#for life. why are you fixing them when they were born that way huh?

[autisticlee]

what the fuck is conservatives' problem with hormone blockers. I don't get it. they whine and complain and make laws against giving kids hormones because "they're too young to decide and will regret going through the wrong puberty so young." so we said okay, we will just block puberty until they are adults so they have time to decide and aren't taking hormones as kids. AND THESE PIECES OF SHIT HAVE ISSUES WITH THAT TOO. they suddenly decide that (trans)kids must be forced to go through wrong puberty.

there's no middle ground or compromising with them. they simply want all trans people dead, illegal, and nonexistent. and I truly, genuinely do not get it. I don't understand!!!! their arguments never answer that. it's always dumb reasons like "it's bad and I don't agree" I don't agree with your beliefs so I guess that means you need to stop too 🤷

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when..”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism

wc: 2449

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“CAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,” emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, “and she let it happen! those poor human souls… HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!” her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis

she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. “ugh… if only i can do something.”

“thats the thing, emily. you can.” you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.

“how?! we’ve been trying to find ways for the past week! even then…” she turns “i dont want.. you know.” a rare frown settles on the seraphim’s face.

“you dont want to let sera down, huh?” she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.

“no…! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myself…”

that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.

“youre not thinking of going down there… are you?” ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.

“i cant just leave them there em– i just.” you frown “i can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.”

“this is about your father… isnt it?”

static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?

“you dont understand.”

she calls your name, “its just— its dangerous down there.”

“look, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any way…”

“thats not true, though.” she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.

“i help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. … but my fa..fami…,” you hesitate, debating over your word choice, “… they’re down there; it seems like my life attracts ‘bad things’, hah. i just.. i need to go.”

“i understand that but… do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?”

her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.

“…good night, emily.” hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.

thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.

you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heaven’s court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.

“WELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?” adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.

“good evening, sir adam, maam,” you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, “dont mind a gal like me, just strollin’ her way home.”

“AH, well, since we’re here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont you–”

“no—,” you take a deep breath, “no, thank you.”

“bitch, you didnt even let me fini–.”

“well pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little… excursion to hell.”

“OH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.” your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face “two, you got kickass aim! you shot… squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?”

“whether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.” trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.

lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.

adams voice booms at you “LISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.”

“uhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,” the man smirks as she continues , “outings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to ya’.”

you shouldve flown off a long time ago.

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the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.

it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emily’s to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand… hypothetically.

its not like that stop you anyway.

flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.

whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.

a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.

i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.

a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.

your soul could be enslaved.

.

you were never that dumb, anyway.

you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fall—

“MMPHM!” you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.

“WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN’, YOU WRENCH!” the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. “BETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!”

“sorry, maam…”

“sorry, my ass! hmph.”

you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by… a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.

CANNIBAL TOWN.

ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.

“haha… hello… there, good sir.” some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it… he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. “that is mine, thank you.”

your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.

however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ank—

sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.

see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.

right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black… PITCH black irises.

“oh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!” she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.

“ALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showin’ up at my doorstep!” she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.

she clicks her tongue and smiles “ah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing ya’, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!”

“as much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.” you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.

“ohh, we’ll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys… you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!” she pushes you inside a cute ol’ building Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.

“sit, sit! make yourself comfortable,” her motherly tone calms you down, “can i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.” she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.

you introduce youreelf formally, “its a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a gal’ like yourself.” you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.

“awwww, you’re so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of ya’, you drip with honey, hun!”

“i could say the same for you, maam.” you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.

“here, i’ll getcha fixed up in no time.”

silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.

“thank you, by the way.”

“oh, don’t mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.” she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.

“well— um,” you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.

“oooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastor’s podcast! quite the charmer, he is!”

his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.

“greetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio sh…”

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you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.

pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during one’s lifetime which will then be passed down to the organism’s offspring.

the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next genera…

genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.

you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.

newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.

“thats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookin’ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!” his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.

some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.

even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.

thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.

the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.

you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.

“im no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lil’ water on ya’”

exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.

“hush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,” very unlike him , “be a dear and grab a towel?”

you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. “you need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..” you smiled “and a nice cup of tea, hm?”

he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet “hey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!”

“aah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?”

“im your only daughter, pa.”

“and you are also my favorite daughter.”

you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, “go shower! ugh, now i need to change..” you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. “shoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethin’.”

“thank you, dear.”

“anything for you dad.”

anything for you.

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 29

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: The Fallen Ones.

Notes: I kept revising this one :S It's time to let it free.

Warnings: Grief. Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +200K

Chapter:  29/ It’s a secret.

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By the time you felt strong and awake enough to leave your room, it was past midday.

There was talk in the fort about what had transpired in the village the previous night, about Lancelot, and how the flames had not harmed him or the family he had saved.

So far, most of it was positive.

You found your mother as she was searching for Ciro and Squirrel, apparently the little ones had skipped the soup that had been served at midday in the dinning hall for all to enjoy.

She looked quite tired still, it was much harder for your parents to use their healing abilities than it was for you, and it took some more time for them to feel better again.

Mirena carried a warm tea in her hands like it was a source of life to her, it was a habit she had kept for years, there was nothing some tea could not fix for her.

You walked with her through the fort in search of the little rascals, the scent of the tea filled your nostrils.

She took a sip from her cup. “This morning I have told the children of what happened in the village, so they would not be confused by what is being talked about in the castle.”

“That is good.” You approved of it. “Do they know of what Lancelot did?”

She gave a nod. “They loved to hear all about that.”

Squirrel and Ciro must have nearly asked her ears off about it.

Mirena spoke so casually that she might as well have talked about the weather, “He is a handsome man, don’t you agree?”

“Huh?” You weren’t sure who she was speaking off.

“Lancelot.” She clarified.

There was no point denying it. “He is.”

“Those eyes.” She nudged your elbow with her own. “You must have noticed.”

Slowly you turned to look at her face, “Mother, should father be concerned?”

It was only a jest, because you sensed that she was trying to fish information out of you.

Mirena did not let it fool her. “Of course not.”

You wondered why she would bring this up now, “Why this sudden interest in the Ash Man then?”

With another sip of tea, she told you what was on her mind, “Little moon, I think you need to speak to him. The Ash Man is not the kind of man I thought he was, even when drunk.”

“How so?” It piqued your curiosity.

She recalled what happened that night during their short walk, “He kept apologizing when I walked him to his sleeping quarters on the night of the feast.”

You frowned. “For what?”

She named a few, “For everything, for drinking, for what he did to his people-”

It strangled your heart. “Oh…”

“For you.” She said, and asked about it, “Why did he apologize for you? Is there something he did wrong?”

How much had he told her?!? You had spared her of most of the details regarding your time in captivity. Was this about what he had tried to do that night?

You tried to ease her mind, “Nothing I haven’t forgiven him for.”

Apart from the attempt to kiss you…

She could tell that you were hiding something from her, your fidgeting hands warned her.

That night kept going through your mind over and over again.

“I think his conscience was just clawing at him. But, may I tell you something?” You asked.

“Of course.” She nodded encouragingly.

You tried to not give away that he had tried to kiss you, fearing how she would respond, “He was raised as a monk since childhood and lived strictly by the rules set in the scriptures of the Church, until he saved Squirrel and I. Now… sometimes it feels as if… uhm…”

It wasn’t easy to explain how it felt like he was growing more and more closer to you. Lines were blurring and bending.

Mirena saw you struggle and stated what she had observed, “He cares for you and Percival very much, like family would.”

You managed to nod timidly. “I trust him with my life, mother. I’ve never met anyone who could be so unselfishly caring. Sometimes I feel as if he effaces himself, to repent for the past. Last night was not the first time he stepped into danger for the sake of others. It frightens me.”

A pensive hum sounded from her. “Thankfully, he has someone who reminds him that his life is important too. Someone who cares.”

“I hope he believes me when I try to tell him this.” You feared he did not accept this truth.

She gave some wise advice, “Remind him of it often. Sometimes it takes a while before people are ready to believe others care for them too. If the former Weeping Monk can convince a Dawn Woman of this, you can convince him too.”

Ah yes, the Dawn Folk were not quick to trust at all.

You chuckled a little at it. “I really picked the hardest person to trust, didn’t I?”

She jested about it, “It does not surprise me, Little Moon. Nothing is ever simple with you.”

You scoffed amused. “Thank you, mother.”

She drank up the remainder of her tea as you walked through the entrance hall towards the courtyard together. “When you disappeared, the night the Brotherhood took you, your father and I thought you had ran off with the Ash Man.”

She was sheepishly admitting to what you had already thought had happened.

You shook your head, smiling at the absurdity. “Mother.”

“It was a possibility.” Mirena breached the matter on her mind. “He does appear quite charmed by you.”

You were quick to try and refute it, “He was a monk not long ago.”

She did not fall for the attempt to brush it away. “Do you think monks cannot feel love in their hearts? Those of the clergy vow not to act on it, it does not mean that they do not feel it.”

“I know that.” You meekly said. “But Lancelot and I are just friends, we have been by each other’s side through terrible things, that created a bond.”

She opened the door to the courtyard for you. “I am grateful the Ash Man was by your side when we could not be. Your father is too, even though he will not admit to it.”

It reminded you. “I never expected father to help him last night.”

“He’d rather help Lancelot, than watch you run into danger to do so yourself.” She was close to scolding you over it again.

You walked into the courtyard a bit faster before she could.

An arrow flew across the courtyard all of a sudden, shortly followed by excited voices. It had landed in a practicing target, a wooden pole with a sack of straw bound to it, at the other side of the courtyard.

Well, you had finally found Squirrel and Ciro. Lancelot was helping them learn archery, he tried at least. Squirrel was seemingly determined that his skill needed no adjustments, even if the Ash Man tried to give some useful hints. But Ciro was more accepting of the help, as he knelt to the boy’s height he showed him how and where to hold the bow and arrow best.

The second arrow that flew across the courtyard landed in the heart of the straw target, it was quickly followed by Squirrel’s arrow that landed in the head of it. Perhaps the boy was right to be proud of his skill at such a young age already.

Mirena watched them for a while, letting them have their moment of fun before she would scold them for letting their soup go cold. You bit your lip, knowing that your mother was waiting for the right moment to call upon Squirrel and Ciro.

Lancelot let Ciro try it on his own. “Nock.”

The arrow fell from Ciro’s hands, he quickly picked it up and tried to do as asked. Poor Ciro was shaking in his boots until Lancelot came to his side to help again.

“I can’t do it.” Ciro was beginning to panic.

He put a hand on the child’s back. “Perhaps not yet. But you will not know until you try.”

Squirrel went over to Ciro. “Go on, you can do it.”

With shaking hands, Ciro nocked the arrow and lifted the bow.

“Breathe, Ciro.” Lancelot told him.

Slowly but surely, your cousin’s hands steadied, little puffs of air formed in the cold air at his mouth. The arrow was released and landed in the side of the straw target.

It was good enough to have a positive reaction from Ciro. “I did it! I did it!”

Ciro accidentally knocked one of the edges of the bow against Squirrel.

“Oi!” Squirrel ducked to avoid a second collision.

“Sorry, Squirrel.” Ciro apologized quickly.

Squirrel looked at the target, than back to Ciro with a smile. “See! I told you you could do it!”

Ciro looked so relieved at the approval coming from his friend.

“Well done.” Lancelot praised. “Both of you have done very well.”

Your mother walked up to them, you followed a few steps behind.

“Well done, indeed.” She announced her presence and saw the children get a little nervous. “So this is what the two of you were doing while the soup went cold.”

Lancelot frowned in confusion, then realized they had ‘forgotten’ to mention this to him and send the two of them a stern look before apologizing to her. “Forgive me, Mirena. Had I known they were expected in the dining hall, I would have brought them there.”

She waved it away. “No apology is needed from you, Lancelot. It must have ‘slipped’ their minds.”

You bit your lip again, the children were looking at her like caught criminals.

“The soup is still waiting, boys.” Mirena send them a look. “Off to the dining hall with you it is.”

Ciro grabbed Squirrel by the sleeve and pulled him along, knowing that his aunt was giving them a second chance.

You stepped aside for them as they followed her inside, then walked over to Lancelot. “So, decided to teach them archery because teaching them the sword would potentially alarm others?

He could only affirm it. “I spend many of days on lecturing others how to use their weapons best. Old habits.”

You hummed, “I think you just love to show off your skill, and what better audience than children?”

He tried not to smile. “Or perhaps I just want them to learn a useful skill.”

You hummed again cheekily, it made the smile break through on his face.

“Are you feeling better?” He inquired, holding the bow loosely in his hand.

Physically you felt better, but you couldn’t pretend that you had not dreamt that he had not gotten out of that fire last night.

“Better.” You assured him.

He blinked and squinted his eyes just a little. “Yes?”

Well…

Quietly you confessed, “I dreamed that you didn’t walk out of the fire.”

“Oh…” He fell silent.

Your mother’s advice came to mind. “I’m really glad you did.”

He was quiet for a different reason now. His heart felt full after hearing this.

You turned at the sound of a group passing by, some of the knights were heading out it seemed. Matthew was among them and looked at you as he walked by, but dropped his attention to the grass soon. It wasn’t nice to feel uncomfortable about the situation, but it was all still so raw.

Lancelot noticed something was off, “What was said between you and the knight yesterday? I saw him beg.”

With a shrug of your shoulders, you told him, “I told him what I thought of his babbling behind my back. We aren’t on good terms right now.”

He gave a compassionate look. “I am sorry. I know it is hurting you.”

Knowing what you did now, had spared you from greater pain later. “At least I know the truth now. Before I could be persuaded to wed him, that would have been worse.”

His question came quick, “You thought of wedding him?”

You grimaced at the thought. “My father spoke of it to me yesterday, he said he wouldn’t mind a joining between Matthew and I. I was quick to throw that idea off the table.”

Lancelot let out a breath, the news staggered him, “A joining…”

“No joining.” You scoffed. “No nothing.”

His stunned reaction made you look at him questioningly.

“What?” You saw how downcast he appeared now. “Don’t worry Ash Man, I have no desire to be trapped again. Not in a dungeon, and certainly not in wedlock.”

All he managed was a nod.

To lead the conversation away from the awkward topic, you asked, “Have you read all of that page I gave you last night?”

He took a step away and touched your arm, asking you to walk with him for a while. “I have. Thank you for giving it to me, even if it meant ruining a book.”

You gently asked about it, “Do you remember your parents?”

“Only their names. Their faces have become a vague memory a long time ago.” He sounded pained. “I never knew they were considered royalty among the Fey. I was too young to remember.”

The names had been present on the page for you to read. King Ban, Queen Elaine and their son.

It wasn’t your intention to upset him. “Sorry, if I sound curious-”

“You trusted me with your family, I shall trust you with mine.” He locked eyes with you as he walked. “What is there you wish to know?”

You were a bit worried you’d still accidentally upset him, “Do you know what happened to them?”

He fidgeted with the bow a little, lost in thought.

“Are they…” You couldn’t get the rest of the question over your lips in fear of the answer.

Lancelot knew what you were trying to ask him. “I was told my father died in the war, and my mother of grief after they took me.”

A lump formed in your throat, how awful had the Church been to him… You honestly didn’t know what to say to that.

He noticed. “It was a long time ago.”

It was obvious he was trying to hide how it hurt him. “I can’t imagine that it does not hurt to know.”

He walked with you past the curtain wall of the fort, and fixed his eyes on the sea in the distance. “I do not like to think of how my mother must have felt. Her last thoughts of me, she must have know what would become of me after I was taken.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, letting him have some time to collect himself, he needed it. It wasn’t until he pulled his attention away from the distance that you spoke again. “You became a man who she would be very proud of.”

He looked around himself, than stopped, and made you halt too by carefully taking hold of your lower arm. Your eyes were on him right away, watching him step closer.

His thumb drew slow circles on your sleeve. “If you believe it to be true, than I shall consider it so.”

You felt your heart beat in your throat all of a sudden and looked down to his hand, he saw but did not move it away. “I know it to be true. I see it all the time.”

It wrapped around your arm, like it was resisting the urge to pull you towards him. You could feel his gaze on your face, but the nervous feeling that settled in your stomach refused to let you meet it. All you could tell was that he often discreetly looked around him, like he did not want others around to see. That in itself was proof that he knew this line between you kept bending in ways that others would take notice off.

“Uhm…” You fished for something to say whilst keeping your eyes on a fallen leaf, “Is that the bow you always have on Goliath’s saddle?”

A short pause came before his answer. “It is. I was taking it back to the stables.”

You forced your feet to move a step to the side, it broke the hold on your arm immediately, only than did you look at him. “Then I’ll let you do that… I’ll go and see if my mother needs any help with the young ones.”

His eyes followed your every movement, “Alright… I will see you tonight?”

“Tonight.” You spoke fast.

It seemed to be amusing to him. “Good.”

You let him walk past and could have sworn he bumped into your arm with his on purpose now. Especially because he smirked back at you as he walked away.

Your whole being responded strongly to him, similar to what you had experienced before, yet different. Stronger. So much stronger and you did not want to let that feeling take hold again, not after it had caused you such pain.

No.

No.

This wasn’t good. It would pass. Surely it would pass…

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That evening, as he returned from the stables, Lancelot searched the hallways for the Dawn Folk scent. He found it, but unfortunately it was not yours, only two similar ones. Mirena and Helio were conversing in the hallway. He had managed to stop before they’d notice his presence, a corner blocked him from their sights.

It was not his intention to eavesdrop, but he did overhear them. From the angle he was standing, he could also see them.

Mirena was reassuring Helio, “You are a good man, and a good father. I am sure she knows it.”

Helio did not sound like he believed it and spoke with a heavy heart, “When I saw her running to that fire… I had to reach her in time.” He hated to think back to that moment. “I do not want to lose her again.”

She explained your reason for that action, “She thought her friend was burning, my love. How would you have responded if it were you?”

He nodded shallowly. “I always tell her she is so much like you, but it is when I see myself in her that it frightens me.”

“That eagerness to run into danger to help others.” She tsked him. “She is much like you. You might as well argue with a mirror instead of her.”

A chuckle fell from him. “A mirror would not give me her wit.”

“No, it would not.” She smiled.

His wife’s smile brought on his own. “But you often do.”

Mirena hummed, letting him lean in and kiss her tenderly.

That was the moment he turned his eyes away for a second, watching this felt intrusive.

The love between them was clear to see, they left the hallway together. He did not continue his walk yet, he was lost in thought. One desire had managed to crawl under his skin once again. There was someone who he wished he could share the same affections with. It left him to come to his senses, and push the idea away before it could lead to what had happened on the night of the feast.

He resumed his walk and was about to cross paths with a Sky Folk woman when she deliberately stepped in his way. By reflex he stopped before he got too close to her.

Was she there to voice her dismay to his presence in the fort? He had not seen here there before. Black hair, brown eyes and a scar at the side of her neck. No, she did not look familiar.

With a small step he tried to see if she would let him pass.

She spoke to him in response, “I know what you did in the village.”

He looked at her expectantly until she spoke again.

The Sky Woman took a step closer. “The woman you saved is my sister. I am here to thank you for the incredible gallantry you have shown last night.”

Lancelot acknowledged the grateful response she had, “I hope she is well?”

She left little distance between herself and the Ash Man when she got closer again. “She is, and so are the children. Thanks to you. I wish I had something to repay you with.”

He sought no reward. “You owe me nothing. I am glad they are well.”

The young woman kept staring, seemingly intrigued by him. With a shallow nod, he hoped to bid her a good day.

What she said next took him off-guard. “I do wish to thank you. Perhaps some place where we can be alone?”

The last thing he expected was to be propositioned, and in the middle of a hallway. He could not hide how nervous it was making him and kept looking around himself while also keeping an eye on her.

He politely declined the offer. “I do not know you, madam.”

The woman saw that he showed little to no interest, and tried to awaken it. “My name is Emmeline. We can get to know each other, I would be pleased to make your acquaintance.”

From what he could tell, this young woman might have a small infatuation. It was not uncommon to find a person who had done something dangerous, attractive. But he preferred a deeper connection over a shallow one. And this woman did not know him at all.

“Lancelot.” He introduced himself formerly. “Apologies, madam, I seek not what you want.”

She dropped her gaze to the tile floor, looking a bit embarrassed. “I understand. I shall leave you be, sir.”

He felt compassion towards her, she seemed to be kind under that first impression.

Emmeline seemed to shrink under his eyes. “But may I thank you, in another way, for saving my family?”

After a second of thought, and knowing he could easily stop her if needed be, he gave a nod. Timidly she put a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, she was quick to step away. With a curtsy, she bid him a good day and left without saying another word.

Flattering, but unexpected. Usually people tended to avoid him. It appeared two knights who were passing by had seen it happen, one was even sending him a grin while the other was baffled.

What the Ash Man did not know was that they were not the only ones who had seen it…

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

You had been searching for Lancelot around the fort to ask if he’d sit with you at dinner.

You wished you hadn’t…

Had you known that you would see him be kissed by someone, who was quite beautiful, you wouldn’t have searched for him at all. Never before had you felt so physically ill so suddenly. Where did this strong response come from?

Was it the exhaustion from last night mixed with the response to what you had seen? At least you made it to your room and to an empty bucket, because you felt close to throwing up. On your knees you kept the bucket close, feeling the painful tensing in your stomach. Your body was shaking terribly, like it tried to fight it. Nothing came out, and the feeling remained. The last time you had felt like this was after Matthew’s rejection a long time ago, but not this gravely.

It was time to admit to yourself that you had fallen for the Ash Man, and wished you hadn’t. Now you had to go through all the suffering a second time. All of this, only because you had seen him receive affections from another.

You fought against the tears, refusing to let them win and show, telling yourself to calm down. For all you knew, it could have been innocent, just nothing…

“Please, let it be nothing…” The plea was aimed to the Hidden.

It was a selfish thing to ask, but could you not wish for something for yourself?

Squirrel found you dry-heaving whilst he walked by the room, like the Hidden had called him there to see it. It was embarrassing.

The boy was at your side a blink of an eye later. “Are you sick?”

“No… ugh…” The weight of a rock tumbled inside your stomach

Squirrel did not believe it one bit. He saw how you struggled, hunched over the bucket on your knees, and your arm around your stomach. Suddenly he ran off and left you there, then it hit you why that was.

“Squirrel, no, wait!” You shouted after him but he was too stubborn to return without the help he was after. To your dismay, that help came in the form of Lancelot rushing into the room followed by Squirrel.

“See, she’s sick!” Squirrel looked so worried over you, it made you only feel worse and guilty.

Great… you were a mess…

Lancelot knelt by your side, hand on your back, the panic clear in his voice, “What is wrong? Are you ill?”

You were prying his hands off of you, still feeling that awful tightening in your gut. “Leave me be. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He said it to make you feel less embarrassed over it, “I grew up among paladins, I have seen far worse.” Then asked the boy, “Percival, fetch a cold damp cloth.”

Squirrel darted off to the washing table in your room to fetch one.

“Talk to me.” Lancelot’s concern was clear for all to see. But his presence was not helping you now.

You wouldn’t lie to him to avoid further questions, but asked for a delay to answer, “Not now. I’m sorry, not now. I’m not sick, I just need a moment to myself.”

Squirrel returned and handed the requested damp cloth to Lancelot. It did feel very nice to feel the cold cloth be placed on the back of your neck. Was the Hidden alerting him that this situation was caused by distress?

He hated to ask, because he did not wish to do so, “Shall we leave you?”

Hearing and seeing them so concerned… it made you feel guilty. But your fragile heart felt like breaking into pieces again, and it hurt.

You needed the nausea gone before you would be able to tell him what was wrong. “I will tell you, when I’ve had a moment to think.”

He hesitated for a couple of moments before finally rising to his feet and beckoning for the boy.

“Doesn’t she need a healer?” Squirrel pouted up at him.

Lancelot send you an inquiring look.

You shook your head. “I’ll be alright, Squirrel. I promise.”

Poor Squirrel wasn’t put at ease by it.

“Mirena will be waiting for you in the dinning hall, do not let your meal go cold again. Go on.” Lancelot nudged him against the shoulder.

Squirrel didn’t run out like he usually would, he walked out and looked at you one last time before leaving the room.

That heaviness in your stomach was slowly bettering, you dared to look up at the Ash Man whilst pushing the still empty bucket away from you.

He was reluctant to leave you on your own, “I will come find you after dinner. Shall I bring you some then?”

“I don’t feel like eating.” You declined the offer.

There he stood, near the door, feeling powerless to help you. He hated the feeling to his very core. What he hated most was seeing glimpses of sadness present in you, the reason of it still unknown to him.

“Go. Don’t let a meal go cold.” You mustered a small smile.

His boots almost dragged across the floorboards as he headed out of the room.

You still sat on your knees, and let yourself sit on your rear instead. Telling him felt like the wisest choice…

You had survived heartbreak before, would it not be better than prolonging the pain? What if he rejected you? What if he accepted?

Thinking of it was enough for the knot in your stomach to return and you decided to clear your head of it before you’d lose all courage to speak to him later.

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

Lancelot had lost his appetite after the Hidden had notified him of your distress, through them it was as if he had experienced some of what you must have felt.

No, he gravely disliked the feeling that had coursed through him. Some fresh cold air was what he craved to forget the feeling. Some time to clear his mind before he’d search you out to speak to you.

Unfortunately, it was not granted to him.

From a distance, he had already picked up that Sky Folk scent he hoped to avoid.

Matthew found him in the courtyard, and when he saw that no one else was around, he went over to the Ash Man, “I think we should have a word, don’t you?”

Lancelot could hear the venom in his tone. “If you find it necessary.”

“I do.” Matthew responded sharp. “I know you were the one who told y/n.”

He turned to face the knight, feeling the tense turn in the atmosphere. “If you had told her yourself, perhaps she would be more inclined to forgive you.”

The knight looked seconds away of hitting him, he had been in enough battles to recognize that sort of look.

Matthew let him know what was bothering him, “Do not act haughty to me, I know why you’ve done it! It’s much easier for you to have her all to yourself if there are no others vying for her!”

The furious knight sought to escalate this by shoving the Ash Man against the chest.

When Matthew tried to do it a second time, he knew he had to diffuse this before the situation could get messier than it already was. You would never forgive him if he’d damage one of those ��honey eyes’.

With fast reflexes, Lancelot caught his arm and kicked the back of Matthew’s knee, sending the knight to the ground while blocking his arm behind his back. Matthew tried to get up but the Ash Man kept him to the ground, and prevented he’d use his other arm to free himself.

“I’ve done it, because she deserves to know the truth!” Lancelot snarled.

The fool did not see his mistake, “She didn’t need to know! You only upset her!”

“I did?!” He could not believe his ears. “Others know! Others who have no right to know! How long before it reached her ears? Do you have any inkling of how much you have hurt her?!”

The ruckus had drawn the attention of three other knights, when they threatened to come closer to interfere, it was Matthew who told them to stay back, “Stay out of it!”

The group looked at each other with uncertainty. He felt how Matthew stopped struggling against his firm hold.

“I never thought she would hate me…” Matthew confessed sorrowful. “I took it for granted.”

The love you once had for Matthew had not saved him from the consequences of his actions this time.

He released him and took a few paces away from him, “You did.”

Matthew didn’t get off his knees just yet, and looked at the Ash Man with mixed emotions. “The Weeping Monk has a better conscience than me…” He scoffed. “I understand why she put her trust in you, I don’t like it, but I understand.”

It was almost a nice thing for him to say, if it weren’t so bitterly said. The man was filled with self-pity, it would not help his cause if he let it remain as it was.

He really made an effort to advise him, “You have a conscience as well, I suggest you learn to listen to it from time to time.”

Matthew got up from the ground and waved the watchful knights away, “You believe she could one day forgive me then?”

There was still that attitude, but the question sounded like it had come from a genuine concern.

Lancelot kept at a safe distance from him. “She forgave me. I think she can forgive you too, in time.”

If he deserved it.

Matthew rolled his shoulder, feeling the strain that had been put on it, he did not appear as angry anymore. With a step back, he created more distance. “Speak not a word of this to her.”

Did he sound… embarrassed?

He managed to keep himself from letting the smirk appear, “I do not intent to trouble her with futilities.”

Matthew almost rolled his eyes at him, then he walked past the Ash Man in the direction those knights had gone, undoubtedly to ask the same of them.

So far this day was spared of bloodshed and violence, he prayed it would remain so.

~~~♡~~~♡~~~♧~~~♡~~~♡~~~

The evening had come, and to reassure both Ciro and Squirrel that you were fine, you had went to their room to read some of that book with them again.

They were fascinated by the small bits of knowledge on the Fey clans that they had not been previously aware of. Squirrel began to show more enthusiasm towards reading and you helped him learn, he’d point out a letter and you would tell him what it sounded like.

Needless to say, some very strange sounding words came out of the boy’s mouth often.

Yet, Ciro never once laughed, he was just glad to finally have a friend that did not mind that he wasn’t the bravest around.

Moon Wings were their favorite subject, and you read most of it out loud to them on the matter.

Your fingertip followed the line you were reading in the book, “Moon Wings often posses druid magic, most of them can read the minds of others around them.”

“Wow.” Ciro exclaimed in awe.

“I’ve seen a Moon Wing!” Squirrel said, then went on to tell Ciro all about the young Moon Wing he had seen.

They were a rare kind indeed, it was a Moon Wing child that had survived a cleansing. And you didn’t have to guess how the child had survived…

Outside the window, the stars reminded you of the time. And you had heard some yawns in the past few minutes coming from the children.

“I believe it is time for bed.” You carefully closed the large book.

There were some protests, but they still crawled under the covers. You went around the room to tuck them into bed, which they seemed to appreciate.

“Y/n…” Squirrel caught your arm when you walked by, “I’m really glad you’re my friend. You’re really sweet.”

Was he sick? It was what you first thought upon hearing the compliments.

The initial shock passed and you bend down to kiss his forehead. “I love you too.”

“I didn’t say that.” He sank back in the pillow.

“I’m pretty sure I heard that, somewhere between the other words.” You smiled broadly and saw him do the same.

You repeated the action with Ciro, who promptly used his sleeve to wipe his forehead afterwards.

“Ew.” Ciro blurted out.

“And I love you too, dear cousin.” You snorted a laugh at his response.

Before you left, you blew out the candles and let the darkness of night into the room. To see them close their eyes and softly fall asleep, gave hope for a better world and future for the Fey, at least for them.

You rubbed the sleep from your tired eyes whilst walking through the hallway towards your room. At first you had thought Lancelot had forgotten how he had said he’d come to speak to you after dinner, but now you found him leaning against the wall beside your chamber’s door, he pushed himself off of it when he saw you approach. He was seconds away of questioning you on what happened today, you could feel it.

There was no avoiding it, so you faced the issue head on. “About earlier. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you worry. Sometimes I feel ill when things become too much for me, it’s just the way my body reacts.”

He was visibly relieved to hear that you were not truly ill, “Do you feel better now?”

It was sweet of him to ask. “I feel well.”

Before he could ask what had caused it, you asked him about what had been on your mind all evening and hoped it didn’t sound too nosy. “I saw you with a woman today. Who was she? I didn’t recognize her from living at the fort. Maybe she is new.”

It was already at the back of his mind.

“Ah. I believe her name was ‘Emmeline’, she is the sister of the woman I helped escape from the fire last night.” He said.

The sister of…

Oh…

“She came to thank you…” You finally understood what had happened.

Lancelot’s expression changed slightly, like he was puzzling something together in his mind. “Yes.” The question fell out of his thoughts, “What caused you to feel ill tonight?”

You struggled to make the decision for yourself to whether or not you would tell him the true reason, and if you were ready to do so. What if you made a fool of yourself by telling him?

He saw the reluctance to answer the question in your eyes.

He gestured to the door of your room, “Can we talk? Where we are not so prone to be disturbed?”

Oh no, did he suspect something? Was it obvious to him?

“Of course.” You walked past him to open the door. “Get in before someone sees and gets the wrong idea.”

He grinned and followed you into the room. To let your tired feet rest, you plopped down on your bed to sit. The doll at the foot of your bed had drawn his attention and he picked it up.

“And who is this?” The cheeky Ash Man smiled.

You squinted your eyes up at him. “It doesn’t have a name. My mother gave me that.”

He studied the way it was made for a moment. “Lovely.”

When he showed no signs of putting it down, you teased, “Are you here to play with my doll, or to talk to me?”

His mouth curved at the corner at the jest. With respect for your belongings, he placed the doll back at the foot of your bed, making sure it wouldn’t fall. That was rather thoughtful of him.

He still stood at the foot of the bed when he explained why he had wanted to talk someplace private, “I had hoped to speak to you about the night of the feast.”

“The one you can’t remember?” You were still a little bitter over it.

He was nervously tapping his index finger against the foot of the bed. “I have not been honest with you. I do recall what happened.”

You looked up at his face and saw the remorse in his eyes. “You lied to me…”

It was disappointing.

His bowed his head in shame, voice growing quieter, “By lying, I thought it would spare me from having to face the truth.”

“What truth?” You asked.

He came to your side and knelt down just next to your leg. “I saw you and Matthew together that night, I saw him seek your affection. I drank two tankards of ale..” He took a breath. “I made a mistake.”

“I…” Realization hit. “You saw that?”

His gaze dropped to the floorboards, as if he did not like the memory at all. “I know it is no excuse for my behavior.”

“You were jealous?” You needed to hear him say it, because it didn’t feel real or possible.

“I was.” It was difficult to admit, but he did.

Regret for his actions swarmed inside his head constantly. The foreign feeling had been all consuming that night. Jealousy, mixed with the fear he had for what he felt.

“Why?” Deep down you already knew the reason.

He opened his mouth to speak, the words he wished to say caught in his throat, “Forgive me.”

“Lancelot.” You waited until he looked at your eyes, “Tell me. Please?”

He rose from the ground to walk a few steps further into the room, his back to you. That annoying feeling in your stomach threatened to return at the sight of his reaction. Your legs felt unstable when you stood up and got closer to him.

He slowly turned, his eyes a thousand stars away and yet all present, his hands folded behind his back to hide how unsteady they were. “I fear you will shun me, if you hear what I wish to tell you.”

His hesitation was not because he wished to deceive you, the look in his eyes told of it. The look of a man fearing to lose it all, the same fear you recognized in yourself.

You took his hands in yours, seeking to connect with him. “I wish I could fight away all that troubled you… all I can pray for is that you will feel safe enough with me, to tell me what you wish to say.”

He turned his hands and claimed yours, holding on to them while brushing his thumbs over your knuckles in a soothing manner. Almost did you step back when he knelt down before you.

He submitted himself to you, placing his body and soul at your feet, for his heart was already in your hands.

His eyes lifted to yours, locking on your gaze through his lashes. He hesitated a few times before he began to speak, his voice was full of raw emotion and quite prayer, “Your gracious heart holds mine in it’s power. All I wish for, is yours in return.”

You were staring into the heavens that the gods had created in his eyes, feeling your breathing quicken.

His eyes remained on yours, ensuring himself that all was heard, “I have come to know you, to loveyou.” A pause. “Am I fooling myself into believing that you would let me into your heart?”

You watched him play absentmindedly with your fingers, while his intense gaze distracted you, “You are…”

The mistake dawned on you when seeing his eyes change. “Oh gods, wait no I… ugh,” You could slap yourself for it. “I didn’t mean you are ‘fooling yourself’, I meant that you are in my heart. Gods, I’m such an idiot.”

The nerves were getting the better of you.

He blinked a few times, like you had just turned water into wine. He went through two very different emotions in the span of seconds, highly preferring the one he felt now.

The stunned response just proved how unexpected it was for him that this was a mutual feeling.

You pulled a hand free and buried your face in it. “I’m sorry. I’m a bit overwhelmed. Because I’ve fallen in love with you and I didn’t know if you felt the same…”

He breathed in, the joy visible in his eyes. “You are forgiven.”

You felt safe enough with him to speak the truth of what had happened earlier, “When I saw that woman so close to you, I felt my heart shatter into pieces. I couldn’t stand the thought of another with you. Selfish, I know, and I’m sorry you had to see my reaction.”

It sounded like you had experienced the same distress that he had felt after seeing you with another.

His hand was gently squeezing yours. “Do not apologize. I did not react well to seeing you with another either.”

That was true. Your eyes flickered to the window, feeling the small smile begin to form on your lips.

He was warming your hands with his own. “You love me…”

The truth was finally out. “Quite a lot.”

There was a moment were nothing was said, the reality of the situation was setting in.

“What now?” He inquired in a rather timid manner. “If you wish to ignore it, I will understand.”

His past could not be erased. Matters were already sensitive at the fort. He would understand if you chose to not give in to what you felt. He just need you to hear the truth, just as he needed to hear it too.

You stole your hands from him and covered his own with them. “I don’t really know. But I cannot keep pretending that I am not attracted to you.”

It felt like such a risky thing to admit, and heat went to your cheeks. But he would have figured that out sooner or later anyway. Of course that smug oaf smirked at you for it. You send him a warning look in case he were thinking of teasing you about it. Slowly Lancelot rose to his feet, never breaking the connection your hands formed between you. He held them, using them to bring you a step closer to him. You stilled when he touched your cheek to caress it, his fingertips touched your chin and had a gentle hold on it while watching your response. He collected all his courage while slowly leaning in, aiming for your cheek, offering you the chance to pull away if you’d wish to.

The kiss to your cheek was nothing like the one you had once given him, it was far more intimate than you thought such an innocent kiss could ever be, his warm breath was felt near your ear when his lips lingered.

Tentatively he curled his hand around your shoulder. While leaning back again, his gaze fell on your lips. Seeing him take a deep breath forewarned you for what he desired to do. But the Ash Man was holding back, and you laced your fingers in his jerkin to slowly pull him closer, willing to meet his lips. Almost did your nose touch his, when suddenly he broke away.

You were so confused. “Wha-”

The knock on your door came a second later. Lancelot looked alarmed, having caught the Fey scent.

“It’s your father.”

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Born this way

Spencer Reid x Trans male Reader.

Summary: Reid wants to introduce his trans boyfriend to the team, but first he has to deal with some family issues first.

Words: 21.8k

Warning: Transphobia. Homophobia. Swearing. Crying. Fluff. A Lot of Angst. Depression. Many mental breaks down. Panic attacks. Transphobe Gideon mentioned. Abusive family. Drug addiction mentioned. Alcohol consumed. If I have missed anything let me know. 

A/N: This one-shot means a lot to me by the way. But I’m sorry because this gets deep at points, yes I may have started projecting at certain points my bad. Reader is Gideon's son, Rossi Godson. There are a lot of cute Uncle Rossi moments in this. I love it. (I have many daddy issues he fixes them) I might write a part two where Jason and the reader fix their relationship. Also flashbacks of how Reader grew up and how Rossi and Aaron became protective of him. But that won’t be for awhile if I do, let me know If you would like that though. Thank you for your time.

1989

“No, I wanna dress like a Prince, don't wanna be a Princess” You whine as he holds up the brand new Cinderella dress he has just bought you.

“You want to be a prince” He sighs softly. He hates seeing you look so hurt at the sight of the new dress, he sets it back down. “Why do you want to be a prince huh, you just want to copy your older brother?” He already knew that wasn’t the real answer but he needed to know how you really feel, without him profiling you. 

“Because I’m a boy, and boys are meant to be Prince's not Princess” You stubbornly cross your arms looking up at him. A small mad looking smile on your face, one that looks crazily similar to your fathers.

“You're a boy huh, so now there's two little Gideon boys running around, Lord help us” He chuckles softly watching as your face lights up.

“I'm gonna be a better brother than my brother” You laugh squeaky, excited by his reaction. Your little child mind is already used to abuse and bullying, when expressing how you feel about your gender. So seeing how happy your uncle is for you, just makes your little heart flutter with happiness. 

“Have you told your dad yet?” He asks as he sits down on the couch beside you, trying his hardest to keep his smile on his face. He already knows how your parents feel about these types of ‘situations’.

“I told him the other day, he told me I’ll always be his daughter, I don’t understand why he won’t listen to me, him and mummy don’t get it” You sigh heavily leaning your head on his arm, you know your uncle will always listen to you. 

“I’ll talk to them Tesoro, we will get them to listen to you” He smiles sadly, knowing this is going to be a difficult road for you. “In the meantime, shall I go find your brother's old Prince’s costume” He looks down at you, seeing a big grin spreading across your face as you jump back up.

“Yessss, I'm going to be the best Prince Charming”

“Well Prince Charming, one day you are going to find your own Princess” He smiles as he gets up.

“Ew no way girls have cooties, I'm going to marry another Prince, Uncle Dave” You screw your face up at him which makes Rossi chuckle as he walks out. 

Growing up.

While growing up your dad seemed to always be working and was never around while you and your older brother grew up. You never had a good relationship with him or your mum, they never respect your pronouns or your chosen name. Your dad only started coming around to your gender identity once you moved out and started cutting him and your mum out of your life at age 18, (9 years ago.) But due to everything that happened when you were growing up, the relationship never healed between you and your parents. You haven't spoken to them in over 4 years now. You and your brother aren’t close but still talk occasionally, Stephen was always by your side growing up. He tried to be the overprotective brother you need in your life growing up.

Your Uncle Dave tried his best to stay in your life, but after he finished working with your Dad it became difficult. Their relationship was strained due to the fact he never liked the way your parents treated you. He always sent you postcards and letters whenever he went on his trips and even copies of his books. You were so proud of him when he became an author, your dad said he was full of himself. But you didn’t care, he was your Uncle and you told everyone about his books. You were barely able to catch up with him due to your parents but when you did he always bought you gifts, and even helped you with things that helped ease your gender and body dysmorphia. When you turn 20 he even gave you enough money to get top surgery. You remember crying in his arms and telling him how you wish he was your dad instead of Jason. 

When Dave got back into the FBI, 5 years ago. You had gotten angry with him, and your relationships with him started becoming strained. You were slowly losing touch but you knew deep down that the fatherly love he has for you could never die. 

2012.

You had been dating Spencer Reid for five months now, and the last five months had been amazing. It had taken a while to get used to his work schedule but it just made you value the time you spent with him more. Spencer treats you like a prince, when he spends time with you he makes sure he is focusing on you. He always tries to not bring work with him on dates, the occasional times when he would get called away he always made sure to make it for it. He would buy you coffees and books, then turn up at your workplace to surprise you when he gets home early from a case. Spencer loves surprising you, seeing the way your face lights up when he would just walk into your job.  

You always tell Spencer that he spoils you too much, but he disagrees. He doesnt think he spoils you enough. He knows you deserve to be showered with more gifts and when he's with you, he wants to show you how much he cares about everything you have to say. He loves hearing you rambling about your days, he knows you never got that type of attention beforehand. It breaks his heart when you apologise for talking too much, especially about the things you love. He understands what it can feel like when people say talking too much is a bad thing, but that is something he strongly disagrees with. The joy and excitement he feels when you talk, warms him up like nothing ever has before.

~~~

Spencer Reid loves being your Boyfriend because of how sweet and adorable you are with him, making sure he always knows how much you care for him. You might not be the type of guy to send texts, telling him how much you love and miss him when he's away. Instead you send him texts asking him if he has eaten yet, asking him how much sleep he has had that day. Telling him off gently, if you don’t get the response you like, which results in him smiling and blushing, specially when you praise him for doing his best during tough cases. He remembers the time the team had finally figured out he was dating, only due to the fact he wouldn't stop smiling at one of your texts.

Flashback.

The team had been away on a case for four days and they were close to finding the identity of the unsub, and tracking down the whereabouts of him. Currently Hotch and Rossi were on their way back from the morgue, stopping to get dinner on the way back. JJ, Emily, and Morgan were sitting at the table discussing the profile and victimaliz. All of them glance over at Reid occasionally, who's standing in front of the map, but he is seemingly more interested in his phone. Spencer's face is covered in the biggest grin the three profilers have ever seen from him. His eyes having this different sparkle in them, as he types away quickly. Emily smirks at the other two, raising her eyebrow, the other two give her the knowing look. Everyone has noticed how happy Reid had been the last few weeks, making everyone talk in between themself. They had all come to the conclusion that he was indeed dating. Morgan and Emily were certain it was a girl he was talking to, but JJ and Garcia had disagree they were pretty sure he was hiding the fact it was a boy. Hotch and Rossi weren’t getting into that part of the conversation, just shaking their heads at the childish argument their team were having. Reid had come out years ago about being bisexual, but no one had ever met any of his dates before. He liked keeping that part of himself private until he was sure it was serious.

~~~

“So pretty boy, who's got you smiling like that?” Morgan smirks, calling out to him, pulling Reid away from his thoughts. Blushing as he looks up at the three profilers who are spread around the table, all gawking at him.

“Shut it Morgan” Reid clears his throat awkwardly, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“Aw come on Reid that's not polite” Emily teases him, her elbows resting on the table, her chin resting in her hands lending towards the poor boy. “You should apologise by telling us why you were smiling at your phone like that” Emily smirks as Morgan and JJ snigger quietly. Reid cheeks burn lightly as he sits back down, allowing himself to smile at the thought of telling his friends all about you. 

“Wait wait, hold up, look at that little smile on his face” Morgan teases him, leaning over pinching his cheeks quickly. Only to get swatted away.

“You normally tell us to back off Spence, this person must be special huh?” JJ smiles softly at Reid, as Morgan sits back at his seat chuckling as Reid nods at her smiling softly. 

~~~

Hotch and Rossi arrive, with Garcia on the phone. Making the team put their conversation on hold and back onto the case. Garcia gives them more information on their victims and could be unsub. Reid could feel his phone vibrating, holding back a small smile knowing that it's you. Once Garcia has ended the phone call, the team finally starts getting into their dinner, giving Reid the chance to check the texts you had sent him. It took all his strength not to let out a small chuckle.

Bean:  You better have had you dinner by now Spency, cos Bubbles sure is digging in.

The photo you had sent finally loading on his phone. It was you snuggled up on the couch, under your comfort blanket trying to eat your favourite takeaway, with your cat trying to steal it from the container. 

~~~

Spencer couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped the laugh that leaves his lips, staring at the photo. He couldn’t believe how much joy he could feel, from just seeing a small glimpse of you on his phone. Deciding he would also send a photo back of himself with his dinner, picking up his food quietly, not paying attention to the rest of the team. If Reid was paying attention he would have noticed how quiet the room has gotten after his small laugh, how everyone kept giving each other the look. How Morgan has now gotten up and is making his way over to stand behind Reid, crouching down so he can look at his phone thinking he can go without being noticed. The team having to suppress their laughter watching Morgan trying to be sneaky, the big grin across his face quickly fades to an ‘Oh shit I’ve been caught’ look. When he realises Reid's front camera is open, and that he's just photobombed Reids selfie.  

“Morgan you ruined my photo” Reid groans, putting his phone down, turning around to glare at the man, while the team laughs at them. Morgan chuckles awkwardly, giving him his best older brother face. 

“Hey it's not my fault, if you would just tell us who's got you being so secretive, I wouldn’t need to be looking over your shoulder” Morgan smirks as he sits down beside him, playfully pretending to pick up Reid's phone. Reid quickly swats his hand away, moving his phone away.

“Can’t me and my boyfriend have some privacy around here” Reid smirks softly. Unlocking his phone again, sending you the photo of him and Morgan to you. 

~~~

“Ha, you two owe me and Garcia drinks next night out” JJ cheers happily. Smirking at Emily as she groans. 

“Wait, you guys bet on me being in a relationship?” Reid asks looking up, giving them a pointed look.

“Oh no it was clear you were in a relationship” Hotch smirks, shaking his head.

“They betted on whether or not it was with a girl or a guy” Rossi adds in, chuckling. 

“Speaking about bets, how long have you two been dating for?” Morgan asks, wiggling his eyebrows at the kid who blushes lightly. 

“Can you guys stop betting on my lovelife please, and officially we’ve been dating 12 weeks and 2 days” 

“Atta boy, that means I win” Rossi raises his drink up at Reid, making the team break out in laughter once more.

“So Spence, when do we get to meet this mystery boy of yours?” JJ asks, smiling at him, even if he's been trying to hide it. She hasn’t seen him this happy in years, and wants to meet and check out whoever this new person is in her best friend's life.  

“Oh uh I don’t know maybe in a few weeks” Reid shrugs “It's still all new, but trust me when you guys meet him, you will all love him, he's amazing” A smile creeps across his face, one that's full of love and hope. One the team hasn't seen him wear before, they can’t wait to watch Reid on the road of love. 

 End flashback.

You’re laying on the couch reading one of David Rossi books, it’s one of your comfort books when you’re having a bad day. You keep glancing at the clock, time seems to be passing by slowly tonight, just waiting for your boyfriend to turn up. Getting tired of waiting, you pick up your phone, rereading the last text saying he had land and he would be leaving the office in 15. That was 40 minutes ago, would you seem too clingy if you rang him, asking where he was? You probably would, but seeing as you haven't seen him in almost a week you didn’t really care anymore. Pressing the call button beside his name, moving the phone beside your ear, waiting for him to answer. 

“Hello this is Dr Reid” His voice rings out, sounding so professional. But you could just tell how exhausted he is, not even looking at the caller ID.

“Well hello Dr Reid, mm you almost sound like a professional, Amore” You tease him softly, hearing his soft laugh escape him.

“Hey (Y/n), I'm sorry I'm running a little behind with this paperwork, If Morgan didn’t keep distracting me I would be done by now” He sighs dramatically, hearing some voices in the background, and what sounds like some struggling. Laughing at the childish behaviour, you could just imagine what was happening. That being your boyfriend and his best friend joking with each other again. Spencer has told you many, many stories of their pranking wars before, and you could only feel sorry for their team. 

“Hey no no no Morgan, get off me Derek get off” Spencer grunt out at the man, trying to shove him away. But he's too late as Morgan manages to snatch the phone out of his hand and rushes away from the boy. 

~~~

“So this must be Spencer's boyfriend, (Y/n) right” Derek's cheekily voice breaks through the phone as you laugh, guessing what has just happened. 

“That's me, Derek right, did you steal my boyfriend's phone just to talk to me?” You laugh, albe to put his voice to his face. Remembering the photo Spencer sent you a couple months ago that Derek had accidentally photobombed.

“Oh that I did, I need to know who keeps distracting and making my pretty boy blush all the time” Derek chuckles softly, and you could hear Spence protesting in the background.

“Aw I make him blush, guess I'm just that special” Laughing quietly, shaking your head, “I guess I just have the effect on men, just wait until you meet me in person Derek”

“Ohh that I can not wait to do baby, trust me Reid can not shut up about you we all are dying to meet you so we better be meeting you soon or Garcia is going to die from not being able to gossip away with you” Derek explains dramatically, you thought. 

“Well I'm sure I can meet you all soon, Just once I can get our schedules all organised for once” You promise him, smiling. Enjoying the idea of meeting the team that your boyfriend never seems to be able to stop talking about. 

“Okay, Finally” Derek cheers happily, as you hear a few Reid nosies, before Morgan yells a quick bye.

“Im back” Reid huffs laughing, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“So that was Derek Morgan huh?” 

“Oh that it was, looking if it's too soon, we don’t need to worry about all this” Spencer's words start rushing and mumbling together, like they do when he gets too nervous. Quick to calm his nerves down, you cut him off.

“Spence, I would love to meet your team one day soon, but right now I just miss you, when are you leaving, because I really want cuddles and so we can talk about our week and just relax” You smile slightly, hearing his breathing relax. Knowing his shoulder would have just rolled backwards in the same motions.

“I’m putting my files away right now then I’m on my way to your place, I’ll be there in 15” Spencer tries to relax from your words, but something in your tone just doesn't sit right with him. He still doesn’t know why you rang him, normally you would just wait for him to turn up even an hour late.“Hey so why did you ring before, is everything alright?”

“Yeah I'm fine bambino, I’ll see you soon, I love you” Your voice comes off trying to sound strong, forcefully.

“Okay, I love you too (Y/n)” A chorus of Awws and cheers ring through the phone before Spencer hangs up.

~~~

You were in the Kitchen cleaning the bench when you heard the door open, hearing Spencer footsteps and his quiet voice talking to the cat. Who ran straight over to him, meowing happily to see her second favourite human. 

“Hey (Y/N), where are you?” Spencer calls out, quickly giving Bubbles a small pat. His smile fading as his eyes scan across the living room, hearing you call back from the kitchen. He couldn’t help but profile the room, even if he didn’t do it as a job it would be hard to miss that something was wrong. One of your comfort movies is playing, the one you watch on repeat when you're feeling low and anxious. You never like leaving your dishes or trash around, worried it would attract mice and rats. But today, there are empty cans of soda and energy drinks and packets of snacks, shoved behind the couch. Your weighted blankets laid careless on the ground, covered in crumbles. Something you hate, due to the fact it normally makes you feel even more dirty and itchy. Otherwise the room looks spotless like you had done a deep clean of the whole room the day early. Placing his bag down on the couch, as he makes his way over to the kitchen, he can't help but notice how the house looks and smells completely cleaned. As if you have deep clean every surface you could, which he knows you like to do when you're feeling powerless. 

~~~

You're standing in front of the fridge, staring absently into it, not even noticing Spencer approaching. You're looking exhausted, with dark bags underneath your eyes. Your face is paler than normal, your body looking sluggish. Letting out a soft irritated sigh, as you close the fridge with a bit more force than you meant to. 

“Hey Beanie” Spencer speaks your nickname softly. He walks over slowly, watching you worried. You flinch at the noise, flinging around to look at where those words came from. 

“Oh hey, um sorry, I must have been distracted” You smile weakly, turning around to give him a welcome home hug. That he happily embraces, wrapping his arms around you. Resting his head on your shoulder, as you hide your head in his chest. His eyes roam around the kitchen seeing a large pile of dishes just been recently washed, still drying. He could feel how tired your body is in his arms, the way your breathing is more deep and controlled. Almost as if you're focusing on matching your breathing to his. Something you do when your anxiety plays up in public, or when you’re having trouble trying to sleep. 

~~~

When you slowly pull away from his warm arms, looking up at him. His concerned eyes staring down into yours, his hand gently cups your check.

“Are you alright, love?” His voice stays soft, not wanting to overwhelm you.

“Im fine, you're the one who just came back from a week long case” You brush off his question, breaking eye contact with him as you lie. You're not ready to tell him how you're feeling inside, scared you would fall apart right there in his arms. It wouldn’t be the first time he would see you cry, but that doesn’t mean you like letting your boyfriend watch you break apart. 

“Don’t do that” He sighs, as you step back refusing to look at him. “Don’t avoid the question, you now I can tell something isn’t right, I'm here when your ready to tell me about it” 

Nodding in response, still refusing to look at him again. “I know” Taking a deep breath, slowly glancing back at him, taking him in properly this time. His eyes have small bags underneath, the clothing he's wearing have small marks and stains on the tops. Knowing his clothes usually get dirty when he's been rushing to finish cases. Taking in his body langues seeing how stress and tired he looks. Starting to feel guilty for adding to his pile of stress, hating how you can’t just handle your own emotions and personal issues without him noticing. 

~~~

“Spence, why don’t you go have a shower and I’ll make us some dinner, then we can watch some tv” You smile weakly at him, he watches you carefully as he thinks about it.

“You don’t need to cook, it's getting late you know”

“I know, but you probably have been living off takeaways all week”

“And one more day won’t kill me” He smirks lightly, making you laugh quietly.

“You know what, I think I have Pizza in the freezer, think that will do?” You smirk, shaking your head lightly, as you walk over opening the freezer door. Spencer walks over wrapping his arms around your waist. Resting his head on your shoulder hiding his face in the crock of your neck.  

“Frozen pizza and cuddles sounds perfect to me” He exhales, kissing your neck gently. You smile softly, relaxing into his touch. 

“Good, now go shower” 

~~~

You're laying on the couch, the food waiting on the table beside you as you scroll through the tv channel, looking for something new to watch. Getting lost in the cooking show that is playing, patting Bubbles who's happily snuggled down in your lap. Spencer walks out seeing you cuddled up on the couch smiling a little, the worry for you still hasn't eased up. 

“Hey, what are you watching?” He calls out quietly so as to not startle you, walking over to the couch. Settling down beside you, giving Bubbles a few pats when she meows for attention, again. 

“Some cooking show, they are meant to be making pasta but they are doing it all wrong” You sigh, shaking your head at the contents on the television. “Do they not know your not suppose to burn the onions before you add them to the dish, also the way they are handling the pasta is horrible they need to be delicate with it, not ruthless like come on” Huffing lightly, as you move yourself to cuddle into Spencer shoulder, being carefully to not disturb Bubbles to much. Leaning into his touch as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, relaxing slowly into his touch. The heat from the shower rationing off his body, his light chuckle being the exact combination you need for your body to be able to relax and know that you're safe. 

“Someone knows their pasta” He smirks softly, feeling a bit more confident feeling you relax in his arms. 

“Oh I do, I was taught from a young age all the correct things to do if you want to make the perfect pasta, If you don’t feel like doing it right then stay out of the kitchen I use to be told” Laughing lightly, reaching over to grab the plate of pizza seating beside you. “I told him I would just order pizza instead” 

“So you have always been sassy since a young age?” Spence's laugh is light as air and full of joy and sweetness. Reaching for a slice of the pizza watching you as he eats.

“Oh definitely, I blame my Uncle. He may have taught me how to make amazing pasta but that means he also taught me his Italian sarcasm as well” Your laughter starts dying off after you mention your Uncle. Glancing down quickly trying to avoid Spencer stares as you grab a piece of pizza. Starting to eat and turn back to the tv, letting the conversation drop out. 

~~~

You keep trying to get back into the show but you can’t seem to focus, your mind keeps wandering back to your family. The text message you had received the other day having just hurt you more than you really think it would. The one guy who was suppose to still be by your side, was once again choosing your parents over you. Fuck the pain in your chest feeling just like it had when you were in high school. Sniffling quietly, not even noticing the tears sliding down your cheeks as you will yourself to pay more attention to the people on the television. Spencer glances down at you, feeling you move closer into his side. His face dropping instantly as he notices the tears sliding down your face. The hopeless look in your eyes going straight to his heart. His hand slides across your shoulder, cupping your face gently wiping away at the tears softly. 

“Love, what's wrong?” He whispers lovingly, his hand staying firmly on your face as you look up at him.

“N nothing bambino, it's the Tv show, it's just so sad” You laugh fakely knowing how bad the lie is, sighing as you shrug your shoulders. 

“That's crap, I know you love pasta, but crying because they add the wrong cheese to the dishes” Spencer half laughs giving you a look, pulling his hand away, as you pull away from him, sitting up straightly. Bubbles meows angrily as she jumps off your lap, running away, Spencer leans over, placing the empty dinner plate and turning the T.V off with the remote. 

~~~

“That's it talk to me” Spencer turns to face you properly, watching you closely, picking up on your body langues. The way it tenses as you straighten up more, turning to look at him, your eyes spinning with emotions. Crossing your legs underneath you, you're trying everything you can to try and seem smaller.

“It's just been a hard week, works been so busy this week, all the shipment for the bookshop is behind and we are so under staff at the moment, it's just getting to me I guess” You exhale deeply, avoiding his stare, instead you focus on the small scratch on the wall behind him. “Also I ran into someone the other day, which brought up some unwelcome memories from years ago I guess, I know I should just get over it because it wasn’t even that big of a deal but somehow they just won’t leave my brain alone” Letting out an mentally exhausted breath, feeling the walls you built up slowly come down. Your hands playing with each other in your lap, helping with your anxiety. “I thought I worked through my issues. I told myself once I was done with them I would never think of them again, but just seeing him again it” Your voice trails off slowly as it begins to waver with sadness and anger, blinking back a few tears that start to appear. Your eyes flick over to Spencers as you feel his hand gently take yours in his. His eyes send a warm, soft feeling into your heart, making you feel safe. His hazel eyes having always had that effect on you since the moment you met him. Smiling softly as you feel the love and affect he can give you with no words. Actions always meant more to you than words ever did. 

“Love, did you really work through your trauma or did you just bury it away and pretend it never existed?” He kept his voice soft and careful of the way he worded it. Studying you closer, watching as the realisation and devastation hits, the light in your eyes slowly disappears.

“Your right, I thought hiding from my problems would fix it” Taking a deep breath as you feel a sharp pain hitting your chest, suddenly a painfully wrenching cry pushes its way out of you. With such a powerful force that shoves you forward, almost off the couch. Spencer moves swiftly, wrapping you up in his arms before you could fall. 

~~~

“I'm sorry I’m so sorry, I shouldn't be crying others have It worse” You ramble through the crying. Trying so hard to fight the breakdown your body is compelling you to have. 

“Stop it, stop it, you need to let it out, it's healthy to let your emotions process and I'm right here I'm not going anywhere” He whispers firmly, his lips pressing against your forehead. His arms around your waist securely, pulling you even further into his chest. Your hands grab ahold of his hoodie, needing something to hold as you break down in his arms. The flashbacks of everything your parents used to say to you growing up, fresh in your mind. The way they use to make you feel, the empty feeling when they wouldn’t show up to your important events. Your brother is always more important than you, to both of your parents. Your father always ignored him as well, work to him was always his number one purpose. But he would still openly love him more than you.

~~~

Trying to shake those memories and feelings out of your mind, taking a deep breath calming yourself down steadily. Listening to your boyfriend's heartbeat and never noticing that something so quiet could be so loud and make the most beautiful pattern in times of need. Slowly you loosen your grip on his hoodie, pulling your hands away to wipe your face. 

“Thank you” Mumbling under your breath as you take a small breath trying to find the strength to face him.

“Don’t need to thank me, I'm alway here for you” Spencer smiles lovingly down at you, as he moves your hair out of your face carefully.

“I know but still I’ve never had someone stay with me when I’ve cried the way I do, It means alot not having to hide my feelings” Smiling lightly, as you move more into a comfortable cuddling position. 

“Well I’m glad you can do that with me now” He smiles back, kissing your forehead, his arms wrapping around you. 

~~~

“So do you want to tell me who you ran into the other day?”

Sighing softly as you lean your head into his lap, closing your eyes.

“I saw my brother out and about with his girlfriend and my niece. So I was going to go over and say hi, but then I saw my dad was walking over to them. He was catching up to have coffee with them” Opening your eyes as you spit the last piece out with venom. Spencer stares down at you with pity and understanding. “Don’t look at me like that” Sighing as you cross your arms. 

“Okay I'm sorry you know i'm just worried about you, but why would your brother be catching up with your dad I thought he didn’t like him either”

“Well he reached up to Stephen a couple years ago, they’ve been trying to mend their relationship ever since then apparently. I just don't get why he would want him back in his life or even in his kids life, why would he want to do that” Shaking your head in frustration. 

“Maybe he's changed?” He shrugs, throwing out some suggestions. Stupid suggestions in your opinion. 

“No way, he's not capable of change” 

“Everyone is capable of changing you just need to allow them time to change”

“He had my whole life, I think that was enough time don’t you?” You retort back, rolling your eyes at him.

“Okay okay, I'm just trying to give ideas here.” Spencer defines himself, running his hand through your hair, calmly.

“Your right, I’m sorry I just thought Stephen would always be on my side when it came to our parents guess I was wrong, oh did I tell you what he said to me once I comfort him in text messages yesterday” Scoffing out, leaning your head further into his hand just like a cat does getting head scratches. 

“What did he say?”

“He told me that they had been meeting up behind my back for years and when I was told that my Nieces birthday party was cancelled last month, well it wasn’t cancelled I was just uninvited because our parents were going to be there and they didn’t want ME to start an argument” Huffing feeling emotionally drained. “I never start the arguments Spence I just stand up for myself, defend myself when I have to but apparently that's not allowed” Whimpering softly as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to sink evenfurther into his body. 

“I know baby, family isn't everything you know that right, I accept you and so will my family as well as my team. Garcia will demand we go to pride parades with her, you're going to love her” Spencer speaks bubbly, trying to lift your mood. Smiling softly as he watches the anger and sadness wash away from your face.  

“Thank you, I can’t wait to meet your team and also your mum one day” you smile up at him hopefully.

“Oh she has been begging me to bring you to meet her everytime I call her, I don't know how much longer we can hold off for” He laughs softly.

~~~

The next morning you were half surprised to wake up with your boyfriend's arms still wrapped around your waist. Normally he always gets called away for a case, so being able to sleep in with your boyfriend is definitely a treat. Smiling softly as you tilt your head up which is resting comfortable on his chest. Watching how peacefully he looks as he sleeps, all the worries and the concerns gone from his mind for a few hours. His messy wavy hair covering half his face, his lips a little swollen from the activities from the night before. The light hickeys on his neck make your chest burn with pride as you take them. Rubbing small circular patterns on his chest, taking deep breaths, breathing in his scent. The weight of all the stress from the last few days having been taken off. All by just having your boyfriend to listen to you and love you without judgement. 

~~~

“Morning love” Spencer's raspy morning voice breaks the silence of the room, smiling down at you on his chest. 

“Mm good morning bambino” You smile up at him, leaning up to kiss him gently. His hands resting softly against your naked back. “How did you sleep?” You ask after you break the kissing snuggling back down.

“Pretty well, better than I have in weeks” He smiles softly, running his hands down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “How was your sleep, beans?”

“It was great, someone tired me out great last night” You tease him, your hand slows down rubbing circle patterns on his chest. 

“Mmm oh did I now?” He smirks down at you, a knowing look in his eyes. His hand slides down from your hair, sliding on to your neck tracing the hickeys he left the night before. Feeling the blood rush to your checks, biting your lips to stop the groan from slipping through your lips.

“Oh yeah you did Spence” Pulling away from the touch on your neck as you roll yourself on top of him. Your hands resting on the bed frame above his head, smirking down at him. He gazes up at you, need and lust in his eyes, licking his lips slowly as he takes you in. His hands come to slide up your back, holding you still as he pulls himself up to sit up properly.

Letting out a small whimper as you grind against him lightly, he laughs quietly as he brings you into another kiss. One of his hands slides up from your back to run through your hair. Yanking at it slightly, because you’re teasing him, grinding against him, smiling cheekily at him.

“Oh no you don’t Amora” Smirking as your hand slides down to his neck. Both of you jumping lightly at the sudden knocking at the door. 

“Just ignored it, it's properly the neighbours asking for something” You whisper leaning back down, kissing him harder as your hand wraps gently around his throat. His hand drops from your hair to slide down your body. Groaning softly into your mouth, letting you regain control over him.

“(Y/n) I know your home, open your door!” A familiar voice yells out banging even louder on the door, making you groan frustratedly as you pull away from your boyfriend.

“Oh for fucksake” Huffing as you look down at the confused look on Spencer's face.

“Ah who is that?”  Spencer asks, his eyebrows raising as he releases his grip on you as you regrettably get off him.

“My brother, please stay in here, this is not how you two are meant to meet” You sigh as you walk out quickly, pulling on some pants.

~~~

The banging and yelling continues at the door as you rush around quickly. Throwing one of your shirts on not having time to button it up as you're opening up the door. 

“Hold on Stephen Im coming” You yell as you yank the door open. Staring up at him irritated, crossing your arms. “Why the hell are you here so early on a saturday morning Stephen seriously” 

“It's not that early, it's 9:30, you should be up by now” Stephen sighs, taking in your appearance as he walks in shutting the door behind him.

“Well I had a bit of a late night, and it was suppose to be a bit of a fun morning before you turned up” You smirk, glaring at him. Earning a disgusting gagging noise in return, along with an eye roll.

“I did not need to know that you have someone in the bedroom right now (Y/n), that's disgusting come on I don’t want to know how many one night stands you have” He shakes his head, disgusted at the thought of his brothers sex life.

“Oh shush It's just my boyfriend, I told you about him, remember?” 

“Oh right sorry, I didn’t realise you two were still serious.”

“Okay well Stephen why the hell are you here, I thought I already told you to fuck off the other day” You sigh allowing your anger to simmer down, leaning against the wall.

“Oh can you just chill out for a little while please, I know what I did was wrong and I already apologised I'm actually here about something else” Stephen exhales already regretting how this conversation is going. He wanted you to be in a more relaxed, forgiving mood before giving you this letter but it was too late to start again.

“Okay what is it, what's going on you have that look on your face” Your eyes narrow watching him closely, curiously. 

“It's about dad, he wants to talk to you he's sor—”

“No, no I don't want to talk about him” Standing up straight, your body becoming more tensen. The concern you have now fading back into the anger that is still fresh in your veins.

“(Y/n) please he's changed hes—”

“Has he changed, or has he only changed for you?” Scoffing lightly as you glare at him, trying to stop your voice from getting too loud. “How many times did you need to correct him on my pronouns or my name huh, he might spend time with you but that doesn’t mean he's changed enough to accept me” Your voice starts breaking a little at the end. Breaking eye contact with your brother as you feel the anger turning into tears.

“I didn’t have to, Dad respected you the other week at the birthday party. He even corrected other people about your pronouns, just give him one more chance” Stephen begs you softly, pulling something out of his pocket, staring at you when you don't respond. “He wrote you a letter, wanted me to give it to you” He held it out to you, but you didn't move to grab it. Your arms shaking mildly, your heart pounding away. The panic rises higher in your chest, making it feel like you're drowning. 

~~~

“Get out” You manage to mumble out, looking over at him finally. Stephen staring at you looking defeated.

“No, (Y/n) please you need to understand how he has changed please” Stephen begs, knowing its falling on empty ears.

“I think it's best you leave now” A voice appears behind you both. None of you had noticed that Spencer had entered the living room.

“I just wanted to explain everything to him” Stephen tries to explain to Spencer, almost begging him to understand.

“And you did that, but now it's time you go, He will text you later” Spencer speaks with a neutral tone. Trying his best to keep calm as he walks towards the door opening it wide for Stephen. Stephen sighs giving up, giving you one final look, as he walks out the door only stopping as he gets to Spencer. Holding the letter out to him with one last pleading look, Spencer takes it with a small nod closing the door behind him. 

~~~

You're lying down on the couch after taking a long hot shower. Calming down after the altercation with your brother early, playing on your phone as you do so. Sighing softly, feeling frustrated, why does your family have to be so complicated. The only family member who was always there for you, you haven't spoken to in months. After having a stupid, pointless argument with. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Spencer asks softly, as he sits near you, looking at you closely, with concern. The argument he had overheard early was wretching to hear. The pain in your voice, the tears and pain on your face hitting straight into his heart. He knows how much you value your brother's opinions, and knowing how much it must hurt you to think he betrayed you by taking your fathers side.  

“Im okay, Im sorry he ruined our morning early” You smile weakly trying to make a joke out of it all.

“It's okay, do you want to talk about” He places a comforting hand in your hair. You move  closer to him, lifting your head into his lap.

“Don’t want to talk about them any more” You shake your head, thinking about your Uncle instead. About how supportive he always is when it comes to family problems, no matter how old you are.

~~~

“I’ve told you stories about my Uncle Dave right?” You look up at Spences, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“The one who also works for the FBI right?” He questions, looking down at you. Confused at the change of subject.

“Yeah him. He was my rock growing up, the only one who ever accepted me for me” You smile lightly, staring up at the ceiling. “He was the best guy I ever had in my life, when my parents let me down he was always there picking up the pieces, he made sure he came to every single one of my events. He knew my parents were never there, he would get so mad at my dad. They used to be best friends, technically Daves my Godfather but I call him my Uncle” You smile increases as you talk about him. 

“He sounds like a great man, he's the one who gave you money to get top surgery right, the one who supported you through university when you wanted to become a writer” Spencer smiles as he sees you become more relaxed, lighting up as you speak about your Uncle.

“Yes him, dad always thought it was stupid but not Dave, he thought it was awesome, he's actually a writer as well” You take a breath as you feel your words leaving too quickly. “Once he retired from the FBI the first time around, he wrote his first book and became a famous author, I guess he inspired me a little bit to follow my dreams” 

“You know you still haven’t let me read any of your writing” Spencer teases you, running his hand through your hair.

“And you never will my love” You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at him.

“Oh no you will show me one day” He smirks, “Okay, so your Uncle he's back in the FBI now, so what does he do?” 

“Oh I think he's in a similar field to you actually he's a profiler” You stand up, stretching a little feeling Spencer eyes ranking over your body, smirking to yourself. Walking over to your bookshelf that sits by the tv, pulling out one of David Rossi books.

~~~

“Actually he is one of the co-founders of the Behavioural analysis unit, back then it was known as behavioural science unit though, him and my dad found it together” You smile at Spencer as you sit back down but it quickly fades as you meet Spencer's eyes. His eyes fill with shock horror as he takes in the information you have just presented to him. “Spence, are you okay?” Your voice comes out quietly. Thinking or more likely hoping, that maybe he might just be surprised that you're related to famous FBI agents. 

“David Rossi, your uncle?” Spencer's voice comes out slowly, barely above a whisper, his eyes bouncing down to the book in your hand. “That would make Gideon your dad?” He gulps, his eyes widen as he puts the pieces together. Wondering to himself how he never noticed this beforehand, how could he be dating his mentor's son?

“Yeah Gideon, legally my last name” Taking a deep breath trying to decipher what his reaction is meant to mean. “Do you know them?”

“Jason Gideon was my mentor that I’ve told you about” 

“Wait wait wait, the one who got you into the FBI and the BAU unit at such a young age, that one?”

“Yeah him, he never mentioned that he had another child” Spencer's words come out with a mix of surprise and disgust at everything that he is learning about his old mentor and friend.

“I'm not surprised he tried not to mention me unless he had to” Taking his hand as you see it squeeze into a tight fist of anger. “I'm sorry Amore if I realised I wouldn’t have told you the way I did, I didn't put two and two together when you were saying Jason I just assumed it was a different Jason from the FBI” You sigh feeling guilty, upset that you may have just ruined your lovers view of his mentor. You know how much he idolises him and looks up to him. 

~~~

“It's okay, how did I not know your last name Gideon?” Spencer looks at you confused, raising an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side like a lost puppy does

“I normally go by my Mum maiden last name, it was better that why when I was going through university I just kept it that way” you shrug, it wasn’t something you meant to keep from him.

“That makes sense” He nods, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“So um, do you also know my Uncle, well Godfather David Rossi?” 

“Um yeah yeah I know him” Spencer half laughs nervously, looking at you guilty. “I work with him, that's the Dave I refer to, I spend more time with him than I do with you”

You can't help the laugh that leaves you, clapping a hand over your mouth quickly. “No fucking way, seriously?”

“Yeah seriously, Rossi teases me all the time about you, wait until he finds out I'm dating his godson” Spencer rubs his temple feeling the stress arise, grinning wide at you. 

“Oh no no no, We are not telling him anytime soon Spencer no way” Shaking your head, laughing. “Hell no, he will kill you, he might love you but he will kill you, he's way too overprotective some days. He doesn’t even know I’m dating right now”

“What, no you can’t expect me to hide this from him”

“Um yes I do, not forever just for now” You smile at him knowing you will win. “I’ll tell him I'm dating someone and we will break it to him slowly okay, but I love you and he is not breaking anymore of my relationships up”

“Anymore?” His eyebrow raising in concern and fear. “Do I want to know?” 

“Probably not Amore Mio” Chuckling softly as you lean in kissing him.

~~~

As the morning moves on, Spencer leaves to go home, having chorus he needs to get done before he gets called away on a case again. Hopefully if he doesn’t get a case that means another movie night with you tonight. But to fill in the gap of him being gone this saturday afternoon you decided it's time to fix a bridge you broke. Picking up your phone and clicking on his icon, listening to the rings. Waiting with anxiety as he takes his time to answer.

“Uh hey (Y/n) ” Dave answer, completely surprise when he sees your name pop up on his phone. Happiness filling him at once when he saw it, only to be quickly replaced with dread. Hoping that you're not injured or hurt, holding his breath as he waits for your reply.

“Ah hey Dave, um sorry I hope you're not busy, are you?” You ask, biting your lip nervous, trying to stop your words from stumbling. 

“Busy no, I'm free, what's up” Dave's eyes narrow, worry filling up inside of him. It's been months since you two have last spoken.

“Do you fancy a cup of coffee, or maybe milkshakes, so we can catch up” Taking a deep breath “I need to apologise to you, I was unfair the last time we spoke and then avoiding you for months was not cool of me”

A small chuckle is heard on the other side of the line. “Caro its okay, milkshakes sound great”

“Okay good” You smile, letting out a deep breath of air “So our cafe in town, say in an hour?”

“Perfect I’ll see you then kiddo” Dave smiles with relief as he hangs up. 

~~~

You’re already sitting at the table in front of the cafe. Waiting in the sunlight sipping on your milkshake that has already arrived. You had ordered your favourite, along with Daves favourite which is salted caramel with chocolate. Sighing softly as you wait, having arrived early, you knew he wouldn’t be much longer. Your nervousness grew as you waited, wondering how you could explain why you have been ghosting him the last couple months. Deep down you know he's already forgiven you and was giving you space, it’s what he has always done when you two argue. 

~~~

“Ooh you got me my favourite, Angelo” Dave smiles interrupting your thoughts, standing up quickly as you see him approach you. Smiling as you feel your nervousness disappear as your eyes meet his, nothing but love and happiness present in him. 

“Davey Of course I did” You smile as he pulls you into a hug. Relaxing softly as you feel his arms wrap around you. Taking a deep breath, allowing yourself to accept the father hug you've been carving the last few weeks, but too scared to ask for. 

“I'm surprised you rang me” Dave says after you both have sat down, sipping his drink. 

“Yeah, I know it's been awhile since we last spoke, or really since I screamed at you, I'm really sorry Dave” You sigh, playing with your drink as you look up at him. Feeling his eyes studying you closely, a small smile growing on his face. 

“Its okay caro, I should of told you the truth when it all happened but I didn’t want to worry you”

“Dave you got stabbed of course I'm going to worry about you. Hell you're practically my only family, I can’t lose you” Exhaulling as you take a second to calm yourself feeling the rage you felt from the previous argument from months ago returning. “You could have died Dave and you hid that from me just like Dad used to and that scares me. I hated the fact of you went back to the FBI, because I was scared I would lose you, that we would lose touch or you would die, I know that sounds unreasonable but when you didn’t tell me you got stabbed it just felt like we were drifting apart, after all these years” Gulping as you look at him. Finally admitting everything you have been feeling. His eyes soften, his hands unwrapping around his drink leaning over to take yours, that's tapping the table repeatedly, a nervous tic you developed growing up.

“(Y/n) I’m okay, I know my job is dangerous but I know how to handle myself and I am careful when I'm in the field, my team always has my back”

“I know that, and I’m okay with the fact that your back on the team I get it now but I guess at first it was just hard to think why you would want to go back, but after all the stories you have told me, all the good ones I get it” Smiling a little, nodding at him. “Its apart of who you are”

“That it is, but I promise you we will never drift apart, I will always be here for you, no matter how many arguments we have okay, I see you as my son that's never going to change okay” His smile is full of love, giving your hand a small squeeze.

“Thank you, I mean you helped raise me, always being my number one supporter thanks Papà Pasta” You smile, chuckling softly, feeling the conversation getting too emotional. Dave shakes his head laughing at that choice of nickname.

“Is that nickname ever going to stop?”

“Oh never” You smirk cheekily at him as you sip your drink.

~~~

You two sit there drinking your milkshakes, catching up for almost an hour. Him telling you about the recent cases he has been on and your favourite part, the drama in his team. One thing about David Rossi is that he loves to gossip, he can keep so many secrets. But the ones that roam free, he will happily spill to you as long as you listen.

“We are still trying to convince Reid to introduce us to his boyfriend, I’ve never seen him so happy before, It's great to see the kid giving love a proper chance” Dave smiles, he alway gets excited talking about his team. He sees them like family, especially the younger ones, taking them under his wings like they're his own kids. You couldn’t believe you never connected the dots that his Reid is your own Spencer Reid. Half of you wanted to tell him right now that you're dating his co-worker, but he can get too protective when it comes to your love life. He has enough reason to, you have never been good at picking them, and he's had to point it out way too many times. This time you were hoping if you keep it quiet it might work out for once. 

“Aw well, I get him wanting to keep it quiet for now” Smiling softly, thinking about the words Dave has just used. How Spencer is so much happier with you, which just warms your heart. You sip on your drink trying to distract your brain from thinking about him, not needing your Uncle to pick up on anything right now.

“So is that why you haven't said anything about those hickeys on your neck” Dave smirks, sipping his milkshake. He’s been waiting for a moment to tease you about it. You choke lightly on your drink, splattering as you look back up, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. 

“Excuse me, I have no idea what the fuck your on about” Shaking your head quickly, cursing yourself for not hiding it better.

“Hey language” Dave laughs, loving how shy you're going. He had noticed that you had tried to hide the hickey under bad makeup but it is just so easy to see.

“Fanculo” You smirk at him. “Anyway we are not going to talk about my hickeys or who gave them to me because that's weird talking my sex life”

“Okay okay fine, I’ll let it go, only because I'm not like my team and sticking my nose into other people's love life can get annoying” He smirks a little, shaking his head.

“Wait, do you have a love life David?” You wiggle your eyebrows up at him, swallowing down a laugh.

‘Hey hey hey, we aren’t talking about me here” He shakes his hands in front of him dramatically, making you laugh.

“Fine fine”

~~~

“So what's happening in your life?”

“Oh nothing, just work at the bookstore, I’ve had the last couple days off cos I haven’t really been feeling well but Im feeling better now, so back to work monday” Your smile flickers for a few seconds, trying hard to keep it up. But he doesn’t miss it, he already picked up that something wasn’t right, he was waiting for the right time to ask about it. 

“Okay that's it, tell me what's bothering you” Dave sighs, leaning back giving you that pointed look of his, one he’s used many times to get you to spill your secrets.

“It's not a big deal, I don’t want to bother you with this stuff again” Shrugging your shoulders, your voice trailing off as you glance down at the floor. 

“Hey its me, Its Uncle Davey, you can tell me anything it's never a bother” Dave speaks firmly, already having an idea about what this was about. 

“Did you know Jason back in town, He's been having coffee and reconnecting with Stephen and not only that but the other week for his daughter birthday he uninvited me so Dad and Mum could be there with no arguments” You huff out, wishing the anger would return to you but instead your just being hit with feelings of betrayal and despair. “I was looking forward to it for weeks and he lied to me about it being cancelled just so our asshole parents could be there, Mum I could on with for the sake of him but why the hell did dad have to be there, he was never there for us growing up” 

“(Y/n)” Dave starts, his tone soft, careful as he knew you were on the edge. Watching your body tensing up, the way your jaw clenches as your eyes widen holding back the tears.

“No no, I get it he was working but he always picked work over us Dave always. You were there more often than he was” Spitting out the words, as you take a deep breath wiping your eyes hard enough to dry them up. 

“I can’t excuse his past behaviours, nothing can, he should have done better, Stephen had no right to lie to you about it either but” He takes a breath watching your face hardens at his ‘but’. 

“But maybe he's trying now for Stephen and for his kid isn't that a good thing for him?” Dave says, he knows you don’t want to hear it, but it is a good thing for Stephen.

“I don’t want to see him get hurt again Dave, he's been through enough” Shaking your head as you cross your arms, not meeting his eyes.

~~~

“Okay, has he tried to reach out to you at all, is that why you're really upset at him?”

“You know I don’t really like profilers” Scoffing lightly as you let your arms fall to your side. 

“So this is what it's really about huh, he didn’t reach out to you and you want him to?” Dave smiles slightly watching you. You laugh coldly at him.

“No, at first maybe, It's always Stephen before me, I get it he's the better son, the ‘real’ son as they say. At first I was pissed that they had been having coffee for a while without reaching out to me, but then this morning Stephen showed up to my house after our argument the other day and” Exhaling letting yourself calm down, allowing your brain to gather your next words. “And this morning he showed up I thought he wanted to re-explain himself but no turns out, he was there on behalf of our father, he had a letter written for me, I didn’t want to deal with it so I told him to get out, he wouldn't listen, he finally left after my boyfriend opened the door and kicked him out” Groaning with frustration as you tell the story, not even noticing that you slipped up.

Dave sighs annoyed, shaking his head. “He doesn't know when to quit and give you a little bit of space does he, so your boyfriend dealt with him huh?” His lips twitch into a small smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh crap, I let the cat out of the bag didn’t I?” Sighing, smiling a little. “Yes boyfriend, but yeah he had to come in this morning and ruin a perfectly good moment to I will add, with a stupid letter”

“I get this isn’t great but maybe it's time you talk to him maybe he's changed maybe he—” He cut off as his phone rings again. He checks it quickly before declining, placing it on the table, screen down. 

“That's the fourth time your phone rang this afternoon. If you need to go Dave it's okay” You reassure him. 

“No no it's fine, it's just an old friend, I’ll ring him back later” His smile falters a little, distracted.

“Okay, is everything okay?” You watch him feeling concerned.

“Im fine, we are talking about you, maybe you need to give Jason a chance, he might just miss you, it's been years since you have talked” He forced a small smile, avoiding eye contact, a little guilt in his eyes. You study him for a little bit thinking, the whole time you’ve been talking he hasn’t been surprised about anything at all. Normally he isn’t trying to get you to talk and forgive your dad like he is today. It's almost as if he’s already talked to him.

~~~

“You spoke to him, that's who's ringing you isn't it?” You accuse him, eyes widen as everything clicks into place. His face drops as he looks at you guilty, his eyes soften as he sighs lightly. 

“I'm sorry Tesoro, he got in contact with me a couple weeks ago. He knew we still talk and wanted to know the best way to get back in contact with you. I told him not to but after we caught up for a drink last week I noticed he changed. He wants you in his life, he knows how much he has messed up but he wants to make amends” Dave almost begs you to understand as he speaks. Staring at you, his eyes begging you for forgiveness as he studies you closely.

“I, I can’t, no” Shaking your head as you struggle to string words together, staring at him in disbelief. 

“(Y/n) please, I know it can be scary letting him back in your life, but he's changed all we talked about was you and Stephen. It was the first time I have ever talked to him and never had to correct him on your pronouns or names, he even referred to you as his son multiply times”

“That doesn’t make up for anything Dave, not with everything that has happened between us” Shaking your head as you feel the sharp pains stabbing you in the chest.

“I know but it's a start, isn't it?”

“I guess it could be but–”

“No more buts, answer me honestly, do you want a relationship with him?” He stares at you seriously. You look over at the road and watch a few cars drive pass by, thinking. You always dream of having him back in your life. Him calling you his son, spending quality time with him again. 

“Yeah, I think I do” Speaking quietly, looking back over at him.

“Then you need to let him in to allow it to happen, you know that” Dave smiles encouragingly at you.

“I know, I'm just over him hurting me, but I guess I can risk it one more time” You sigh, smiling weakly.

“Good, and if he does hurt you I will deal with him, happily” He smirks at you, tapping his drink with yours.

~~~

“So what's this about a boyfriend huh?” Dave smirks, leaning forward, his elbows perched up on the table resting his chin on his hands. 

“Oh him!” You groan playfully, biting your lip trying to stop the smile from growing too much.

“Yes him, why haven’t I heard about him before, how long has it been going on for?”

“Over five months now, coming up to six months soon, he is amazing, he is so cute he also–” You stop yourself shaking your head. Not needing to tell him anything more about him to your uncle, because he would figure it out Immediately.

“Almost six months and you never told me?” Dave glares slightly “Why are you hiding him?”

“Um well, you know how my relationship are they always go to fast so we wanted to take it slow, plus you always scare them off, not to mention what happened to Jimmy” 

“That's because I worry about you and the ones you pick weren’t good for you, if this guy is the right one then he has nothing to worry about” He smiles gently, before his eyes narrow. “But Jimmy, I didn’t do anything to Jimmy I was just there when his arm broke, that's what happens when he lays a hand on you” He shrugs his shoulders and glances at his phone before his eyes are back at you.

“Right right, you always say you just went to talk to him with Aaron when he merely tripped over” Rolling your eyes smiling a little.

“Exactly, so does this boyfriend of yours have a name?”

“Nope he does not, because I know if he did you would do a background search on him, but I can tell you he works for the FBI as well, so that's a good thing right?” Smirking at him as you see the gears turning in his head.

“Yes good thing so far, maybe I’ve worked with him”

“Maybe you have, you never know. I’ll introduce you one day just a couple more weeks, I just want to get through the family issues first then you two can meet”

“Perfect, then I can have you two over for pasta. He better knows how to cook” You both laugh at that. Shaking your head at the thought of Dave trying to teach Spencer how to cook.

~~~

You're cooking dinner when Spencer walks into your apartment, entering your kitchen.

“Hey Beans, what are you cooking?” Spencer asks, taking a strong sniff of the air smiling at the delicious smell.

“Spaghetti bolognese with fake pasta according to my Uncle” You laugh lightly, placing the dried pasta in the boiling pot of water.

“Only he would say that, wouldn’t he?” Spencer laughs quietly, leaning against the counter beside you. His eyes move over your body, studying you closely, before he left this morning you were a ball of nerves but now you seem completely different. You're more relaxed and joyful instead of stressed and anxiety filled. A grin spreads across your face as you sway along to the music playing in the background as you cook.

“So how was your day, Bambino?” You smile at him, feeling his eyes stuck on you, once more profiling you. It can get annoying most days but you know he doesn't mean to, most of the time and after the last few days events it makes sense for him to be a little worried.

“It was great, I caught up with Ethan at the coffee shop. He's just passing through town but it was great being able to catch up with him properly” He smiles happily, a little guilt in his eyes as he thinks back to the last time he saw him. “You know it's been 5 years since I last saw him, almost two years since we really spoke. I was surprised when he asked to catch up but it was great seeing where he is now with his career,” Spencer smiles, feeling proud of his friend. 

“5 years wow that's a long time, he's the one who lives in New Orleans right?” You glances at him slightly as you stir the dish.

“Yep, last time I saw him was on a case, that case was actually the case that my co-worker JJ met her boyfriend Will, they have a kid now too” He smiles weakly thinking back to that case. “It was also the case that finally pushed me to ask for help with my drug problem, Ethan pushed me to get helped” He looks up at you slowly meeting your eyes. His eyes are full of valuability, he doesn’t like talking about that part of his past. You already knew about his drug addiction, he's opened up a little bit about it but he still feels shamefully when he speaks about it.

~~~

“I'm glad he did, It takes a lot of strength to ask for help and now you're 4 years sober” You smile proudly at him, serving up dinner.

“Almost 5 years In a month actually” Spencer sighs, smiling forcefully. A part of him is still feeling guilty about it all, the memories of Tobias Hankel popping into his mind. His hand rubbing his arms where he was poked with the needle, the feeling fresh on his body. Your eyes catch this movement setting down the pot, taking his hand gently in his. 

“We should celebrate, 5 years is amazing, everyday is an achievement so we should do something to celebrate this” You smile up at him, looking at him proudly.

“Oh I don’t know it's not a big thing” His words trail off when he catches that stubborn look in your eyes, sighing as he smiles softly. “What would we even do?”

“Why don’t we go away for the weekend or we take a day or two off to make a long weekend and go see your Mum, maybe it's time I finally meet her” Shrugging as you think about it, smiling at the idea of finally meeting Diana Reid. Spencer's face lights up, as he nods energetically.

“That is a great idea, I haven’t seen my mum in ages and I really want you to meet her” 

“Then It's settled, we will go and see her and have our first vacation away together” You chuckle leaning forward kissing him lightly.

~~~

After you two have finished eating your cuddle up on the couch watching a nature documentary. Spencer's head resting in your lap, as your hand strokes through his hair as your mind fading away from what's on the screen in front of you. Your mind travels to your father and what could possibly be in that letter, regret setting in that you never took it from Stephen when he was offering it to you. Now you're going to have to ask him for it, is this something you truly want to do, could you really deal with his cockynes right now. Spencer rolls his head over to look up at you, feeling your hand come to a stop in his hair. He was wondering why you have been quiet tonight, normally you like adding small comments throughout it but not tonight. 

“Okay Beans what's on your mind?” He asks, frowning softly as you don't respond, not even looking like you heard him as he calls out to you again. He moves his head off his lap sitting up properly, the movement is what pulls you out of your deep thought looking at him.

“Where are you going?” Looking at him confused as you meet a concerned stare. 

“You were so zone out, you didn’t hear anything I was saying” 

“I'm so sorry I was just thinking about something” Smiling weakly as you glance down at the ground.

“What was it about, if you don’t mind me asking”

“The letter, a part of me wants to know what Jason wrote but the other part of me is scared to know what my father may have written in the letter” Sighing softly looking back up at the tv. “I also really don’t want to have to ask Stepehen for it, not after this morning.” Feeling the couch beside you move, glancing at him as you see him get up, watching him walk towards your bookshelf. 

“Um Spence what are you doing?” Feeling confused as you raise an eyebrow watching his movements. He smirks lightly as he picks up the letter he had placed down there after taking it from your brother earlier. Turning back towards you, sitting beside you holding the letter out towards you without uttering a word, just giving you a soft reassuring smile.

“He gave it to you before he left?” You're stunned as you take it from him. Staring down at your name written on the envelope, having not seen his hand writing in so many years. 

“I thought you would want to read it later, even if you didn’t you still you had the option just in case” His voice is soft as he rubs your lap gently, smiling softly watching you.

“Thank you” You whisper, glancing at him as you place it down on the side. 

“Always” he smiles, wrapping his arm around you.

~~~

It's been two weeks since you received the letter. It took you about a week to finally find the courage to read it, which had torn straight into your heart. Deciding you would reach out to Jason you just needed time to figure out how you would go about fixing your relationship with him. You and Stephen had made up, agreeing that you both were out of line and would try harder to be better siblings. Dave has been asking to meet your boyfriend everytime you two talk, which you know you have to tell him about Spencer sooner rather than later. You haven’t seen Spencer in awhile seeing as he's been working longer cases lately. In the last two weeks you've seen him possibly three times, before he gets called away. You know it's his job, so you don’t mind too much, it just makes you cherish the time you get with him alot more. It was your six month anniversary the other day, but he was away on a case. He felt so guilty for missing it but you reassured him it was okay and that it can be made up when he gets back.

~~~

The Bau team was finally on the Jet back to D.C after a tough case, they were gone for nine days. They had decided to stay an extra day just to help get some paperwork done after catching the Unsub. As they fly back home, the team is in higher spirits than they normally are after a hard case. It could be because they managed to rescue five girls that the unsub had kidnapped or the fact that they had all managed to get a full night's rest last night for the first time in weeks. Or maybe it was the fact that they know when they land they have the next three days mandated off. As they fly back, Hotch is sitting in the back of the plane doing some paperwork, Rossi is sitting opposite him, having a playful argument on his phone. As the other four are playing cards, laughing about something stupid that Reids is trying to tell them, distracting them as he manages to crush them in the game.

~~~

“Alright listen up” Rossi gets up, walking over towards the agents playing games, all their eyes quickly flick up towards him. 

“Rossi I swear, If you're about to tell us that we have another case I will push you off this plane” Emily points her finger threateningly at him. 

“I will happily help you with that Prentiss” Morgan agrees nodding his head as he places his cards down.

“Hey hey hey, that's a bit dramatic don’t you think” Rossi gasps, shaking his head.

“Okay, we’re sorry, what's up Rossi?” JJ smiles softly, as the team chuckles.

“I am inviting you all to my place for a family dinner and drinks at my mansion tonight, Garcia is already getting things organised after begging me on the phone to host it” He chuckles lightly, smiling.  

“Ohh if you're cooking I am definitely in” Morgan laughs smiling. Enjoying the idea of having a relaxing night with the people he cares for. 

“Can I bring Will and Henry?” JJ asks, smiling, liking the idea of a family event.

“Of course it's not family without them, plus Jack is going to be there, he is going to need some entertainment” Rossi shakes his head faintly, always having to reassure JJ that her boyfriend and kid can always come to family events.

“Oh I won’t be able to make it toning, I’m sorry guys” Reid shrugs, sipping his coffee. Hotch turns around at this news to watch, wanting to know what's going on.

~~~

“And why not?” The older man sighs, turning to give Spencer a pointed look.

“Well tonight me and (Y/n) are supposed to be celebrating our 6 months, I missed it the other day so I was going to make it up to him tonight” Spencer explains, avoiding Rossi's look. Recently it has been so difficult to not tell him who he's dating. He's been trying to avoid Rossi at every moment he can, even when they are in the field together. The team quickly noticed something was up, but Spencer managed to come up with a lie about being tired that's why he's been off, no one bought it of course. Maybe that's why Rossi is throwing this dinner tonight trying to fix this weird thing between him and Spencer.

“Serieoly Reid, you have the next three days off, can't you make it up to him on one of those days?” Morgan asks, narrowing his eyes. His behaviour has been worrying the whole team lately.

“I mean I could but I really miss him so I just—” His voice trails off at the look his whole team is giving him.

“Then invite him” Emily states, giving him a look. 

“We want you to come, and we have been begging you to introduce us to him for ages so please Spencer” JJ begs him, giving him her best puppy face, knowing he's a sucker for it.

“I uh” Spencer glances at Rossi quickly catching a confused, hurt look from the man. 

“Okay fine, I’ll ask him if he wants to come, but if he says no can you all back off, please” Spencer sighs, not wanting to put you into a bad spot.

“Of course” Hotch jumps into the conversation giving the team his best over protective dad look. 

“Ring him now and ask” Morgan encourages him, smirking a little. Excited to finally get the chance to meet this mystery man of Reids.

“Fine” Spencer huffs, smiling slightly as he stands up making his way to the back of the Plane for privacy.

~~~

“Hello Amora” You answer the phone happily. Having excused yourself from work, for a break as you see Spencer name pop up on your phone. 

“Hey Beans, uh how are you” Spencer clears his throat as he speaks. Feeling nervous as he talks to you, which you quickly pick up on.

“I'm fine, what's up?” You ask carefully, feeling your eyes narrow with worry.

“Uh I know we have plan tonight, but um”

“Another case really, do you guys never rest?” You ask in disbelief, mouth gaping open.

“No no, no more cases” Spencer is quick to reassure you, knowing how you worry when he and his team work too hard.

“Good, because you need rest, so does your team, your boss works you guys too hard” You let out a sigh of relief. “Okay then what's wrong?”

“Nothing wrong, I just, uh we have been invited over to Rossi tonight for team dinner and drinks”

“Oh, both of us?”

“Yeah they want to meet you, they want take no as an answer any longer, I know it's awkward because he will be there but–”

“Bambino it's fine” You cut him off before he can start rambling, smiling softly, hearing the worry in his voice. “I think it's time I finally met the famous BAU team, Plus I think it's time we told Dave he said you’ve been acting weird the last couple weeks” Smirking lightly, knowing just how awkward he can get when trying to keep secrets from those he cares for.

“Are you sure?” Spencer smiles letting out a breath, feeling at ease.

“Yes I’m sure, why don’t you come and get ready with me at my place before we go over to his mansion, yeah?”

“Okay, I will meet you at yours after you finish work then” Spencer smiles happily. “Bye baby, I love you”

“I Love you to Spence, wow can’t believe i'm going to meet the famous David Rossi tonight” You both laugh, feeling relaxed as you hang up. 

~~~

Spencer walks back towards his team. Hotch and Rossi have now joined the rest of the team at cards. Rossi having stolen Spencer's seat, he now has to sit down beside Hotch, smiling gently as he watches the team play.

“So Reid, are you two joining us tonight?” Morgan asks, glancing at him, smirking lightly.

“Uh yes we will be, they have work but after that we should be able to make it” Spencer smiles at them all.

“Fucking finally we get to meet this guy who makes you all squishy” Emily sniggers, placing her card down. 

“Oh Garcia is going to love this” JJ laughs as she notices Morgan pulling out his phone.

“Already on it, Babygirl is going to flip” He winks at Reid, noticing the kid go red in the face, shaking his head at Morgan. Spencer turns his attention to Rossi who's leaning over Morgan's shoulder reading his texts to Garcia.

“You two concern me sometimes, chocolate thunder” Rossi glances away with playfully disgust on his face as Morgan laughs at him.

“Don’t worry about it old man” Morgan winks putting his phone back down.

“So Reid are you going to tell us how you meet this man of yours or do we have to wait for tonight?” Rossi asks, smirking at him.

“Oh uh” Reid blushes at that memory. “I don’t think that needs to be brought up at all”

“Oh okay, there has to be a good story behind that” JJ smirks, holding back a laugh.

“One that you guys will never know,” Reid shakes his head.

‘Oh don’t worry Garcia will manage to get it from (Y/n) I'm sure she will mange” Hotch laughs knowing when it comes to gossip she is unstoppable. Reid groans, hanging his head knowing it's true.

“Oh I can not wait to hear that story” Emily laughs, watching the dread on Reid's face.

“Okay I'm regretting this already” Spencer shakes his head, picking up the cards that Rossi hands him for the new game. “Oh um by the way Rossi, just as I was getting off the phone with him before he may have said he was excited to meet the ‘famous David Rossi’ he's a little bit of a fan” Spencer laughs along with the team as they watch his face slowly drop.

“Oh no” 

~~~

As you stand in the mirror contemplating on how you wanted to dress for tonight. Should you be more casual and just throw something random keeping it lowkey or wear something that makes you feel more comfortable, more yourself. You knew deep down the team wouldn’t judge you on what you wear, Spencer had reassured you of that, many times. Rossi has even told you that his team is the most welcoming type of people, he's tried to get you to meet them a few times in the past. But you know that they have all met your father so that has always thrown you off a little, but not tonight. Tonight is just going to be about you and Spencer and, of course, your overprotective Uncle. Sighing softly running your hand through your hair, taking a deep breathing to calm your heart that just seems to be having a race with itselfs. 

“Hey beans, are you almost ready?” Spencer asks as he walks out of the bathroom, brushing his hair. Coming to stand behind you in the mirror, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he sees you holding three different tops in your hands. 

“I don’t know what to wear” Sighing softly as you throw them on the bed, turning around to face him looking defeated.

“What's going on?” Spencer asks as he places his hands on your waist, looking down at you. 

“I’m just, Im worried about what your teams going to think about me” You sigh looking down, not needing him to stare into your eyes right now. Because if he does, you would easily spill all your worries to him so easily.

“Baby, why's that? You know my team is going to love you”

“It's just.. It's just what if I'm not what they're expecting?” You whisper out the words, ashamed of the way you're thinking.

“You are exactly what they are expecting, they are expecting someone who makes me feel happy and loved and that is you” He smiles softly, tilting your head up to look at him. Feeling your cheeks burn under his touch, smiling gently as you feel the stress fading from your body. 

“Thank you” You mutter softly as you kiss him lightly, he pulls away slowly smiling.

“Always, now do you need a hand figuring out what to wear?” 

“Please” You smirk lightly, “Do you think they will care if I wear a little bit of makeup, It just, it normally makes me feel comfortable in my skin” 

“Baby they won’t mind at all, Men wear makeup, It's normal. Garcia just might fall more in love with you though” He smirks softly, “And Morgan might be a little jealous of your piercings, he's only allowed his ear pierced at work, but he wants to get his nose pierced but it goes against our uniform” Spencer informs you, hoping it will help calm your anxiety of dressing how you like. The smile and the exhale informs him that he said the right things, giving you a quick peek on the cheek as he steps back. 

“Just relax, wear what makes you happy, I’ll feed Bubbles while you get ready” He smiles as he walks off, letting you get ready. Smiling to himself as he hears you turn your music on as he walks to the kitchen.

~~~

About 30 minutes later, you're both finally in the car, on the way to Rossi places. The rest of the team was already there, Garcia texting him to hurry up, apparently her and Morgan went straight into the tequila. Glancing at Spencer smiling softly as you see him texting them back, he always looks so relaxed and at ease when you drive. Car rides are one of his favourite things to do, he likes listening to the music and audiobooks as he stares out the windows and watches the world goes by. Mainly he only likes it because you're the one driving, it makes him feel safe. 

“Oh God, apparently Garica just found Jaguar but Rossi took it off her to save it for later on in the night” Spencer groans softly which turns into low chuckle, which you join in on.

“Oh I think this Garica person owns my heart already” You chuckle gently as you pull into Dave's driveway, parking in your normal spot by the big tree that hangs over his yard. It's the best place to park seeing as you can stay out of other people's way and no one can park in front of you, making a quick getaway. 

~~~

Deciding to quickly check yourself in the car mirror before getting out, taking a deep breath as you take in your reflection. You had decided to go with your normal makeup routine but adding a little more mascara and blue smokey eyes. Which made your blue lip piercing pop, along with your nose ring. Smiling softly as you take in your makeup feeling confident as you run your hand through your short hair. Glancing over at your boyfriend who is waiting patiently for you, smiling softly at you. His eyes full of love and admiration as he takes you in, the way you always end up being yourself, unapologetically, makes his heart melt. 

“Are you ready (Y/n)?” Spencer asks as he sees you take a deep breath.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that, you're about to meet my uncle slash father figure” You joke lightly as you climb out.

“Oh I think I’ll survive” Spencer laughs as he gets out walking over to you to take your hand. You intwine your fingers in with his as you make your way towards the front food.

“Maybe, I mean he hasn’t killed any of my dates yet, only broken an arm” Exhaling, smirking slightly.

“Im sorry he what” Spence eyes widen in frighten as he comes to standstill, turning to look at you in shock and fear.

“Oh relax, that was only because Jimmy was an abusive dick, you will be fine Amore Mio” Squeezing his hand in reassurance as he takes a deep breath, calming down. 

~~~

As they reach the front door, it suddenly flies open and they’re met with two people in the doorway.

“What the.. Morgan seriously?” Spencer laughs easily. Raising his eyebrow at his best friend who's standing there, with a massive grin on his face.

“That was babygirl not me,” Morgan laughs, indicating at the blond woman in front of him, who's dressed in warm pastel colours. Who's staring up at you with love and fixation on her face, a glass of alcohol in her hand as she makes her way to you.

“No way it's you, you, I love your makeup so much” She screeches with excitement as she finally gets in front of you, pulling you into a hug.

“Hi, I’m guessing this is Garica” Laughing softly as you hug back tightly.

“Oh my god you know me” Garica giggles pulling away as she smiles wide up at you. “Ahh I have been dying to meet you for months, but the boy genius has been insisting on keeping you to himself which sucks” She blabbers on excitedly. The man beside her who you had reconsigned instantly as Derek Morgan, places his hand on her shoulders calmly.

“Baby girl, take a breath we have all night to integrate him for information on his and Spencer relationship just let him settle in first” Derek laughs happily as he looks up at you. 

“It's great to finally meet you (Y/n) I dig the piercing, by the way” He smirks, shooting Spencer a look which is received with a glare and a soft blush from your boyfriend.

“Thanks Derek, Trust me I'm happy I finally get to meet the famous BAU team” Chuckling softly as you hear voices and laughter coming from inside.

“Yeah I heard you're a fan of David Rossi, you like his books?” Morgan asks, smirking at the idea of embracing the old man. You glance over at Spencer giving him a weird look, being met with his cheeky grin instead. 

“I thought telling him you were a fan would completely throw him off” Spencer smirks. Garica narrows her eyes at you both, before meeting Morgan's eyes, who's looking just as confused as she feels.

“Okay, you two have completely lost us” Garica starts, which earns a light shake of the head from you.

“Oh it's okay you guys will understand soon, anyway can I meet the rest of the team now or?” You smirk, raising your eyebrow as they are still blocking the entrance. 

“Oooh yesss the rest of the team is dying to meet you” Garica lights up once again. 

~~~

She grabs your hand, your other hand automatically reaches out grabbing Spencer's, dragging him behind you. Laughing happily as you allow Garcia to drag you both into the house, Morgan follows behind you both, chuckling at the look of horror on Reid's face. She first leads you to the living room where the large glass doors have been open to give more access to the outside area. As you enter the living room you are met with a couple of women and a man who has his arm wrapped around a blonde woman's waist who's smiling happily as they chat away. Their conversation is quickly broken up as they look up hearing people enter the room.

“Oh finally you two show up, I was starting to think Reid got cold feet” The dark haired woman is the first to speak laughing as she teases your boyfriend.

“Oh I think he was  definitely close to bailing on the way here” You joke back, as you slide your hand out of Garcia's grip as you reach the small group of people.

“Hey no I wasn’t” Spencer stumbles over his words, looking at you playfully offended.

“Aw sure sure bambino” Teasing him softly as you squeeze his hand softly, smiling lovingly up at him. You feel more comfortable around his team than you originally thought you would, a part of you still feels like a jumbo mess of nervousness as you wonder where your Uncle is. 

“Ooh that's Italian, Rossi is going to love you” The blonde lady smiles, giving you a small once over before glancing at the other woman smirking, trying her best to be subtle. But Spencer catches the look going red in the face as he realises the team is giving their approval on his partner, making him feeling all nervous and hot. 

“Oh the Italian man, he will love me” You smirk to yourself, earning a few laughs from the team.

“Im Emily by the way” The dark haired woman introduced herself. “I already know your name, Reid loves to mention you every chance he has” 

“Okay can we maybe try to not embarrass me tonight please” Spencer begs as he rubs his temples laughing awkwardly, the rest of the team shaking their heads laughing at his expression.

“Oh no that's the whole point of meeting the team Amore, I need more stories of you” Smirking softly, as you turn to the team. “Please tell me you guys have a lot of embarrassing stories of him you can tell me tonight”

“Oh plenty,” Emily laughs.

“Ohh where do we start?” Garcia giggles evilly as sips her drink.

“How far back do you want us to go?” The blonde woman joins in, smirking. “Im Jennifer by the way but everyone calls me JJ, this is my partner Will”

“Hey there” Will smiles lightly as he nods.

~~~

You smile softly as you look around, taking them all, relaxing. Your boyfriend was right, Everyone here seems so friendly and judgement free. Making you feel so at ease as you relax into the environment.  

“It's great to meet you all, I feel like I already know you guys with the amount of stories I have heard” you smirking, knowing half the stories are mostly from Dave who still hasn't made an appearance yet. 

“Oh is that a good thing?” Derek asks, his face is pulling into a silly terrified face making you and Garica laugh.

“Maybe, maybe not” You tease him, smirking. Soon your conversation is interrupted by a little boy, around the age 4, running in towards the group of adults. 

“Mummy!!” The boys yell excitedly running towards JJ smiling widely, as she looks down watching him run in from the outside area. Where you can see another boy and another grown man out there. 

“Henry inside voice baby” JJ smiles, picking up the young blond boy as he reaches her. “What's up baby?” She smiles down lovingly at the boy in her arms. 

“I wanna show you and daddy what me and Jack made” The boy giggles happily, glancing between his mum and dad.

“Alright buddy, why don’t you lead the way and show us yeah” JJ smiles more, her face lightening up as she speaks to her boy. Henry nods, wiggling his way out of her arms, making his way to the ground. 

“Come on mummy and daddy come on” He giggles and goes to run back outside when the group's soft laughter gets Henry's attention. 

“Auntie Penelope join us” He gasps softly as he grabs her hand, pulling her out of the room, not allowing her to answer. 

You laugh softly with the others as you watch the small boy boss the three adults around, making their way outside. 

“He's such a little bossy little thing” You smirk watching them, noticing just how close this team truly is.

“Just like his mum” Derek laughs

“Just like his Dad” Emily laughs harder, realising how in sync she is with Derek. 

“I do wonder what those kids are up to though” Derek wonders out loud as he wanders over to join them on the patio. 

~~~

Suddenly it's just you, Spencer and Emily standing there looking over at the place the group has moved to.

“So where is David Rossi hiding?” You ask, smirking, looking up at Emily.

“Well he went down to his wine cellar earlier just before you two walked in so he should return soon” She smiles lightly sipping her drink. “I heard you're a fan of his?” You couldn’t help but laugh at her, shaking your head slightly.

“Oh Dave is my favourite profiler and one of the best true crime novels” You chuckle lightly, sarcasm sipping into your words as you speak. Spencer laughs, shaking his head at you glancing down at the ground. Emily stares at you confused, about to ask a question when she's interrupted.

“This is a surprise” A shocked excited voice greets you from behind. Turning around quickly to meet with your uncle smiling happily at you.

“Hey Davey” You smile lightly, all your nerves coming to the surface. 

He brings you into a light fatherly hug, kissing your cheek lightly. “What are you doing here (Y/n)” Dave asks as he pulls away. You smile softly, gulping lightly as you glance over at Spencer, quickly your eyes back on your Uncle.

“My boyfriend invited me to meet his team” You smile nervously, biting your lip to help calm yourself down. Spencer tenses up forcing his smile to stay put, but it slowly fades as he watches Dave's reactions. The speed at which Spencer's heart is racing makes him reconsider whether it could be possible that a heart can explode out of someone's chest. 

Dave's eyes have narrowed so far down, once he had registered the words you had uttered out. His face hardens instantly, turning his attention to Spencer. His mouth parting slightly, but no sound leaves as he tries to find the right words to say to the young boy looking terrified at him.

“Boyfriend?” is the only word Rossi says, but it's enough to double the tension in the room. 

“I uh.. Well y yeah we are together” Reid struggles to form a sentence under the death glare of Rossi.

“Dave um.. Look we” Your words die in your throat as the glare moves onto you for a short second. There's something hiding in his eyes as he glances back at Reid, something you are struggling to read. 

“Your dating him?” Rossi speaks lowly, almost threatening as he stares danger at Reid, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Seeing Rossi smirk a little, when sending a shiver down your spine remembering the last time you saw that look in his face.

“Run, Spencer run” You turn to look at your boyfriend, slapping his arms lightly. 

~~~

Spencer's eyes widen like a deer caught in a headlight and in a split second he's turning around and sprinting towards the door leading to the backyard where everyone is. Spencer jumps clear over the coffee table trying his hardest to get outside the quickest way possible. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you see Dave chase after him, with the biggest smirk on his face. 

“Morgannn” Spencer squeaks out, as he rushes towards Morgan who's in the middle of the backyard. His yell captures the attention of Morgan and Garcia who are dancing playfully together entertaining the two children and the adults standing on the patio. Who are now staring in confusion at Rossi as they see him chase after Reid catching up to him quickly.

You're barely able to hold it together trying to control your laughter as you watch the scene play out in front of you. Emily laughing along with you sipping her wine, having put the pieces together of who you could be to Rossi, and she was living for this drama.

Spencer, having reached Morgan, is now hiding behind him, holding on to his shoulders to keep him in front of him a shield. Morgan is holding up his hands in a “I surrender’ or more like a ‘Keep me the fuck out of this’ type of way. Morgan is just a sack of confusement and almost at a lack of words for this strange situation as he has Rossi in front of him. Who seems to be staring and wanting to scream at Reid for some unknown reason, but Morgan can easily read the amusement in Rossi's eyes.

~~~

“What the hell is going on here” Morgan asks, staring at Rossi, rolling his shoulder back trying to get Reid to loosen his tight grip. Glancing over at Garica who just has the same confused look on her face but she can’t stop giggling at the scaredly confused look on her Chocolate thunder's face.

“He's trying to kill me!” Reid exclaims dramatically, popping his head up over Morgan's shoulders.

“I'm not going to kill you Reid, not yet at least now come here” Rossi huffs annoyed, smirking at the look on Reid's face. Reid looks scared but there's a soft relaxed almost amused look on the kids face as well. Reid would always know that Rossi would never hurt him badly.

“Never thank you, I’m choosing life” Reid grins terrified.

“So am I” Morgan sighs, grabbing Reid by the wrist pulling him to the front of him, getting tired of being a human shield. “What did you even do, pretty boy?”

“More like who” Reid grumbles, his eyes widens even more as he realises that Rossi is walking even closer towards him so he quickly takes off running again.

“Reid!!!” Rossi yells annoyed and starts chasing the younger boy again, they start running around in a circle. Morgan and Garica shake their heads in confusion as they walk over to where JJ and Will are, hoping that they might have a clue as to what is going on. 

~~~

Your laughter slowly dies down as you sip on your drink. You and Emily finally decided to join the rest of the group outside on the patio. Everyone watches as your boyfriend and Uncle run around in a circle, occasionally stopping to yell words at each that no one seems to be able to hear being so far away. 

“Um, why is Dave trying to kill Reid?” A confused voice interrupts everyones watching time. You turn around to see who the new voice belongs to, breaking out in a new giant smile as you see Aaron standing there staring at the scene with a bemused look on his face.

“Oh my gosh Aaron?” You grin up at him, his eyes quickly shots over to you. The confusion quickly clearing up, grinning widely as he sees you.

“(Y/n), now that makes sense” He laughs lightly as he pulls you into a quick hug, which you return happily. “How have you been, kid?” He asks you as you two pull away, the team watching you two closely. Everyone's confusion just keeps getting higher as they watch their normally up tight unaffectionate unit chief, pull Reid's Boyfriend into a hug as if he's known you for years.

“I'm doing great Aaron, how are you going, how's Jack been?” Your thoughts automatically go to his son, who you use to babysit a lot and only stopped a couple years ago.

“He's great he should be around here somewhere” As if on queue Jack quickly runs from where he was playing in front of the group and towards his father.

“Dad guess what” Jack giggles and quickly stops as he spots you “(Y/N)!! It's you” He squeals, as he turns from his father and jumps up at you for a hug. Which you quickly accept, picking him up into your arms.

“Hey Jackie” You grin at him “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too (Y/n/n) oohh I have so much to tell you” Jack grins up at you. Oh how you forgot how much the kid owns your heart.

“Well kid looks like you have all night to catch me up yeah?”

“Yesss” He grins at you as you place him back down. 

~~~

The conversation is broken up by Spencer and Rossi walking back over to the group laughing like complete idiots.

“Who's ready for pasta?” Rossi asks, ignoring everyone's questioning looks.

“Uh are we not going to get any answer as to whatever that was first?” Morgan asks, staring at them like the idiots they are.

“Nope food and more alcohol first” You speak up laughing at them as Spencer walks over to you wrapping his arm around you, leaning down to kiss you softly. A chorus of awws and cheers breakout through the group making you laugh as you pull away from him.

“Ew please don't do that in my house” Rossi groans as he walks to the kitchen. Making you break out in laughter once more as you follow him in leaving the group of confused people to follow in after you.

As the group makes its way to the kitchen where Dave has the pasta all ready to be served, taking a seat at the bench on one of the stalls closer to the end of the island. The team slowly comes to surround the kitchen, Spencer passes you a new drink as he stands behind you, his arms coming to wrap lovingly around your shoulders, allowing you to lean back into him.

“Aww you two are just the cutest” Penelope exclaims as she sits beside you smiling brightly at you two. You turnt  her with a big grin on your face.

“Oh we know but thank you” You chuckle softly, sipping on your drink looking over to Dave who's shaking his head. A soft loving smile on his face as he walks around the kitchen grabbing the utensils and plates for dinner. As the team surrounds the bench all taking a seat or standing at the end of the bench, all with a drink in their hands. The two little boys settled on the table in the corner of the room, colouring in as they wait for their food. The room is buzzing with chatter and laughter from the group, you don’t find it hard at all to slip into the rhythm of the group of people around you. 

~~~

“So Rossi, what's on the menu for tonight?” Emily asks as the attention is soon brought to the pasta set down in front of them. The warm smell of pepper and cheesy pasta starts filling the room.

“Spaghetti alla carbonara” Dave smiles proudly, as he starts putting some onto plates and walks over to the kids setting it down in front of them, who start cheering happily.

“Ohhh wait thats my favourite” You pipe up licking your lips as your mouth starts to water.

“Oh I know” Rossi smirks at you, his eyes full of mischief, chuckling softly as he sees the realisation settle on your face.

“You flipping knew didn’t you” It wasn't a question as you stare at him in disbelief only for him to chuckle more at you.

“Wait, how did you figure it out?” Spencer asks him, staring at him clueless.

“Oh come on it wasn’t hard” Dave laughs, shaking his head at them. “Oh come on, you two have been dating for the exact same time, both a lot happier recently. Your boyfriend works at the FBI and whenever I mentioned Reid you would avoid eye contact or your smile would grow” He looks at you pointedly, you want to argue with him but being at a loss of words you just close your mouth in retreat “And you” Rossi starts, turning to look at Reid. “Your boyfriend has the same name as my Godson, seriously, you’ve been avoiding me the last couple weeks Reid and then today on the Jet it wasn’t hard to put together” Dave can’t help but laugh at the look of surprise on both the boys face.

“I thought we were hiding it well” You argue weakly, pouting softly.

“Not at all,” Rossi smirks, passing plates of food around the group.

~~~

“Wait Godson, that makes so much sense” JJ laughs softly, staring at you three along with the rest of the team.

“Oh right I guess no one had told you guys yet” Aaron chuckles, shaking his head at you lot, taking his plate from Rossi.

“Wait, you knew he had a godson?” Morgan questions turning his attention to his boss.

“Oh yeah I knew who (Y/n) is, he’s also Jack's favourite babysitter” Aaron smirks looking at everyones confused little faces. 

“Wait so you seem to be quite close yet we are only just finding out about you now, why is that?” Emily asks, leaning forward sipping her wine.

“Oh I'm really good at being kept a secret, it all started with my parents” You laugh quietly to yourself trying your hardest to keep the bitterness out of your voice. Even if the room wasn’t filled with profilers, it wouldn’t take much to figure out what you said had made Rossi, Hotch and your boyfriend all tense up.

“Right, well on the cherry topic here's your dinner Angelo” Rossi clears his throat handing over your plate of dinner.

“Thank you Papa Pasta” You smirk cheekily at him as you reach over to grab it from him, only to be given a disapproving look.

“Papa pasta?” Garcia burst out laughing alongside the rest of the room, who couldn't contain themselves after seeing the look on Rossi's face.

Rossi takes the plate away from you and passes it to Morgan instead who is the last to get his food.

“Hey!!” You exclaim, staring at him trying your best to keep a straight face.

“I told you to never use that nickname again” 

“Oops my bad!” You laugh lightly, smiling brightly at him. “Can I please get my dinner please?” The room seems to be holding back their laughter now as Rossi rolls his eyes passing you a new plate of pasta.

~~~

As the night goes on with laughter and funny borderline embarrassing stories of the team, it may have only been hours but you're already starting to feel like a part of the gang already. Soon the group has made its way to the living room, spreading over the couches, Will had left not long after dinner taking both boys home for a sleepover. You're sipping your drink leaning your head into Spencer’s shoulder, allowing yourself to feel happy and enjoy the night. Your face was burning with how much you have been smiling and laughing throughout the night.

“And that is why we never let Reid and Morgan go alone together to get food on a case” JJ finishes telling the story, no one in the room could contain their laughter anymore. Spencer tries hiding his bright red face behind your neck, laughing softly as he does so. 

“Hey hey it was not our fault how were we supposed to know we would accidentally order 2 bags full of ketchup” Morgan argues playfully loudly, the alcohol running through his system making his voice louder than usual. 

“Oh come on sugar what did you expect?” Penelope giggles, resting her head on Morgan's shoulder. Her cheeks are bright red due to the alcohol, smiling widely as she stares up at Morgan.  

“There is a story I would like to know” Emily speaks smirking, turning to look at you and Spencer.

“Oh no Emily, I told you not to ask, '' Spencer groans as he brings his face back out from behind your neck.

“Fine I won't then” Emily wiggles her eyebrows giggling softly. Staring at her in confusion you glance at your boyfriend feeling the whole room watching you two silent laughing at your reaction.

“I will then. So (Y/n) how did you two meet?” JJ giggles tipsy, sipping on her drink as she leans into the couch staring at you.

You couldn't hold back the groan of regret that slips through your lips as you hang your head backwards. Why did they have to ask that question, that night you meet Spencer had been full of regret at the time.

“Oh I know that look” Dave chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Tequila or vodka?” 

“Both, and way too much of it” You groan, closing your eyes, hearing the room start laughing at you once more.

“You were so drunk” Spencer teases you lightly, thinking back to the night.

“At least I didn’t vomit all over my shoes” You shoot back. Opening your eyes to glare jokingly at him.

“No you were classy and vomited into a bush after walking straight into a pole” Spencer laughs harder, smiling lovingly at you. You shake your head at him as you look at him getting lost in his eyes, smiling more as you take in all his beautiful features. 

“Awww you two are so in love” Penelope giggles drunkenly, her voice pulling you out of your drunken glaze. Turning your attention back to the room, blushing deeply as you notice everyone staring at you.

“Yes they are” Dave rolls his eyes standing up. “Who needs another drink, I know if I do if I'm going to hear this story” 

“Ohh I do” Emily smiles more 

“Me to” You agree, smiling. “I believe I heard someone found a Jaguar earlier” You smile cheekily up at your Uncle, just hoping he would bring it out.

“Fine” Dave sighs but then smirks at Reid. “Only because your boyfriend here is sober and is going to have to be the one to deal with you once you start drinking that shit” Dave chuckles at the look of fear on Reid's face.

“Oh please no” Spencer groans. Earning a soft slap on the thigh, followed by a kiss on the cheek.

~~~

Once everyone has fresh drinks, and is all settled back down again the story of how you and Spencer meet is brought up once more.

“So you two were drunk when you two met?” Morgan smirks looking at Reid. “When do you ever drink Reid?”

“For one I wasn’t drunk at the beginning, and two we first meet about two years ago through some mutual friends, it was a special occasion”

“You just kept doing shot after shot trying to impress the cute blonde with blue eyes” You laugh as your boyfriend turns as red as a rose. 

“Yeah but then it turns out she was a bitch” Spencer shrugs smiling down at you in his arms, it almost feels like it's just you two in the room when you stare into his eyes.

“Woah did Spencer just call someone a bitch?” JJ gasps dramatically, placing her hand over her chest.

“I think our boy genius did, ooh someone was being bad huh?” Emily chuckles lightly leaning into JJ side. The alcohol makes her tired and turns her into a cuddling mood.

“She was being a homophobic, transphobic fuck so my knight in shining armor decided to stand up for me” You smile happily, not even realzing you had just outed your self. You wouldn’t have known except the room went quiet for a few brief seconds.

“Wait your trans” Penelope breaks the silence. Her voice radiating excitement, looking at you with a huge grin on her face.

“Trans and proud of it” You smile back at her. You never notice the proud smiles and looks that Rossi and Hotch share with each other, as they see just how far you come with your self acceptance journey. 

“My brother’s also transgender” Penelope shares excitedly.

“Really that's so cool” You smile more, relaxing more into Spencer's arms.

“Hey you never told us that babygirl” Morgan smiles softly, before turning his attention back to you and Spencer. 

~~~

“So what Spencer, you decided that someone was hurting your boy, so you had to rescue him huh?” Morgan smirking teasingly at Reid.

Spencer clears his throat, his face heating up again. “Oh uh something like that”

“Oh no what happened?” Aaron asks, keeping his laughter at bay as he recognises that look of embarrassment and regret slipping on to the younger boy's face.

“Oh well…” Spencer trails off.

“He decided that he would, while drunk spout off some statistics about how homophobic people end up and alone and proceed to call her a slut in front of the whole bar and then she throw her drink at him and we both got escorted out of the bar after that” You laugh loudly as you remember the look of shock on his face that night. The alcohol that slipped down his lost puppy dog face, as the bouncer grabbed his arm and pushed you both out of the bar. 

“You two got kicked out of the bar?” Emily asks between her laughter, because of course Reid would be the one to get kicked out for starting a bar fight by talking statistics.

“Attaboy Reid” Dave cheers, smiling proudly at the kid. Dave already approved of you dating Spencer but the fact that the kid stood up for you only hours after meeting you, made him realise that he is the one for you.

“It was a hell of night, after that we went to another bar just us two and did shots for the rest of the night until it closed” You grin sipping on your drink, finishing it again. Spencer is quick to get you a refile, picking up the bottle that lays beside you topping up your glass.

~~~

“So if that all happened two years ago why did it take you two ages to start dating” JJ questions curiously.

“Well I had just broken up with my ex and went through a bit of a rebound sex for a few months after that” 

“Was that after you broke up with Caleb?” Rossi interrupts you, giving you a disgusted look.

“Yes Caleb, I know you didn’t like him” You sigh rolling your eyes.

“You did have shit taste in men (Y/n)” Aaron adds in, defending Rossi.

“Hey! I expect this from Dave but you Aaron that just mean” You pout at him earning a soft laugh from the man.

“I feel like there is so much we don’t know about you (Y/n)” Emily stares at in awe.

“You need to get more alcohol in me then you will know everything” Chuckling softly as you smile at the girl.

“Okay wait I still haven't gotten my whole story yet” JJ complains, her words smushing together lightly, due to the alcohol.

“Oh right right sorry JJ’ Emly quickly apologies encouraging you to continue.

“Okay well after that night out me and Spence decided to keep in contact soon we became pretty good friends, hanging out when we could with our busy schedules, after about a year I started releasing I was falling for him, so well..”

“He decided to ghost me for weeks on end instead of just adamant how he felt, it took months for me to finally get him to admit he was heads over heels for me” Spencer smiles proudly as he finishes telling the story.

“I should have realised earlier that you felt the same way seeing as you've been pining after me for the last two years” Teasing him softly. Closing your eyes slowly, tiredness running through your body. Spencer presses his soft lips to your head as he sees your eyes drifting close, knowing how exhausted you can get after drinking.

“Aw that is adorable” JJ giggles, nudging Emily lightly grinning at her.

“Who knew Spencer would look so cute being used as a pillow” Emily laughs at him. Only for Spencer to glare at her, trying his hardest not to smile at how cute you look in his arms.

“He's also a really comfy pillow” You laugh quietly, smiling widely. Opening your eyes in a haze.

~~~

“Hey uh guys” Aaron calls out trying his best to stop his laughter, which is slipping throughout his words. Everyones turns their attention to look at what Aaron seems to be pointing at. Which is a sleeping Derek and Penelope curled up together on the couch snoring softly. The team has to try to control their laughter when they see them, just sleeping peacefully doing their best not to wake them.

“Oh someone please take a picture of that so I can tease them tomorrow” Spencer whispers giggling softly.

“On it” Rossi smirks, pulling his phone out, taking a few photos of their tangled bodies on the couch.

“Hey, does anyone have a marker?” Emily grins up at the room.

“Prentiss, no” Aaron sighs, shaking his head with a playfully smile.

“Prentiss yes, I know where they are” Laughing quietly as you stand up wobbly, walking out quickly your legs shaking under you. You know the amount of alcohol you have consumed tonight you might regret in the morning. You return quickly with a handful of markers handing a couple to Emily as you walk past her and over to the sleeping bodies.

“Did you go into my study?” Dave stares at you in shock, noticing that you have the good quality markers.

“I did, that's where the nice stuff is” Smirking at Emily who's kneeling beside you, who giggles quietly glancing back at Dave instantly recognizing the unimpressed look on his face.

“(Y/n) I think you're my spirit animal” She whispers quietly as she starts drawing a moustache carefully on Morgan's face.

“Well thank you” Smiling brightly as you go and drawing kitten whiskers on Penelope cautiously, so as to not wake her.

Soon JJ has joined you both and is drawing on Morgan's arms grinning as you all come up with silly things to draw on them.

“Okay that's enough” Dave sighs standing above you five, holding a pile of blankets. “Give me the markers and you three can stay the night in the spare bedrooms” 

“But Uncle Daveee we aren’t finished yet” You whine softly, staring up at him pouting.

“Yes you are now up, I’ve already made sure your bedroom is ready for you (Y/n) now come on” He sighs, placing the blanket down, taking the markers off you and the two girls. Which results in all three of you pouting and whining for them back.

“They're like children” Dave huffs looking over at Hotch for support but he just laughs at the poor man's looks.

“They are your responsibility tonight Dave, I'm off duty” He chuckles while sipping on his drink.

~~~

“Fine we will get up” JJ sighs, standing up grabbing Emily hand pulling her up with her.

“Fineee I'm up” Emily mumbles, walking back over to where the alcohol was. “Wait where's the alcohol go?”

“I put it away, it is bedtime” Reid laughs, shaking his head at his coworkers drunken state, his eyes coming to land on you. Seeing you swaying on the spot as you stare at the wall past everyone, you were now growing quiet which was starting to worry him. He knows how you get when you are tired and drunk, your emotional side tends to slide out. He walks over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder. 

“You ready for bed darling?” He whispers softly into your ear.

“Yeah” You breath out, leaning into his touch. He lets go of your waist, taking your hand in his as he walks back over to the group of people. The blankets are now covering the sleeping Penelope and Derek who haven't even woken once yet. Emily and JJ are holding onto each other giggling softly in their drunken hazy having a hard time trying to stand still.

“You two are going to need help getting up those stairs” Aaron repates smiling softly, shaking his head at JJ.

“Nooo Hotch we got this” JJ giggles turning around taking Emily's hand trying her hardest to walk straight to the staircase but they both end up stumbling and almost tripping over, again. If it wasn’t for Aaron who managed to grab her arms stabilise her.

“Okay maybe we need help” JJ laughs more, her eyes fluttering close.

“Okay JJ I gotcha ya” Hotch laughs lightly, wrapping his arm around her back. He has been enjoying tonight, watching his team having a night of relaxation. They need it after all the trauma and hard cases they have to deal with.

“Dave, do me and Spence get my old bedroom?” Muttering softly as you watch him try to stop Emily from falling over she lets go of JJ.

“Yeah Kiddo, that room will always be yours” Dave smiles softly, notices the secure grip Spencer has on you. Dave couldn’t be more happy that the two of you finally found each other.

“Wait, you used to live here” Spencer asks softly.

“Nah, well kind of, I use to crash here weekly when I grew up, to get away from my transphobic fuck called parents” Grumbling loudly as you let Spencer help pull you past his team and up the stairs to your bedroom.

~~~

Yor bedroom hasn't changed much since you were a teenager. The draws still have pictures of you and a few old friends on it, along with photos of you and Dave, even some including Stephen as well. Smiling softly as you sit down on the bed kicking your shoes off, watching as Spencer walks over the draws, looking at the photos you have on them.

“I haven't seen many photos of you as a kid” Spencer smiles softly as he looks at them. Noticing that in every photo you always have tilted your head to the side slightly, it's his favourite thing about how you look in photos.

“I don’t like photos of me, but these ones are special to me” You smile, your heart filling with love as he turns back towards you smiling more at you.

“But you're so adorable in every photo” He smiles more as he sits on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into his chest.

“Gosh I love you Spencer” You whisper closer to your eyes, feeling safe in his arms.

“I love you to (Y/n), Let's get some sleep, yeah?” He whispers back, laying you both down.

“I never thought I would bring a guy I truly love back here you know” Speaking into the silence of the room. “This is my safe place, I never bring anyone here because I knew they weren’t the right fit for me you know, but you're different Spence. I think you're the one” Speaking slowly, your words fill with love and affiliation, tears swarming in your eyes. The room falls silent again, thinking you might have overstepped a boundary. Opening up your heart too much, telling him he's the one for you might have been too much, especially while drunk.

“Thank you.. For telling me I know that's hard opening up, I feel the same way with my team it's why I’ve never intrude them to anyone I’ve dated before because when I did, I wanted it to be the right one” He smiles softly, squeezing you gently as he had felt your body tense up as he took his time thinking of the right words to speak.

“I'm so glad we have each other Spence” Smiling gently, leaning over to kiss him softly. “Goodnight Amore Mio”

“Gooodnight love”

[ipreferfiction]

Jiggy.

MY SPECIAL LITTLE GUY MY BLORBO LOVE OF MY LIFE. i am insane about him. he is the character of all time

My first impression: huh. i don't know what's going on here but he seems interesting and competent.

My impression now: i would kill and die for him. he is my favorite character in mdzs and one of my favorites EVER. he has so many layers!! a-yao....

Favorite thing about that character: he's COMPETENT. to an absolutely insane degree. learning what he did about cultivation from shitty useless manuals and forming a golden core as an older teenager/young adult takes an INSANE amount of talent, not to mention HENSHENG??? he is the only (named?) character to have a soft sword, he's adapted bits of fighting styles from multiple major sects, and he's skilled enough with Hensheng that at some point he has shattered multiple spiritual weapons with it. he was a spy under WEN FUCKING RUOHAN for months. he and wwx are entirely responsible for winning the sunshot campaign and he dealt the final blow. also what he did with the song of turmoil?? equally insane amount of talent.

Least favorite thing: the Bad TakesTM. he attracts them like FLIES

Favorite line/scene: Lan Xichen! In this life, I’ve lied countless times, killed countless times. Like you said, I killed my father, my brother, my wife, my son, my teacher, my friend—of all the evil in the world, what haven’t I done?!...But I’ve never even thought of harming you!

i am very normal about them.

honestly his entire Guanyin Temple showing is nuts in the best way and i am chewing on him. close seconds are him on the stairs of Jinlintai looking at Nie Mingjue and going, of course they and I are different! the utter RESIGNATION of it. the truth of it!! he will never be treated like the rest of the cultivation world, he knows it, and Mingjue can't see it like he does!

Favorite interaction that character has with another: every time he and xichen are on screen or on page together is just. so nuts. the box scene. guanyin temple (god!!!!!!!!!! augh). everything cql added in.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Qin Su!! she needs more time anyway but god their relationship is SO TRAGIC and i love looking at AUs where the whole marriage can be avoided and there aren't lasting scars left on both jgy and qs from. you know. accidentally marrying your half sibling because your shared father is a rapist. also, we get zero real looks at how their relationship is before everything goes south and it pains me.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: this is so fucking hard oh my god. there are bits of He Xuan and Ling Wen that i see in him, i think? especially the. "i was born the same day as you and i am cleverer than you but my life was a tragedy and yours was perfect, so why was I not worthy of the same fate you were? why did I get nothing when you got everything?" and the "you know what? I am tired of cleaning up your messes. i am going to cause problems now." he also... i cannot explain this one but his vibes are very similar to Alexander of Tirragen from the Song of the Lioness quartet in my mind. i genuinely truly cannot comprehend WHY those two are associated in my brain, but they are.

A headcanon about that character: he was in love with Xichen and Xichen was in love with him. god bless the cql xiyao agenda.

A song that reminds of that character: lying beast by run river north - it reminds me very much of what he would think of himself esp. towards the end (and guanyin temple)

An unpopular opinion about that character: he and Mingjue's relationship could not have been fixed, or at least not without considerable effort on Mingjue's part, post-Sunshot and especially around the time of the stairs before JGY starts playing turmoil. JGY did not need to put more effort into it! he was already putting effort into it! Mingjue's worldview is fundamentally incompatible with JGY's existence, frankly. It never mattered how hard he tried to mend the relationship because Mingjue would always see him as a liar who was trying to manipulate him, and the sworn brotherhood was not a good idea, Xichen, good god.

Favorite picture: all of them but especially these. i support his wrongs (he has never done anything wrong ever in his life). he is the prettiest man alive and yet!! he suffers! but oh god his thousand yard stare after Mingjue kicks him down the stairs...

[lobsessed-fanl]

Au’s and Oc’s!

This will probably be a long post! And will probably be updated regularly!

Au’s!

Not written!

Gritina finds Akari during the red sky and turns her into a mini giritina. Akari finds home with Giritina and the distortion world.  Ingo and Rei fix the sky, but things still aren’t looking right.

Rei (Skyfaller in this one) was originally born in Univa. They later moved to Paldea. (Rei is Violet MC and Legends: Arceus MC). Suddenly, when he, Penny, Nemona, Arven, Kieran, and Carmine are in Area zero, he is transported to a strange land. How will his friends and pokemon react, when he disappears and when he returns? Especially considering he doesn’t remember them, or his past at all.

Emmet and Elesa were given a strange device. It seems to let them watch videos from some child’s extremely dangerous journey. Akari falls into Hisui and finds a way to video record what happens, hoping it would help with her memories. She doesn’t know that they are getting sent to some people a certain warden once knew.

After Akari’s exile, she gets adopted by Zoroarks and Zorua’s. Later she is deemed to be Lady Zoroarks warden. Eventually, Akari’s name doesn’t fit anymore and she changes it to Shou. Warden Shou starts a new life there, unrecognisable to others. The others keep looking for Akari, not realising she is right there the whole time. Arceus decides he needs someone else to fix the sky. Perhaps a parallel of a certain warden would work?

Ingo has been missing for four years when suddenly Emmet starts having strange dreams. He sees the perspective of a young girl, proclaimed as a hero he learned about in history class, but he can’t control what they do or say. He can only see what they see and feel what they feel. He tries to ignore it until he sees a familiar looking warden through the hero’s eyes.

(Pokemon Oc!) Hero is a person with one task. Save people. That is all they can remember. Not their name. Not their past. Or maybe they could remember their past, but through the centuries they’ve been alive it’s been blurred. Their Lucario stands by their side, along with golden silhouettes of the first noble pokemon. After all, when your title becomes your purpose and all you are, why not make it your name as well? Well, the life crisis’s can wait for now. They have a person they need to send home, and they don’t exactly have as much time as they do.

In the process of being written!

Golden Memories: After Ingo and Akari leave Hisui, everything about them begins to fade away. Even the memories of them. Will Rei be able to find out why and stop it before it is too late or will the future forget about two of Hisui’s greatest battlers and hero’s like the ground they walked on.

An ember marks the sign of safety!: After Akari gets extremely injured Arceus grants a blessing to heal her body. But in order for Arceus to heal her body he needs to take it. So while Arceus holds onto Akari’s body, she is given the temporary form of a cyndaquil. Her pokemon take it upon themselves to take care of her in this form. … but maybe they need a humans help when figuring out how little pups work. It’s jot like any of them took care of hatchlings, let alone injured one’s before.

Birthday for a faller: It’s Akari’s birthday! (Well, more like falling day, but who cares) The clans are working with the galaxy team to get something set up! Especially after they realized she couldn’t remember any of her’s!

Written!

Blue hues, sparkling in the snow: Akari is exiled from Jubilife, and is not allowed help on the excuse that it could cause war. Volo is insistent that he has a place for her to stay, but she doesn’t truly trust him. She gets past the lake trials alone. Fights, quells, and catches Palkia, Dialga and Giratina. (Volo was too slow). But as she walks down the other side of the mountain while the sky clears, exhausted from the fights, she unknowingly walks into the territory of an Alpha Garchomp. Well, now there are some Zorua’s that seem to be nice. Huh.

Rei’s gossip train: Rei is a little gossip. Some love it and some hate it. Today Kamado is going to understand why people hate it. On a completely definitely unrelated note, Kamado is balding.

From beach to beach: Akari goes to Sinnoh’s temple for the last time. She gets a quest to go to Paldea. She awakes at a beach, meeting a person a little too eager to battle her. And a little grass cat joins her on this new journey. (The start of a larger story.)

A magical messenger: Akari was given a special ability, to be able to travel to the future, for 5 hours once a week. She had decided to use this to be able to give Warden Ingo’s “Man In White” messages from Ingo. But how will the man in white react to this? Who knows. But the almighty gave her the ability to know where his house is. And Ice cream is awesome. ——Emmet has been receiving some weird letters. They look like verrry old letters and have a weird stamp. They seem to be addressed to a man in white, and from. Warden Ingo? Well that is a weird coincidence, right? Ingo? A warden? What even is a warden? And who is delivering these messages?

Take a break beloved fallers: In Sinnoh (Hisui) 1678, a hero completes her quest. Now she and her dad can go home. In Unova 2023, two gym leaders and a subway boss waits for someone in black. There is a light on a broken temple. There is a light in the middle of a tunnel. These things are connected.

Breaking Point Akari becomes slightly possessed by Arceus after catching Palkia and Dialga. She becomes frenzied, and so does her pokemon. How do the clans and jubilife solve this? They need to think about how she did the same for the nobles, and perhaps some help from some people Ingo once knew. (Idea from nell0-0’s arkarius au on tumblr. Check them out! It’s super cool. Love their art.)

OC’s

-Pokemon!-

Hero: Legendary hero of Hisui. Immortal. Can be visible/in human form or be invisible/in ghost form. 6ft tall. 17??. Has a Lucario always by his side. Always wears a Lucario mask. Cryptic. No one except for the protag usually see’s them. Gender fluid/ doesn’t care about gender or pronouns. Call them what you want. Pokemon fear them, and even alphas know better than to attack him. Can understand pokemon now. Light greyish brownish hair that is in a long braid. Wears a tunic that looks like a mixture of the old Pearl and Diamond clan tunic, along with a torn up red cape. Can summon the original noble pokemon. Has Arceus’s blessing.

Pan Pan! My self insert, kinda. Not quite though. She is in all the games I have. Aka, (in order) Pokemon Violet, pokemon legends Arceus, Pokemon snap, and pokemon sword. She has purple, shoulder length hair that is wavey. Very friendly and caring towards others. Forgiving, but never forgets. Catches WAY too many pokemon. A jack of all trades, master of a few.

[pocketramblr]

I want to know how all might reacts to reincarnated afo!aizawa

Like I think All Might would understand that Aizawa doesn't remember his villainous past, and has essentially been reborn, but the fact that afo somehow managed to get away with it (in a matter of speaking at least) must be like one of those forbidden itches from another dimension: forever vexing him

So All Might doesnt find out about this until Aizawa goes to him himself a few months after the worst of it, which is important because the reaction is defintely something that would vary based on when and how he learned it.

As it is, Aizawa goes to Might Tower and is like "Hey, I'm a UA student, Nedzu emailed All Might and said why he needed to see me, if he hasn't checked it tell him its about All For One." and is quickly sent up to talk. All Might is confused about the why- this kid is like, sixteen, AfO could have been dead before he was born.

But then Aizawa sighs, and says "I was born on the day you killed All For One," which means he knows way more information than he should, and All Might listens even when the kid immediately seems to go off topic by explaining that he's always wanted to be a hero, even though erasure is a weak quirk, and he knew he wouldn't be able to be a hero like All Might. Then he gets to the Garvey fight, and very quietly says that when he tried to erase the villain, he stole one of his quirks instead. All Might looks at the boy's palms, and sees.

But he doesn't quite see the truth yet.

"You're All For One's son." He breathes.

Shouta shakes his head. "No. Worse. I was born the day you killed him, right? Well, the hospital I was born at, there was a doctor that worked for AfO. Tried to save his life. Couldn't. So AfO ordered him to grab a baby, and transfered his quirk... to me." All Might relaxes, because that is tragic, but easier to deal with- "And then, I guess, they lost me? Not sure, but um, after Gravey, i went to the hospital and the Doctor kept messing with me. He was giving me more of All For One's quirks... and his memories. And i- it was so stupid, I went in there alone, and now... it's all there. in me."

All Might is no longer relaxed. He stares at the kid. Miserable, Aizawa holds out a hand, and a spike shoots out from it. One All Might remembers going into his chest, and he flinches.

Aizawa puts his hand down.

"I can't figure it out."

"Can't figure what out?" All Might asks.

"I can't figure out if I'm more me or more him now. I mean, I feel like I'm in charge. But he's been alive a lot longer, even if so much of those memories a blur. And, logically, even if he isn't in my head, his memories have to affect me. I mean, i knew going alone was stupid, but all those memories of his power, his pride, i ignored it and went anyway. I can't figure out what it means to know all of this now, who I am or what I should do."

All Might nods. He feels such pity for the boy, such grief he didn't prevent this. caused it, even, really. "And you came to me?"

"Yeah. You're the person alive who's known All For One the longest, except Gran Torino and I didn't know how to find him." The teen shrugs. "You'd be the one to know if he's... you know, if i'm him. You'd be the one to stop him."

All Might stares at him, not moving, not speaking. Aizawa beings to twitch despite himself.

"You trusted me to fix this." He finally says. "Yeah, there's no way in hell All For One's in charge of your brain then. You're safe, kid. You might have the memories, but i take it you hate the guy in them?"

"More than anything. You're sure? It makes sense that i could be influenced-"

"Young Aizawa. You're safe. I am sure. And if that changes, i'll make sure to help you. I am here."

Aizawa goes nearly boneless on the couch. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm guessing you'd feel better if you were doing something about it, though?"

"Huh?"

"You're a hero. You feel better when you're doing something."

"Yeah. What do you have in mind?"

"Let's see if any of your new old memories can help us weed out anyone else who could be planning something like the Doctor was, and then come up with some plans to use all those quirks in you now for good."

Aizawa smiles for the first time in weeks. It is a terrifying smile, but it is absolutely nothing like All For One's too-calculated smirk. All Might smiles back.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Almost posted the wrong chapter lmao -Danny Words: 2,207 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Fix Me Up' -by Fin Argus & Sabrina Carpenter

III: I Have a Resting Bitch Face but I'm Far From Rested

When Annabeth and Percy aren't cuddly on the fire escape, Ara goes there to think. And that's what she does the moment they come back from the quest, she doesn't overwhelm herself with plans or ideas for the next part of the mission, this is Percy's quest, after all, she's just making sure he survives it.

Percy climbs into the fire escape and sits down, handing her a blue cookie—a peace offering. Ara eats half of it in one huge bite. "I was terrible."

Percy sighs. "You were eight, