me permission. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have cared. But once upon a time, Simon didn’t love me back, and I wouldn’t go back to that time for anything.

“Unless--unless you don’t want to,” Simon tacks on, and I know what I have to do.

Instead of answering him, I slowly raise up a hand. Simon’s wings twitch and fan out, but they’re trembling like they want nothing more to squeeze back shut against his back. I move a little faster so they don’t do that before I get there.

His wings feel exactly like I expected them to. Warm and leathery. They don’t hum with magic like I expected them to, but that makes sense, because Simon’s magic is gone now. He’s never going to hum again, and I’m okay with that.

I still don’t know if he is.

Either way, he’s still my Simon.

His wings twitch more at my touch, my fingertips dragging across them. Simon makes an odd face in response, all scrunchy and kind of confused.

“All right, Simon?” I say, and it comes out softer than I meant it to.

Simon doesn’t acknowledge that. He nods. “It feels weird.”

I tilt my head. “Weird how? Weird bad?”

Simon shakes his head. “Just weird.”

I roll my eyes and make my touch a little firmer. As I continue to trail my hand across the wing, the angle gets awkward, and my touch becomes more fingernails than fingertips. Simon’s eyes bulge wide out of his head and he squeals. For the second time that night, I rip my hand away as though I’ve been burned.

“Simon?” I ask.

But Simon’s not listening to me. His eyes are locked on the wing I was touching, wide and nervous. I can’t tell if I hurt him. It’s frustrating. I don’t want to hurt him, anymore.

Simon

This is absolutely unfair. I’d managed to hide it from Baz all these years. Penelope knew -- then again, Penny knew everything, it seemed -- and Agatha suspected, but Baz never knew.

His former mortal enemy, Simon Snow, is horribly, unbearably, stupidly ticklish. (And he maybe didn’t mind it as much as he would pretend to).

And of all the things to reveal that secret, it had to be my wings. Because it wasn’t enough that the rest of me was ticklish enough that a stray poke would send me rocketing into the ceiling, my magical wings were ticklish enough that Baz’s fingertips almost sent me flying away.

“Simon,” Baz says, and something tells me it isn’t the first time he’s said it. “Are you all right?”

And I want to deflect. I want to say it felt weird, or it hurt, or literally anything but the truth, but I can’t. Because Baz’s eyes are filled with guilt -- and I’ve gotten better at that lately, reading Baz’s emotions in his eyes when he refuses to show what he’s feeling on his face -- and I know he’s beating himself up over it. He probably thinks he actually hurt me.

“Fine,” I say, then I start stammering. I finally manage to force out, “Just tickled s’all.” I immediately regret it.

Baz looks like the cat who caught the canary.

Baz

Ticklish.

Simon Snow is fucking ticklish, and I never had any clue.

It makes sense why I didn’t, we were enemies after all, and that wasn’t exactly the kind of weakness you want your enemy to know. I don’t know if I would’ve used it against Snow if I had known, though. It was a rather intimate thing to do, and I had been in the business of touching him as little as possible unless it was a punch. Touching him could be quite painful, back when I was hopelessly in love with him.

It’s not quite so hopeless anymore.

I can hardly move fast enough in my excitement to know more. My hand instinctively goes for his wing, seeing as that’s what I’d been touching when I found out, but I stop just short of touching it. I’m not sure if touching it is still allowed.

Simon’s wing twitches into my touch. Based on the way Snow’s eyes go wide, I’d say that action wasn’t entirely under his control. Seems the wings have a bit of a mind of their own, or maybe they acted off of Snow’s subconscious impulses.

But I don’t care either way. Bunce could solve that mystery, she’s the one who likes to do that sort of thing.

All I care about is exploring this new world Snow’s opened up to me.

I trail my nails across Simon’s wing again and it twitches violently as he squeals again. I wiggle my nails with a little more purpose against the leathery skin and Simon breaks into actual giggles. A hand flies up to cover his mouth and I reach out and grab it with my free one, interlacing our fingers.

“None of that,” I say. “I want to hear you.”

“Baz!” Simon squeals, but I ignore him.

I decide that wiggling my fingers around aimlessly is going to get me nowhere. No, I need to seek out the real sensitive spots. I try to pull back the hand I’m holding Simon’s with, but he squeezes it tight in his grip. He’s probably realized what I plan to do with it. He always was good at sensing when I was plotting (though I suppose it’s not that hard when the answer is all the time).

It doesn’t matter though, because I can do what I want just as well with one hand. Simon doesn’t seem to realize he has a second hand fully capable of stopping me. It’s flailing around uselessly, and it’s disgustingly adorable.

Simon’s giggling gets louder and more frantic as I spider my nails up his wing, moving towards the base of it at his back. I can’t help the grin that comes to my lips, I just hope it doesn’t look as soppy and lovesick as I feel. Not that Simon would notice, his eyes are too scrunched up with laughter. His nose, too.

Once again: disgustingly adorable. It makes me sick.

Simon’s laughing deep from his belly, now, not just giggling anymore. It’s still getting worse the higher I go, so I don’t change directions. He actually wails in laughter when I get to the inside curve of his wing (it’s almost like an armpit, but for wings. Wingpit?), squirming so frantically that he collapses back into my chest. I can’t help but laugh with him.

I’ve heard Simon laugh before, but it’s gotten rarer and rarer as the years have passed. I haven’t heard it at all since the incident with the Mage and Ebb and the Humdrum, and it’s a refreshing sound. It’s like when you’re parched and you’re finally given a cold glass of water. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until hearing it again.

Simon

Baz’s fingers are driving me mad. The touch is so light and teasing, it’s making my skin crawl. There are goosebumps all up and down my arms, and they’re not from the cold. I wish he would move to a different spot, or make his touch firmer, or something. It’s torture. The best kind

I can barely breathe through my laughter, with the new sweet spot he’s found, and my stomach aches with the force of it. It’s invigorating. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I laughed until Baz forced it out of me. Not that I really minded.

I feel like I’m flying.

He’s laughing with me now, too, and it only makes me laugh harder. It’s not his usual sneering, cocky laugh that he always used to give me back in school, back before our truce. It’s more like the laugh he gave me when he was drunk -- or drunk on my magic -- light and bubbly and a little bit rough, like it’s out of practice.

Maybe I should tickle him back sometime. Get it back into practice.

But that’s the last coherent thought that I’m able to have before Baz’s fingers find a sweet spot inside the sweet spot. I’m lost to my cackling, the only thing on my mind being Baz’s tickling fingers. I wonder if it’ll drive me mad.

Baz

Snow’s laugh used to make me want to throttle him. Or at least punch him. It was just another reminder of what I couldn’t have, what I would never be able to have. Because Snow was my enemy and he was dating Wellbelove and we were going to kill each other someday.

Now, his laugh just makes me want to kiss him. It did that before, too, but I always buried it beneath the urge to beat on him. I’m allowed to kiss, now, though, and so the urge to punch him is gone.

I feel like I’m floating.

And I really want to kiss him.

But he’s probably bound to run out of air, and I think it might be a little difficult to kiss his open, laughing mouth (even as much as the idea of swallowing his laughter into my own lungs is enticing), so I pull away. Simon goes boneless against me, panting and giggling, his wing still twitching from my lingering phantom touch. They furl up protectively against his back, and I get the urge to kiss them, too.

Maybe later.

For the time being, I satisfy myself with pressing my lips against Simon’s own, now that his breath has somewhat returned. Simon wastes no time in kissing me back, still with far more finesse than I can manage. I’m learning, though, and I’m clearly making progress based on the heady little noises he makes into my mouth.

I don’t need alcohol to feel drunk, or even Simon’s former magic coursing through me. I could get intoxicated on Simon alone. Not that I’d ever let him know that, he’d use it against me every chance he’d get. And I’d let him.

We spend the rest of our evening kissing under the stars, long after the hood of the car has gone cold under us. Simon’s wings wrap around us like a blanket, warm and smooth, and we keep kissing. The stars twinkle above them, painting beautiful shadows across Simon’s face. I trace them with my lips.

I have to be back at Watford in the morning. Simon has to be back at the Bunce’s before they notice he snuck out with me (though I imagine Penelope herself likely already knows). The world outside the little bubble we’ve created here continues to turn round, but we don’t have to rejoin it just yet.

For now, it can just be Simon and me, and everything can be all right.

#tickle fic #My writing #carry on tickling #lee!simon #ler!baz #ticklish!simon #carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #Wing!fic

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retrievablememories · 4 years

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baby of mine | johnny

title: baby of mine pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: angst, some fluff request: “Can I request a Johnny and his wife fighting because his ex came to them saying she’s pregnant because when she and Johnny were dating they had been trying for a baby and then they broke up. He met his black wife and got married a year later and now his ex is pregnant making his wife upset and feeling like a side chick instead of his wife. Thank you” word count: 3.5k warnings: mentions of infidelity, some racial microaggressions, mentions of racism, talk of conceiving a/n: did not have the heart to make my mans a cheater so i went with the 2nd plot point i suggested for this request lol, if you want something different let me know anon

As you’re cooking breakfast one morning, Johnny comes up to you and hugs you from the back, wrapping his arms around your torso. One of his hands settles on your stomach as he does so.

“Good morning, dear wife,” he mumbles, still a bit sleepy. He presses his cheek to yours. His skin is warm from being underneath the covers all night, and the strands of his soft hair tickle your face.

“Morning, baby.”

You think he’s gonna go sit at the table after he gets his usual morning hug, but he keeps clinging to you and subtly pressing his body against yours. Raising your eyebrows, you have to ask. “What are you up to, Johnny?”

“Nothin’ much,” he answers, “just wondering when you’re gonna let me put a baby in you.”

You turn to look at him, feigning shock. “God, it’s so early in the morning and you come to me with this. At least let me finish the food...” You laugh, embarrassed but also lowkey delighted at his comment.

“Oh, you love it though. You’ll love it even more when we actually start trying.”

“Well, it’s not like I don’t already.” You snort. “Stop being horny and go sit at the table, though. I don’t need you making me burn this food.” You try to shoo him with your free hand, though he only takes that hand so he can lay a kiss on the back of it.

“I always aim to please.” Johnny snickers, taking a piece of bacon off the plate on the counter.

You’ve only been married for a year at this point, but this kind of playful banter about having kids and building a family together is not unfamiliar to you. Johnny is definitely the type of man who’s always dreamed about having a family of his own, and he’s not secretive about it. With so much love to give, he’s more than eager to shower it on the people closest to him.

Jaehyun and his girlfriend have just had their first kid, which has only stoked Johnny’s enthusiasm, but you’re still waiting for a time when you feel truly ready to take that leap. After all, having kids is no easy matter, and the last thing you want to do is jump into it without a clue. Johnny is fine with waiting for however long you want, though there are undoubtedly some times when you wish you could be more responsive to it.

Still, you are ultimately happy with your marriage and are looking forward to the day when you can finally add a new member to the family.

There’s a knock on the door one evening, and you wonder who it must be. You weren’t expecting anyone today, and neither was Johnny—that you know of. You go to the door and peek through the peephole, and you’re even more confused at what you see.

When you open the door, a woman is standing there with a baby carrier and a diaper bag. It’s not just any woman, though—it’s Johnny’s ex-girlfriend, Jihyun. The one he dated before meeting and marrying you.

You both stare at each other in silence for a few moments. You’re so surprised by her presence at your doorstep and the baby carrier she has that you forget to ask what she’s here for—and she seems equally shocked to see you.

Finally, Jihyun appears to remember what she came for and asks, “H-hi, does John Suh live here?”

“Yes...why?”

“There are some things we need to talk about…” Her eyes drift to the baby carrier, and your whole world pauses.

“Things?”

As if on cue, Johnny comes up behind you with a concerned look on his face, recognizing the sound of his ex’s voice. He stops in his tracks a little ways from the entrance when he sees what she’s brought along with her. “Jihyun? What are you doing here?”

Her expression when she sees him is hard to read, though a nervous energy radiates from her. Her nervousness seems to transfer to you, and the back of your neck prickles with sweat. “John...um, hi, I just needed to talk to you--” Her words break off as she struggles to think of what to say. “I’m sorry to spring this on you like this, but we have to talk about our child.”

You and Johnny both speak at the same time.

“What?”

“Our child?”

You’re completely frozen now, and Johnny slides in beside you, opening the door wider. “Jihyun, this isn’t funny. Don’t come here with this shit—”

“I-it’s not a joke.” She reaches in the diaper bag hastily and pulls out a manila envelope. “I thought you’d ask about this, so I got a paternity test.”

Johnny takes the folder from her and opens it to look at the papers inside, but he’s clearly not pleased. “You thought? I’m sure.” You already knew that Jihyun had cheated on him; it was something he told you near the start of your relationship. They were trying to start a family around the time he found out, which made the blow all the more painful for him.

Back then, you didn’t give much thought to the idea that they actually might’ve been successful. They never contacted each other again after breaking up, and you reasoned that she would have reached out if she was ever pregnant.

Apparently, life is never that simple or easy.

You’re still unsure how to respond to any of this. Even if you wanted to react, you’re still too shocked to do anything but stand there and wait for Johnny’s response.

Unfortunately, his reaction doesn’t make you feel any more reassured. He’s quiet for a while as he looks at the papers, and he seems to age 5 years in just that timespan. He presses his lips together into a thin line, his forehead creasing.

Finally, he hands the papers to you and looks at Jihyun. You almost drop them in your rush to read what they say, but the answer is incredibly clear. A baby girl named Youngmi, with a 99.9% DNA match. “We do need to talk.”

The atmosphere in the living room is tense and awkward. You and Johnny sit on the couch while Jihyun sits on the other sofa in front of you, the baby carrier beside her. It’s been covered the entire time, and you still don’t have a clue what the baby looks like. The rational part of you figures she must be sleeping, although there is the undeniably petty part that suspects there is no baby and this is all a setup.

“How did you even find me?” Johnny asks, not very thrilled at Jihyun now knowing his new address.

“A mutual friend told me.” She doesn’t expand on who gave the information, which makes you raise your eyebrows. “They told me you’d gotten married, too. But they never mentioned that your wife was…?” Jihyun looks at you curiously, and you feel put on the spot like an object. It’s the elephant in the room that never fails to make itself known—why did you marry a black woman?

“Was what?”

“Jihyun, don’t do this. You’re already walking a thin line. I didn’t let you come in here for this.” Johnny already knows that it isn’t hard for you to reach your breaking point, and he hopes this won’t go completely left before he gets answers. He still needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

You throw in for good measure, “You aren’t going to come in my house and disrespect me. Check yourself.”

Jihyun is taken aback at being reprimanded by both of you and turns a little pale at being called out for her rudeness. “U-um, of course, sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

If you didn’t mean it you wouldn't have said it, you think to yourself, still stewing with anger.

“Explain all of this,” Johnny says. His tone makes it clear that it’s not a request.

Jihyun takes a moment to get herself together and starts speaking again. “Well, you know how our relationship ended. I found out I was pregnant soon after that, but…” Her hands fidget in her lap. “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought...you were really angry back then, Johnny. I thought you’d hate me even more than you already did. Or wouldn’t accept the baby anymore.”

Johnny’s shoulders slump a little. “You didn’t think I would want my own child?” He is clearly hurt by the idea of this.

“I don’t think I have the right to blame you for being angry. I was wrong. But I didn’t want to make things worse. I really believed it would just be better to start all over and raise the baby myself.” Her eyes stay glued to the floor as she says, “I...wasn’t entirely sure if it was yours, either, so I decided not to tell you.”

Johnny’s body tenses at the mention of her transgression, though he doesn’t speak. He merely sits and waits for her to continue talking.

“I thought I could do it all on my own, and it would be fine. The other guy...he left soon after I told him. Then the baby got here, and...none of it’s been easy, but I really have been struggling these past few months.” Jihyun looks up at him now, a pleading expression on her face. “I would rather not have to ask you for child support, but...I need some help, Johnny. And I’m truly sorry I kept this from you.”

Johnny puts his head in his hands and runs his fingers through his hair, looking distressed and overwhelmed by all of this being unloaded on him at once. “This has come practically out of nowhere, Jihyun.”

She appears to take offense to that particular statement; maybe she thinks he’s referring to the baby that way. “I don’t know if I’d call it out of nowhere. We both knew the possibilities when we were trying for a child.”

“You can’t be serious,” you blurt out, laughing out loud although it’s not really funny. You’re more astounded than amused at the irony and ridiculousness of her saying that. Jihyun glances at you unhappily, though she doesn’t meet your glare for very long.

Johnny is equally bristled by her words, and you can feel him tensing up more beside you. “And you could’ve thought about that before fucking another man and then hiding my own child from me—”

The conversation is interrupted by Youngmi, who has apparently woken up and is now whining for attention. You can see her little feet kicking against the cover of the carrier. Jihyun hurriedly turns the carrier around to put the cover down and pull the child out. She looks to be around 9 months.

Youngmi is quickly quieted by being fed her bottle. Her eyes are big with curiosity as she looks around the room—at Jihyun, Johnny, and you. Johnny’s anger at his ex becomes subdued after seeing the baby, and his mouth drops open a little in surprise.

Johnny finds himself unable to take his eyes away from Youngmi after Jihyun takes her out of the carrier, and he leans forward a bit to get a closer look. He’s secretly itching to get closer, though he isn’t quite sure how to bring that up after cursing his ex out. Fortunately for him, she already knows what he wants. After the baby is done drinking, she carefully offers, “Do...you want to hold her?”

You watch to see what Johnny will do. You know he very well won’t refuse his own child, and you don’t expect him to, but you also don’t know how you should feel. He glances at you somewhat apologetically, sensing your unhappiness, but nods and holds his arms out for Youngmi. Jihyun settles the baby in his arms when he does.

Youngmi doesn’t start crying in the presence of an unfamiliar person like most babies do; maybe she somehow knows he’s her father. You almost want to laugh again at that, feeling like you’re going to lose your mind.

Johnny looks down at his daughter’s face as she drools and clenches and unclenches her small fists. She’s smiling as she looks up at him, though you don’t know if that’s because she’s happy at just being fed.

Something in Johnny’s heart immediately softens, and he feels himself drawn to her. Even without the paternity results, he can certainly tell that she has his same bow-shaped lips.

In any other circumstance you would’ve felt moved by this interaction, but now you only experience the creeping dread of being replaced. Not by the baby, but by Jihyun. What if she’s suddenly at your house all the time after they decide to co-parent? That can’t happen. You can’t tolerate having this woman up in your house on a regular basis, but letting Johnny spend a bunch of time at her place is completely out of the question. You know he hasn’t wanted anything to do with her since they broke up, but you can’t get rid of the fear of what could happen if Johnny gets close to her again.

You try to convince yourself there is no way he’d ever consider going back to her after she betrayed him. Your doubts are killing you, though. Jihyun has already given him the one thing he’s always wanted most, and you suddenly feel very abandoned and empty. Almost like their relationship never ended and you’re simply trespassing.

“She’s very pretty,” Johnny says, smiling down at the little girl.

Your heart is being torn to shreds. “Sorry, I—uh, forgot something.” Without looking for their reactions, you get up from the couch and go up to the bedroom you share with Johnny. There, you sink to the floor and stay there for what feels like hours, your forehead against the carpet as you struggle to gather your thoughts.

You don’t know how much time actually passes, and you know Johnny must be wondering what you’re doing, but he eventually comes up after you. By then, you’ve gathered yourself somewhat—at least physically—and are sitting on the bed.

Johnny stands in the doorway, looking hesitant, tired, concerned, and maybe even a little happy, all at once. He opens his mouth and then closes it back shut, searching for the right words. “I didn’t think...she never said anything…”

You still feel like you’re being pierced straight through. There’s no denying that you still love Johnny, but you don’t know where things can go from here. The only tiny bright spot you can find is that at least he didn’t cheat on you. A laugh of sick irony bursts out of you, and Johnny seems concerned about whether you’re having a mental breakdown.

He steps into the room, sitting beside you on the bed. You’re not sure if you want to be next to him right now—or if you want to accept the hand that’s reaching for your shoulder—so you stand up and walk aimlessly to the dresser. “Are they still downstairs?”

“No, I told her we can work out all the details soon...but that now wouldn’t be a good time to stay.”

Work out the details? Which means more contact. But that was going to happen anyway. Here come more thoughts of him at her place, her at yours, a little family that doesn’t include you—

“But how are you going to get in contact with each other?”

“...I gave her my number.” Johnny is hesitant, like he thinks this maybe isn’t the right answer. Or at least not the one you want to hear. “There wasn’t much else I could do…and I doubt you want her coming back up here anytime soon.”

You don’t think very deeply about the repercussions of what you say next; you’re too consumed by your panicked thoughts. “Maybe we should separate.”

Johnny stands up now too, his eyes almost comically big. “Separate?”

You throw your hands up. “You were with her long before me, and now you have a baby with her. Surprise! What’s stopping me from being the lonely sidechick in this scenario? A stupid ring?”

Johnny looks wounded at that, and you wonder how much more pain will be inflicted on both of you before the day is over. “Our marriage is more than a ‘stupid ring’ or a slip of paper. You told me you loved that ring.”

“I did, and I do, but what does any of it matter anymore?”

“Aren’t you being overdramatic?! Do you truly think I’d leave you over this?” Johnny can feel himself getting more upset, though he tries not to shout. “It’s not like I can’t co-parent with her or something. I’m not going to leave you so I can raise my child.”

“And have you both together all the time. Yeah, that sounds like a wonderful setup.”

“You seem to be forgetting that I barely want to be around her myself! Either way, Youngmi is my child Y/N, I can’t just give up on her and I don’t intend to.”

You dig your heels in, feeling like you’ve made your case and can’t turn back now, even if there is logic to what he’s saying. “Would you even still want to have children with me? You have the baby you’ve always wanted. And your ex seems like the type who wouldn’t be too thrilled if her child had some half-black siblings running around.”

“That’s terrible, Y/N. Just because I have one child doesn’t mean I can’t have more. You sound more like you don’t want to have kids with me anymore.”

“Don’t tell me that!” you shout. “I want everything with you, but you don’t see how people look at me. You’re not the one who has to deal with people thinking you’re unworthy to be with me or that I did you a favor by marrying you. No, that’s what people think of me, all the time, whether they say it or not. It’s in the things they do and how they interact with me.”

Johnny wants to speak, but he doesn’t know what to say to you. It’s not like he’s been completely unaware of your struggles, but he hasn’t heard you articulate it out loud like this before. It makes him feel like a bit of a failure that he couldn’t prevent any of it from happening.

“I just want us to be happy together, with our own family, and—and...I want people to stop looking at me like I’m some damn freak, and…” You pause for a moment to catch your breath, though you find that you can’t as tears begin welling up in your eyes.

Johnny comes closer to you when he sees the tears appearing. He hesitates to touch you, thinking you might reject him again, but when you don’t move away he takes your arms.

