#and she goes /no sorry honey she's due to leave the country soon. too bad/ which. phew

[considerad]

got a drive-by proposal tonight lads

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

[littlejeanniebean]

Ep. 3 | The Marauders: Riddle Records

A/N: “Come to the dark side. We have a solo career.” - Tom Riddle Jr., probably. On a lighter note, I can just see them backstage like this by the lovely artist @theimpossiblefifth​. Read on AO3 :) Enjoy! - J xx

One look in your eyes

I can read your mind

 You're naughty, my type

Care for a good time?

You could be just like all your high society friends at high tea

You could get with a football player

But there’s nothing like a shot of adrenaline in the morning

You know you want a dragon slayer

“Like me,” James mouthed seductively to the camera and winked.

“I’m Alice Fortescue, these wonderful lads are The Marauders, thank you for joining us this Saturday Night Live!” the actress grinned widely as the camera backed away.

The boys all gathered around her in a group hug.

“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Obviously, this was Sirius speaking.

“You were wonderful, honey,” a low voice whispered.

A smiling man with sweet eyes and a mop of dark hair put his arms around Alice.

“Oh, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Frank!” the bubbly actress grinned widely, “He’s a photographer for GQ.”

“Sick!” James shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Frank; lovely working with you, Alice; hope you’ll both come to one of our shows sometime, ta-ta!” Sirius practically dragged the band away before anyone could say anything more.

“What was that?” Remus tutted at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, ta-ta?” the bespectacled boy wiggled his nose to adjust his glasses that had gone askew, “Who says that?”

“Not what I meant,” the pale, mousy-haired boy shrugged off his suit jacket in their shared dressing room.

“Look, I’ll explain later!” Sirius pleaded, “Just hurry up and let’s get the hell -”

“Yoo-hoo! Siri!” a warbling, high-pitched voice giggled on the other side of the door, “This is their room here, Tommy...”

“Christ,” the dark-haired boy covered his face with his hands. 

“We’ll deal with Bella,” James set his jaw and turned to the other two, “Ready?”

Remus and Peter rolled up their dress shirt sleeves and nodded.

The trio filed out of the dressing room, forcing Bella Black and her friend backward, and immediately shut the door behind them.

“He doesn’t want to see you or any of your family again, Bella,” said James sternly, giving the show's new cameraman the stink-eye for good measure. 

Bella stuck her tongue out childishly. 

Her guest grimaced and offered his hand to the boys, “I’m sorry about her. She overheard I was interested in speaking with you young talents and… well, it got a bit out of hand. I’m Tom Riddle, of Riddle Records.” 

Really, the man with chiseled features and dark slicked back hair wasn’t much older than they were. But he was dressed more expensively than they could ever be comfortable with, even with the fresh success of their debut album.

“You’re Senior’s kid,” James nodded, his mother being an agent in the industry. He noted just the smallest flinch at the mention of the man's father. “With all due respect, we already have a label.”

“A label that has you locked into a contract as a group,” Tom gave them each his card and presented James with another one for Sirius, “We would pay any fees associated with breaking your current contract, then we would launch your solo careers - James as the pop prince, Sirius as the rock and roll bad boy, Remus as the R&B god, and Peter as the jazz legend!”

“We’re better musicians together,” said Remus.

Tom leaned in, “Your success now, quadrupled. Plus the potential for high-engagement collaborations among you. The freedom to create in your own style on top of that. Imagine it. And give me a call.”

"Ta-ta," Bella blew them each a kiss in a way that could only be described as menacing. When they were out of the boys' earshot she simpered, "You're such a clever businessman, Tommy."

"Don't call me that," he yanked his arm away and pressed his phone to his ear irritably, "I found us some new business and laid the groundwork. Can I have my allowance now?" 

The Marauders flew back to Scotland that night and rehearsed for months until they were ready to drop before flying back to LA for Night One. 

“Nervous?” Sirius whispered while they waited for their opening act, DJ Dedalus Diggle, to finish his set.

“Why would you ask me that?” James huffed, adjusting his bright red tie for the umpteenth time. 

“You need more glitter,” Molly patted his cheekbones lightly with her pointer finger, which was covered in the golden stuff.

“Five minutes, boys!”

“Thanks, Arthur!” Remus spoke for them all.

“We’ve got this, Jimbo!” Peter bounced excitedly on his heels.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve been performing at recitals since you were big enough to reach the keys from the bench.”

“The jitters never get old,” his baby-faced friend told him, “but we’re all going out there. And with everything we do together, we always have fun.”

James nodded to himself and made sure to check on their drummer for the tour, “You good, Kingsley?”

The man in a rose-red disco suit twirled the sticks deftly in his hands, “Let’s do this.”

“... and now, Los Angeles,” Diggle hyped the crowd, “give it up… for The Marauders!”

The lights went up and the boys looked out at the incredibly emotional fans who’d come to see them.

“Right,” James whispered, reaching for the microphone with shaking hands, “A-one, two, three.”

I don’t have a lot of time

I’m running for my dear life

Can’t breathe without you by

Aye aye aye

It’s a full house

But I’ll seek you out

It’s a wild crowd

But I’ll seek you out

I don’t know how

But I’ll seek you out

James couldn’t help grinning ear to ear as Sirius broke out into his guitar solo.

Remus pointed out a sign that said, “Marry me, James Potter!”

The lead singer laughed and spoke into his mic, “Well, will you buy me dinner first, at least?” 

The girl promptly fainted.

Arthur was by her side immediately to make sure she was alright.

“Oh, dear, you’ve hit your head,” Molly crouched down beside him and handed the young girl an ice pack.

The red-headed manager got his first good look at the videographer and her multi-pocketed fishing vest and cargo pants.

She noticed him staring, “I’ve known these boys a long time. You never know what you’re going to need.”

“Good advice,” he helped her and the fan back up in one go, “I’m Arthur.”

“Molly,” she grinned, hoisting her camera back onto her capable shoulders and focused back in on James.

Under your spell, I like how you play it

Keeping it cool is so overrated

Waiting on you, every breath bated

Hey hey hey

They played LA two more nights before moving on to San Francisco. Then Vegas, then Seattle, and across the rest of the continent, all the way to New York.

“Madison Square Garden,” James swallowed, taking in the iconic jumbotron above their heads and the entire stadium, really.

Just three hours later, he was up on that very stage, sweat trickling down his back and the bridge of his nose as he sang his heart out about a funny story the designer, Lily Evans once related about her sister via Instagram post.

There’s a little house on Privet Drive

Where nothing ever happens

Little curtain twitcher of a wife

And a little boy and husband

But when they leave for their nine to five

And the little boy goes to school

The little old lady with cats ninety-nine

Does what she wills to do

Living next to ordinary no. 4

So much to do, so much to explore

The grocer down the street from me

His daughter left for university

And he needs the comfort of my tabbies

Yessiree, that’s what I’m here for

Your neighbour next to ordinary no. 4

After that, they went all over South America. The streets were typically too narrow to drive a tour bus around, so they often jetted from one country to another and rented a little convoy of minivans to take them to the arenas from their hotels and back.

“Shit, Petey’s got food poisoning!” Remus fussed over the poor boy.

“I’m fine! Really!” the blond insisted before doubling over and retching once more.

“I can fill in,” DJ Diggle adjusted his signature flat cap, “I have all your songs pre-recorded -”

“We have half an hour to get it out of his system!” Sirius declared determinedly, “We’re not going on without you, Pete!”

“I’ve got the doctor!” Arthur came in, followed closely by a middle-aged woman with apple cheeks and curly hair.

“You need to replace your fluids,” Molly handed Peter a bottle of electrolytes.

“Yeah, it’s a common bacterial infection going around among tourists,” said the doctor, giving him a dose of antibiotics, “He’s not in any shape to perform, you lot, so you might as well let him rest.”

“I can - oh,” Peter ran to the bathroom.

“How soon can you give him another dose of that?” Sirius asked anxiously.

“Not any time in the next half hour,” she narrowed her eyes at him, apparently having overheard his earlier proclamation.

“Poppy’s right,” said Arthur, “Peter’s health comes first. Dedalus, isolate the keyboards in every track and queue the set list.”

“Try to keep in time,” Sirius added.

“No improvising for tonight, lads,” Arthur warned the regular band members.

“But -” 

“I’m serious.”

“And so am I!” he could only maintain a straight face for two and a half seconds after he said this.

James sighed as they waited for the DJ to introduce them half an hour later, “It’s not going to be the same without Peter.”

“We’ll make the best of it, Jimbo,” Remus assured him, “and he’ll be back with us for the next one.”

The frontman set his jaw, pushed his glasses up his face and pulled the microphone to his lips.

Do you remember

The games we used to play

Mermaids underwater

Aliens in outer space

Do you remember

The sticks we’d raise aloft

We called them swords and never

Lost the battles that we fought

Peter was back on stage the next night, to much celebration and all too soon, they flew back across the pond for their European leg. Of course, their first stop was Scotland.

“It’s so good to be home,” James sighed happily, pausing to wipe his glasses on the hem of his shirt and winking at a girl who lost it at the sight of his abdomen, “This is our last song. Please join in if you know the words. Or make them up. Just have a good time. Be as loud as you want to. We love you all, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. We’re the luckiest boys in the world.”

Is there a risk to it?

Is it a challenge?

If there isn’t, if it isn’t, I don’t want it

Yeah, I wanna do some damage

I feel lucky tonight

I got you by my side

Seven days in a week

And you spend them with me

So hell yeah, I feel lucky

"That sounds really good, Pete," said James from where he lay on the floor of their stage after the arena emptied, "We could use that."

Peter chuckled, "It's Chopin. A waltz."

James ambles over and his friend makes room for him on the bench.

"It's a split C chord, then F, A flat..." he guides him through the song. It's out of time and messy, but they're having fun. "James…"

"Yeah, Pete?"

"What are we going to do about Tom Riddle's offer? I mean, his dad’s label practically owns half the music industry. And Castle is just this little independent… He could make our lives more difficult than he already has." 

"Unless we join him, you're thinking?" 

"We could ask Arthur to negotiate a group contract just the same. I doubt they'll dislike the idea of paying less upfront."

"But what about loyalty to everyone at Castle? McGonagall? Urquart?" James shook his head, "We're having a successful tour in spite of the ticket bots Riddle set on us. We're looking out into seas of fans all wearing our merch in spite of his shipment hijacking. And we're having bloody good time because we're not letting any of the homophobic slander he's fueled the press with get to us."

"Here, here!" cheered Sirius, clinking his beer bottle with his boyfriend's.

"Right, rest up, lads! You deserve it with all the work you put into this show," James stood and ambled back to the tour bus, where Shacklebolt was already sleeping soundly, being the earliest riser of them all.

“Goodnight, all!” Peter loved his friends, truly. But he was convinced their stubborn sense of the meaning of courage would do them a great disservice.

As always when confronted with a decision to make, he visited the only jazz bar in Scotland, the Leaky Kettle. Immediately upon stepping inside, he let the smooth piano carry away the stress. 

“The usual,” he told the bartender.

“Put it on my tab,” Tom Riddle swivelled around on the bar stool, "Fancy meeting you here."

"You mean you didn't expect to? Didn't plan it?" Peter received his drink with barely more than a sideways glance at their adversary.

"It's just business, Peter. I know you understand that."

"Then why go through all this trouble for one act? There must be thousands - hundreds of thousands - of talented artists who could make you rich."

Tom rolled his eyes, "My father was always… a bit single-minded. He wants to put me through my paces before handing me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. But don’t worry about that. Just know this: I think your group is talented and I can see that you’re the musical glue holding it all together. You’re the only one with any formal training, after all. And I really can see to your career’s longevity. If you stick with this boyband too long, though…” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Then what?”

“Well,” the label executive leaned in, “then you’ll need to think about what that does to your image as a real, serious musician.”

The blond boy finished his drink. 

“Another one for my friend,” Tom told the bartender, took his jacket, and left.

His calling card sat heavy in the keyboardist’s wallet.

