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hercleverboy · 3 years

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taunted

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ hours after his release from prison, spencer’s girlfriend is kidnapped. can he pull it together long enough to save her?

category ↠ angst/fluff

warnings/includes ↠ swearing, reference to sexual assault, blood, kidnapping

word count ↠ 5.7k

“People go, but how they left always stays.” — Rupi Kaur

Spencer felt overwhelmed to say the least.

In the last 24 hours, he’d undergone more stress than any human should ever have to endure. Between his release from prison and racing against the clock to save his mother, he was grateful to finally able to take a moment to stop and breathe.

In between the chaos, he hadn’t been able to see one of the people he’d missed the most during his imprisonment; his beloved fiancee, Y/N.

He knew that the team had contacted her to inform her of his release, but there’d been no time for heartfelt reunions when he was released, the safety of his mother being the only thing on his mind. As much as he’d missed his girl, it would have to wait.

As he stood walked through the lobby of his apartment complex, he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips at the anticipation of seeing her. She’d been to visit frequently while he was incarcerated, giving him just that little push to fight, to fight like hell, to come home to her. And now he was there.

As he walked up the flights of stairs, he remembered all the times he’d wished he could reach out to grab her hand when she was sat across from him, with the glass separating them and preventing him from touching her. He remembered the sleepless nights in his cell, on a bed that was cold and hard with a single uncomfortable pillow. He recalled how badly he yearned for her on those nights, craved the warmth of her arms, their bed. He was so eager to finally hold her in his arms, remind her how much he loved her, thank her for sticking with him, for being his lifeline during the hardest months of his life.

Any excitement that he held was diminished as soon as he climbed the final few steps to their floor, his eyes landing on their apartment door.

Their open apartment door.

Spencer’s eyes blew wide, part of him trying to calm himself down, she just forgot to close it behind her, and the other part knowing Y/N was too cautious to make such a silly mistake.

He wasn’t armed, after all he wasn’t planning on having to deal with shit like this for at least a few weeks following his release.

He cautiously made his way into the apartment and was immediately greeted with the obvious signs of a struggle in his living room. The coffee table’s contents had been scattered across the floor, the little table they normally placed cups of tea or snacks on had toppled over. The pretty white vase that Y/N’s mother had bought the couple a few years back was shattered on the floor, the yellow daffodils that had been inside the vase laying there limply. By the fireplace was a small pool of blood, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it belonged to.

Seeing the blood sent Spencer into a panic, his breathing increasing as he anxiously called out for her, opening up the doors to their bedroom and the bathroom, finding all the rooms empty.

He ran a hand through his hair and down his face as he tried to steady his breathing, so that he could think.

“She’s not here, She’s not here, She’s not-” Three whispered words were all that left his lips, a broken mantra filled with worry and despair.

“Okay, let’s start from the beginning, how did the unsub even gain entry to the apartment?” Rossi asked, grimacing at the state of the room around them.

After coming to the realisation that his fiancee was missing and had indeed been taken, Spencer had called Emily, who’d assembled the team together to help the distraught genius. Emily sent Garcia, Luke and Matt to the BAU headquarters to work from there, while the rest of the team met up with Spencer at his apartment.

Once they’d arrived, they found Spencer outside, anxiously pacing the hallway outside the door as he mumbled to himself, desperately trying to fight off the raging headache he had. JJ was quick to attempt to console him, but to no avail. His brain was essentially mush. As if the stress of everything he’d been through wasn’t enough- the love of his life was missing, potentially dead, and he couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence. How was he supposed to help?

Emily had nodded to the rest of the team, silently telling them to head inside the apartment to check things out while she came to stand in front of Spencer.

“Reid? Reid. I know this is a lot but I need you to listen to me. You can’t be here. You’re not in the right headspace for this. You’re better off back at the BAU with Garcia, Luke and Matt.” Emily tried. She didn’t want to upset him further but it was the best thing for him. There was no chance of him thinking clearly at the scene, so sending him back to HQ was the best option.

Spencer knew that. However it didn’t stop him from looking at Emily with anger flaring in his eyes. “You’re not seriously kicking me off the case? My fiancee is missing-” His voice raised but Emily cut him off.

“I’m not kicking you off the case. Y/N is a part of this family and we won’t rest until she’s home, but you’re not gonna be able to think here, Spencer. I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.” She promised and he nodded, forcing him self not to grunt in pain as his splitting headache worsened.

As he stepped off of the elevator, his legs carried him quickly through the glass doors into the bullpen. He b-lined for the conference room, where Garcia, Luke Matt were sat at the roundtable. Garcia was typing away furiously at her laptop, Matt looking over her shoulder whilst Luke reviewed pictures from the crime scene. When Spencer entered the room Garcia looked up, her fingers faltering.

“Reid..” Garcia started, but quickly realised she didn’t know what to say.

Spencer said nothing, stalking toward her and leaning his hands on the table. “Emily told me you’re looking at security footage from outside our apartment complex? Did you see anything?”

Garcia exchanged a look of sadness with Matt before clearing her throat. “Uh, the cameras outside the lobby caught the kidnappers vehicle as it left, a blue Sedan, but it’s too dark for us to make out the plates.”

“Did the camera’s catch her being taken?” His voice was quiet but sturdy. The coldness of his tone almost made Garcia shiver.

“Yes.” She squeaked out.

“Show me.” He demanded, walking to her other side so he could lean over her shoulder to watch.

Matt shifted, standing up straight. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea, Reid.”

“Did I ask?” He spat, not bothering to spare Matt a glance as he looked at Garcia’s laptop screen. “ I said show me.”

“O-Okay.” She murmured, clicking a few buttons before the video started up.

The four of them watched intently as a man in a dark hoodie carried an unconscious Y/N out the front doors of the complex. Spencer noted the splotch of red on her forehead, likely from where the bastard had hit her to knock her out. The man forcefully shoved her in the back of the car that waited by the front of the building, before moving to get into the drivers seat and taking off.

Spencer was gripping the edge of the roundtable with such force that his knuckles were white, and it seemed a miracle that the wood hadn’t splintered under his force.

Luke spoke first. “Did we get a good enough look at his face?”

Garcia shook her head. “Not really. His back was to the camera’s a lot.”

Matt sighed. “It means he knew where they were, and how to avoid them. This kidnapping was planned, likely weeks in advance.”

Spencer slammed his hands down on the table, and Garcia let out a yelp at the sudden movement. “So we have nothing then?” He yelled, starting to pace the end of the conference room, his hands gripping handful’s of his hair.

“I’ll call Emily and see if they found anything at the scene.” Matt mumbled, quickly leaving the room.

Spencer rubbed as his eyes frustratedly, before turning toward Luke and Garcia. “You guys need to get out.”

“What?”

“Get out, you need to get out. I’m sorry but I need to think, I need to focus and I can’t do that with you here.” He ushered the two out of the conference room, slamming the door shut behind them as he looked around frantically. He grabbed the photos that were on the table that Luke was previously looking at. He stared at them, willing his brain to work, hoping he’d figure out what he was missing. He quickly grew frustrated with his lack of progress, picking up one of the books from the table and throwing it at the wall in his angry haste.

Garcia gasped, a loud bang sounding from the conference room where Reid was working tirelessly to find Y/N. She shared a look with Luke, who shrugged. The pair quickly moved toward the room, gently opening the door, to find Spencer pacing the room anxiously, running his hands through his hair as he tried to control his breathing.

Spencer didn’t know what to do. He’d exhausted the few leads they had, he was mentally and physically exhausted and he wasn’t sure when the last time he ate was. All he knew, all he could think about, was that his girl was out there somewhere, waiting for him to save her. And he wasn’t even close to finding her.

“Reid, I know a lot is going on but you’ve got to try and clear your head-“ Luke started but Spencer interrupted him, his tone cold and unforgiving.

“My fiancée is missing, and I can’t get it together long enough to figure out where she is!” He yelled, and Garcia flinched at his words. He saw the looks on their faces and frowned. “What?”

“You threw a book at the wall..” Garcia mumbled, still cautious of her words.

“If Y/N dies because I was too slow I’ll be throwing a lot more than books.” He seethed, before brushing past the stunned pair.

The cold water felt refreshing on his boiling skin as he splashed it against his face in an attempt to calm himself down a little. He gripped the sink tightly in his hands and forced himself to look in the mirror. He wasn’t shocked by what he saw staring back at him. A shell of the man he was before prison. Cold and harsh and unkind, a man who would kill another and still sleep easy. His breaths were heavy and he felt the familiar feeling crawling up his throat, the feeling that he wanted to cry, to sob and plead for everything to just end. Hadn’t he been through enough?

He choked the feeling down. Crying and pleading weren’t going to bring Y/N back home to him.

He could feel the panic bubbling within him, and so he forced himself to think of happier times, times where the weight of the world wasn’t on his aching shoulders. He screwed his eyes shut, willing himself to go somewhere better, somewhere happier, even if just for a minute.

“Spence?”

It was her voice. Oh thank god.

He blinked his eyes open, his gaze landing on her sat next to him. He immediately knew which memory he was recalling. It was one of the happiest days of his life.

He’d taken her out that night for dinner and then up a mountain of sorts so they could get to a high enough point where they’d have a perfect view of the stars. He’d explained the constellations to her as she sat next to him, cross-legged with her head resting on his shoulder and his arms around her.

He looked at her as she stared up at the night sky in awe. He took in every detail of her face, letting it really sink in that she was his, a woman so kind and compassionate and beautiful was all his. She raised her hand to point up toward the sky, an amused smile on her lips.

“What about that one, what’s it called?”

He was more than happy to tell her.

As they sat in a blissful silence, Spencer noted how this was the happiest he’d felt in a long time. With her, he was sure there could never be a bad day again.

He broke the silence by clearing his throat, unwrapping his arm from her as she turned to face him, her brow furrowed.

“Spence? You okay?”

“Yeah- I- Um, I didn’t just bring you out here to watch the stars.” He started, his palms quickly becoming sweaty and his voice dying in his rapidly drying throat. He kept trying to speak, to say the words he’d practiced a thousand times over in his head, but he simply couldn’t form the words.

She reached out to grab his hand, taking in gently in hers as an act of reassurance. “It’s okay, It’s only me. Take your time.”

He squeezed her hand in thanks before taking a deep breath and moving up from his seated position, manoeuvering so he was now down on one knee in front of her. He kept the grip on her hand, his other hand reaching into his pocket for the small red box that he’d carried with him for months prior to this moment.

Y/N gasped when he opened up the box, showcasing the beautiful silver ring sat inside. Her eyes grew wide and filled with tears.

“Y/N.” He started. “Over the two years, two-hundred-and-seventeen days, six hours and fifteen minutes we’ve been together, there’s not been one moment where I’ve not loved you. Even through petty arguments and silly fights, I have never and will never stop loving you. I don’t think I could if I tried. You’re always there for me when I need you. When a case has been rough, you’re at home waiting to hold me and make everything better. You’ve never failed me, and if you accept this ring, I promise I’ll never fail you. You’re my whole life, Y/N. There is nothing I wouldn’t do if it ensured your safety, if it meant coming home to you. You’re everything I’m ever going to want, you’re everything I need. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the extraordinary honour of marrying me?”

Words failed her in that moment so all she could do was nod her head as tears cascaded down her cheeks. She launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around him as she cried happily into his neck, and he chuckled to himself, arms wrapping around her securely.

She pulled back a moment later, swiping her fingers under her eyes to wipe her tears away as she flashed him a breath-taking smile. “Yes.” She answered quietly, watching as he carefully slipped the ring on her finger. she gazed down at it in awe. “It’s beautiful, Spence.” She grinned back up at him, her hands coming to cup his cheeks.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, before moving forward to connect his lips to hers.

He wished he could cling onto the warmth that bubbled in his chest forever.

A voice came from behind him, causing his eyes to snap open. He looked behind him, to where Luke stood by the door.

“Reid, You gotta come. Garcia found something.”

“What have you got Garcia?” Luke called as soon as he entered the conference room, Reid rushing in behind him.

“I managed to get the footage from the cameras that are outside the shop opposite the apartment complex.” She started, and Reid came to stand next to her, watching the footage play on her laptop. “If I zoom in close enough I should be able to get an ID on our unsub. We can see his face, but it’s still a tad blurry. Not to worry, I’ll work some magic and get it as clear as I can. Hopefully then we can run it through facial recognition and pray it turns up something.” She sounded hopeful, and Reid was grateful for her optimism.

It wasn’t much, but it was a lead. And honestly that was all he could ask for at that moment.

Garcia skilfully managed to unblur the video they had of the unsub, but facial recognition didn’t turn up any matches or any new leads. The team were at a loss. It had been seventy-two hours since Y/N went missing, and with every hour, the possibility of her coming home alive decreased. Spencer knew the statistics, he knew the chances. it was the curse of an eidetic memory, he supposed.

With every hour, Reid lost more and more of himself, any hope he had being chipped away with the annoying tick of the clock as seconds passed by. He had barely slept, even when being ‘ordered’ to by Emily. The only time he’d slept was when he got so drained and exhausted that he actually passed out for a few hours. He refused to eat, drinking as much caffeine as he could in order to force himself to stay awake. How could he sleep at a time like this? Whenever someone on the team tried to encourage him to eat, if only a few bites of a cereal bar, he’d snap at them.

Eventually, JJ had had enough. She watched Spencer snap at Luke, who was just trying to encourage him to put something other than coffee in his system. She stood up from her seat, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with her. He attempted to protest but she gave him a look that made him decide that it was best he keep his mouth shut. She pulled them into an empty office, closing the door behind them for privacy.

“You gotta listen to me, Spence.” She spoke calmly. “I know this is killing you. I know how badly you want to find her and bring her home. Everyone out there is trying so hard to do that for you.” She pointed to the doorway to emphasise her point. She dropped her arm back down to her side as she watched him run his hands over his face exhaustedly. “Talk to me.”

“I just I can’t think straight-” He whimpered out, rubbing his eyes with his hands. “I need her to come home, I can’t live without her.” He got a little choked up, his hands trembling slightly as he desperately tried to keep his emotions in check.

JJ gently placed her hand on his shoulder, still cautious of touching him since his release from prison, not wanting to alarm or startle him.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind that we’ll find her. Y/N is tough, she won’t let him break her.”

Spencer nodded, wiping his eyes on the cuffs of his blazer. He was about to thank JJ for her comfort when a knock sounded through the room. Tara came in, a morbid look on her face. “You guys need to come see this.”

When they reach the conference room again, all of the team is gathered around the table, their gazes all trained on the phone in the middle of the table that was ringing.

Emily looked to Garcia. “Are you ready to trace the call?”

Garcia nodded. Spencer was about to ask what was happening when Emily reached over, answering the phone and putting it on loud speaker. “This is Agent Emily Prentiss with the FBI, who am I speaking to?”

“I want to speak with Dr Reid.” The unsub’s voice boomed through the speaker, and Emily exchanged a look with Spencer as she shook her head, placing a finger over her lips.

“We want proof of life before we negotiate anything with you.” She stated.

“She’s listening, perfectly alive. I want to speak to Dr Reid.”

Emily nodded toward Spencer, signalling for him to speak.

“I’m here.” He spoke, keeping his voice strong despite how he wanted to cry. It was a skill he’d learned in prison- tears equated to weakness, and weakness got you killed.

“I’d like you to know, I’m feeling generous today.” The unsub sounded like he was smirking on the other end of the line, almost proud.

“You are? What does that mean?” Spencer continued the conversation on, keeping the unsub on the line long enough for Garcia to get a location.

“I’ve spent a fair bit of time with Y/N. She’s fierce. Hard one to break, this one.” He was mocking Spencer, taunting him, and he had to try ridiculously hard to keep his building anger in check. “She begs for you, you know? When my punches make pretty bruises bloom across her skin she pleads for you to save her. But she’s tough, always hitting me back with insults. You know earlier, she actually spat at me, the bitch.” He chuckled, and Spencer breathed in deeply, gripping the edges of the table in a death-grip.

Rossi shot him a look from across the table that said ‘Keep it together’.

“No worry, I’m sure I can break her. If you give me some more time with her, maybe I can try some.. alternative methods.”

That was the line for Spencer, who spat through clenched his teeth and stood to hover over the phone. “You listen to me, you son of a bitch, if you touch her I swear to god-“

“I’d be careful about threatening me, or I might not be so generous.” The unsub tutted.

“What do you want? Tell me what you want in return for Y/N’s safety.”

“This isn’t a bargain, Doctor. This is a kindness. I’m going to let pretty young Y/N speak with you before I kill her. I’m not so much of a monster that I would stand in the way of young love. You have five minutes to talk. You’re welcome.”

There was more rustling on the phone, and then silence.

And then finally-

“Spence?”

Her voice was croaky, likely from the lack of water and her screaming. It sounded so broken, and Spencer’s heart ached because he could tell she was using all of her strength to try and sound okay for him.

Spencer sighed out of relief. despite how it sounded, proof that she was alive was enough to lift the slightest bit of weight from his shoulders. “It’s me, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“I think some of my ribs are broken, my wrist definitely is. I’m trying to be strong Spence but I don’t know if I can-“ She choked and tears filled his eyes as he willed them to keep at bay.

“Y/N, listen to me. I will find you. Do you understand me? You will not die there. You’re gonna come home to me, I promise you that.” The tears he tried to hide away slowly trembled down his cheeks as he made promises that he wasn’t 100% sure he could keep.

“Spencer. I’m so sorry-“ She started but he interrupted her.

“Please don’t apologise, It’s not your fault, baby.” He pleaded, the feeling of dread filling him the longer they spoke.

Around the table, each team stood watching in shock, tears swimming in their own eyes.

“Two minutes.” The unsub shouted through the phone.

“I need to tell you something.” Y/N whimpered.

Spencer shook his head although she couldn’t see it. “No, I know where you’re going with this, stop it.”

She ignored his plead. “Spencer Reid, I’ve loved you ever since we met, when you spilled your coffee all over me. I remember it like it was yesterday. Your coffee ruined my outfit, and you were an apologising mess, so you gave me your jacket, even though it meant you’d get cold. I’ve loved you ever since that moment, Spencer.” Her voice broke at the end and she cleared her throat, determined to finish what she wanted to say. “You have to promise me you will move on, Spencer. You’ve got to let yourself be happy. You deserve it, so much.”

Spencer whined, his own voice croaky. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say goodbye to me, Y/N.”

The booming voice of the unsub came through the speaker again. “Times up.”

“Spencer I love yo-” The end of her sentence was cut off by the unsub ending the call, the dial tone ringing out when the line went dead.

Spencer’s hands were shaking in anger as he closed his eyes, bowing his head, hopelessly trying to keep himself calm.

Emily was the first to speak. “Did you get it, Garcia?”

Garcia continued to click away from a few moments before gasping. “Yes! Yes! I got it!”

The exclamation made Spencer’s head shoot up.

“Send us the address.” Emily ordered, as the team headed out toward the cars, with no time left to waste.

The team pulled up to the location Garcia had given them, splitting off into two groups to cover the front and back entrances.

Spencer, JJ, Luke, and Emily were all cautiously walking down one of the warehouse’s winding corridors, before turning the corner, guns in hand. They’d entered a large room, and Spencer’s eyes immediately landed on the limp figure hunched over in a chair in the centre of the room.

Whilst the other members made sure there were no other possible threats in the room, Spencer rushed forward, the only thing he could think of was getting to her.

Oh god please be alive, please.

As he got closer, he took note of the wounds she has sustained. There was blood pooling from a wound on her thigh, and a few other cuts and bruises.

Why was she so still?

As soon as he reached her his hands cupped her cheeks, her head lolled towards him, as she struggled to hold it up. He pressed two of his fingers to her neck and had never been so thankful to feel a shallow pulse beneath her skin.

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up, come on sweetheart.” He pleaded, swiping his thumbs over her cheeks.

She blinked her eyes open, groaning in pain as she came to. She hissed at the pain in her thigh, her eyes focusing on the man in front of her. “Spencer?”

“It’s me, I’m here. We’re gonna get you out of here alright, just stay with me.”

“He left a few minutes before you got here-“ She coughed mid-sentence, nodding her head weakly toward the back entrance of the room. “He went that way.”

Luke and Emily moved towards the back entrance in pursuit of the unsub, while JJ stayed back to untie Y/N’s wrists from behind her whilst speaking into her radio requesting medical attention.

Y/N groaned again as she felt Spencer’s hands on her thigh, desperately trying it slow the bleeding. She blinked, despairingly trying to stay awake. Spencer could see her fighting and scrambled to find something to distract her with. “Hey, hey. you remember when we met? Like you said on the phone? That I completely ruined your blouse with my coffee because I’m an idiot.” He gave her a small forced smile that he hoped would reassure her as she wailed out again in pain.

He looked at JJ, who looked back at him with tears in her own eyes. “I don’t think we can wait much longer for the medics, we’re gonna have to bring her to them.”

“Are you sure we should move her?” JJ asked.

Spencer simply nodded. “She might die if we don’t move her now, she’s losing too much blood.” He pulled his belt from his waist, tying it tightly just above Y/N’s leg wound. She let out a shrill cry of pain, sobs escaping her lips.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know it hurts. We’re gonna get you up and outside okay.” He cooed as he hoisted her up bridal style, holding her as gently as he could so as not to agitate her wound. With JJ beside them, he began to walk back towards the entrance. “It’ll be okay. I promise. You’ll be okay.” He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s forehead as a promise.

Her head dropped against his shoulder and he looked down at her, his tone pleading as he spoke. “I know you’re tired baby but you gotta keep those beautiful eyes open for me, okay?” They were just stepping through the front door when she spoke.

“Spence..” She whispered, her eyes fluttering as she defeatedly attempted to stop the darkness from consuming her.

“Yeah?”

She didn’t answer.

Everything was a blur after that.

The hospital waiting room was one of Spencer’s least favourite places, he’d decided.

The strong smell of disinfectant along with the bright lights and white walls irritated his eyes, making his headaches even worse. He didn’t dare try to sleep though, not until he knew if she was okay. His head was in his hands and his leg bounced anxiously as he sat in the waiting room, his team surrounding him, all aching for any news.

Finally, after what felt like hours had dragged on, a nurse entered the room calling for Y/N’s family.

Spencer stood so quickly he nearly toppled over. He moved toward the nurse nodding his head frantically. “I’m her fiancee, is she okay?”

The nurse gave him a smile and nodded. “She’s absolutely fine, sir. The wound on her thigh bled quite heavily, but we were able to stabilise her. She has a few bruised ribs and a broken wrist, but she will make a full recovery. She’s awake if you’d like to see her?”

He nodded again, sparing a thankful glance at his team before following the nurse down the hallway.

He’d never felt such a sweet relief as he did when he saw her sat up in her hospital bed, a small smile on her lips as she drank from her water cup. Her smile brightened at the sight of him and she gave him a little wave, setting her cup down on the tiny side table.

“Thank god you’re okay.” He murmured once he reached her bedside, leaning down to engulf her in a light hug, so as not to cause her any pain.

She grinned, reaching her good hand up to hold him to her.

When he pulled back he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, one that just further assured him that she was okay. Once they pulled away, he moved his hands to cup her cheeks.

“Hi.” He grinned, the tears pricking at his eyes.

“Hi.” She gave a light chuckle, immediately regretting it when a sharp pain seared through her chest, making her wince.

He pressed his forehead to hers in a sweet gesture, closing his eyes as he basked in her warmth. He tuned his ears into the rhythm of her soft breathing, focusing on them and trying to keep his in time with hers.

She gently brushed her hand up and down his forearm in a comforting manner. “It’s okay, Spence. I’m okay.”

“I nearly lost you.” His throat caught on the words, and she noticed the stray tears that quivered down his cheeks.

She smiled sadly as he opened his eyes, hazel orbs meeting hers. “But you didn’t. I’m here. I’m alive, you’re alive, and it’s all gonna be just fine.”

He nodded before pulling away from her. he reached for the chair that was up against the wall of the room, pulling it so he could sit at her bedside. “I’m so sorry I let this happen to you.” He frowned, placing his hands in his lap. “I should’ve protected you. It’s my job to protect you. How can even think I’ll be a good husband, even a good father someday if I can’t keep you safe?”

She reached over and gripped his hand tightly. “You will be a phenomenal husband Spencer Reid, and an even better father. In less than five months I’ll be your wife, and I’ll be the happiest woman alive.” She ran her thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing manner and he smiled a little at her compliment. “And when we have a baby, they’ll be the luckiest kid on earth to have you as their father.”

“Yes ma’am.” He teased and she smiled, happy she’d been able to quash his worries, for the moment at least.

His fingers hovered over the engagement ring on her finger, bringing her hand to his lips to place a kiss on it. “Why wait?” He murmured.

“What?”

“Why should we wait five months? The nurse said they’re gonna discharge you on Thursday morning. So as soon as you’re up to it why don’t we go down to the courthouse and elope?” He queried, a smile on his lips.

“Spence.. the weddings all planned. Five months isn’t a long time.” She countered, a small smile on her lips.

“It is, it’s too long. I don’t want to waste another minute of my life not being married to you. I want you to be Mrs Reid and I want us to start living our lives together. We can still have the wedding, we’ll just get married twice.” He shrugged, and Y/N couldn’t believe she was really considering the idea.

“Spence, I don’t know..” She trailed off, still needing a little convincing to get on board.

He released her hand and stood from the chair, moving it over slightly before lowering himself down onto one knee, taking her hand again. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me-“

“You know you’ve already asked me this? Like a year ago.” She teased, and he chuckled shaking his head at her.

“Hush, let me finish. Will you marry me, on Thursday?”

“Yes.” She answered with a grin, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world.

He beamed, surging forward and wrapping her in his arms.

“You know, Garcia will kill us for getting married without her there.” She smirked as they pulled back, and Spencer nodded in agreement.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“You think she won’t find out? I’ll leave you to deal with her when she gets angry, Dr. Reid.” She joked, and he laughed with her.

“I think I can handle it, Mrs Reid.”

She grinned at the premature use of the name. “You can’t call me that until Thursday, you know.”

“Technically I can’t. But as soon as I can, I’ll never stop.” He promised, leaning down to kiss her once more.

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motherdoraaaa · 3 years

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I kinda like the fanfics of mlb where Gabriel made his wish then everything goes wrong and he totally regrets it?

So i made a fic.....

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Ladybug- no, Marinette limped to the side of the lair where Cha- Adrien laid. With her legs broken and her ribs fractured she grunted in pain as she moved to her partner's side. Adrien opened one of his bloodied eyes to see Marinette moving to his side. He silently held her hand as their heads meet.

Hawkmoth won. They lost.

Their breathing was uneven as their exhausted body lay injured on the ground. They closed their eyes as they let their tears fall. Then they heard the transformation words in Hawkmoth's mouth. It triggered them both harder.

"Chaton, I'm sorry“, her voice quivered and shook as her sobs escape her mouth. Adrien rub circles in her hand as he held it tightly.

" You shouldn't be Lad- Marinette", he replied.

"No. I let everyone down. I let Hawkmoth win. And I know this isn't your ideal plan for us to reveal ourselves. I'm sorry", she explained with a heavy heart and tears still flowing endlessly.

" Hey, hey. We did the best we could to protect the miraculous. These injuries we have proves that we fought a good fight. And I don't care how we reveal ourselves, I'm just glad that it's you.", he gave her a small smile as he held her both hands. Marinette felt more tears as she hugged Adrien and let her sobs and tears escape.

"I'm also glad it's you, Chaton"

They hugged each other tightly as they felt a blinding light over to where Hawkmoth stands. He was going to make the wish.

"If we ever had the chance to meet again. I would like to take you out on a date.", he murmured in her hair.

" I'd wait for you."

"I'll love you in a hundred lifetimes M'lady"

"Me too"

They closed their eyes as their vision went black.

On the other side of the room stood Hawkmoth- or also known as Gabriel Agreste as the cold jewels of the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous lay in his hands. The red and black kwami stared at him, frowning.

"You are going to regret this old man", the black cat kwami hissed in remark yet Gabriel paid no attention to it.

He quickly removed his brooch and threw it on the side of the grotto. He clipped the ladybug earrings to his ears and slipped the ring to his finger next to where the Graham De Vanily twin rings were.

"You are going to regret this Gabriel", the ladybug kwami said in a warning tone. He doesn't care. As long as his beloved Emily lives, he doesn't give a shit.

" Tikki, Plagg unify!", his shout echoed the room as power surges through his veins. In years of studying the Miraculous, he has always known the power these two main jewels hold. It was simply exhilarating. His form changed as he entered the powerful state any man can hold.

"Gabriel Agreste, you only have one wish we can grant. Yet it requires a great sacrifice-", a double toned voice spoke in the middle of his state

"I would sacrifice anything", he cut off the being that was talking to him.

" Then, it shall be granted", it spoke again after minutes of silence.

A white flash glowed from the room until it expanded and expanded and Gabriel was enveloped in this blinding light until everything went black.

Gabriel groggily opened his eyes and saw that he was not in the grotto anymore. He was laying on a soft bed with pillows and a blanket. Wait, did his wish worked? Was it all a dream? He looked around and saw that everything was pretty much the same.

He quickly sat up straight and saw the jewels at his bedside. And he breathed a heavy sigh. He scanned his surroundings and saw a figure lying beside him. It was a blonde lady. His eyes became watery as the lady turned her face and it revealed a sleeping Mrs. Agreste.

She opened her emerald green eyes and stared at him for a bit. She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight as her eyes met his.

"Gabriel?", as his name escape her lips Gabriel felt as if his world came back to life. He hugged his wife as some tears threatened to fall.

"What's happening?“, she said with her bedroom voice. But it sounded sad and strained. Gone was the happiness and the sunshine that he used to love and adore.

" Mr. and Mrs. Agreste, breakfast is ready", a voice echoed across the bedroom as a maid called them

Gabriel and his wife dressed for the day and exited the master's bedroom. Gabriel looked around the halls and saw pictures of a little Adrien and in the middle hall stood a large portrait of their family. He expected to see Adrien smiling and beaming while holding his mother. But instead, he saw Adrien having a stoic and emotionless look on his face.

Where is Adrien? And Nathalie?

He and his wife went to the dining room-still excessive as ever- as they sat down and their breakfast is served.

Yet Adrien isn't arriving. Is he okay?

"Is Nathalie here?", he asked his wife quietly chewing on a croissant. She looked at him with confused eyes.

" Gabriel..she died 10 years ago in Tibet remember?", she looked at him as if he was being weird.

"O-oh? Yeah, I must've forgotten", she just shrugged at him as she scrolled along with her phone not even looking at him.

Where was Emelie who was kind as an angel that he loved? Is this Emelie now?

"-Adrien, please"

Gabriel's ears perked as he heard the name of his son. His eyes immediately darted in the grand foyer as his son trots down the stairs. He wasn't like what he used to look like. His hair was a bit shorter and wild. While his clothes weren't the usual Gabriel™ shirt and polo, it was a gray turtle neck and a black leather jacket paired with black jeans.

"Adrien! I'm glad you're here, come join your mother and me in breakfast!", he enthusiastically said.

Gabriel expected an excited approval and an Adrien speeding to the dining hall but instead, all he got was a disgusting stare and an Adrien rolling his eyes at him.

Did he just roll his eyes on him?

"Adrien, I believe your father asked you to join us for breakfast.", Emélie's stern and scolding voice echoed the mansion's halls.

" Pfft...Me? Join you? No, I'll pass", he snorted and chuckled as if what his mother said was a joke.

Gabriel couldn't believe everything that is happening. Was this still a dream? Is this his granted wish?

"That's what public school have done to you, you're becoming a spoiled brat", Emelie's voice laced with hatred as she scolds their child.

" You're really silly these days, mother. They simply opened my eyes to the bullshit you two put me through", Adrien innocently yet irritatingly said.

"Adrien! Don't talk to your mother like that!", Gabriel found himself talking and scolding Adrien. This is not what he expected.

" Yeah. Yeah. I'm going to eat breakfast with my girlfriend not with you two ", Gabriel's eyes widened with the sudden mentioned of a girlfriend. His son turned quite rebellious how about the reputation they have to uphold?

" You h-have a g-girlfriend?", he silently whispered but Adrien seemed to hear it he turned his head and leaned into Gabriel. His father was uncomfortable with space their in and decided to move a little.

"Hey, mother? Your husband must've hit his head pretty bad this morning", he laughed dryly and fixed his bag.

" You-

"Bye old man", he exited the two big doors. While Gabriel, still in shock sat down at the dining table again. When did this go so wrong?

Is this what do they call a prank? If it is it's not funny at all, he thought while continuing to eat his breakfast.

" I'm done. I will prepare for my rehearsal for the upcoming movie. Call me when your spoiled son decides to come home", she said with a cold tone.

Gabriel tried not to stutter as he finds the right words to say. What in the world happened?

After Emelie left the mansion- without a single goodbye- Gabriel decided to investigate why this was the result of what's happening now. He walked around the house to see what changed. In the garden, gone was Emelie's statue that sat by the roses. The flowers were still the same. When Gabriel decided it is time to leave he heard voices of the gardeners murmuring in hushed voices.

"-if I were Adrien I would have done the same. Imagine being locked up and scolded in your childhood. That would be traumatic."

"Well, that's Mrs. Agreste. She likes everything to be perfect. While Mr. Agreste only likes to do whatever his wife tells him to do"

When one of the gardeners looked in his direction, he immediately went into a panic.

"Mr. Agreste! H-how long h-have you b-been s-standing there?" He stuttered.

But Gabriel instead looked at him with a blank expression and left the garden area. Why is everything being the exact opposite of what he wanted? Is this some kind of joke?

Then by noon, Gabriel decided to see things for himself. He asked his driver to drive by Adrien's school. As they arrived in Collègè Françoise Dupont. He spotted his son on a nearby bench. He has some company. A girl with midnight hair which Gabriel noticed was indeed Miss Dupain-Cheng, the holder of the ladybug miraculous.

They were making out by the bench. But Miss Dupain-Cheng was also different from the way she used to be. Pigtails, and everything pink. Now it was all red and dark colors.

When Miss Dupain-Cheng spotted the car. She stopped kissing his son and whispered something to his ear that made him look his way. Gabriel saw the way his son's lips turn into a frown.

He grabbed his girlfriend's arm and his belongings and went to a place where he can no longer see them. When they were gone Gabriel leaned into his chair and breathed a heavy sigh. This was all too much. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the days where Adrien still has that smile that radiates like the sun-similar to his mother- instead of the looks of hatred and disgust he sends to him now.

When he got back home it was already dark. The mansion was cold like it was when Emelie is still in a magical coma.

He spots his wife by the dining table eating her dinner.

"Where have you been?", she asks

Gabriel winced by the tone she used.

" Outside. Waiting for Adrien", he answered.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. And she continues cutting the steak with her fork and knife.

"Claire? Where is Adrien?", his wife asked the secretary. Standing in the place where Nathalie was supposed to stand.

" I d-don't know Madam. He hasn't arrived yet", the secretary replied with a slight shake in her voice. Emelie just frowned.

When they finished dinner, Adrien has not yet arrived. Emelie was scrolling something on her phone. And the mansion was covered in the deafening silence that you can hear even a pin drop.

After a few hours, the mansion doors flew opened and it showed an Adrien that is slightly disheveled and definitely reeks of alcohol. Gabriel almost got sick with the smell, yet Adrien paid no attention to his parents.

"Well, it's about time you come home. I was worried you'll just go with your whore girlfriend and be like wild animals", Emelie's voice echoed across the foyer as she descended the stairs slowly.

Gabriel was by the living room. And his eyes laid on Adrien who was gripping his bag tightly that you could see the white in his knuckles already.

He chuckled bitterly. "At least I know that my girlfriend treated me better than all of you did", he spat with hate and bitterness

" I raised you! And this is what you repay me?!", Emelie shouted. Gabriel was torn in who was he supposed to calm first. If was wearing his miraculous he would be overwhelmed by the anger and tension he was feeling as he stands in the middle of the mansion.

"Well, this is the effect of being raised by you! Don't blame me for what I am now because you raised me!", he shouted back

" Adrien!", Gabriel shouted and Adrien didn't even bother to look at his face.

"You ungrateful son. You are no longer deserving of an Agreste name, I don't want to have a son that is so atrocious and ill-mannered!", Emelie's voice dripped with hate as she shouted those words to their son who was fuming.

"It's not like I want to be an Agreste in the first place anyway", he grimaced as he spoke with the same level of hate. He marched up to his room and slammed it so hard that it feels like the door was about to break. And Emelie went back up straight to the master's bedroom.

Gabriel stood in the living room frozen. It was awful. Everything is not what he wanted. He wanted to curse the little gods for not giving what he wanted.

All he felt was regret. He was supposed to be happy- they were supposed to be happy. But everything is just dark, cold, and depressing. Emelie was alive and they were complete but they were also broken and knowing that it cannot be fixed added weight in his heart. He got what he wanted but all he felt was regret.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #hawkmoth #i really hate gabriel at this point #fanfiction #tikki #plagg #mlb #hawkmoth gets his wish but not really #mrs.agreste is not a good parent #ladynoir #adrienette

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toripar · 4 years

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Moth's Karma

Hawkmoth had lost battles. But the war? It was his to enjoy.

Yet, after reviving Emilie with the newly acquired miraculouses, Gabriel has had his life torn apart as Karma comes back to bite him twice.

𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮-

Gabriel was a man of one goal and wouldn't deter from it. Though it really meant defeating and potentially harming Adrien.

He did it. He took what had been seeking since long.

At the moment of his triumph, there was no declaration. No dramatics. God forbid him if he did, mere seconds after unmasking Cat Noir. There'd been nothing but pure shock and stunned silence.

Gabriel had blindfolded himself as a 'man with nothing left to lose.' Refusing to back down, he'd stolen off Ladybug's earrings; once again revealing a bruised, familiar face. His gut twisted with a little guilt -- he knows them personally, after all -- but the caw of the peacock was strong enough to drag him off to Emilie's resting place.

He abandoned his brooch to be sure so as to not be potentially blasted apart; besides it would make a peculiar fashion statement with stud earrings and (another) ring.

Said jewelleries were activated as soon as he donned them, the red kwami giving him a deadpan stare down with her little chin trembling, and the black one pulling out gestures what would've been considered rude on a human. Whatever had Adrien been teaching him?

"Unify."

It didn't work as it was supposed to.

Emilie was certainly more lifelike than before, with her pulse rate a little above 50 beats per minute, but it was the exact same state that she was in before the day she was completely sinking in her coma.

Gabriel cried out in desperation, turning to his son and his girlfriend for help, only to remember that they'd been about as conscious as his beloved since yesterday, passing out in each other's arms. His guts churned with guilt and a prickling conscience, so he turned his back on them and called for Nathalie.

Her complexion was peaked as she staggered in, feet tittering ever so slightly, yet her eyes and jawline set in determination. He admired all her efforts to help him, even in her weakened state; in fact, she seemed to be pushing more and more into being Mayura since the last time he could remember.

But... wasn't she a tad bit paler now?

He looked down, semblance of concern etched on his rough features. "Nathalie?"

"Y-Yes," Nathalie coughed. "Whazzamatter-"

Oh no. That wasn't a good sign, whatever happened. Gabriel asked gently (read: whatever passed for gentle in his book), "are you alright?"

"No," Nathalie rasped curtly.

Gabriel frowned, then slowly took her wrist to get a pulse rate, just in case. She was so tired, she didn't even push him away.

"Oh my," said Gabriel. Her pulse was... he couldn't understand much, but her breaths were getting dangerously slower, and ... on the other side...

"Uh-" a female voice croaked, a very familiar one. "What- the b..basement?"

Emilie had awakened.

"My dear!" He made to reach out, but Nathalie's weight tugged on his arm, pulling him down. He tch-ed, and Nathalie managed to draw herself off of him, in a rather drawled state.

Gabriel Agreste approached his wife - his alive wife - after five years. She was so, so beautiful, as still and pretty as the surface of a lake.

Her face was the only thing that showed signs of life. Her eyes were dull yet open and darting forth, her mouth set agape as she took in her surroundings.

"Gabriel?" Her voice wasn't quite the same: the fact took time registering in his brain. It was still vaguely what it used to be, but he swore he heard traces of the familiar timbres of Nathalie's and Adrien's, and another, lilted feminine voice. Miss Dupain-Cheng, he supposed.

"Yes, Em," he smiled. "You're alive. You're alive. You're alive." He murmured, cupping her face.

Her confused gaze was strained upon him. "Why, was I dead all this time?"

The beautiful irony, accented with her strange pitch made him cry. Before he knew it, he kissed her hands and knelt by her side, breaking down completely.

A hand flapped on his thick hair, but the reassurance was welcomed. It felt... nice, after all those times of pushing people away, Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted to be touched; but he liked this.

Somewhere, on the back of his head, he knew something would go wrong, but he didn't worry until Emilie pointed it out.

"Adrien?" She had asked. A simple question with a complicated answer.

"Adrien!" He staggered his way to the place the battle ended.

He didn't have time to brush up the ruins; Emilie was his absolute priority.

And Adrien... Adrien was knocked out cold on the ground, him and Miss Dupain-Cheng sprawled on each other.

He knelt, and carried his son - Adrien, he probably lost the privilege to call the young man his son a long time back - in a princess carry, leaving the lone girl with a guilty glance.

His legs felt like sand. He tried to steady his footfalls, and the effort made him dizzy. Was it his imagination or had Adrien gained a ton of weight and kept ice on his palm?

Turning to Emilie, he put Adrien down lightly, sweat trickling through his hairline. Adrien was deathly pale, his lips parched with a blue tint.

Emilie looked over in horror, her eyes wide open, silent tears pouring down her lovely cheeks.

Gabriel did not want the scene as the last he were to ever see.

Of course, that's what happened.

It was just a simple matter of closing of eyes and collapsing. It was just the screaming of Emilie Agreste. It was just the miraculouses doing their work. It was just them using what existed to infuse life in her.

It was just that her family was dead, and she was alive.

.......................................................................................

Have this angsty oneshot as I'm bored.

Lmao I know it's bad but yeah I'm trying uwu

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fanfics-andstuff · 3 years

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The Cordelia Pamphlet

In the early morning of the year of 2005 whereas people all over Camp Jupiter and New Rome were reading a four-page pamphlet. A few people were gossiping about the four-page pamphlet until it became a spread news all over the camp and city. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (who was the protégé of Praetor Lyria) and Flint Donovan Vance (Current male Praetor) were reading this four-page pamphlet in anger but also in pain for their closest friend in Camp Jupiter. Lyria Eclair Graham de Vanily and Echo Olympia Butterfly were also reading this terrifying pamphlet that was spreading like wildfire throughout the camp and city in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Both girls were afraid of Octavian Marcus Tabullo's reaction once they were reading it. They quickly packed their clothes and light traveled (Lyria) and love traveled (Echo) straight to San Francisco, California. Meanwhile, Octavian locked himself inside his office in silence where Reyna and Flint heard him scribbling from paper to paper with his pen. So far nothing unlike outside in the city. Bernice Gonzalez, Emilie Jade, and Nala Bank were grinning devilishly as they spread the news of the pamphlet.

The Cordelia Pamphlet!

Bernice/Emilie/Lyria:

Have you read this?!

Nala/Bernice/Emilie:

May Sophia had a torrid affair

And she wrote it down right there!

Emilie:

Highlight!

Bernice/May:

“The charge against me is a connection with one,

Daisy Cordelia!

For purposes of Improper Speculations!

My real crime is amorous connection

With her husband

For a considerable time

With her knowing

Consents!”

Nala/Emilie/Bernice:

DAMN!

People all over the camp and city were reading the four-page pamphlet in shock as May reveals that she had an affair with Phoenix Cordelia. This young Cordelia man was known for being a notorious liar and a player all over Camp Jupiter and New Rome. He was also known for sleeping with many men wives in order to obtain high payment. Madeline Sophia was glad to cooperate with Daisy Cordelia in order to pay almost two thousand in cash to keep the affair a secret. Though the secret didn’t last long when Emilie and her two sidekicks (Nala and Bernice) accuse Octavian's girlfriend of embezzling money from the Nutella Company, which was the main source of money for the Romans. Though that wasn’t the case so instead May decided to reveal her affair on a four-page pamphlet before letting it be published for the entire city and camp to read with their own eyes. Emilie couldn’t think that her dream had finally come true. The girlfriend of Lyria and Echo's right-hand man, has suddenly fallen down by her own doom. Lyria was the daughter of Apollo, Princess of Olympus, the Sea, and the Underworld, Ghost Queen, Princess of the Shadows, Heir to Jupiter, Juno, Neptune, Ceres, Mars, Minerva, Apollo, Diana, Vulcan, Venus, Mercury, Bacchus, Vesta, and Pluto, ex-Centurion of the First Cohort, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, Friends to Major and Minor Gods, The Three Fates, and Thanatos. Echo was the daughter of Venus, Centurion of the First Cohort and the right-hand woman of Lyria. Both girls were Friends to Chaos, Top Commanders of the Chaos Army, Lyria the First and Echo the Second.

May/Emilie:

“I have frequently meetings with him

Most of them at my own cohort”

Bernice:

At her own cohort?!

Nala:

At her own cohort

Bernice/Nala

DAMN!!

May/Emilie:

“Mr. Tabullo with his closest friends

Being absent on a visit to the Carribean”

Nala/Reyna:

No!

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Have you read this?!

The Venus and Apollo descendants were reading the four-page pamphlet themselves. Tears were streaming down their faces as Reyna and Flint comforted all of them with loving open arms. They glared at May for this cruel betrayal that she brought upon her own family. The children nearly broke down in Reyna and Flint's arms as they escorted them away from the crowd that formed between May and Emilie along with Nala and Bernice. The three women continue to spread the pamphlet along with the crowd as they booed at her. Rose Sophia couldn’t even look at her own full, older in the eyes ever again.

Rose and the other Venus descendants were escorted as well by Reyna, who glared at May with pure hatred. She couldn’t believe that May could just stab Octavian in the back, in the end, she did. Reyna feared for Octavian's mental state, wondering if he was doing something that Reyna feared the most. Echo arrived first because Lyria was intercepted by Mercury to be at Olympus for an emergency meeting about the affair. Echo and Reyna escorted the Venus and Apollo descendants to their cohorts, before rushing towards Octavian’s office in the First Cohort. Echo wanted to beat the schist out of her sister because of her fatal flaw; Excessive Wrath, but thought better of it. Octavian needed his closest friends.

Meanwhile, May looked down in shame as everybody continued booing at her nonstop. Not to mention that Emilie, Nala, and Bernice kept on taunting her as May finally came crashing down by her own hands.

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

Well, she’s never gonna be Praetor now

Nala/Bernice:

Never gonna be Praetor now

Emilie:

That’s one less thing to worry about

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

That’s one less thing to worry about

Emilie, Nala, and Bernice cruelly laughed at May in the face as people kept on speaking ill at her. Everyone in Camp Jupiter and New Rome that knew Octavian personally as good friends nearly wanted to smack the young Spanish-Australian girlfriend in the face but they held back. Soon the crowd began moving away from May, who assumed that they had enough poking their fingers at her for the humiliation that she caused for herself and Octavian. Though the crowd didn’t move away but instead made room, the people of Camp Jupiter and New Rome had made room for their Praetor, friend, and sister. Lyria, who made her way through the crowd before staring at May directly in the eyes.

Lyria:

I came as I soon heard

Emilie:

What!?

May:

Lyria

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

All the way from Scotland?!

Damn!!!

May:

Lyria, thank the Gods

Someone understands what I’m

Struggling here to do

Lyria grabbed May harshly by the collar of her purple SPQR shirt as she tightly held her with just one hand. May feared for her life at the moment as the Princess of Olympus and many other titles aggressively grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. Glaring deeply into her frightened eyes before Lyria harshly whispers into her ear.

Lyria:

I’m not here for you

“Ooooh” the people whisper in shock as they hear Lyria whisper in such an aggressive way where they didn’t interfere with her and May. Bernice looked away from the unfortunate conversation while Emilie and Nala watched this incident with pure satisfaction. They chuckled devilishly underneath their breath just waiting for the perfect that May Sophia deserves for not only confessing she had an affair behind Octavian’s back but also revealing it for the entire city and camp. This is just a perfect day for Emilie Jade as she slowly watches her enemy slowly falling down.

Everyone knows that if you mess with Lyria, you will suffer immensely. Lyria held more than 1% of what a regular Roman descendant can ever have. She could kill anyone in a second or less with her bare hands, or she could use her powers and kill you in the slowest, painful death. Lyria has the Gods; Major and Minor, Three Fates, Chaos, and Thanatos behind her back. Let’s not forget the entire Chaos Army, which are personally trained by Chaos, Lyria, and Echo.

Lyria:

I know my own brother like I know my own mind

You will never anyone as loyal nor as kind

I love my brother more than my own life

I will choose his happiness over mine every time

Lyria roughly pushed May away from her before raising her fist in the air. Bernice closed her eyes as she heard a crack echo in her ears. Knowingly that her ex-cohort mate's long time friend has punched her greatest enemy.

Everybody else watches with pleasure as Lyria punches May hard twice in the nose and stomach. May fell down to the ground wondering if maybe somebody will have sympathy in their hearts and willing to scold Lyria for punching her. Though none of them as they insisted that May Sophia had it coming.

Lyria:

Put what we had aside

I’m standing at his side

You could never be satisfied

Gods, I hope you’re satisfied

Lyria cold-heartedly left the poor woman in their regular SPQR purple shirt and leggings helpless who was crying on the ground. Tears were streaming down May’s face as she held her bleeding nose and hurting stomach that stung greatly in pain. Everybody began walking away from her but Emilie kept glaring at her with pure satisfaction now she saw May Sophia fallen down into the pitch black darkness of her failure. Causing her reputation to be ruined in New Rome and Camp Jupiter.

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now

That’s one less thing to worry about.

May:

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

At least I was honest with our money!

(Well, she’s never gon’ be Praetor now)

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

That’s one less thing to worry about!

The Cordelia Pamphlet

Have you read this?

Have you ever seen somebody ruin their own life?

Octavian Tabullo had locked himself in his office as he read the four-page pamphlet. Tears were streaming down his face whereas Reyna, Flint, Echo, and Lyria were banging the door harshly. They attempted to open the door but as expected Octavian has a habit of locking his doors while working. Though this time they knew that Octavia isn’t working at all but instead they know that Octavian is crying in pain, anger, and humiliation by the thought that his beloved May has cheated on him. In which he and everybody else in New Rome and Camp Jupiter never expected May to do such a notorious act but in the end she did. Cruelly stabbing Octavian in the back nonstop. If it were Camp Half-Blood Lyria and Echo would have broken through the door or teleported in the room using their strength or powers, but it was different at Camp Jupiter and New Rome because the doors were enchanted to only be forced open only by an immortal and that there were double doors.

Tears continue streaming down Octavian’s face before Lyria and Echo somehow manage to get the double doors to open. Everyone looked at Octavian in relief as they saw him still alive and well. Although, Lyria would know if Octavian was really dead or not.

The Puerto Rican girl hugged the freckled-acne scarred-tan American, who broke down inside her arms. Reyna and the rest did their best to console Octavian's broken heart.

Emilie/Nala/Bernice:

Her poor ‘Tavian

Author's Note:

Emilie, Nala, Bernice, Reyna, Flint, Phoenix, Daisy, Lyria, Echo, and Octavian are part of the First Cohort.

Echo is the Echo from the myths. She was adopted by Aphrodite. Therefore, Echo has ADHD and Dyslexia.

Lyria and Echo has been at Camp Jupiter and New Rome since they were 5 years old. Both girls swore on the River Styx not to tell either side, until both Romans and Greeks knew of each other’s existence.

Lyria has been Praetor since she was 9 years old (she’s 11 in this story), Flint has been Praetor when he was 10 (in this story he’s 13), Echo has been Centurion since she was also 9 years old (she’s 11 in this story), Reyna had been at camp for 3 months (she’s 13 years old), Octavian has been Centurion when he was 10 (in this story he’s 15), May, Emilie, Nala, and Bernice are also 15 years old. Daisy is 25 years old and Phoenix is 26 years old.

Lyria and Echo are both in Gryffindor. Both were almost sorted into the other houses; Lyria in Hufflepuff more and Echo in Ravenclaw, and Slytherin because Greek demigods are cunning and sly. But considering their pasts and present, the Sorting Hat sorted them both in Gryffindor.

Emilie Jade daughter of Cupid, Bernice Gonzalez daughter of Mercury, Nala Bank daughter of Trivia, Lyria Graham de Vanily daughter of Apollo (Greek side, witch), Flint Vance son of Victoria, May Sophia daughter of Venus, Daisy Cordelia legacy of Eris, Pheonix Cordelia son of Fortuna, Echo Butterfly (ex-nymph, adopted by Aphrodite, blessed by Hecate for Wizarding Magic)

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ironwoman18 · 4 years

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Garvez Moments part 4

Chapter 4: Meet the Garcias

Luke and Penelope had been dating for several months now and Thanksgiving will be in a week.

Penelope and him thought about going to Emily and Andrew's new house. The BAU invited them all to her house but Spencer had to say no because he and Max will be at her father's and JJ will go New Orleans.

So only Tara and her boyfriend, Dave and Krystall and the Simmons were able to go.

They were about to say yes when a phone call changed everything.

"Hey big sister!" Carlos said on the other side of the phone.

"OMG Carlos! I missed you" she smiled at the voice of her brother.

"I missed you too. Last time we spoke you were dealing with a terrible situation and I'm sorry once again I wasn't there for you" he said with a sad voice.

"Oh don't worry silly. I love you and you know I would never be upset with you"

"I know" she smiled and could imagine his smile as well "I was calling you to invite you to come over for Thanksgiving. You can come with your boyfriend if you want to"

She bit her lower lip "and there will be Manny and Eddie?"

"Yeah. I invited them too oh and Ralphie"

She sighed softly and looked at Luke feeding Roxie and Sergio "let me talk with Luke about it and I will call you back"

"Umm... Sure no problem" they hung up and she walked to Luke.

He looked at her and got worry "Chica? You ok?" He walked to her in case she fainted at any second so he could catch her.

"Y...yeah" she sat down and looked at him "my brother Carlos want us to go to California for Thanksgiving"

Luke sat down next to her "do you want to go?"

"I'm not sure. Carlos and I fixed everything after the Believers kidnapped me and Reid but my other brothers... I don't know if they will forgive me for letting the man who killed our parents go"

"If they mess with you. I will be there for you" he held her hand softly and squeezed it "and that's a promise"

"I know my love but I would hate to see my two brothers saying bad things about me"

"Penelope. Thanksgiving is a holiday for families and I just want you to be happy so it's up to you" she nodded and kissed him gently.

"Did I ever tell you that I love you?"

"Yes but I love it and I love you chica" he smiled "so... How is California's weather?" She laughed and hit him softly.

She called her brother while he made reservations for their flight and the nursery home for their pets.

Then both fixed their suitcases and they left on Wednesday morning.

The flight was calm as long as Penelope held his hand. She was nervous.

"Luke..." She said looking at her boyfriend.

"Yes?" He looked at her.

"Do you remember what I told you about my parents?" He nodded "well umm I... I lied" she said looking away from him "my mom married Emilio Garcia, he adopted me as his daughter. I was 18 when they died so I never was in an adopted home after they died"

Luke looked at her hand holding his "I... I thought so... Because of your hostile attitude towards me. And I understood because I was the new guy and I learned more about you and I was waiting for you to tell me the true story"

"Gosh... I hate profilers" she said laughing a little "I can be so childish"

"Yeah but that's your best quality" he smiled "your adorable attitude" he smiled "you know I... I booked a room for us at the hotel of the town. I know you or your brother would like to have you in his house but I learned that being in someone else's house, even family, can be exhausted"

She nodded "I understand and I think you took a good decision" he nodded and the rest of the flight was calmer. They even took a nap.

When they arrived to the town they left their suitcases in the hotel and she called Carlos.

"Hey Penelope!" He hugged her "and you must be Luke, her boyfriend" he shook his hand "I'm Carlos, her little brother"

"Nice to meet you man... I heard lots of things about you" Luke smiled.

"Hope they are good"

"Of course, dude"

"Awesome" Carlos laughed "why did you booked a hotel room? I have enough room for you"

"Luke thought it could be more comfortable for us" she pointed at the three of them.

Carlos nodded "I understand, don't worry" he smiled "do you remember our mother's recipe for the turkey? I lost it"

"Yeah I have it in my tablet" she showed him the table "do you have the ingredients?"

"Manny is buying them. And Eddie will bring the drinks. Ralphie offered to make the apple pie" she nodded then they walked to her brother's truck and they went to his house.

They decided to get the turkey ready that day so the next one would be more relaxed.

So when they arrived Manny was already there. He was with his wife and kids. They were playing outside while the Garcia siblings cooked.

Carlos was nice and warm with his sister but Manny was not as warm and sweet as she wished. She knew Carlos told them her decision about the man who killed their parents.

Manny, Eddie and Ralphie were not as compressive as Carlos and they did not know what she had been through the past few years.

She still love them but was hurt by their cold attitude.

They spent that day there cooking together and were agree to met on Thursday at six.

When Penelope and Luke arrived to their room, they took a shower and laid in bed.

"They hate me" she said laying her head on his chest.

"No. They just don't understand why you forgave that man. You should explain them everything. They will understand" he kissed her head.

"I wish you are right but I know them. They won't understand. If I'm stubborn they are more, if you didn't know we aren't related by blood you could bet we are just because of our stubbornness"

Luke laughed softly "yes I know that but... Chica they deserve to know and they will understand. I know it"

She just kissed him deeper and ran her hands into his short hair "you are amazing at cheering me up. You know that, right?" He laughed and just hugged her.

"Yes I know and I'm proud of that"

That night they slept after a good round of sex. The next day they woke up, ate their breakfast and she left to get ready at the beauty salon.

He wanted a little hair cut so he went to the barber shop then bought her a nice necklace he saw and it reminded him to her.

At night they got dressed and he gave her the necklace "I bought it for you. I hope you like it California Chica" it had little cats all around it and was long. She made an excited squeal and put it on.

They went to her brother's house. She was wearing a light blue dress with dark flowers on it, blue high heals and the necklace he bought her.

He was wearing a white dress shirt, dark blue jacket and jeans. Casual but elegant, just how she liked.

They arrived to her brother's house and there were the others with their families or girlfriends.

The night was tense like yesterday. The turkey was in the oven so it was hot for dinner.

It was just a few minutes before dinner. Manny started to scream to Penelope how she could forgive that man who killed their parents.

The other two brothers stood by the other and Carlos was next to Penelope.

"Manny this isn't the right time to do this" said Carlos trying to calm his brother.

"Are you defending her? She is a traitor!" Said Eddie.

"She was the only one here" said Carlos a little bitter.

The other brothers looked down "I wasn't happy about it either but she had been through a lot these past few years"

"Do you want to know why I did it?" She said standing between her brothers "I will tell you. But please sit down" all of them did it.

She told them everything, she told them how she felt all those years and why she could not even return to California to visit them.

The four Garcia brothers had tears in their eyes and after that they all hug her and asked her to forgave them after what they said to her.

She did it and they finally ate, happy and in peace.

"I'm grateful for this moment, I know mom and dad will be proud of us and would be happy to see us as a big happy family" they all raised their glasses with tears.

After dinner they watched football and went to sleep. Penelope was so happy and proud of her brave attitude facing her brothers.

The next day Penelope invited Luke to her parents grave.

"You know this is my second time here?"

"I thought so according to what you said yesterday" he smiled.

She rolled her eyes but continued to walk until they reached the grave.

Barbara and Emilio Garcia.

Lovely parents and friends.

"hey... Mom, dad" said Penelope holding Luke's arm "it's been a long time since I came here, I want to introduce you my boyfriend, Luke Alvez, yeah Latino like you mom and dad" she bit her lip "he is amazing and I love him"

He smiled and kissed her forehead "nice to meet you Mrs and Mr Garcia"

"Oh please, call them by their names"

"Ok ok... Barbara and Emilio. I love your daughter and.... Here with you as my witness... I promise to marry her" she looked shocked and speechless "when she's ready, of course"

She pushed him softly but blushed. She never thought about it but with him... Could be a possibility.

OOooOOooOO

I loved every minute of this chapter and I hope you, my beloved reader, love it too. I wanted to show how her brothers were still upset about her forgiving the man who killed their parents and I wanted a nice resolution.

I hope you enjoyed this. Next chapter will be his family. Maybe Christmas?

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spnskinnyballs · 6 years

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Love Is Falling

Summary - You and Dean go on your first date just as the leaves begin to change, the entirety of fall is spent seeing just how sweet a seasonal romance can really be.

Word Count - 2,291

Warnings - Swearing, fluff, cutie patootie dean

A/N - This is a collaboration with @spnfamily-alwayskeepfighting so thank you for looking through my work and go read her version if you’re a Sam girl! A season of love

Part One

Series Masterlist/ My Masterlist

Closing the back door of the classic black car behind you with a wave and a thank you on your lips for Dean’s younger brother and his girlfriend you pulled your bag out in front of you to check the contents once more.

As you rumbled through and ticked off an imaginary list in your head you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on Dean sternly telling Emily and his little brother to be careful with his ‘baby’ once more. Giggling to yourself, he made his way over to you after finally relinquishing his beloved and turned his attention to you. With a smile on his face he looked down at yours, “What’s so funny sweetheart?”

“Nothing, just if I knew how difficult it would be for you to be without your car for a few hours I would have suggested something different is all.” The joking tone of your voice earned an eye roll and a sarcastic ‘ha ha’ causing you to laugh even harder.

Slapping his arm, you traced your hand down until your fingers found his palm and you tugged him along walking backwards. “C’mon, let's go, I’m excited!”

Shaking his head at you a fresh smile formed once more at your enthusiasm and he matched your strides until you were close enough to turn and walk deeper into the Shenandoah National Park before you. Sunlight streamed through the branches bouncing off the crumpled orange leaves that scattered the floor, it really was beautiful.

As the two of you made your way towards the designated trail you both shared in the silence, taking in the background noises of the streams below and squirrels jumping through the trees.

Your hands were still linked and it sent an awkward shiver up your back, should you be holding hands like this? I mean it was technically a first date after all and you didn’t really mean to hold his hand, you were just pulling him along. As the trivial thoughts made themselves known you physically shook your head and made the decision to move your hand so that your fingers were interlinking with his. The squeeze of his fingers against yours sent a flurry to your heart and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face.

With a clearing of his throat you looked up to find Dean poking his tongue out in between his lips before he spoke, his eyes on the path in front of you. “So where are you taking me then?”

Pointing ahead of you your finger scanned through the clearing in the trees, “I just want to do this little trail, Fox Hollow Loop, it’s not that long but it’s supposed to be really pretty with an old cemetery in the middle.”

Deans steps faltered as he looked at you quizzically, “I’m sorry, what? I offer to take you out for dinner, drinks, the whole nine and you say no thanks let’s go to a graveyard in the middle of a forest?!”

You couldn’t help the whole body laugh that escaped you at his comment, throwing your head back your free hand wrapped around his flanneled bicep to keep yourself upright. Looking up at his soft features you slapped his arm gently, “You have a lot to learn, Winchester!”

Both laughing at one another you continued through the clearing, all the while Dean guiding you down the old steps and leading you to safe footing in the puddled paths. He was such a gentleman, bringing his charm out in full force for today’s activities as though you even had a chance to deny him.

Even though you made a point to turn down his advances the first few times he asked you to join him for ‘a fun night out’ you weren't about to deny the way your heart sped up when he leaned across to hand you back your car keys that first time you met and those green eyes bored into yours. Or even the way that his tongue peeked out ever so slightly to graze against his lower lip when he wasn’t concentrating. He even smelled good. All the damn time. Who smelt good when they were covered in grease and sweat?! Dean frickin winchester that’s who.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Dean abruptly stopping, moving himself behind your body your breath hitched in your throat as he brought his face down so his cheek was side by side with yours. You could feel the soft scratch of his stubble against your cheek, involuntarily leaning into it. You could feel the smile that spread across his cheeks as he pointed ahead of your eyeline, following his gaze you saw the start of an old crumbling wall hidden through the trees.

Gasping in excitement you twisted around finding yourself almost nose to nose with him and there they were again, those beautiful eyes an even lighter green now that they were taking in the orange of the scenery. Finding yourself staring you quickly took a step back as you watched a smirk spread across his cocky little face, “C’mon Winchester, I gotta take some photos,”

He followed behind you, an arm wrapping loosely around your waist as you walked across the uneven stone flooring. “What we taking photos of, the church?” He questioned.

Looking down at the floor you hoped you hid the smile that came as he wrapped his arm around you, you didn’t want to give him too many reasons to be cocky. You stepped forward knocking loose rocks in your way with your hiking boot as you moved your body ever so slightly closer to his before you responded. “Kinda, I’m not really sure what I want yet so we’re just gonna have a look. I only need a few photos though.”

“That’s cool, they for Instagram or something?”

Laughing at his question you looked up into his face only to find a soft smile gracing it before you calmed your laughter, “I’m sorry, you just don’t really catch me as the Instagram type.”

He huffed indignantly and brought his hand to his chest in mock outrage. “I’ll have you know I’m very cool, ya know, I’m down with the kids.”

The laughter that left your mouth was musical, Dean's whole face lit up in amusement and wonder that he could draw that sound from your lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard and knowing that he was the one to draw that pure song from you only made a sense of pride bloom in his chest.

When you finally caught your breath there were tears glistening against your eyes along with a pink tinge to your cheeks. “Sure honey, whatever you say,” your words were patronising and crackled with laughter causing Dean to chuckle despite his feigned annoyance.

Stumbling towards the boundary of the graveyard neither of you could keep the laughter at bay. It seemed that anything the other did for those few minutes made the other laugh and a chain reaction was set off until you were leaning against the cold stonewall begging him to leave you alone. Backing away from you slowly Dean held up his hands in surrender, his cheeks hurting from laughing so hard. It seemed like all you did in the last hour was make one another laugh, could be worse for a first date.

Once you’d regained your self control you followed on behind to find where that man had wandered off to. Tracing your fingers against the crumbling wall you took in the beauty of the little courtyard, purely by the age if nothing else. Finding an old wooden gate you pushed it open with a squeak that rang unpleasantly through your ears until you were standing on the fresh grass. Looking around your eyes were drawn to a dozen or so incredibly old headstones, not for their age this time but for how well kept they were even after all this time. They were dawned with flowers and patriotic flags, every headstone was clean and cared for, the beauty of such a random act of kindness made your heart feel just that little bit lighter.

As your eyes skirted the remaining decorations of the small courtyard you found Dean sat leaning up against a broken wall near a line of trees. His bowlegs stretched out before him, flannel sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and a curious look on his face as he watched your gaze from the second the squeak of the gate announced your entry.

Wandering over towards him you slid off your backpack and placed yourself on the grass until you were side by side, thighs just touching one another. Fishing a water bottle out of your bag you took a long sip then offered it over to Dean, your eyes still on the beauty in front of you.

Dean tapped the half drunk water bottle against your arm effectively bringing you out of your trance. Taking the bottle from his hands you smiled gratefully at him before leaning your head against the wall so you were almost flush to his side. “You know you look really cute when you look at pretty shit like this.”

Bumping your shoulder into his you let out a small laugh, “Thanks, I think?”

The smile he was giving you just had cheeky written all over it. “Oh it’s a compliment Y/N, don’t worry.”

“Well aren’t you charming today! Okay I’m gonna take a couple photos then we can walk the other part of the trail back, that sound good?” You asked pulling you backpack in between your legs to hunt for your camera. Dean responded with an affirmation and crossed his arms over his chest, lifting his chin to the sky a little as he closed his eyes. You could physically see his muscles relax into the sun despite the lack of warmth.

Finding your camera you rolled forward onto your knees until your elbows were in the grass and you could take a photo or two on your hands and knees. It was purely for the angle, absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your ass was now in direct eyeline of the handsome man behind you. Nope, for all you knew his eyes were still closed. They definitely weren’t closed anymore.

After taking a few photos on the floor you wandered around scribbling names you found on headstones in your notes as well as anything else you thought would be useful for later. Your journey took you on a full circle around the dilapidated ruins and by the time your little spot came back into view once more you searched for your date finding him sprawled across the grass.

Curiously you wandered forward until you heard him speak a quiet ‘hey buddy’ and you saw a sliver of fluff. Halting your advances you pulled your camera back out and zoomed in until you could take in the image in its entirety. You snapped a few photos of Dean almost laying in the grass holding a grey bunny near his face and calling him buddy.

Honestly it was probably one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.

Smiling to yourself you called out to him as you started to make your way forward, “Making friends are we, De?”

He looked up at you startled before carefully guiding the rabbit to the ground telling him to shoo, by the time his eyes found yours again his entire face seemed bashful and he shrugged his shoulders.

Christ, he was just getting cuter.

You offered a hand out to him and helped pull him to his feet, even if he was just humouring you he clasped his hand in yours and your feet stumbled beneath you before his hands caught your waist to steady you. Yep, add ridiculously strong to that list too.

Looking up into his eyes you whispered a small thanks before his eyes wandered down towards your lips and back up to your gaze seeking permission. Your breath caught in your throat once more as you took in all the meaning behind those green orbs, all the desire, all the want and you felt your heart rate speed up. Your hands moved up his arms to place gently on his chest as his hands pressed into your side just a little bit firmer and pulled you flush towards him. Deans gaze never left yours, not for a second, he was searching for any of trace of doubt or hesitation within you.

You could tell exactly what he was doing, the level of respect he was showing you only made your heart flutter as he made you feel worthy of such treatment. With a faint smile gracing your face you leaned your whole body towards him, rubbing your nose against his you finally closed your eyes and Dean closed the rest of the gap.

He pushed forward until his soft, warm lips pressed gently against yours pulling you impossibly closer as a hum of appreciation reached through your body. Pulling away to break the kiss you deliberated and leaned back in for one more lingering moment.

As you two left one another Dean leaned his forehead to press against yours, a delicate and true smile on his lips as he moved his hand to ghost a thumb across your cheek. After a moment he chuckled and leaned back to look at you, “And to think you turned me down twice Y/N, look what we’ve been missing,”

Laughing once more at the green eyed handsome man in front of you you scrunched up your nose and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down towards your lips before whispering against them. “Well you know what they say Winchester, third time's the charm.”

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playlist-reid · 6 years

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Tompkins Square Park - Spencer Reid

welcome back from my hiatus. I watched Thor and got onto an avengers kick and focused on my avengers blog for a while and I am so sorry for being so horrible :( nonetheless, enjoy my short and hurty comeback. gif is not mine.

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There was an leery feeling in the building when Spencer entered for work. No one seemed to be acting correctly, and they seemed to all be avoiding him. Everyone in the team was tiptoeing around him and talking to him as if he were a sensitive child. It was a feeling he knew once before, when it was announced that Emily Prentiss had not died, and was alive and well, and he knew there was going to be some sort of reveal.

He knew something was up when Aaron Hotchner called everyone into the conference room. Spencer glanced around, searching for you, but it seemed like you were out today. Maybe you were just late? Why hadn’t you called him? You were his best friend and girlfriend. Why wouldn’t you call him? You were never late.

The team sat around the table with solemn looks on their faces. Spencer knitted his eyebrows together as he glanced around at everyone, realizing they were all avoiding eye contact with him. “What is going on?” Spencer asked all of them, but only Agent Rossi was able to look at him.

“Just sit tight, kid.” He told him carefully, clasping a hand onto his back.

Hotchner returned quickly with a file under his arm. “We are going on a case that is going to hit home quite hard.” He said with little hesitation as Penelope flipped the slide, showing your house on the large screen. He knew it too well, and all the broken windows made his heart lurch. Even your bedroom window, which was the only one that had a light on in the house, was shattered.

Spencer’s heart dropped as his mouth fell open. He realized all eyes were on him as he glanced around, trying to understand. “Where is she?” He choked out and stood when no one replied immediately. “Where is she?!” Spencer yelled finally, and Derek Morgan stood quickly as well. He put his hands onto Spencer’s shoulder’s pushing him down, where JJ took his hand gingerly.

“(Y/N) was attacked last night in her home. As you can see, with all the windows shattered, the MO matches the one of Allen Harper, our Harrisburg Strangler. As we all know, (Y/N) is from Harrisburg, and that is how we were put onto the case when she brought it to our attention. Being from there and the attentive person she is, she noticed the string of killings all around the city on the fifteen day of every month. Last night as December 15th, and someone had attempted to strangle (Y/N).” Penelope explained quickly, without looking at anyone but Spencer. Her eyes met his nonstop, and he felt a sudden lurch in his stomach that made him feel as if he were going to throw up all over the table.

Spencer’s voice finally found its hold as he spoke. “Is she okay?” He whispered out, and JJ squeezed his hand lightly.

Penelope nodded and flipped the slide to a picture of you, sitting on the back on an ambulance. Your eye was black and blue, and your neck had hand print bruises all over it, and to stop it all off, the normally pale blue pajamas you wore were torn and bloody from most likely the shattered windows. Spencer took a sharp inhale of breath and Rossi put a hand on his back, patting him lightly.

“She was able to fight the person off just before police got there. She is in witness protection now. We have reason to believe that because (Y/N) was the one to kill Allen Harper, that this is a fan or family member of his seeking revenge on who brought the publicity and death to their beloved Allen. It has been three months since Allen was killed, and on the fifteenth of every month, there has been a strangling with all the windows broken in three cities leading down here to Quantico. All in rural parts of the cities, just like in Harrisburg, where no one can hear the glass breaking.” Penelope continued, and paused as Aaron turned to Spencer.

With cold and worried eyes, Aaron looked at Spencer closely. “Will you be able to help with this case? Will you be able to keep a level head and think of (Y/N) as just another victim?” He asked Spencer quickly and coldly, causing a shiver to rake through his body.

“I will not be able to think of her as just another victim, but I am more than able to help with this case.” He said evenly, trying to keep it together in front of his colleagues.

Penelope nodded. “(Y/N) is in safe hands Spencer. We will fix this, and she can come back after.” She reminded him before she continued on with her presentation, showing the other victims from the three prior cities and their houses.

Spencer zoned out, thinking of you, and focusing on the picture of you on the back of the ambulance with one eye swollen shut and the other looked so tired and beaten down. You looked tired as ever, and he felt so broken over you being hurt. He was supposed to spend the night last night, but you insisted that because there was work in the morning and neither of you would be able to sleep if he stayed over, staying up late and talking into the early hours of the morning. He wished he insisted on staying, so he could be there to save you from harm. He felt like he missed his purpose.

Once the lot finished the briefing, the room evacuated to get ready to head to your house and the others, but Spencer stayed sitting. He glanced up at Emily, who stood at the door with a concerned expression before she closed the door and walked to him quickly, pulling something from her pocket. She unfolded the large yellow envelope and sat next to Spencer, staring at it in her own hands before handing it to him quickly.

Spencer turned it over in his hands, evaluating it closely, before looking back to Emily. Emily pressed her lips together and ran a hand through her hair. “She said you’d know what it means.” Emily said before standing, and resting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. For a moment, while Spencer stared at the envelope, Emily thought for sure that he already knew what was written on the torn page of an owner’s manual inside, but she sighed gently and shook her head before leaving Spencer to his thoughts.

~.~

TSP, 7.

The letters were embroidered into Spencer’s head, and he could not rid himself of them as he gripped the steering wheel of the large SUV he had borrowed from Penelope tightly. He kept running a hand through his hair, causing it to be a puffy mess of curls, but nonetheless, he was dead set on making it to New York City by 7 PM.

He knew you too well. You had always wanted to go to Tompkins Square Park ever since you were a little girl, so there was no way the letters could mean anything other than that. The seven seemed almost too obvious to be a time, but perhaps some people would not understand what it would mean. But Spencer, he knew exactly. You were always talking in code, and Spencer had gotten too used to it.

The farther north he traveled, the heavier the snow fell. You loved snow. You would be so happy to see this, if you were with him. But, if you were with him, he wouldn’t be driving the 276 miles to the city that was just as crowded, if not more than Las Vegas.

It felt like the five hours of driving flew by as Spencer parallel parked long East 10th Street and ran from his vehicle, barely remembering to shut it off and and locking it. He pulled the paper from the pocket of his khaki dress pants, looking closely at the words you wrote on the unloved and unused owner’s manual for a BMW x7, your car. He flipped over the torn page, looking at the words from the company written on the back, until his eye caught something. He noticed a little dot below a few of the letters on the manual.

Quickly, in order he read the letters

t e m p e r a n c e

His mind wandered for a moment as he wondered what it could mean, but then, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The Temperance Fountain, not far from where he was, was where you had to be. Quickly, he ran towards the fountain, wasting no time. He paused for a moment, scanning the area, until his eyes fell upon a person leaning against one of the four columns of the fountain. Slowly, and carefully, with his gun on his hip, Spencer approached the fountain and stood next to the column next to the one with the person leaning on it, asking a question that he knew would get your attention, if it were you.

“Can you tell what’s on my tongue?” He asked into the air and stared up at the sky through the trees.

The figure made no effort to move, but instead replied with, “Can you guess that I’ll be gone?”

You had both quoted your favorite song, line by line. This made Spencer’s heart swell as he moved to get nearer to you, but you held a cut and scabby hand up. “No, you can’t.” You said from beneath your hood that hid your face entirely, but not your voice. “There is a possibility we are being watched.” You told him and glanced at him from beneath the hood, and Spencer could see how beaten and battered you were.

His heart sunk as he continued to look forward, not at you. “I was so worried, (Y/N). Why didn’t you call me?” Spencer asked quickly.

“All I could do was call 911 before he broke my phone. Listen, he told me some things that I am going to need you to relay to someone, so please get that beautiful eidetic memory ready.” You told Spencer as you looked in the opposite direction, away from Spencer. “He said he would not stop until the person who killed his brother was dead. We looked into Allen’s records and family history; he had no brother. He told me Harrisburg was not my city, but it was Allen’s. So please look into Harrisburg and see if there is any unknown babies left at stations and hospitals and such. If his brother is a native, then I am willing to bet he is too.” You told Spencer and checked your watch. You sighed and wiped your face furiously, removing the tears from your cheeks.

Spencer’s heart ached at the sound of your voice, but he continued to look away from you. “What’s going to happen to you?” Spencer asked then, causing a breath to lodge in your throat.

You swallowed hair and glanced at Spencer for a split second as people passed by them. “My guard is around here. It took all I had to convince him to let this happen. He’s over there.” You said and nodded towards a bench, where a large burly man sat with his arms crossed, staring at you.

Spencer looked at him and shivered. “Where are you going?” He asked you quietly and you bit your lip.

“Where my grandfather went to college.” You said carefully and glanced at Spencer once more as your guard tapped on his watch.

With an odd look, Spencer glanced to you as well. “You told me you were the first in your family to go to college.”

“Precisely. Another decoding you should be able to figure out.” You told him and moved from the wall, towards him in four large steps. You enveloped him into a tight hug, and he was too scared to squeeze you tight from your injuries. “I love you, Spencer. Beat this guy so I can come home.” You pleaded and looked at him with your broken and cut face.

Spencer nodded, and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you let go and walked towards you guard. “I love you.” He told you.

“He’s going to kill me for that, but I couldn’t resist.” You said and motioned to your guard with a crooked smile Spencer knew too well. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Soon.” Spencer confirmed and waved gently as he watched you be briskly pulled away and into the trees and bushes, presumably to where the car was hidden on the block. Spencer sighed, and sunk down to his bottom on the ground, in the wet snow, and let a choked cry out.

#spencer #reid #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #CR #criminal #screaming #screech #Criminal Minds #minds #tompkins square park #mumford and sons

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Kiss It Better--He Is We

Six feet by eight feet. That’s how far I can wander before running into the cell wall. The plain white walls give me migraines. They’re so empty, screaming to be filled. When I first got here, I did draw a beautiful masterpiece, but they took my pencils and washed it all away. They washed her away, just like the man did that night. The night he took everything away from me. Six feet by eight feet. That’s how far I can wander, but my mind… It always goes to her.

Two Weeks Earlier

“You are an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m *your* idiot.” I say with a slight smirk.

She keeps her head facing downwards, but I notice her eyes peering up at me and a grin spreading across her face.

“You are and forever will be.” A statement that is followed by a shake of her head.

I smile and look up from where we are sitting.

Looking to my left, I see a playground. The one where I scraped my knee learning to ride a bike at. The one I mourned, had a funeral for, and buried my deceased and beloved pet snake at. The one that I met and fell in love with my first girlfriend at.

Looking to my right, I see the narrow opening of the lake. The one that I swallowed a bellyful of water, learning to swim in. The one I spent hours waiting in silence to be awarded with my first fish in. The one I stayed with my girlfriend beside, late at night, counting stars.

I look at where we are sitting, on the pavilion. Where I discovered my hidden talent of painting scenery under. Where I played my first spin the bottle, during my 14th birthday under. Where I spent my first date and shared my first kiss under.

I look at the person sitting across from me. She was my first true love, my best friend and sole confider since the third grade, and hopefully my first (and only) wife.

I reach over and grab one of her hands out of her lap, and start standing up. With her following me, I step off of the picnic table, and on to the concrete ground. Taking both of her hands into mine, I look her in the eye.

"Emily Ann Soul,” my voice wavers for a second. Only when I look up and into her beautiful eyes, do I regain my confidence.

I start again, “Emily Ann Soul. You have been my best friend since the third grade, my biggest crush since the sixth, and my cherished girlfriend since the ninth grade. I have already spent 10 of my 19 years with you, I want to spend the rest of it with you.”

I reach in my pocket, and grasp the velvety box I have been holding on to for about a year now. I have been sure of this decision for a long time and finally came up with the money. I’ve been looking for a good time to ‘pop the question’ and now is the most perfect time anyone could ask for.

I pull the box out of my pocket and get down on one knee. I’ve got one shot at this, and and I’m going to do it right.

“Will you marry me?”

Before I can even open the box to reveal the $200 ring, an ear-splitting noise sounds out. Its echos off of the ground and and to the ceiling repeatedly in a millisecond. I recognize the sound from movies I’ve seen, but it doesn’t click what it was until I see her, my angel, collapsing with fear on her face.

I reach out to grab her before she can hit the ground, and slowly lay her down. I look at her, and see a sad smile hinting on her face.

“Kiss it all better. I’m not ready to go. It’s not your fault Love, you didn’t know. You didn’t know.”

The light slowly fades from her ever-lit eyes. Her hands are already becoming so cold.

I kiss her cheek and whisper, "Everything will be alright.”

I look over to where the shooter must have been. He dropped his gun. In the amount of time it takes for me to walk five feet to the discarded weapon, my anger grows. I’m thinking about everything that has happened in my life, everything regarding her.

She did nothing to deserve this. She was a happy girl, always smiling. And kind too, I couldn’t think of a single time where she let anybody do anything without offering her help first. She volunteer to help children at the daycare centre, everyday. On the weekends, she walked the local dogs.

She was so fun to be around. When I first met her, I was shy. She made me smile and laugh within twenty minutes on laying eyes upon her. Everyone she crossed paths with would leave the conversation with a smile on their face.

She was smart. Teachers adored her, the ones she had, and the ones she didn’t have. She was dedicated to her work. She did extra credit for practice.

On top of everything she did, she cared about me. I had no one in the world. At the age of twelve, I was in a severe car accident and the only survivor. If I didn’t have Emily, I would be lost right now.

There was no reason in the whole universe why she deserved this ending to her admirable life. She should have lived to be old, sitting in a rocking chair on her front porch. She deserved to have grey hair, and to have grandchildren surrounding her, eating her cookies and listening to her stories.

I pick up the gun, and whisper, “I’ll avenge my lover. Tonight.” And I start walking in the direction the murderer evaded.

“Kiss it all better, I’m not ready to go. It’s not your fault Love, you didn’t know. You didn’t know.” Her voice bounces around my head, those words repeating over, and over, and over.

Present Day

25 to life, and I’ll never see her again. I could be holding her in my arms right now. But I can’t. The bullet to the head of the man who destroyed my life. I couldn’t keep her safe, and I couldn’t bring her back.

Her last words still stuck in my head, the last words that keep me up late at night. “Kiss it all better, I’m not ready to go. Its not your fault Love, you didn’t know. You didn’t know.”

“Stay with me, Emily,” I whisper into the dark of my confinement, “until I fall asleep, stay with me.” I repeat that phrase until I finally drift into sleep.

“Stay with me. Until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me. Until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me. Until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me. Until I fall asleep, stay with me.”

#love #sad #death #romantic #muder #cry

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A Stopped Clock--Chapter 3: A Face on The Water

The continuance of @katrani‘s commission re: the Doomfist short! You can find me on patreon or my ko-fi!Comments welcomed! Entire OW universe is Here. 1,159 words.

Some years from now, (if time is to be trusted at all) Emily MacNair will be lying in bed, dozing happily and dreaming of nothing at all. If she would be dreaming about anything, it might be how soft her sheets are, or how comfortable the house is, or how lovely it is to be lying next to her beloved girlfriend, and how very happy she is, as happy people often reflect on these things in the gentle arms of slumber.

Suddenly, there will be a jolt next to her in bed, a gasp and a cry, and she will not quite understand what is happening, her mind still being on the theoretical clouds of how lovely the curry Tracer made last night had tasted, but she will feel Tracer leap from the bed, feel the room’s buzzing energy change as she unhooks her accelerator from its base and clips it tightly around her body, and it will come to her what is happening.

Whenever it happens, it breaks her heart anew. Her girl is bright and kind and sunny and scarred.

“It’s 3:46,” she will say, holding Tracer close on the dark wood floor, “on March 15th. We’re in London, in your little house, that’s always been yours, Lena. You’re here with me. I’m holding you, Lena, and ye aren’t going anywhere.”

Emily MacNair, formerly of Inverness and currently of London, will hold Lena Oxton, callsign Tracer, formerly and currently of London, but with a bit of a vacation nowhere or nowhen at all, and gently stroke her hair, and repeat the incantation to the consistency of time, and Tracer will simply bury her head in her shoulder, her tears crossing each freckle as effortlessly as time passes through us all.

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I don’t know if I’ll make it this time.

These are the sort of thoughts that don’t normally occur to her. Not when she’d been shot, not when she’d been pinned down by gunfire, not when her plane had gone down. In all of those situations, she had simply thought that she would fight as hard as she could, and trust the Oxton luck, and live to have another pint, and see the sun rise again.

But this was nothing like that. This, in fact, was nothing.

She could never explain, not really, how it felt to other people. How the absence of things, accompanied only by an occasional flash of something, a moment of time trapped in the swirling storm, could tear you apart, how she felt herself becoming a ghost, eaten away bit by bit, like some sort of reverse Velveteen rabbit, made unreal.

The only thing she felt was a brush of cold, but she did not feel the goosebumps rise on her flesh, did not feel her flesh at all. She opened her mouth to scream, and instead the nothing poured inside her like an ocean of loss, licking and tearing at her insides like the dogs of time.

She never told Overwatch that it was the most exquisite torture method ever conceived. Perhaps a part of her was afraid they might listen.

She concentrated, as hard as she could. This was how you did it last time, Lena. You can get places, you can get times, if you just focus hard enough. You can’t give up.

I don’t want to focus. I want to die.

Well, you bloody well know that won’t ‘appen, so let’s try something else, shall we? She gritted her teeth against the quiet, small part of herself that doubted. Tracer’s doubt was weaker than most, as she tended not to feed it, but it flourished in the rich soil of nothingness.

The point was to get anywhere and anywhen familiar, now, to give herself a few moments’ rest and strength.

I’ll get back to Winston. I will. He’ll anchor me again.

She tried not to think too hard about the going back, about the pain of every nerve in her body finally feeling again, the brightness of the softest light and the crashing boom of even the softest whisper. Winston had helped her ease back into life once, and he would do it again. Winston would take care of her, so there was no reason to be afraid. It would hurt for a little, and then it would be over. That was all. She could do that. She would.

She focused all of her attentions on her home, her strongest tie to the real world. Just to pop in. Just to know she could.

In what might have been 30 seconds or 3 years, the wheels and gears of time clicked into place for her, and the nothing fell away as she looked at a younger version of herself shivering on the floor of her bathroom, her head resting against her father’s shoulder, staring out into the hall..

“It’ll be alright, Lena bean. Just ‘ang on a moment more.” He put his hand under the bath water, checking it.

The softness of her father’s voice brought a lump to her throat. She remembered this now. She must have been what, 13, 14? She’d had a terrible fever, just awful.

“‘M cold.” The small her said, closing her eyes.

“I know, love, but you can’t always trust yourself,” he dried off his hands and gently removed her from his shoulder, leaning up against the bathtub and tucking her under his arm, “We’ll get you a cool bath, and the paracetamol will work, and you’ll have a cuppa, get some rest, you’ll feel differently about the ‘ole mess.”

The Lena who was thirteen, who existed right now and 15 years ago and in the future, stared out into the hallway, and saw Tracer standing there. Her eyes swam with confusion and fever and a strange knowing, as she stared wide-eyed at Tracer.

Tracer felt herself losing her grasp on the time, disappearing back into the nothing, unable to hold herself here much longer.

She drifted back into the darkness, as her father’s words faded on the air.

“It’ll be alright, Lena. You’ll be alright.”

She repeated it to herself like a prayer or a spell, over and over again, trying to ignore the desperate pain of not being.

Winston. She thought his name over and over, trying to focus on him, trying to find him. Winston, where are you? When?

The nothing slid a subtle knife into her side, a sharp, cold pain dwelling there, asking her if she really thought she would make it back. If she thought she wouldn’t be broken forever, an unwanted toy Overwatch could throw aside.

You won’t be useful to anyone.

That’s as may be, but Winston will take care of me. Winston is waiting. It’ll be alright.

She hears them, soft and fuzzy at the edges, but they are there, and they surround her like a protective cloak. Winston’s words. Winston’s voice.

“Lena. Come home.”

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