“Y/N, please trust me. We are going to stay together, and we’re gonna have the life we both want. I need both you and my child, and I promise we can make this work.”

“Do you think we got married too soon?” you ask him quietly. You haven’t pushed him away this time, but you’re hesitant to respond to his embrace. “Should we have done this at all?”

Johnny puts his forehead to yours, squeezing you tighter as if he could wring the pain out of you. “Don’t doubt this, please. I don’t regret any of this, not for a second.”

“I don’t regret marrying you, either, but I’m just...exhausted. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work anymore.” A few tears slip out as you say this. You wipe them away as they come, but it isn’t enough to stop the flow. Johnny uses his thumb to wipe them away. His fingers are warm against your skin, like that morning a few days ago.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know either. But we can figure this out.”

You want so much to believe him.

That night when you go to bed, your head is filled with thoughts—so many that it’s hard to get to sleep. You stare at the closed window with the night sky peeking slightly through the blinds, and you try to imagine a future with both of your families in it.

It doesn’t make you happy, but you don’t know what else to do to keep your marriage from falling apart.

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erinxneil · 4 years

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Stay with Me

This story will be based on the song:

Walk Me Home - P!nk

Primarily based on the lyric:

When I saw everything as good, but now you’re the only thing that’s good.

This was suggested by @my-own-oracle and I am super happy that you did! This was actually the most recent request that I got for this and I still have a few others i need to do, but I wanted to do this one next for several reasons. 1) The request mysteriously disappeared from my messages and was only available in the tab I still had open. 2) This song genuinely takes me back to a better time and means so much to me. 3) I just really was in the mood to write about our boy lol. Usually for these I just base these off a single lyric and write the story around that but for this one, I think the whole idea of Spencer walking the reader home and the reader asking him to stay because she doesn’t want to be alone is just super cute. Again thank you so much for suggesting this and if anyone would like for me to write a story about their ship based off a song you can send your requests anytime, the original post is here ! I was asked to write this story using the pairing Spencer and Reader from Criminal Minds!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide

Summary: Spencer comforts Reader while she’s having a tough time.

Loud music. Voices buzzing. Spilled alcohol on the floor. Someone probably throwing up in the corner of the room.

Y/N never really liked clubs, and especially not today. The team had wanted to go out to celebrate a successful case. however she didn’t really feel like partying. This particular case had struck a chord with her, and she hadn’t been able to get over it.

The killer in this scenario had been targeting the youngest siblings, manipulating them into trusting him by honing in on their feelings of insignificance in their own life.

As someone whose youngest sibling had succumbed to these feelings and taken her own life, Y/N really did not appreciate this case.

Yesterday was a year since, and it was like this was the universe’s way to keep reliving it.

“Hey, Y/N!” I glanced up from the inside of my drink, lost in thoughts, in the direction that I heard Prentiss call my name.

I forced a smile onto my face as I gazed over at her, JJ following behind. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere, why aren’t you dancing?” I laughed curtly. “I just needed a beat. The music’s getting to me.” The girls nodded. “Well, when you’re feeling better, come join us! We wanna dance with you!”

I grinned as they walked away, the smile immediately dropping the moment they fell out of sight. Sure, they were profilers, but I was exceedingly good at hiding my emotions. Practically nobody could ever tell what I was feeling, except-

“Y/N, what’s up?”

I smiled softly at the voice behind me before turning around and forcing it to grow wider. “Spence! I’m peachy. How are you?”

He raised an eyebrow, as if to say, I’m not buying it.

“In all of the time that I have known you, you have only ever said the word “peachy” twice, and both times were with sarcastic intent.”

I blinked. “Sometimes I forget you’re an actual genius with an eidetic memory.” I forced a laugh but Spencer’s face contorted as if the sound pained him.

“Do you wanna head out? I’m getting a headache from this music. Sorry to be a buzzkill, I know I’m supposed to walk you home, and you’re having so much fun but I think we should leave.” I felt the corners of my lips perk up slightly as he spoke. Spencer didn’t do subtle. While he may think he was being subtle, I knew exactly what he was doing. And I appreciated it greatly. I nodded my head, and we walked around to say goodbye to everyone, Spencer taking full responsibility for our sudden departure.

We got outside and began to walk. It was silent for a moment,both of us admiring the beauty of the sky. It was almost pitch black, few stars speckling the night sky. I glanced up at them before Spencer finally spoke.

“So,” he began, “Rough day, huh?” I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. “Me? I’m sure I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Spencer sighed. “You don’t have to play this game with me, Y/N. I know this case hit you hard, especially considering the timing, and if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine, but never feel like you have to lie to me.” I tensed. He knew. Of course he knew. He has an eidetic memory, he’s probably been watching you writhing all day, all knowing that yesterday you were forced to remember the worst moment of your life, and that the case today only amplified that.

I didn’t respond for a moment, before replying. “I was the one who found her, you know.” My voice was quiet. “I was coming home after a long day at work. I’d brought home icecream for her. I walked up to her room and-” I struggled to get the words out, my voice getting hoarse, when I felt a pressure on my hand. I glanced over at Spencer, to see his jaw locked tightly and his gaze locked forward, but his hand still rested over mine in comfort. He glanced at me quickly, a sudden softness in his eyes filled with evident concern.

I sighed. “I just wish there was something I could’ve done. I’m a profiler for gods-sake, how wasn’t I able to tell that my own baby sister was hurting?”

Spencer frowned. “You were there for her as much as you could have. And now, you’re using that to help even more people. We wouldn’t have been able to solve that case today without you suggesting that he was likely preying on the youngest siblings insecurities. That would’ve caused even more families to lose their baby sibling.”

I blinked away the tears that sprung from my eyes, trying to hide them from Spencer, but he of course noticed. His thumb began to run circles around the backside of my hand and I sighed. “Thank you, Spencer. For everything.” I glanced over at him to see him already smiling at me.

We soon arrived to my apartment. “Here, I’ll walk you up.” Spencer offered. I grinned. “Spence, you really don’t need to. You’ve done so much already-” Before I could even finish my sentence, Spencer was already walking through the doors of my apartment complex. I chuckled and followed behind him.

When we got to my room, I placed down my stuff.

“Are you alright?” He asked finally. I smiled at him. “I’m not going to break, Reid.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and warmth spread through me. “Spence, do you remember when we first met?” He nodded. “It was 492 days, 12 hours, 42 minutes and...” He checked his watch. “36 seconds ago.”

I chuckled. Of course he knew the exact date and time.

“And do you remember what happened when we met?” It was practically a rhetorical question. We both knew that he remembered. He nodded, a look of uncertainty on his face, as if he wasn’t sure where I was going with this.

“You looked at me and spouted some random fact about the probability of the occurrence of tsunami’s in the East coast, and I turned to Morgan, and I said ‘this must be the genius boy you were telling me about.’“ He smiled softly, clearly remembering. “From that moment, I felt completely at peace. It seemed as if everything in my life was going great. I had a great job, great family, and I knew I was bound to make some great new friends.”

He tilted his head, appreciating the sentiment but unsure of why I suddenly brought it up. “Sorry, I know it seems random. It’s just- seeing you roll your eyes like that, it just takes me back to that time of my life where I felt like everything was good.” I sighed. “Some days, Spence, it seems like you’re the only thing in my life that’s good anymore.”

Spencer immediately wrapped me in an embrace. “I’m always here for you, Y/N. Always.” I smiled into the crook of his neck, hugging him tighter. It was odd. I had the sudden urge to cry into his shoulder and just to have him hold me and tell me everything was going to be alright, despite the fact that I refuse to shed a single tear around anyone else.

I eventually pulled away, knowing Spencer wouldn’t have let go until I did. His hands still rest around my waist and my arms around his neck. I smiled at him and he grinned back.

He cleared his throat. “Well uh, I guess I’d better get going then-” He turned as if to walk away before i grabbed hold of one of his hands.

“Stay.”

We stared at each other a moment. My cheeks flushed, realizing the implications of what I said. I didn’t necessarily mean anything by it, I just really wanted him to stay with me tonight. “Please. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just.. really don’t want to be alone right now. If you don’t want to it’s fi-”

Spencer grabbed hold of both of my hands in his and smiled at me. “I’ll stay as long as you’d like me to, Y/N.”

I changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts, and for Spencer I grabbed a large t-shirt and sweatpants that my older brother had left here.

“I’m not sure if these will fit, but it’s probably the best I’ve got.” I glanced up from the clothes to find Spencer staring at me. I felt myself fidget under the weight of his gaze and my cheeks heated up. What was he doing? Were there stains on this shirt or something?

“Uh, Spence?” He blinked, as if ripped from a trance. “Y/N! Sorry! I just- uh.. I’ve never seen you in anything other than clothes from work.” I watched him scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, flipping his hair to cover his face. Was Spencer Reid blushing?

I grinned at the thought and handed him the clothes, which he quickly took and practically sprinted to the bathroom. I chuckled before heading in the direction of my bedroom, thankful I had cleaned the place yesterday during my day off. Spencer walked in the room shortly after and paused, observing his surroundings. He was no doubt trying to profile me, if not simply just because of instinct.

He walked over to my vinyl collection and ran his thumb over the slightly worn covers. “You like a lot of old music.” He commented. It wasn’t a question. He could tell.

I didn’t really mind him trying to profile me. He wasn’t trying to be nosy. It just allowed him to get to know me better without me even having to say a word, which I think is pretty great.

He smiled as he came across my book collection. He picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights and fingered through the pages. He probably noted the messy handwriting smudged between the margins and the creases in the pages where I had left as a bookmark. He probably noted the coffee stain on page 187, dark enough for him to realize I took my coffee black.

“Do you annotate all of your books?” I grinned. “Yeah, I like to be able to read it later again and know exactly what was going through my mind during the last time I read it.”

I heard soft laughter as he flipped through the pages of another book. “Only you would leave comments making fun of Shakespeare in the margins of Romeo and Juliet.” I chuckled.

He then came across my makeup table, which was a sight that’d make a neat freak weep. Despite having cleaned my place yesterday, when I do my makeup in the morning I tend to throw my products everywhere. I use the same three products everyday but I always manage to lose them in the box of products, so the table is a scattered array of mascara, highlight, and eye-shadow.

He turned back to face me. “Sorry for looking through your things. A persons room just tells you so much about them.” I smiled. “And what did you learn about me, Dr. Reid?”

“You’re organized in a disorganized way. You clean your place often because you dislike the cluttered feeling that you get when it’s messy, however if the place was messy you would still manage find. You’d still know where everything is and how to find it. You desire to maintain the status of olden days and are still stuck in the past in some aspects of your life. You don’t wish to move foward, as you’re scared of what the future may hold and dislike change. You thoroughly enjoy reading and reread the same books often because you like the familiarity that they offer and you aren’t unsure of the ending. I’m sure you look up spoilers to any show or movie that you watch after the first ten moments because you can’t handle not knowing.”

I stared at him. “Wise observations, Dr. Reid.” He blushed again and I laughed, throwing a pillow at him. “You’re cute. Why do you keep blushing at everything I say?”

He laughed aswell, turning slightly to shield himself from the pillow. “Leave me alone, Y/L/N!” We joked around for a bit more before we both sat on the edge of my bed in comfortable silence.

After a while, Reid sighed. “Well, I’ll go take the couch then-” I reached out and grabbed his hand as he began to sit up.

“Could you actually... stay with me?”

He turned to face me, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Is that what you want?” I nodded in response. Spencer paused for a moment longer, before smiling and agreeing. I grinned and crawled into bed and Spencer followed behind awkwardly. We glanced at each-other and started laughing.

“This isn’t weird, is it?” “A little bit, but it’s alright.” We chuckled before it soon became silent again.

“Thank you again, Spencer.” I quietly murmured.

He wrapped an arm around me in response, and I fell asleep to him whispering in my ear, “Anytime, Y/N.”

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Sorry for not posting for 2 days!! I was preparing for going on vacation and didn’t have much time. Keep sending me requests!

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kittensjonsa · 4 years

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Trophy Wife

Another day, another detective-lawyer tag team duo Jonsa AU nobody asked for lol. Has this been done before? No idea but for some reason, this was dying to get out of my system, so I just had to -so please bear with it. Or not, up to you (trigger warning below).

Summary: Sansa needs help in bringing down one of the worst criminals of the century - and save her abducted best friend. Jon, a shy elusive private investigator offers a helping hand. Sparks fly when things heat up, while going undercover. *winks*

Rated NC-17 to E for language and content. Major trigger warning for abuse (various). I am neither a lawyer nor a PI so forgive me if I get some of the terms wrong. Part One of (maybe, let’s see) Three. Enjoy! x

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Part One

Eviction. Jon hated that word. He hated hearing it, hated being threatened by it and now there it was, written all over his door on a notice in red capital letters. Fuck you too, he thought as he tore off the paper. I'll say when I'll go. This was not a time for moving houses or looking for a new place. He was busy, there were things to do and places to hide in. If only they could spare him a couple more months, that was all he needed, if the rent he owed was correct in his head. Jon had lived in his car once and he couldn't live through that again.

Besides, he was on a roll. At least, he'd like to think so. Clients were coming in and he had more jobs that he did a year ago. Of course, that was largely due to his success in uncovering the biggest scandal in all of Westeros - involving the Lannisters and a certain pair of twins who had relations with one another, in a biblical sense, or so it seemed. It did not help one bit when the Lannisters were also the family everyone loved to hate, and Jon probably did the country a huge favour when the news went public. Within days, it was reported that any Lannisters who planned to run for government office were rejected, shunned and ridiculed. So much so, that they went into hiding. Good riddance.

You reap what you sow. They had it coming, Jon told himself. And truthfully, he relished every second of it, bringing down the notorious family - such a satisfying accomplishment it was. It was just ironic that a member of the Lannister family had hired him, turning the evidence into a weapon and declaring war against the Lannister legacy. So much for a happy family.

The pay check from the Lannister job was substantial enough and managed to pay his debts that he owed but when it came to maintaining the business, the cash quickly ran out. Furthermore, it did not help that his clients would only pay once they had received proof that their suspicions were right all along, which took some time. Jon hadn't even counted his gas money and meals during stake outs or the electricity bills that soared after spending late nights playing and watching video tapes over and over. Surveillance was a costly, slow and painstaking process but essential, in getting the dough and the job done.

Maybe I'm too nice. Jon wished he had stipulated a clause in his contract that required a deposit before he accepted any assignments. But frail crying wives desperate to get out of loveless marriages were not people he wanted to take advantage of and a lawyer, he was not. If he had a therapist licence, perhaps it would be more useful in bringing in the bucks. Still, through word of mouth, steadily the business grew - apparently, spying on people was a lucrative outfit. Jon couldn't recall earning this much when he worked at his former security firm at Castle Black.

“So, you'll do it?” the gentleman asked, sliding an envelope towards him. Jon opened it and took a peek, in it had a flash drive and a rolled up wad of cash, which looked like a few thousands.

“I would. But you must know that I work best alone,” Jon agreed.

“Oh no. Not for this one. It will be difficult to crack this one without a partner.”

Smart ass. Trying to tell me how to do my job. The cash looks good though. It'll help tide over a couple of things.

“All right. So I need a partner. You have to give me some time to look for one. And that's going to cost you, you know that right?”

The gentleman smiled and drummed his fingers on the dining table. “Oh, I know that. But what if I already have a partner for you? She's ready to work on this with you.”

“She? Whoa.. back up for a second. I didn't say I needed female partner. Besides, this isn't a job for a lady, if what you told me is true.”

“Trust me, she's on board with this a hundred percent. I trust her to do the job, above and beyond.”

Jon was still reluctant. The quick and easy cash advance had come with its own conditions. “Okay. Does she have a name? I'd have to do background checks, you know and all of that, for safety reasons.”

“Of course. All you need on her is on the flash drive in there,” he pointed to the envelope Jon was resting his hands on. “Besides, she's my niece.”

“Your what? And you're okay with her getting involved?”

He nodded and turned his attention back to his newly refilled coffee. Jon couldn't believe his ears. What kind of uncle are you?

“She feels as strongly about this than just about anyone. Maybe more. And she volunteered. I suppose she has her reasons. How can I say no that?”

“Yeah... but we're investigating an alleged sex ring. Are we not? Seems a little inappropriate, don't you think?” Jon whispered as he leaned in, wondering what kind of shenanigans people are up to these days.

Jon watched as he put down his mug and adjusted the glasses that sat low on the bridge of his nose. He didn't strike Jon as a sleazeball, the kind who would sell and pimp anything or anyone to make a buck. He was mysterious yet friendly, sophisticated yet ruggedly worn, as if he had seen enough ills in his lifetime.

“A human trafficking ring, to be exact. We've been trying to go after them for years but they get away with it every time. You know why? Because all evidence pointing to them were ruled inadmissible. Come on, you've read about it in the papers, on the news. Day in, day out we built the case and every time we find something worthwhile, another detail or another statement comes up and render the leads useless.”

It was true. It was all over the media - the Boltons and the Freys accused of allegedly running an illegal sex trade. But to Jon, it seemed that there was all there was to it. People wanting to have a bit of fun at a party isn’t that new or illegal, he thought, even though he depised the Boltons and the Freys as much as the next decent guy on the street. Unless of course, if the ring was made up of abducted girls or worse, minors. That would truly be despicable and one that warranted medieval torture and capital punishment. This is going to be quite the undertaking, Jon suddenly realised.

“Have you considered going to the police... or your client going to the police for help? Instead of a private investigator.”

Jon waited for an answer as both their eyes met, one was smiling and the other was not.

“You don't think the police isn't involved in this? Not investigating, no that. We have reason to believe that members of the police are themselves the perpetrators. I'm talking high ranking officials, son. So, you see why we have to.. approach this in another way.”

“Okay, I see your point. All right then. I'll need to meet this niece of yours, so I can clue her in on how to go about this. Though, I'm not sure how it'll work.”

“I am sure you'll try your best. Believe me, Jon, if we win this case, it'll be the biggest one yet. It's something greater than all of us. It's for the greater good. I can't quite discuss names or details than what I've just told you or who my client is but the money? There's more where that came from. Here's my card, should you need anything.”

Jon looked at the name card. “ Well, you sold me there. We'll be in touch, Mr Stark.”

“Likewise, Jon. Oh, and call me Ben. I hope to hear from you soon.”

Jon watched as Benjen Stark left the diner and into his Mercedes, as he contemplated his next step. This was a big job, and Benjen was right, he probably could not handle it alone. Still, Jon was curious and intrigued, wondering whom his partner was.

Jon jolted up from his bed when the doorbell rang. It was only eight in the morning and Jon did not recall ordering anything that required an early morning delivery. Ugh, what..

Jon stumbled out of bed, clad only in yesterday's jeans and stepping on notes scattered everywhere in his room. His living room wasn't spared either, with boxes of carefully labelled tapes stacked haphazardly in every corner.

“Jon Snow? Hi, I'm Sansa Stark. My uncle.. he spoke with you yesterday..”

Jon rubbed his eyes and squinted at the blurry figure in front of him. His eyes were stubbornly still asleep. Slowly but gradually, in the few minutes that it took for Jon to recover from his sleep-ridden stupor, his vision came round and found himself gazing at a tall redhead standing before him. Whoa.. okay.

“Bad time? I can come back later,” she said, sheepish at the sight of a sleepy half naked man yawning at her.

“No.. wait. You're the niece? Of Benjen?” Jon said, as memories from last night's meeting came to mind.

Sansa nodded. “The very one. He says I'll be working with you. On the case?”

It was way too early to be discussing details about work or anything, really and Jon needed a cup of good strong black coffee to stay awake. Shouldn't have read the file at three in the morning.

“Right. Come on in.” Jon opened the door wider as he led her into the living room. Sansa accepted the invite, albeit with caution as she stepped in, carefully steering clear of the boxes and files around her.

“Pardon the mess, I don't get visitors much. Coffee?” Jon apologized as he helped himself to a cup of chilled coffee from the fridge. It was a norm now, keeping coffee from the night before, to save money. It didn't taste as good as freshly brewed coffee but it woke him nonetheless.

“Uhh.. no thanks. Water's fine.”

Jon watched the lady seated on his couch waiting politely for him to finish. He had gone through the file on her as Benjen had given. Graduated with honours at the top of her class at University of Westeros' Law School. Interned for two years at one of the top firms right after graduation and now a junior partner at Stark, Tully & Reed. Perhaps one of the most fascinating fact was that Sansa Stark had been on the prosecuting team in the 'Lannister vs the people' case. It was no wonder the Starks had come looking for him. He guessed he probably didn't need any further introductions, for now.

“So, how about we start about why you're here, Miss Stark,” Jon said, handing her a glass of tap water.

Sansa thanked him as she took the glass from his hand and set it down on an empty spot on the cluttered coffee table.

“Sansa, please. First of all, I apologize for not letting you know that I was coming. I did call and text yesterday but I suppose you were asleep. It was late anyway. Sorry about that.”

Jon then remembered his phone, which was now likely dead since he forgot to charge it. Oops.

“Oh, did you? Lately been trying to kind of de-plug every once in a while. But yeah, I might have fallen asleep too. Had some notes to go through and kind of forgot about my phone. My bad.”

Sansa smiled and took a small sip of water. “Oh.. that's all right. Anyway, let's start over. I'm Sansa Stark and I'll be working with you. I believe my uncle has filled you in? Pleased to meet you, Mr Jon Snow.” Sansa offered her hand.

Jon returned the handshake with a wary smile. “Pleasure's all mine. And please, Sansa, call me Jon. So, I'm guessing you know what we're working with?”

“I do. I was the one who put it together so I should know more about it than anyone.”

Benjen said he couldn't share details about who the client was and now Jon was curious. Sansa Stark seemed a force to be reckoned with - coming up and putting together a case of this magnitude could either be the ruin or the highlight of her law career.

“I see. Well, I must say I'm impressed. But you do know this can be dangerous work, right? If what your uncle says is true.”

“If it means saving hundreds from a cruel fate then I'm all for it. Besides-”

A loud rumbling growl startled Sansa to a pause mid sentence.

Jon's cheeks reddened, patting his stomach. “Umm..Do you think we could talk about this over breakfast? I.. I had a light dinner yesterday.”

Sansa bit down her lip as tried to stifle her giggle. This man is hilarious. Cute though. She didn't mind at all working alongside him. “Sure. I'm buying.”

Awesome. I don't mind it at all. Nothing more Jon loved than rich people willing to spend. But a cheap greasy diner breakfast with all the works was just what he needed right now. He can think of other fancy things later.

“I hope you don't mind. Not many fancy places around here,” Jon pointed to a booth in the diner, right in a corner where he usually sat every day and night. Grenn, the owner and chef who was also a friend and neighbour, made sure it was always empty and reserved just for him.

Sansa beamed at him, her striking blue eyes sparkling in the morning sun. “Are you kidding me? Diners are the best. The only places that helped through mid terms and finals. And man, they were gruelling. I would retreat to a diner and have a chocolate banana milkshake whenever things got a little tough. This.. is nice.”

Jon felt at ease immediately. Something told him he was going to have a great time working the case.

“So, tell me. Why 'Trophy Wife'? I mean, can't you call it what it is?” Jon asked, in between mouthfuls of bacon and French toast.

“Well, it's a code word you know. Human trafficking, sex ring.. these are terms people are not comfortable hearing, especially in public or in an office. Besides, not many people know about it and it is absolutely crucial that it stays that way. Too much information shared with anyone else won’t be good for us. Plus, I think it's also because.. it seems the victims are forced and paraded as wives of these predators. You know, so it seems legit. But that’s just a guess. I know deep down, there's nothing legitimate about it.”

“Good point.” Jon concurred, shoving the last piece of French toast into his mouth.

“You want to hear a story? We actually managed to get hold of a marriage certificate, you know, one that shared a victim's name on it. But get this - it was fake. There was no such church nor was there any minister with that name. It was a bust.”

“Yikes. Okay, so that should be proof enough right? I mean, right there is already fraud.”

Sansa sighed. “Yeah, up until someone accused us of fabricating the marriage certificate. I mean, we couldn't use it at all since it was fake. It definitely derailed the investigation for a while and it was the only promising lead we had. I believe there are still many. Out there. We just have to make sure the case won't go cold.”

Jon had to ask, seeing how fired up Sansa seemed about the whole thing. “Can I ask you something? If you don't mind my asking. Why this? I mean there are so many easier cases out there waiting.. but why this one?”

Sansa looked at him and looked away, turning towards the window.

“Jeyne Poole was twenty five years old when she went missing last year. Next month would be her seventh month missing. Her parents are worried sick and her mom had a stroke because of it. Jeyne was last seen at her place of work and that was it. She just disappeared and dropped from the face of the earth. That's not Jeyne to pull something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

Jon's furrowed brows prompted her further. “She's my age and my best friend, Jon. And no matter what, I have to search for her. Whether she's dead or alive.”

Jon was no stranger to hearing heavily personal details and he thought he could handle all the doom and gloom thrown his way, but this had him a little shaken up.

If he wasn't convinced before, he was sure as hell now. It was a dark treacherous path ahead but Sansa was a woman on a mission. And Jon knew well already, not to get in her way.

“Right. So, what do you need from me?”

It was a quiet walk back to his apartment as the brevity of the situation started to sink in. He may be a mediocre private investigator but a mediocre human being, he was not planning to be. Armed with new information and Sansa's fervour rubbing off on him, Jon was determined to find and annihilate the fuckers, if they really were the Boltons and the Freys, even better. Two less scumbags in the world would be a huge win; they won’t be missed. Sansa and him would be saving, hopefully, not just Jeyne Poole but dozens of vulnerable young women from the very clutches of evil itself.

“I can share the workload with you, if you want. You know, go over the details, help out on surveillance, research all that stuff,” Sansa suggested, as she flipped through the pages of the folder Jon had compiled. It had only a couple of handwritten notes with addresses and names along with documents he printed from the flash drive he was given. He was keen to find some kind of link and honestly, two brains were definitely better than one for it.

“Don't you have a job to attend to? I mean, I don't mind the help but I don't think it's fair that I take you away from what pays your bills. If... you do that sort of thing.”

Sansa shrugged. “One of the perks of living with your parents, I guess, is not paying bills and still having a roof over your head. I've got some money saved and since this is my case, I managed to get an expense budget for it. So, that's covered I guess.”

Jon scoffed. Rich people. “And this expense budget... is from your client?”

“I am not at liberty to say but up to you what to believe. All I know is, what we need for this case, is settled and paid for. Nothing is spared.”

Must be nice being rich.

“Well, you don't say, this client could give us a temporary office to work in, no? I mean, I don't mind doing it out if my house but-”

“You're being evicted in less than two weeks. I know. I had some checks done on you, Jon. Safety reasons, I'm sure you know. But granted, it's not ideal, But I think we may have just the place.. I mean, for the time being. Though.. it's going to take some work and I'll brief you on that soon.” Sansa offered as Jon unlocked his apartment door.

“Okay..that’s a first for me. I mean, if it’s no imposition, I-”

“Yeah, it’s totally fine. But hey love to chat but I kinda have to go. Can I take this with me? I'll make you a copy,” Sansa grabbed the folder and walked up to the door, casually glazing over the bit where he was about to be homeless soon. Damn lawyers.

“I was going to pay, you know. It's just that I had to settle other bills first,” Jon explained, though it was futile knowing who he was talking to.

“That's all right. Doesn't make you a bad person. You had priorities, it's understandable. Although if you’re planning on living in your car, I don't think all the boxes in your living room would fit.”

It didn't faze Jon how she had known about him living in his car once upon a hard time and he couldn't agree more. He couldn't exactly afford a storage unit either since the material he had was sensitive and would spell trouble if anything got lost or stolen.

“So, I'll show you the new place? You can come pick up your stuff later this weekend if you want.”

Jon found himself with renewed enthusiasm, relieved that he said yes to the assignment. Whatever tomorrow brings, he'll face it head on, with a swanky new roof over his head.

Bring it on.

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Runaway

A Royal Romance Story

Synopsis: Two years have passed since Queen Ariel vanished. Two years Liam has searched but ends up empty-handed. All that was left of her departure was a note. Could Ariel not handle being Queen or was there foul play at hand?

Will Liam find his beloved or is it a case of Ariel not wanting to be found?

Chapter 1: Gone With the Wind

Pairing: Liam x MC [Ariel]

Word Count: 2, 187 (give or take)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language (swearing)

Summary: Drake reminisces on the moment that tore is friend’s heart apart.

A/N: This is my first try at TRR fanfic so please be gentle haha.

This series will focus on these two (and the gang, of course, lol) and there might be some future NSFW and adult moments including sexual references, swearing (there might be a lot of swearing) and other violent situations (maybe). You have been warned and you consent that you are 18+ or at least mature enough to handle these themes that might be explored.

I’m not sure if this idea has been explored yet but it just popped in my head. I hope you enjoy!

If you want to be tagged please let me know :)

Thanks to @the-everlasting-dream, @pixieferry, @bobasheebaby and @lorirwrites for all your help, beta edits and/or advice! It means a lot!

Special thanks to @ernestsinclairs for your wonderful help with getting this first chapter up and ready :)

Present Day

There’s a knock on Liam’s study door and he calls for whoever it is to come in as he goes through the last of his documents after a long day of governance. It was a wonder he could get the right amount of sleep with the amount of sheer work he was dealing with on a daily basis.

He looks up as the door opens and his mouth pulls up in a small smile seeing his best friend stride in, a glass of whiskey already in his hand. Giving Liam a faint smile, Drake turns to glance down at the pile of documents on his desk.

“You still working this late? It’s past eleven. Do you ever stop?”

Liam chuckles, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, giving Drake a shrug.

“You’d think that a King would get some time to relax but evidently that does not happen. Life of a royal.”

Drake drops himself down on the couch in the corner of Liam’s study, crossing his legs at the knee, obviously at ease.

He stares at his friend, already knowing why he was pushing himself so much. He knew Liam well. Every time a worry came up, a disruption in his life, he would throw himself into his work, drowning out the troubles with stacks of papers and the bright red wax of the royal seal. It was to get away from the memories, the thinking, the ‘what ifs’, the constant worry and the heartbreak.

He hated seeing his best friend like this but there wasn’t anything he could do. They’d been powerless for a little over two years. Every lead towards Ariel was a dead end. Every person even remotely close to her didn’t provide anything that could help them.

Drake sighs, running his free hand through his hair as he took a sip of his whiskey with the other. “Don’t you think that you are pushing yourself too hard right now, Liam?”

Liam glances up and his eyes are duller than their normal sparkle. It hangs over him like a cloud over his eyes, no real light to ignite them, and the one person that could make them light up simply wasn’t there anymore. Drake would almost be angry at that fact alone but he knew that if he brought it up with Liam, he would shoo Drake out the door again. He almost always didn’t want to hear it.

Liam doesn’t answer his question but stands up and heads to his bar cart, pouring a glass of whiskey himself, the clang of ice against the glass almost deafening in the silence.

Liam turns around shrugging at his friend. He was staying silent because he knew that if he talked about it, it would rip through his heart like a thousand knives. It always did. The loss of her was always constant. The pain had never left him even after two years.

The glint of his wedding band catches his eye in the dim light of his study, and he sighs heavily. As he stares at the physical evidence of the happiest time of his life, pain lances through him again. All those memories running through his mind before he had to squeeze his eyes shut to dispel the amount of pain and hurt that was threatening to drown him.

After a while, not wanting to torture himself any longer, he glances up at his best friend and gives him a weak smile. “I have to busy myself, Drake. It’s the only way to not think about it.”

Drake sighs, but if it was out of either frustration or understanding, Liam didn’t know.

“I understand that Liam, but there is something as working too much.”

Liam moves over to the couch to sit next to Drake, running his hands through his hair and staring into the now empty whiskey glass.

Drake straightens up in the couch and leans forward, staring into the small fireplace set in the far wall next to a green fern that Ariel had placed there when she mentioned to Liam that he needed to have a colour and a little nature in his study. Liam relented because he always did. Anything to make her happy. Drake tried his best to make his words hurt less but they didn’t do the desired effect because Liam still looked like he’d been punched in the gut.

“You have to slow down and think about your health. Over-exerting yourself isn't good for you or Cordonia. It’s not good for the country if their King is teetering on the edge of exhaustion all the time. I think . . . ” Drake paused, thinking heavily before going on. He had loved Ariel - everyone had. But it had become all consuming. Drake knew why the king looked so exhausted. He always made time to find her. Everyday he’d take time out of his busy schedule to search. “ . . . I think you need to stop looking for her. She’s not coming back. She’s gone. You have to deal with that.”

Liam glances up at his best friend. For the first time in years, he can’t help but enjoy the spark of anger exploding inside his chest.

“How can I stop, Drake, when I have no fucking clue where she is in the first place? She’s my wife. And she just vanished.”

Drake sighs, already steeling himself for his angry retort. He only said this once before and that was after the first anniversary after her disappearance, the first time Liam had laid a hand on him ever since they were kids and it was all fun and games. Drake suffered two black eyes and a broken eye-socket and he vowed never to say it again.

He risked that damage now because he loved his best friend and he hated seeing him like this. He hadn’t been himself ever since he found that note that ripped his heart in two. His heart ached for Liam. He wouldn’t want to wish this on anyone.

The thought of the love of his life vanishing gave him pause and he felt a pang inside his chest. He thanked the heavens that he had a firecracker in Olivia and that he still had her with him.

They’d all seen the exact moment that Liam’s heart cracked and shattered into a million pieces, spilling onto the floor, festering into a puddle of anguish and pain.

Two Years Ago…

Liam stood with his hands clenched in a tight fist, the knuckles turning white as he sculled his whiskey, the lines of his jaw clenching.

Drake stood there with him, wanting to comfort him but knew that it would not do any good to his mental or emotional state right now.

“Liam? What’s wrong? Why did you call all of us in here?”

When Bastien had come downstairs to the palace dining room and asked him, Hana, Olivia and Maxwell to meet Liam in his master suite, they were all rightfully confused. The royal chambers belonged to the Royals. An unusual request like this couldn’t bode well.

Even so, with their hearts sinking, they complied with Bastien’s demand and all of them traipsed up the grand staircase to meet the King’s Guard.

When they all filed into the room they found Liam sitting on the bed, face still hidden, his arms resting limply on his knees as a single piece of paper hung between his fingers.

When Liam glanced up, there was a gasp from Olivia and Hana at the sight of him. To find the King of Cordonia with red-rimmed eyes and tears streaking down his face was more than a little weird and bewildering.

They were all accustomed to the stoic, reserved King to always be in place but Drake had to remind himself that just because Liam had Cordonia to look after and should always have a face of calm, passive decorum, he was also human too.

Drake stepped forward tentatively. “Liam? You called us?”

Liam didn’t say anything, just handed the note to Drake whose eyes got wider and wider until by the end his heart was breaking too, not because of what it said, but of what it was doing to Liam.

“Oh no,” Hanna said, her voice almost on the verge of tears.

“My little blossom…” Maxwell sighs as he runs a hand through his brunette hair.

Drake finally tears his gaze away from the note and meets his best friends pained eyes.

“Liam…where did you find this?”

The king remained silent as he walks to his bar cart and only filled his glass with more than a few fingers of whiskey.

“I found it on our bed. It was propped up against the pillows with this.”

Liam turns around and walks over to them and drops in Drake’s hand Ariel’s engagement ring.

Shit.

This would definitely destroy Liam if it wasn’t already.

Drake stared at the ring some more before glancing up at Liam. “But…how? I don’t understand...”

Liam scoffs, running his hands over his face, wiping away the tear tracks like they were not there in the first place.

“Beats me. I thought she was happy.”

Drake glanced down at the letter again. He couldn’t help but read it again, the words making his heart ache for his best friend.

To my dear Liam,

I am sorry that I am writing this to you but I felt like this was the only way. Before I say anything I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything in me. You are the best thing to happen in my life and I thank the stars every day that you walked into my bar that night.

Even writing this is breaking my heart because I know that after this letter, this will be the end. I know that this wasn’t what you expected and I understand if you are angry at me. I would be too but it is the only way for you to let me go. I knew that you wouldn’t otherwise.

I’ll be long gone after you get this. It’s not hard considering you are always working and that is not your fault. You’re the King of Cordonia. You have a duty to your country and the people that reside within it to do the best you can for them.

The last year has proven that and the changes and advances that you have done shine so brightly and I am so immensely proud of you, my love.

You have a determination and a drive to protect your country and to see it thrive and I admire that about you so much. It’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place. Your unquenchable desire to see it thrive and prosper and to see your people happy. You have succeeded with that. You are one incredible King but you are an even better man.

The last year as your wife and queen has been the best experience I could have ever dreamed of. You have made me so happy. So happy I could burst. The things that we have done together for this country is something that I will treasure forever. To work together as a team and brainstorm with the ideas that have come to fruition are some of our biggest accomplishments.

Being Queen was a responsibility that I understood perfectly. I knew what I was getting into when I married you. You had warned me plenty of times during the engagement tour and the Unity Tour what was to be expected. I just didn’t know how much pressure it would put on my shoulders. Maybe I’m a coward for doing this because I know I am. I want you to know that you should not blame yourself for this. This is my transgression to hold on to – not you.

There are only a few regrets that I’ll have after saying this goodbye.

The few things that I will regret is not seeing your face every day when we wake up together and marvelling at how a man such as you loves me. My regret is not kissing your lips a little longer or hugging you tight to me for just a few moments more or just drowning in your eyes that I love so much.

But there is one thing that I will never ever regret and that is you, Liam. You have been the greatest adventure of my life. You are the only thing that could break me and as I write this I almost don’t want to go but I have to. You have to understand that.

Please, please forgive me, my love.

Remember that I will always love you.

Yours forever and a day,

Ariel

The letter, the only clue to Ariel’s disappearance, remained the sole piece of her left. Clothes, shoes, jewellery, wallet, every remnant of evidence to know that she had once lived there was gone. It was a wonder she wasn’t caught.

The Queen of Cordonia had vanished, leaving a broken-hearted man in her wake and a country in mourning.

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rdale-fics--fuck · 6 years

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Young Love - Sweet Pea x Reader

Request: Can I request an imagine with Sweet Pea X a girl and it’s the 1st time they’ve having sex together (not virgins) can u include all the awkwardness lmao!!!!

Word count: 2100

Warning: smut, cussing(as always)

A/N: my first smut, and possibly my last if it’s as bad as I think it is. LOL. Leave some feedback and help a girl out.

The minute hand on the clock seemed to move slower whenever you wanted the period to end quickly. The one thing keeping you away from Sweet Pea was school, you were anticipating the final bell impatiently as you sat in your final period of the day. You let out a sigh and pulled out your phone since your lesson had ended a bit early, and decided to text Sweet Pea.

To: SP <3

Are you here yet?

You sent the texts separately and smiled to yourself when the three dots popped up soon after.

From: SP <3

Yes princess

He replied simply and you felt a blush begin to cover your cheeks. You weren’t sure why, but that nickname made you blush when he called you it.

To: SP <3

KK, see u soon, ily

The final bell rang and your class moved as a pack and exited the room, and then exited the building. You began to search for Sweet Pea and his motorcycle until you heard him rev the engine to grab your attention. This drew the attention to Sweet Pea from all of the students and you watched as they put their heads down to avoid looking at Pea the wrong way. Giggling, you walked over to him and he placed a kiss on your forehead before handing you a helmet. Slipping the helmet on, you grabbed his shoulder for support as you mounted the bike. Once you were comfortable, you gently rested your hands on his hips. “Let’s go,” He stated simply before kicking up his kickstand and riding off. You barely held onto him as you rode, watching the scenery pass by in blurs as you rode to your house. Although Sweet Pea was a serpent, your parents were reasonable people, and respected your decision to be with him. That’s why you often went to your house since Sweet Pea had not wanted to bring you to the Southside and put you in danger.

Stopping in your driveway, he put down the kickstand and turned the bike off, reaching out a hand to help you off. Placing your hand in his, you dismounted the bike and took the helmet off after, shaking your head to slightly fix your hair. “Is anyone home?” He asked you, noticing the lack of cars in the drive. You simply shrugged and tried to recall what your parents had told you this morning.

“No clue,” you concluded, walking to your front door and unlocking it. Walking inside, you slipped your shoes off at the front door and began to look around the house. “Mom? Dad?” You called out, taking a few steps up the stairs. Turning on your heel, you faced Sweet Pea and shrugged. “I guess we’re home alone.”

He breathed out a chuckle and sat on your couch. Smiling at your boyfriend, you walked over and sat next to him, turning on the tv as background noise. “How was your day?” You asked, turning your body to face Sweet Pea’s. Your conversation continued smoothly as you moved closer to him, resting your hand on his shoulder, then his arm, and then his thigh. He was very distracting in his current outfit. He was wearing a black v-neck and jeans, with his dog tags hanging. However, he was not wearing one of his many Serpent jackets, which was surprising. You watched his lips move as he spoke, drawn in by how he would lick his bottom lip and then bite it immediately after. Without thinking, you rested your hand on his shoulder, and then his bicep, going down until your hand rested on his thigh.

Stopping mid conversation, which didn’t matter because you stopped lisening, Pea leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and moved your other hand to his neck. Pulling away for mere seconds, you readjusted your body so you were straddling his lap, your knees on either side of his body.

Your lips soon returned and his hands began to explore your body, his fingertips dancing over your sides underneath your shirt. His hands moved up slowly until you lifted your arms and pulled away so he could remove your top. The shirt landed next to you both on the couch, and your hands moved to this hem of his t-shirt and you gently tugged on it and he pulled off his own shirt, tossing it by your own and you blushed and looked at him. “How about we go to my room, where we are less likely to be seen,” you offered, grabbing his hand. Once he nodded, you moved off of his lap and guided him to your room.

You sat on your bed and he sat next to you, his head moved down and his lips making contact with your jaw. His kisses trailed down until you felt a wave of pleasure and you let out a small moan. His lips remained near that area and his teeth gently grazed over the spot and he brought the skin between his lips, creating a bruise you would eventually notice in the morning. He then continued to trail his kisses, moving down your collar bone. You felt him stop and you averted your attention to him and the uncomfortable angle his body had moved to. Giggling, you laid back on the bed and watched as he crawled over top of you and returned to his previous actions. Watching as he approached your breasts, you unclasped it in the front and tossed it off to the side. Smirking to himself, Sweet Pea kissed back up to your lips, his hand trailing up your stomach until he was kneading your breast. “Fuck, Pea.” You mumbled into his lips as your hands moved to his hair, your fingers tangling in his dark locks.

After giving your chest attention, his hands made their way to your jeans and he undid the button and you helped him slide them off. Feeling vulnerable in your current state, you gently pushed on his shoulder so you both could flip positions. Once he took the hint, he laid on his back and you straddled his hips, your lips attacking his neck quickly, finding your favorite spot overtop of his serpent tattoo, giving him a few hickeys. As you continued to kiss down his neck, you hands grazed over his chest and stomach, feeling his warm, toned skin as he breathed at a quickened pace. Your hands made contact with his jeans and you started to undo them, yanking them down and setting them off the bed. You could now clearly see the outline of his cock through his boxers. Making your way back up to his lips, you brushed your hand over his bulge, pretending it was unintentional. His hips involuntarily bucked up into your touch and you saw him blush. He hated feeling vulnerable, even when he was with you. His hands met your shoulders and flipped you two over and you were back where you started, underneath him.

With a smirk, Sweet Pea sat up and grabbed your panties, slowly removing them from your body, tossing them with the rest of your clothes. You blushed and looked away from him, wishing you could cover yourself up. He had never seen you naked, and you hadn’t realized how insecure you were going to feel when he would see you like that.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, admiring your naked body. Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips against yours and pulled away, looking you in the eyes, as if promising truth from his previous statement.

Your eyes ran down his body and you reached out, tugging on his boxers, silently begging for him to remove them. Sweet Pea cocked a brow at you and made a face you couldn’t recognize. “Do you have condoms?” He blurted, a blush spreading over his face. You groaned and sat up.

“Yes, why aren’t you prepared?” You joked lightly, crawling over to your nightstand. You dug through your top drawer and tossed him a condom packet. “So, let’s continue.”

He breathily chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes at you, you could never keep a situation serious for long. Placing the condom packet between his teeth, he removed his boxers and kicked them off the bed and winked at you. “Like what you see?”

Laughing, you shook your head and winked back. “Maybe you could convince me.”

Setting the condom to the side, you felt his hand trail up your thigh until he reached your core. You bit your lip and moaned at the anticipation of his touch. WIth one finger, he dragged his finger top from your entrance to your clit, feeling how wet you were.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,”

You then felt two fingers enter you, Sweet Pea pumping them in and out, curling them as he reached your g-spot. With your hands gripping the sheets, you moaned his name, begging for more. He added another finger and slowed his movements teasingly.

Suddenly, you felt empty and you noticed he had removed his fingers and grabbed the condom wrapper. In a rush, he removed the condom from the packaging and slid it on his throbbing length. “Like what you see, now?”

Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, spreading your legs a bit wider as an invite. Without hesitation, Sweet Pea began to thrust into you, placing one hand by your head while he gripped the headboard with the other. His thrusts were slow, his head thrown back while he moaned. “Fuck, princess, you’re so tight.”

You closed your eyes and writhed underneath him, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Faster, Pea,” you breathed. Complying, his thrusts moved faster, your bed shaking and you moved one hand down to your clit. Your hand moved rapidly, rubbing against the bundle of nerves while he fucked you. “Fuck, I’m really close.”

Sweet Pea moaned and leaned down until his lips were next to your ear, “then cum for me, princess.” He pushed you over the edge and you dragged you nails down his chest, while he slowly thrusted in and out of you until he came in the condom. Your arms went limp by your sides as you breathed heavily. Sweet Pea removed the condom and tied it off, tossing it in your trash can. You began to relax until you heard the sound of your parents entering the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Get dressed, and uh… I’m not sure” You rushed, gathering your clothes quickly, tossing them on in a rush. You moved to your mirror and fixed your hair, making sure you didn’t look like you just had sex. Grabbing a sweatshirt, you threw one on so you would hide your new hickeys. “Come down in a few minutes, act like you were taking a nap.”

Your parents called your name and you walked out of your room, venturing into the kitchen to meet up with you parents. “Yes?”

“Oh! I thought we saw Sweet Pea’s motorcycle outside, is he not here?” your mom asked curiously.

You shook your head, recalling the story you gave Sweet Pea, “he’s here, he was tired so he took a nap upstairs.”

Your mother nodded and set her purse on the countertop. “Well, whenever he wakes up, tell him he is welcome to stay for dinner tonight.”

Smiling at your mom, you watched as she moved to go sit on the couch and you covered your mouth when you saw yours and Sweet Pea’s shirts still sitting where you left them. As she sat down, she turned her head and looked confused at the pile of shirts and looked at you suspiciously. You felt your face warm as a blush covered your face and you rushed by, grabbing the two shirts before running up the stairs.

“How about we go to your house tonight?” You asked Sweet Pea as you rushed into your room, feeling nervous about your mother’s potential reaction.

Sweet Pea looked at you confused, “sure… is everything okay, princess?”

You nodded and held up the two shirts, tossing his to him. “Yes, let’s just go. I don’t need to have any sort of sex talk with my mom.” He laughed and slipped his shirt on. Waiting until you heard your mom’s footsteps to presumably go to her room, you both bolted out of the house. You laughed and got onto his bike and he rode off, taking you both to your house. While you thought you were stealthy, your mom watched as you left, smiling and shaking her head at the young love.

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themarionetteanovel · 3 years

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Chapter Twenty-Eight - Writing Style

The waterfall was scenic, but not nearly as impressive as Adam had led her to expect. She’d seen wider streams in a Koi pond. Maybe during the spring runoff it was worth the trek. She still enjoyed the long walk in the woods, and posing for selfies on the wooden bridge. She liked that Adam was more into outdoors activities than Dave had ever been. She was finally starting to feel close to him.

All through their meal at the pizza joint Claire debated telling him everything. About the marionette and the flask, about the underground chamber and the mansion, the notebooks she’d found, leaving nothing out. And yet she didn’t. She couldn’t figure out how to broach the subject. Kevin threw a wrench into everything. Though Kevin wasn’t an uncommon name. He didn’t strike her as the type to write lol, never mind help kill a woman. The man she’d run into seemed so effete. Before revealing Sophie was his girlfriend, she’d assumed he was gay. She was also attracted to him. She couldn’t let that attraction cloud her opinion of him, especially if he was a threat. He could have been stalking her. How else did he happen to be at the library right then? For all she knew he had access to Maurer and Sons too. She wished she’d had a chance to research him. Delany, that was the surname. It would bother her all night.

“How about it, Claire?”

“Hm?” She’d been daydreaming again. Thankfully Adam was used to her spacing out at odd times, as were most of her friends. He figured she suffered a mild form of epilepsy.

“I said, ‘would you like some beer?’.”

She glanced at the pitcher on the table that Adam’s friend had bought. “No, thanks.”

She kept watching the window in case Kevin passed by, kept watching the entrance in case he came in. She regretted not allowing herself to look in that window display when they passed by it earlier. She felt an overpowering pull towards there, like an undertow or a riptide.

“Yeah, thanks for the offer,” Adam told his friend. Then to Claire, “Shall we head?”

She didn’t need to ask where; they wound up at the exact same place whenever they were out together. Since classes had ended, their social circle had narrowed. Not that she minded. Adam had to fetch some money from an ATM and they had to pass Maurer and Sons on the way. She said she’d wait for him here, and checked out the window display. No new clues from what she could see. Nor any marionette. Upon his return she pointed to the velvet sofa. “I love this style of antique with the carved dark wood and the red velvet cushioning.”

He agreed, but said it would need new upholstery. She smiled to herself. She had always loved the Victorian era and it was good to know they had the same tastes in furnishings. Dave was too suburbanite. She peered further inside and still saw no sign of the marionette. As if it was hiding on her. She could feel a set of eyes watching her from the dark recesses of the shop as Adam clasped her hand. Really, she should just let it go. “That’s all I wanted to show you. I’d love to get a set like that some day. Once I’m in a bigger place of course.”

“No kidding.” Adam chuckled. “My closet is bigger.” They continued to The Broken Cue. She worried he knew what she was up to, chasing down leads about her late boyfriend as if she were still hung up on him, trespassing on property belonging to strangers, nearly going out for coffee with another man. They went into the bar and sat by the pool tables.

Fran wasn’t working for once. Tonight she’d been replaced by a doughy man with a shaved head and sleeve tattoos. Adam ordered a jug of cider for the two of them and brought it to the table. They sat quietly for a bit, watching the pool game. A skinny girl in low-slung jeans was beating her friend, a heavy-set woman with spiky blue hair.

Adam was the first to lose interest in the game, and Claire could tell by the way his mouth formed a thin line that he needed to talk. She decided to make it easier for him by remarking that he looked as though he had something on his mind that was distressing him. “I sometimes wonder where we’re going, or where you see us going.”

Claire tensed. She’d never had this kind of conversation before, though she’d heard accounts through friends. With Dave, everything had been so easy. They’d sat next to one another in grade ten math and a week after borrowing her pencil, he bashfully asked her out. Their relationship had progressed so smoothly through each stage as if on rails. Even the night Dave had proposed, there was little in the way of surprise beyond the ring he presented her.

Adam rambled about how he enjoyed spending time with her and how well they seemed to get along. Claire felt her insides twisting into knots as she waited for him to get to the point. He kept hedging around whatever it was he wanted to say, while Dave had always been direct.

“I know it’s only been a few months. I mean, I haven’t seen any issues crop up, or any reason for us not to be together.”

“Neither have I.” A but dangled between them like a spider that had just dropped from the ceiling, legs spinning wildly, not ready to complete its descent. “And yet,” she prompted him.

He took a sharp intake of breath. “I was wondering if you wanted to move in together.”

“Move in together!” To her horror her thoughts went immediately to Kevin, and how she didn’t want to be too tied down in case … Her heart pattered in her chest, a low, fast drumbeat.

He hunched his shoulders awkwardly, as if he was expecting her to reject him and was bracing himself for it.

“I …” Her throat tightened. She couldn’t think of what she could say that wouldn’t hurt him. She didn’t want to hurt him. And yet she wasn’t ready to give up her own space. She loved her apartment, tiny as it was, with its view of the river. She’d never before had a place that was just hers. When she was with Dave, she never thought she would. “Let me think about it. Even with Dave we’d been together for nearly three years when we moved in. I need to digest.”

He nodded, his mouth tightening. She took his hand and he knitted his fingers around hers. She couldn’t commit just yet. Not while she was still obsessed with this mystery surrounding Dave. The tension eased when a male friend joined them. He looked out of place with his pink golf shirt and beige chinos; he should be at the expensive wine bar two streets over rather than a shabby dive like The Broken Cue. Adam pulled up a chair for him saying, “This is my girlfriend Claire. Claire, this is Nathaniel. He and I were once in the same physics class.”

Claire sat, sipping her cider, while they caught up on the past year or so. Nathanial was only in town for the weekend. He resided in New Mexico where he’d been contracted to work on some AI project. The gist of it involved tracking anonymous internet users by their writing style, which Claire found rather Orwellian.

As an English major she knew authors had unique styles, but they were professionals. Some cultivated different writing voices, such as William Faulkner in As I Lay Dying. Glad for a distraction that challenged her intellect, she plied him with questions. How large were the writing samples used, was there specific word usage that stood out. In the back of her mind she wondered if she could identify the person who owned that notebook, comparing those scribblings to Facebook profiles belonging to friends of Sophie or Dave. A long shot, probably.

“People often overlook the grammatical structure,” Nathanial explained, going more in-depth about sentence clauses and the like than even many of her professors ever delved.

“What about unique phrases?” she asked. Such as Dave’s use of double fucked.

“We look for more subtle things. Like comma placement. Passive vs. active voice. Do they use ‘but’ frequently as a contraction? Misspell the same words in a consistent manner? Typos can give away an accent. I figured out where one person came from because he or she spelled ‘know’ as in knowledge ‘now’, as in the present. I’ve only ever heard Australians to pronounce those words as if they rhyme.”

“Clever,” she said, flushed with cider. She squeezed Adam’s hand. Then she whispered she was glad she came out and she was sorry if she’d been neglecting him lately. He winked and quietly told her she could make up for it by taking him home with her for the night.

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grracestudies · 7 years

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92 Questions Tag

Tagged by @varsitystudies Rules: Answer these92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: most likely my mom or sister 3. Text message: gamepigeon mini golf to my friend lol 4. Song you listened to: all the pretty girls by kaleo 5. Time you cried: literally like two days ago bc i miss my friends and old school haha

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: yes😅 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: eh idk not really i guess 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: white, navy blue, gold

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. Met someone who changed you: yes 20. Found out who your friends are: yes 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yes but we were dating so not sure if that counts

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them (stranger danger !) 23. Do you have any pets: three cats and a dog that i love more than life itself 24. Do you want to change your name: no 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: visited switzerland before moving here! 26. What time did you wake up: 7:26 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping lololol 28. Name something you can’t wait for: school starting 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: i’m in the same room as her right now lol 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i would vocalize my gratitude more often 31. What are you listening to right now: my dog barking at nothing !!! 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yES my best friend from third grade’s little brother 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: nothing really at the moment 34. Most visited websites: netflix, youtube, tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: nope 36. Mark/s: a birth mark on my left arm right by my armpit haha 37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be a fashion designer so bad 38. Hair color: blonde 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: maybe I haven’t seen him for a while 41. What do you like about yourself: my lips, my personality, my freckles, & my eyes 42. Piercings: just my first lobe piercings 43. Blood type: i have no clue 44. Nickname: g i guess? my lacrosse coach called me goalie grace and then the whole team started doing it so i guess that counts 45. Relationship status: single !!! 46. Zodiac: pisces 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: the office !!!!!!!!!!!! 49. Tattoos: none yet but i’ve already planned out like three that i want 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: no 52. Hair dyed in different color: nope 53. Sport: i used to play lacrosse but not since i moved 55. Vacation: i go to the beach every year w my family but since i’ve been in switzerland we’ve been going on short trips to italy and france which is rly nice 56. Pair of trainers: nikes for like athletic things & adidas superstars for cute outfits !!!

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i don’t rly know what it’s asking but i love pizza and pasta !! 58. Drinking: water 24/7 59. I’m about to: make breakfast 61. Waiting for: the beginning of school 62. Want: lots of things but homegirl be broke 63. Get married: i have such mixed feelings on this subject so only time will tell 64. Career: oh boy i have no clue but i’m interested in psychology and helping people so that’s a start i guess

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: both are good but hugs can come from a wider variety of people so i’m gonna go with hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive lol i kind of hate loud people 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: no 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no 77. Turned someone down: yes but he was creepy so i don’t feel bad 78. Sex on the first date: no for me but u do u girl 79. Broken someone’s heart: i hope not :/ 80. Had your heart broken: not really 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: oh yes 83. Fallen for a friend: yeah but that ended badly lol

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: not usually 85. Miracles: eh i don’t think so 86. Love at first sight: no 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: depends

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: mary !!!! what a gal love her 2 death 91. Eye color: blue 92. Favorite movie: wonder woman was pretty awesome, the age of adaline was rly good, lots more but that’s all i can think of rip

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE i don’t even know 20 people aaaaahhh @studytherin @studypetals @studyrelief @studyplants

@academicsapphic @alden @acadehmic @areis

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Forevermore

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Luke wedding and night of! They will be separated so anyone who doesn’t want to read the smut can just read the other part. Also, does Luke have a brother? I don’t know if it was ever mentioned. He has a brother now. LOL Enjoy! <3 @coveofmemories

P.S. The Spanish used was done from Google. I hope it’s mostly correct.

P.S.S. The smut/night of is under the STARRED page break for those that want to avoid that.

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It seemed a tradition in the BAU. Having a party? Do it at Rossi’s place. Getting married? Do it at Rossi’s place.

“Thanks again, Rossi,” Luke said, looking up at the archway he’d built as a surprise for his soon to be husband. “There’s no way we would’ve been able to pull this off without you.

Rossi clapped the groom on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t imagine it any other way. You two are stupidly great for each other. And after all Reid’s been through, it’s amazing to see him so happy. This looks fantastic by the way.” For weeks now, Luke had been scouring used yard sales for hardcover books he could use. Once he found what he needed, he spent a week assembling them into an archway for them to get married under. The books were all different sizes and splayed at different angles, so it was truly unique. Spencer had no clue. Luke hoped he’d love it. It was Luke’s wedding gift to his new husband.

“Still,” Luke said. “I’m fairly new to the team, as Garcia always likes to point out.” Since the day he started, she’d called him Newbie. It had been two years. She’d never let it go.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re one of us now. And Reid loves you.” Rossi’s warm smile could’ve thawed the coldest of hearts.

The girls were inside fawning over Spencer, and Rossi and Walker were outside with Luke. All of a sudden, they heard faint footsteps behind them. “Woah, does Pretty Boy know about this archway?” Spencer’s best man, his best friend Derek Morgan had just arrived. Luke turned around the pull him into a hug.

“No, he has no clue. And you lost out,” he smiled. “He’s my Pretty Boy now.” Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed his own wedding ring to give to Derek to hold for Spencer.

Derek laughed just as Savannah and baby Hank walked up from nearby. “I’ve never seen him so happy. Hurt him and I’ll kill you.”

“Duly noted,” Luke replied.

Derek examined the wedding ring, a plain platinum with an inscription inside - I love you 5.1.19. - today’s date. “His say the same thing?” Derek asked.

Luke couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “No, his has today’s date and ‘I know’ written on it. Derek looked confused for a second until a smirk formed at the corners of his lips.

“Star Wars reference,” he said happily. “You’re both dorks.”

That was one of the many reasons Luke loved him. Together, they were still completely themselves.

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When Luke finished up with the archway, he went to go get changed. Spencer was already ready, but he was threatening to sweat through his suit. He loved Luke - so much - but he was an inherently nervous person. “187, you’re gonna be fine,” Garcia said. “Don’t worry that beautiful little head of yours.”

“I can’t help it,” Spencer smiled, falling backward onto the bed in one of Rossi’s spare rooms. He was dressed in his own black and white suit. Only difference was that Luke would be wearing Captain America cufflinks and Spencer would be sporting Darth Vader.

“Wearing the mismatched socks?” Tara asked. It was a well known fact that Spencer never matched his socks, but today’s pair was special.

Taking his hand off his face, he reached down and pulled one pant leg up, revealing a Captain America sock. The other one had Star Wars on it. “What do they say?” JJ asked, her smile threatening to crack her face in half. She couldn’t contain how happy she was for one of her best friends in the entire world. He had been through so much and waited for so long for someone that loved him inside and out, and then Luke came along. They were perfect for each other.

“The Star Wars sock says ‘I know,’ and Luke’s says ‘I love you.” A tiny, almost imperceptible smile came to his face thinking about his perfect match. “And the Captain America one says ‘I’m with you’ and his says ‘Till the end of the line.’

“Oh my god,” Tara sighed happily, clutching her heart. “That’s too cute, I can’t take it.”

It was nearly time. Everything was set up and his mother was just about ready to walk him down the aisle. She’d already threatened Luke with death on numerous occasions if he were to ever hurt her boy. “You ready?” Garcia asked. Her smile could’ve pushed everyone else out of the room it was so wide and bright. Excitedly, she clapped her hands and pulled Spencer off the bed. “Here you are Mrs. Reid.”

The ladies made their way outside, leaving Spencer and his mother ready alone. “You ready?” Diana asked, pushing a strand of hair out of her son’s face. “As much as I threaten him, I really do love that man you chose. He’s a good man.”

“He is,” Spencer replied. He took his mother’s arm and started walking outside. Hopefully, once he saw Luke, he’d gain his footing again, because right now, he felt like a baby giraffe learning to walk for the first time.

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As Pachelbel’s Canon started playing (they’d nearly gone with the Imperial March), Luke watched as Spencer walked out of the house with his mother next to him. He always looked amazing, but he had to stifle the welling tears as his soon-to-be husband made his way toward him.

Spencer on the other hand smiled wider than he ever thought possible. Luke was crying. He could see it. And it got him going in return. “You look amazing,” he said when Diana hand her son over. “And don’t worry,” he said in her direction, “I’ll never hurt him.”

“I know you won’t.”

It was at that moment that Spencer got a good look at the archway. “We can’t get rid of this,” he said as a tear rolled down his face. “This is amazing and I want it in our house forever.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Luke laughed as he grabbed his hand. For a second, they just decided to look around. It was a small group. Diana, Luke’s mother, father, and two brothers, as well as the members of the BAU. Morgan was standing at Reid’s side. Prentiss, JJ, Garcia and Tara were sitting next to Walker and Rossi. There were a few people missing they wished were there, especially Spencer, but he wouldn’t let their absence keep him down - they wouldn’t want that. Other than everyone’s dates and children, that was the extent of their gathering, and it was perfect.

The officiant started up, saying a few words. “I am so glad to be here with all of you celebrating the love between Spencer Reid and Luke Alvez. Everyone they love is here, but like them, I’m sure you all want to get to dancing, drinking, and eating, so we’ll make this short.” It was true - they just wanted to be married already. It had been long enough.

After Luke said his vows, barely getting through them without tearing up, he slid the ‘I know’ wedding ring onto Spencer’s finger. And then it was his turn. Although it wasn’t a surprise to Luke that Spencer spoke Spanish, he was taken off guard when his native tongue fell so beautifully off Spencer’s lips.

“Luke, hoy te tomo por mi esposo. Te prometo amarte sin reservas, consolarte en tiempos de angustia, animarte a alcanzar todos tus objetivos, reírte contigo y llorar contigo, crecer contigo en mente y espíritu, ser siempre abierto y honesto contigo y Te acariciará mientras sigamos viviendo.”

Spencer finished. And when he looked up Luke was crying harder than before. He always thought he’d be the one to be crying incessantly. After he slipped the ring on Luke’s finger, the officiant pronounced them married. “You may now kiss your husband,” he said, looking between the two. As their lips met, their ears were infused with the whooping, hollering and clapping of their friends and family, as well as the river of tears coming from both mothers.

Finally, after all they’d been through - they were married. Forevermore, they would dedicate their lives, not only to others, but to each other.

****

The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. The reception was filled with well wishes, dancing and laughter. But now it was time just for them. In the months since they’d gotten engaged, Derek had renovated a house for them. They decided that the night they got married would be the first night they spent in that house.

“God, I love this,” Luke said, staring at the perfectly-shined hardwood floors of their new living area. “I have to thank Derek for the fiftieth time.”

Absolutely. Spencer made a mental note to call Derek in the morning and thank him again. He also had to get the book archway that Luke made for him because it was without a doubt going in their living room. “Me too...Ready to go upstairs?” he smirked. “Because I am.”

Luke bit down gently on his lip before pulling Spencer toward him and tangling his hand in his hair. He crashed their lips together, their tongues battling for space in each other’s mouths before he took his hand and ran him up the stairs. “Mine!” he laughed, pushing Spencer onto the bed.

Spencer fell back with a laugh, smiling into Luke’s neck as he crawled on top of him, but within seconds, a need took over them both that wiped the smile from their faces. “Need you,” Spencer breathed, pulling Luke’s suit jacket off of his broad shoulders. “Right now.”

“You have me,” he laughed. He kneeled up and pulled Spencer with him, tossing his suit jacket to the side as well. As he undid his buttons, he grazed his teeth against Spencer’s collarbone, sending a shiver through his husband’s spine. “Forever. You’re stuck with me.”

After divesting themselves of the rest of their shirts, Spencer grabbed Luke by the back of the neck and brought him down flush against him. While one hand grasped him against him, the other traveled down to just belong his belt line. Luke had a great ass. “That’s kind of the point,” Spencer laughed. “This ass is mine forever.”

Luke opened his mouth against Spencer’s neck and traveled downward, peppering his chest with kisses and he removed both of their pants. Before taking him, like he knew Spencer wanted, he had to tease him a little bit. Spencer made it so simple.

He heard him huff as Luke licked and sucked at the skin traveling down to his groin. That got him going in a matter of minutes on a normal basis, but tonight, Spencer was needy. “You tease,” he moaned. “You’re gonna get it when we go on vacation next week.”

“Counting on it,” he laughed, taking Spencer’s length in his hand and placing his lips over the tip. He reveled in the way he could get him hard in seconds. For a few moments, he swished his tongue over the length of him, but even he couldn’t take the teasing for that long - and he was the one doing it.

They’d gotten all they ever wanted and they needed each other desperately. Quickly, Luke moved back up the length of Spencer’s body and took his mouth in a passionate and all-consuming kiss that sent their souls on fire. Spencer could taste himself off his husband’s mouth - and the feeling was intoxicating. He had someone to love for the rest of his life.

Luke speedily reached over to their night stand drawer and grabbed the lube they’d need. After applying it to himself and Spencer, he placed himself at his entrance and gently pushed inside passed the tight ring of muscle. Both men groaned at the feeling, and within seconds they’d found their rhythm again.

While Luke moved inside him, Spencer reached between them to touch himself. A few strokes of his length was all he needed. He arched his head back for Luke as he kissed at the soft skin under his ear. “I love you,” he moaned from above.

Spencer squirmed slightly and ran his hand up Luke’s back and into his hair while Luke thrusted in and out of him at a pace that they’d perfected over their few years together. “I love you, too,” he breathed. Spencer’s muscles began to spasm and after another few thrusts, he cried out, exclaiming into Luke’s neck.

As Spencer came down from his high, Luke fell over the edge, taking his husband’s lips in a searing kiss that muffled his own cries. “Married sex is great sex,” he laughed, pulling out of Spencer and falling to his side.

His husband chuckled turning into him and biting down gently on his lower lip. “I’d have to say so,” he breathed heavily. “Here’s to great married sex for the rest of our lives, okay?”

“Sounds great to me.”

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