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The clips I choose are getting.. worse. Have fun with this one!

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Defending You (1/2)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, dark themes (crimes)

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The team captures one of their worst perpetrators yet, Dr. Lance Hughes. When Y/N sits down to interview him and he threatens her, Spencer gets pushed to his limit. 

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

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Y/N

Prentiss and I watch from the observation room as Morgan interviews Dr. Lance Hughes, a total psychopath. He's easily one of the worst cases I've worked on since joining the BAU. A former psychologist, now a serial rapist and killer. Victim total: 48 accounted for but claims over 100. He claims he's been at it since the seventies, that was before I was even born. It would mean he was meeting patients during the week and at the same time utterly losing his mind. It would take twenty years for the medical board to take his license away in the mid-nineties which triggered him to change his M.O. and made it harder for authorities to pinpoint a pattern. It took us weeks to figure him out and bring him in. Now, he's a creepy old man. He gives me the heebie-jeebies. Prentiss and I have nicknamed him Hannibal Lecter. 

Hotch join us in the observation room after hosting a press conference with JJ. 

"How long has it been?" He asks as he moves to stand between us. 

Prentiss checks her watch. "Over an hour." 

“Morgan isn’t working," he concludes. 

I shrug, putting the pieces together. “He’s a man. Hughes doesn’t care.” 

“You’re right," Hotch agrees. "He’s afraid of men. Cowers."

Morgan leaves the suspect in the interrogation room and returns to the observation side. 

"I can't crack him, man," Morgan huffs as he picks up his coffee off the table and joins us by the mirror. 

“We know he needs the approval and praise of women," Prentiss reminds us. 

“Send me in," I volunteer. 

“No.” Hotch immediately shuts down. 

I huff. “Why not? I'll do what I did with Brian, it worked didn't it?” I argue. 

Hotch shakes his head, stern about his decision. “You match his victims. He’ll play mind games with you.” 

“I’ll be detached," I assure him. 

"He'll read your body language, use what he knows about you against you," Hotch warns. "It won't matter how removed you are, he'll taunt you." 

"I can handle it," I voice confidently. 

Morgan looks at me with a worried expression. “He’s a serial rapist and killer, Y/N." 

“As though you’ve never sent me in alone as a ploy for those before,” I sass. 

“What would Spencer say?” Morgan tries to reason with me. 

“He’s not here," I argue. 

“Fine," Hotch finally complies, running out of options as it is. "But ten minutes, that’s all!” 

I release my hair from its clip, allowing it to fall naturally on my shoulders. I yank down my shirt, lowering the collar. 

“You don’t have to do that, Y/N," Hotch tries to tell me. 

“Sure I do, it helps, doesn’t it?” I ask, already knowing the answer. This isn't exactly my first rodeo. 

None of them argue that it doesn't, so I take that as a yes. I step out into the hall and walk to the interrogation room door. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Who am I in this room is an entirely different person from who I really am. I'm playing a role when I'm speaking with perpetrators. I have to maintain a facade. 

I open the door and step inside with a warm smile. Dr. Hughes glances in my direction and a wicked grin creeps onto his face. 

“Hello, my name is Agent-“

“Y/L/N," he states smoothly. His eyes follow me closely as I cross the room to my chair. "I remember seeing you at my apartment. You were wearing that lovely blue blouse and fitting slacks. Do you always wear heels to the office?” 

“When I can." I maintain a smile though his stare makes me want to hide under a rock. 

He leans back in his chair with a smirk. "You don’t look like an FBI agent." 

“Oh yeah?" I raise a brow as I place my arms on the table. "Why is that?” 

“You’re young, beautiful, why aren’t you a model or something that draws on your appearance?” 

“Aw, well thank you, but I like helping people.” I narrow my gaze. “We’re very similar in the way, huh Doctor? You used to like helping people too.” 

He points to my chest as best he can with the handcuffs on. “That’s a pretty necklace." 

“Thank you. As I was saying-“ 

“Was it a gift?” He asks. 

“Yes," I answer swiftly. "I-" 

“From a relative?” He presses with a grin. 

I shake my head. “No, I-“ 

“A lover?” He purrs. 

I blink rapidly as my lips part to answer but I fall short of comprehensive thought. 

He snickers, leaning forward. “Ah yes, indeed. So, you have someone special in your life?” 

I laugh nervously, tucking strands behind my ear. “Why are we focusing on me? I much rather talk about you!" I force a smile. 

“Oh but, My Dear, I’m far more interested in you..." his smile fades to an intense stare at my necklace and he begins to bfeisty heavily. "And whoever you have wrapped around your beautiful porcelain neck.” 

I glance at the mirror, I can't see the others, but I know they're watching. Hughes pants, glaring at my necklace as if it's taunting him. 

“Is he an agent as well?” The man growls. 

I turn my attention back to him and his glaring eyes flicker up to mine sharply. When they do, his entire demeanor flips like a switchback amusement. He chuckles, rocking in his chair. “Well it’s 2021, I shouldn’t assume it’s a he, but you don’t exactly set off my gaydar enough to signal full ladies woman.” 

I remain silent, listening to his analysis. 

He pouts mockingly. “So quiet all of a sudden? Pity. So, let’s review! Shall we?" He clasps his hands together, allowing his eyes to wander around the ceiling. "It’s a he, he works her, Agent Morgan?” 

I stare at him blankly. 

He shakes his head frantically. “No, too beefy..." He hums, tapping his fingers against his chin. Then, he has a eureka moment. "Ah-ha! Hotchner? Sleeping with the bossman! Bold move, Agent Y/N! But, whatever gets you to the top, right?" 

I gasp. “Doctor Hughes!” 

“No?" He questions. "Of course not, you’re far too witty to sleep your way to the top," he sends me a wink. 

Having gathered enough information, I rise from my seat and start toward the door. “I don’t think my personal life is a very appropriate-“ 

“Agent Reid," he names as soon as my hand touches the handle and I pause. He chuckles wickedly and it reminds me of The Joker. “It’s him, isn’t it?" 

I glance over at him with a stone faced expression. “It’s Doctor,” I correct and swing open the door, leaving him without a definitive conclusion. Once I shut the door behind me, Dr. Hughes explodes. 

"You didn’t answer me!" He screams and it can be heard from the hall. "It’s him! You’re his whore, aren't you?" 

I return to the observation room and everyone is exactly where I left them. Their heads snap in my direction and I tell them what I learned. “He’s gay.” 

Morgan appears taken aback. “Wait, what?” 

I return to my place between Morgan and Hotch as I clip my hair back again. “He’s afraid of men because they’re the ones he’s truly attracted to and fears their rejection the strongest. He must’ve been rejected by the community in some way in the past. As a result, tried to make himself straight, sought conversion therapy maybe, but when women rejected him too he became violent.” 

Dr. Hughes continues to have a temper tantrum. He wanted to break me. The entire time I was in there, he was doing what Hotch warned me he'd do. He was trying to figure out who I was with so he could use it against me. 

“All of us his victims have male significant others,” I pin point. “He’s envious of his victims because men find them attractive enough to be with them. Once he concluded that I have someone in my life, that’s when he became violent. He’s masking his jealous of victims as disgust for women who’ve been with men.” 

"You're a slut, Agent Y/L/N!" Hughes shouts, trying to break free of his chains. "You’re no better than the others! Whore! Whore!” 

The door opens, making all of us break our sight from Hughes. Spencer steps inside, two coffees in hand. Morgan steps to left, making room for Spencer to stand next to me. He mumbles a thank you and joins us in front of the glass. He hands me a coffee and plants a quick peck to my temple, placing his now free hand to my back. 

“How’s it going in here?” He asks, despite seeing and hearing Hughes having a hissy fit. 

“Bring her back! I want to speak with her!” Hughes shouts, still trying to yank his chains free from the cement floor. 

“Y/N made a breakthrough," Prentiss informs. "Hughes bats for the other team.” 

My eyes fall shut and I toss my head back, this isn't going to be good. 

“You went in there!” Reid shouts, turning his body toward me. 

I exhale deeply. "Yes and I’m fine," I assure him. 

He rushes over his words. “He’s incredibly violent and... and-“ 

“And chained to the chair," I remind him calmly. 

Suddenly his face scrunches together in confusion as he comprehends what Prentiss was implying. “Wait, he’s gay? How can you tell?” 

“The vocabulary and body language," I list. "Never once did he look at my boobs or butt, but he noticed my jewelry. He commented on my beauty because he thought that’s what a straight man would do to flirt but also complimented my intelligence, straight men don’t do both.” 

“I compliment you on both," Reid debates.  

“I should specify, at first they don’t.” 

“He commented on your necklace," he asks worriedly, considering he's the one who gave it to me for our anniversary. 

“Yes and began to guess who it was from.” 

“And?” He presses. 

“He knows it’s from you," I sigh, knowing he won't like that fact. "It kept him distracted enough to allow me to come to my conclusion.” 

“Bring Y/N back!" Hughes screams, now slamming his fist against the metal table. "I’ll only speak to her! Where’s that whore! Let me have a chance at her! I'll show her a good time!” He laughs wickedly at the threat. 

Right as the words leave Hughes's mouth, Reid drops his coffee and barges toward the door. 

“Reid! Don’t!” I panic, rushing after him as I barely place my drink down on the table. 

“Spence!” Prentiss calls after him. 

When I enter the hall, Spencer is already in the next room. 

Hughes laughs in his face, “oh here comes the lover to save the day!” 

Spencer shoves the metal table across the room and it slams into the wall. He grabs Hughes by the collar and punches him straight across the face. Hughes doesn't stop laughing as Spencer grabs him by the neck and begins to choke him. 

I latch onto Spencer's hands and try to pry them off of him. “He’s not worth it, Spencer!” 

He gets in Hughes's face, filled with rage. "Speak to her, look at her, threaten her, or even breathe the same air as her again and I swear to you the last thing you'll see is me standing over you with my gun pressed to your forehead!" He screams as the man's face starts to turn blue. "Do you understand me!" 

Morgan moves me aside and yanks Spencer off of Hughes. "Cool it, Reid!" 

He nearly tosses across the room and Hotch catches him. 

Spencer tries to leap at the man again, but Hotch blocks him, warning him not to do it. Then, he leads Spencer toward the door in a hurry to get him as far from Hughes as possible. 

Hughes coughs, catching his breath. “You’ve got a feisty one, there, Agent Y/L/N!" He chuckles, meeting my gaze. "Congratulations!” 

"Don't talk to her, Scumbag," Morgan warns in a growl as he hovers over him. 

I glare at the man as I slow my breathing. Prentiss places an arm around me and escorts me to the door, muttering words of comfort. I pause in the threshold and turn my focus back to the man who’s like remain locked on me.

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Complexities Unknowable- Chapter Two

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23274334/chapters/55737937

Chapter One Link: https://tha-best-url-evar.tumblr.com/post/613354402381807616/complexities-unknowable-chapter-one

Masterpost

Relationships: Established Relationship Dukeceit, eventual intrualiceit, background analogince.

Warnings: Remus Says Things, everyone is sympathetic (but there are some misunderstandings and misconceptions about each other at first), food mention, Things will be sad and they will get more sad but then they will get much less sad very quickly as this story progresses (sorry idk how to tag chapter fics??? on tumblr???), cursing, lmk If I missed anything.

Word Count: 1,373

Deceit despised Patton, there was no doubt about that. He didn’t murder-despise him (he wasn’t a monster), but it was still very hard to find anything to like about the things Morality did. And said. And the ways he said it. And especially, especially, the way that sugar-coated empty-headed cotton ball looked at him- like Deceit actually had murdered someone (although Deceit would concede that when those looks were directed at Remus... it was pretty justified).  

But on the subject of things he hated! Being in The Conscious! Whenever he appeared it felt like a million little needles pricking him and reminding him that he was unwelcome. Another con: Deceit struggled without the ability to flow through rooms, undetectable, like in his half of the mindscape. He was far too exposed for his liking. 

Remus, however, loved being topside, and now that word about him was out he was visiting constantly. Remus also loved doing things that were dangerous and hazardous to himself and others when left unsupervised. And Deceit (regrettably) loved Remus. So. 

It was as the snake lifted his head to see a very upset Patton that he began to question if love was worth it, though. This was going to go so well for them.

Deceit had done what he always did when he was thrust into a situation he wanted no part in. He shut his mouth and observed. And instead of yelling at them, or having a fucking heart attack and insisting that Thomas was a terrible person, Patton extended an offer to prolong their time together. Because nothing about Morality was consistent or made even a little sense. 

Deceit had steered Remus away and teleported them back home as soon as they were out of sight. Immediately, Remus turned to him with his hands on his hips and his nose scrunched up. 

“Since when do you care about making a good impression? You love fucking with them! I know I do.”

“Correction: I don’t fuck with them, I make  a formal appearance and explain my point, only to have them act as though I’m fucking with them. I sure love that! My goddamn favorite.”

“Okay, we both know how dramatic you love to get with your ‘formal appearances’. I say split the difference and just drive a screwdriver through his eye; it makes you harder to ignore and it saves you tons of energy! Or show up naked- he’d have a fit!”

“Because I totally wanted to show up in the first place,” Deceit tossed himself onto the couch, (he hardly had to keep up appearances here). Remus flopped down next to him and took up the rest of the sofa without even trying. He wrapped his arms around the other’s middle, right below Deceit’s third set of limbs. 

“I was doing fine on my own!” Remus explained, punctuating the point by burying his face in Deceit’s ribs. 

“Objectively you weren’t.” 

“You know we can’t really hurt each other. I couldn’t have done anything worse than mentally scar Patton!” Remus’ voice was muffled by the fabric of Deceit’s shirt, but he made no move to get up. 

“It’s not them I’m worried about, you moron.”

The snake-like trait heard a tiny gasp from below him. Remus dragged himself up to throw his arms around Deceit’s shoulders.

“Awwww, you care about me, that’s so embarrassing,” he cooed, smashing their lips together messily. He was grinning more softly than usually when he pulled away.

Despite Deceit’s best efforts, a cackle escaped him. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, halfheartedly pushing Remus back. He let himself wrap a few arms around the creative side as his laughter subsided. For a moment, they were calm.

“I wasn’t being serious, by the way. I know you’re absolutely impervious to emotion.”

“I’m fine,” Remus’ response was too quick. 

“Where do you expect to get by lying to me? You think I don’t know why you were so invested in your most recent project? You think I don’t know why you felt the need to crawl up to The Conscious for caffeine instead of conjuring your own rancid brew like usual? I know you’re distracting yourself, Honey.” 

The other trait was silent for an uncomfortable stretch. When he spoke next, it was barely more than a whisper.

“... Sorry, Dee.”

That shook Deceit down to his core. He couldn’t bring himself to be upset at Remus, and he wouldn’t dare think of any of this as his fault. The protective side pulled him up to look him dead in the eyes. 

“Hey- look at me. I’m not angry. Don’t ever think that I’m mad at you for missing your br- for missing him.” 

Slowly, Remus nodded, and Deceit let go of his face. “We don’t need to talk about it,” the reptilian amended. 

If Remus had made him talk all the times that he’d been overflowing with emotion. All the times he’d sworn on his life it wasn’t because he missed Virgil, but of course it was. If Rem had forced him to drag it all out, rather than just holding him close and letting him distract himself- Deceit was sure he would have died by now. So he returned the favor.

He heard the hitching of Remus’ breath as the trait tried desperately to fight down sobs, but he didn’t say anything. It was impossible not to hold some resent for the “light sides”, when this is what they did to them. When this is what they were left with.

He held Remus close and never, ever wanted to let go.

Before long, Deceit had put on a film to occupy their minds. One of their mutual favorites- Pan’s Labyrinth. They’d been completely immersed in the movie before being so rudely interrupted by a certain someone. A certain someone who was somehow an even better cook than Deceit had presumed. Despite such, he would not be swayed. 

Remus, however, looked pretty damn swayed.

“That was weird, huh?” He stated, chomping on cookies (he’d seemed in much better spirits over the past half-hour, thankfully). Deceit merely raised his eyebrows, still standing in the middle of the room. 

“Not a bit out of the ordinary whatsoever,” he double-spoke, too preoccupied with thought to focus on talking front-ways,  “In fact, I don’t think he was put off by your assertion that he’s not usually ‘nice’. He doesn’t seem like the defensive type, does he?” 

Remus shrugged, flopping face-first down into the couch and grabbing the remote.

“Whatever, now we have movie-watching snacks! They could use more finger-nail clippings, but other than that they’re almost as good as mine!” 

Deceit didn’t respond. He paced the floor, tapping his fingers against his leg. Distantly, he was aware of Remus rambling about something or other- but he couldn’t think about that now. There was a very promising opportunity to consider here, if he could just gather it all together.

“Dee-Dee?” Remus had sat up now, leaning forward to peer curiously at the plotting side.

“Mhm.” Deceit muttered automatically. 

“Hey, Budget Scalesona!”

“I agree completely.”

“Dee!” 

Deceit’s head snapped up to look at Remus, whose face was split with a wide grin. He was practically hanging off of the arm of the couch.

“You’re scheming, aren’t you? You’ve got your scheming face on,” he said with delight, “What are we gonna do? How gory do you want it to get?”

“Nothing like that, you sadist, I’m just... thinking.” It was only about 35% sadistic, but who didn’t love to indulge in a little schadenfreude every now and then? If Patton wanted to know why they weren’t huge fans of his, well, then they’d just have to show him. It would be all too easy to get under his skin, get a nice outburst from him that would show him just how mean he could be. The best way to get to Thomas would certainly be his heart (nevermind the old saying, as the closest thing they had to a stomach side would be the insatiable pit that was Remus).  

“I think we’ll have to finish this film later, Dearest,” Deceit hissed, smirking rather slyly.

Remus sighed dreamily, leaning his chin on his hands.

“You’re so hot when you’re planning revenge.”

Chapter Three Link: https://tha-best-url-evar.tumblr.com/post/616160448347275265/complexities-unknowable-chapter-3