[elles-choices]

Part 12: Everything (TRR AU, Liam x MC)

Pairing: Liam x MC (Catherine)

Words Count: about 3400

Summary: Catherine Spencer returns to New York after her fall from grace in Cordonia. She left the love of her life behind and all the dreams she had dared to dream. Now she has to pick up the pieces and move on but her past has a way of finding her.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Choices by Pixel Berry

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„And I can't believe that I'm your man

And I get to kiss you baby just because I can

Whatever comes our way we'll see it through

And you know that's what our love can do

And in this crazy life and through these crazy times

It's you, it's you... you make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything

You’re every song…

And I sing along…

‚Cause you’re my everything“ Everything, Michael Blublé

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The sunlight floods Liam’s hotel room, waking him up. Slowly, he rubs his eyes, getting used to the details of his suite. On the nightstand he sees his phone and checks the time, realizing it is still 7:30am. He turns around and sees Catherine’s naked back, her hair strewn across the pillow and he smiles, thinking about the perfect night they spent together and feeling blessed for finally being able to call her his future wife. He closes the distance between them, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up against her, tracing kisses from her naked back to her neck.

Feeling Liam’s warmth and his kisses, Catherine slowly opens her eyes and sighs satisfied, enjoying his presence, „Good morning, Liam“, she says in a husky sleepy voice, turning around to face him.

„Good morning, my love“, he smiles as bright as dawn on a dazzling summer’s day when their eyes meet, „God, you are beautiful… I am so glad I didn’t dream it and you are finally mine…“, he leans in for a gentle kiss.

„I’ve always been yours, Liam…“, she nestles into his arms closing her eyes and listening to his heartbeat, „Even though there were forces keeping us apart, I have never stopped loving you“. She raises her head shortly to look into his eyes, „A paper will make it official but it won’t change my feelings for you, my love“.

„I will always love you, Katie… never forget that! To me there is nothing more important than you“, he caresses her cheek, „I’d give up everything and anything for you and our baby. I appreciate everything you are putting into this relationship… I know you love your job and…“, before he finishes his sentence, she says:

„I love you, Liam. My job is important to me but you and our baby are everything that matters to me and if loving you and spending my life with you includes being the queen of a country, so be it. As long as you love me, I’ll be fine!“, she smiles looking at his excited eyes. „And I can���t wait to have a palace full of children running around…“, she giggles.

„A palace full of children? I’d love that but a palace is a very big place, my Queen. Are these the pregnancy hormones talking?“, he chuckles.

„Maybe…“, she laughs, kissing him. Suddenly, her face expression changes and she jumps out of the bed, running to the bathroom.

Liam goes after her, but the door is locked, „Honey, let me in…“, he listens to her throwing up. Although everybody keeps telling him that it is a normal thing, he is still concerned — Catherine hasn’t been eating well and he could swear she is losing weight. After a few minutes, he says: „Love… please… open up the door“, he hears the flushing sound and she brushing her teeth. Soon she opens the door looking pale and he pulls her in for a hug, „Please, don’t lock the door when you are feeling bad...“, he kisses her hair.

„Sorry, force of habit…“, she looks up at him and tries to smile, „So, what are we doing today?“

„We are driving to your sister’s for breakfast. The entire family will be there to celebrate our engagement and afterwards we will drive to the airport“, he kisses her lips gently, „Hopefully, you will eat something, honey. At least try…“

„Okay, I promise I’ll try, Liam… next week I got another appointment, this time with my doctor in Cordonia and you can ask for a third opinion on my morning sickness“, she giggles, giving him a peck on the cheeks and moving aside. „We should get dressed, drive to my parents first to change these clothes and then go to my sister’s!“.

Liam smiles and they pick up their scattered clothes, getting dressed to leave.

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Catherine’s family was very excited for them and to have Liam as a new addition to the family because they knew he loved and respected Catherine and it was clear to everyone that she was completely in love with him. Liam enjoyed to be treated as just another person, around her family he was Liam — no titles or influence. This was one of the things that made him fall in love with Catherine, in her eyes he sees the man behind the crown. 

After a couple of hours sharing the details of their engagement with her family, they left to the airport on their way to Cordonia. Catherine was feeling tired and fell asleep in Liam's arms. Her lack of energy, due to her difficulty to keep food and liquids down, has not gone unnoticed and concerns Liam still. He is glad though that she was able to eat some fruits for breakfast.

Catherine wakes up a few hours into the flight to Cordonia and doesn’t find Liam by her side. She looks around and sees him in another seat, working on his laptop. She stands up and walks up to him and when he sees her, he smiles, „Hi love, did you sleep well?“, he takes her hand and pulls her onto his lap.

Catherine giggles and puts one arm around his neck, kissing his forehead, „Yeah but I missed you… what are you up to?“, she turns to the other side and looks at the computer.

„I’ve been working on our engagement announcement and getting prepared for our interview. We have it set up for 10am on Sunday, about 1pm the announcement will go out to the media outlets and the interview will be shown on TV at 8pm. Monday morning we will have a press appointment in the gardens, where media outlets will be able to take some photos and ask a couple questions and that’s it, once the news are out you will be officially Cordonia’s Queen-to-be“, he strokes her back. „Do you wanna see the announcement?“, she nods and he opens a file, showing the Royal Crest and she reads:

‚HIS MAJESTY KING LIAM OF CORDONIA

AND LADY CATHERINE SPENCER

ARE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED

The King of Cordonia is delighted to announce his engagement to Lady Catherine Spencer.

The wedding will take place next month, in the capital. Further details about the wedding will be announced in due course.

His Majesty the King and Lady Spencer became engaged this month during a private holiday in New York. King Liam has informed close members of his family and also sought the permission of Lady Spencer’s father.

Following the marriage, the couple will live in the capital at the palace.’

Catherine turns her head back to Liam and smiles. He brushes her cheek with his fingertips and smiles back, „This day is going to be the happiest day of my life. I can’t wait to be your husband. I love you, Catherine. Everything I’ve been through has made me a better man and brought me here because this is where I need to be… by your side“.

„Liam… you are gonna make me cry, baby“, she brushes a couple of tears away and smiles. „I love you too!“, kissing him passionately, losing herself in the kiss, leaving his lips only when the pilot announces that they are preparing for landing. They giggle together and Catherines takes the seat by his side.

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After driving through the empty streets of Cordonia, Liam and Catherine arrive in the evening at the palace, heading directly to Liam’s study, where he planed on telling the news to Leo and Regina. Catherine was quite nervous — they were the only family Liam had and she hoped they would be happy for them. 

Leo was the first one to walk into the room and he smiled widely when he saw Catherine, „Good to see you again, Katie! You are looking so much better than the last time we talked“, he hugs her.

„Nice to see you too, Leo. What have you been up to?!“, she smiles and he walks up to Liam.

„Please, don’t get him started!“, Liam hugs his brother smiling. „Good to see you, brother. Thanks for running the show whilst I was gone!“

„My pleasure! And he is right, Katie, you wouldn’t be able to look me the same way if I told you!“, he glances shortly at her, turning his head back at his brother, „You look different, little bother… I don’t know, somehow happier“.

Liam smiles, „It’s because I am. I have an announcement to make but let’s wait for Regina…“, as he says her name there is a knock at the door and Regina walks in.

Regina smiles as she sees Liam and walks up to him, hugging him. She exchanges a few words with him, turning to Catherine surprised: „Lady Catherine! I didn’t expect to see you back in Cordonia… ever, actually. How have you been?“.

„I’ve been good, thank you, Ma’am. How have you been?“, she smiles politely.

„I’ve been busy traveling but I’m glad to be back home“, she looks at Liam, „So, now that I’m here, what is it that you wanted to tell me, Liam?“, she smiles.

„Well, thank you both for coming here on such a short notice“, he holds his hand out for Catherine to take and brings her to his side, „Leo already knows that Catherine and I have been seeing each other for the past two months. I asked her to give us another chance and after proving myself and showing her the sincerity of my intentions, she finally agreed“, Liam looks into her eyes, holding her hands in his, „Yesterday I asked her to be my wife and much to my delight she accepted my proposal“, he kisses her ring finger and looks at the others, „The announcement will go out tomorrow but I wanted to share it with you two first“.

Leo smiles happily pulling both of them into a hug, „This is wonderful news, Liam! You are a lucky lucky bastard! But you already know that… This woman is good for you, little brother, don’t you mess it up!“, he turns to Catherine, „You take care of him, Katie. My brother has the purest of all hearts and he needs a strong intelligent woman by his side, I’m glad it’s you!“. Catherine smiles and looks at Liam, who is smiling like a fool.

They look at Regina, who is trying to grasp what is going on but doesn’t seem very excited for them. She looks at Liam and says: „You two have all the time of the world. Why do you want to get married so soon? So many things happened after Lady Catherine left Cordonia… you should get to know each other first.“.

„Regina, I believe congratulations are in order here!“, Leo says narrowing his eyes at her. 

Liam pulls Catherine protectively into his arms and says, „Because I love her, I have loved her since the day she came to Cordonia for the social season and had my father not conspired against us, I’d have married her years ago. My biggest regret was letting her go and I don’t need to waist more time, I know exactly what I want and I’m not here asking your permission, Regina. I’m informing you that our wedding is in a month from now“.

„I’m sorry, Liam. I’m just looking for your best interest… I didn’t mean to come off rude. If this is what you two want… congratulations!“, she tries to put on a smile.

„Yes, this is what we want“, Liam looks at Catherine, who looks a little uncomfortable with the situation and he strokes her back, „Okay. We just got back from New York. If there is no more questions, I’ll take Catherine to our apartment and come back to finish up a few things for tomorrow“, Liam throws an angry glance at Regina and she lowers her sight.

„Regina and I will leave you alone. Have a good night, you too!“, Leo puts one arm around Regina’s neck and leads her out of the study. Liam looks at Catherine, noticing she seems a little troubled because of Regina’s reaction and says:

„Don’t worry about her, she will come around“, he leans in for a kiss.

„I’m not worried… I guess, I just hoped she would be more supportive towards you“, she brushes her knuckles on his cheeks.

„Yeah, she can’t get over my divorce… but I don’t care“, he kisses her forehead.

„Well… Okay, maybe she just needs some time…“,she smiles trying to ignore what just happened, „So, let’s go?“. Liam takes her hand and they leave the room.

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Walking through the hallways of the palace, Liam chuckles and Catherine looks at him smiling.

„What is going on in this mind of yours?“, she brushes her hand over his arm.

„Nothing… I just thought of something. Would you like to move in with me? I mean… into my bedroom? We will be married in a few weeks anyway. I’d really like that“, he raises her hand and kisses it.

„And miss you sneaking into my room late at night? I don’t know…“, she giggles, „It’s so sweet of you to think about it but I’d like to keep some traditions alive and moving in together could be one of them“, she gives him a peck on the cheek.

„Hmm… If this is what you want“, he opens the door to his apartment and when they walk in he presses her against the door, „Is this really what you want, Catherine?“, he smiles a traces kisses from her neck to her décolleté.

„Hmm, are you trying to seduce me into accepting your invitation?“, she closes her eyes enjoy his kisses. Liam’s hands roaming over her body, trailing lower and stopping between her legs. She presses herself against his touch.

„Is it working?“, he smirks and she turns around.

„Hmm, care to give me a hand?“, he unzips her dress, revealing her back and a chill goes down his spine as he touches her naked skin. She turns around, looking into his eyes and lets her dress falls to the floor exposing her firm breasts to him and he groans.

„To answer your question… No, it’s not working“, she winks at him with a naughty smile on her face. Catherine kisses his cheek and walks past him to her room, closing the door behind her. Liam smiles and sighs, throwing his head back, then he looks back at her direction and walks up to the door, knocking on it.

„Honey?“, he tried to open the door but it’s locked, „Let me in, love… you can’t… you can’t do this to me. I am suppose to work a little bit, but how can I concentrate if you leave me high and dry?!“, he hears Catherine giggling behind the door, „I can hear you… let me in, please“.

„Bye, Liam. See you when you’re back!“, she walks into the bathroom to take a shower.

„Fuck“, he whispers, „I’ll be back in one hour and if you don’t open the door then… I promise I’ll have it removed by tomorrow!“, he says smiling and leaves shaking his head.

One hour later, after being in bed for a while waiting for Liam, she decided to go to his study to check up on him. A few feet from the door she could already hear Regina’s voice arguing with him about something. She stops before the door and listens to the conversation.

„Liam, this is too soon! You barely know her…“, Regina says.

„I don’t remember to have asked for your council on this matter, Regina“, he pauses, leaning on his desk, „Look, you don’t need to waist your time here with me because it is not up to discussion“, Liam says and there is a silence in the room. „We are expecting a child, Regina… everything is so perfect in my life right now, why can’t you just be happy for us?“, his voice softens and Catherine smiles, listening to him.

„A child? How far along is she?“, she asks.

„Eight weeks… we saw the baby, listened to its heart beat… it’s such an amazing feeling! I’m going to have a child with the only woman I have ever loved and I couldn’t be happier“, he says smiling.

„So you two are two months together and she is about eight weeks along? Liam, this kid could be anyone’s child, please tell me that you are not this naive!“, she pauses and Catherine frowns by the sound of her words, „Look, this woman could be taking advantage of you. This child will be the crown prince or princess of this country, you own it to your people to at least be sure it is yours! Who knows with how many men she has been in the past months?“, Regina raises her voice, „You could be raising a bastard… an impostor!“. Catherine feels as if the wind was knocked out of her. She waits for a reaction from Liam but she doesn’t hear anything coming from him. She looks carefully through the slightly ajar door and sees Liam walking to the bar grabbing a bottle of Whisky and a glass. She closes her eyes, fighting the tears, scared he is falling into Regina’s trap and considering her ideas as he doesn’t respond to her accusations.

Catherine shakes her head and steps back, walking briskly through the hallways on her way out of Liam’s Government wing. She needs some air and wanted to go for a walk as she sees Leo getting home, parking his car in front of the Entrance of the palace. She walks down the stairs and he sees her.

„Hey! What are you up to?“, he asks.

„Hi Leo, I need a car“, she says trying to pretend everything is okay.

„Hmm, have you talked to Li? He could call the driver… or I can do it for you!“, he smiles friendly.

„No, no… I went to his study but he is busy with Regina. I’d rather drive myself, there is a couple of errands I would like to run“, she says.

„My car is outside, but what kind of errands are you planing on running at this time of the night?“, he smirks.

„I’m a woman, Leo. Do you really want me to give you a list of the things I need moving into a new home?“, she smiles.

„Okay, okay. You can take my car! The Audi parked over there. When you get back, please leave it at the same place and the keys in Liam’s study“, he hands her the keys.

„Got it! Thank you!“, she says, smiling and leaves the palace.

Leo watches as she heads to the car and says: „Hey, do you even know how to drive stick?“

Before entering the car she says: „I’ll figure it out!“, quickly she get’s in and drives out. Leo shakes his head, hoping she won’t destroy his brand new car.

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Almost two hours later there is a knock at Leo’s bedroom door. 

„Leo? Are you awake?“, Liam says.

„Hmmm… Now, yes. Come in!“, Leo hides his face under a pillow and Liam turns the light on.

„Have you seen Catherine? I have been waiting for her for over an hour, I have looked all over the palace and I can’t find her“, he asks worried.

Leo sits in bed and looks at Liam confused, „She isn’t back yet? She said she had to run some errands and I gave her my car keys“.

„Errand? What errands?“, Liam asks nervous.

Leo puts his hands up, looking at Liam, „No idea, brother. She said she went to your study but you were busy with Regina and that she needed to go… she never told me where she was heading to!“

Liam closes his eyes and cover them with one hand, „Fuck!“, he turns around, punching the wall.

„What has this wall ever done to you, Liam?“, Leo asks worried.

„She probably heard parts of my talk to Regina, freak out and left“, he sighs, „She is pregnant with my baby, Leo, why would you give her your car keys this late at night?“, Liam raises his voice.

„What? She is pregnant?“, Leo jumps out of the bed. „Liam, I had no idea…“.

Liam breaths deeply, „I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault. I’m just worried sick… Regina said terrible things… I gotta go find her, Leo“. 

„We will find her, Li. I’m coming with you“, Leo takes a white T-shirt and sweatpants he had thrown over a chair and puts them on, „Let’s go, we’ve got no time to lose!“.

(to be continued…)

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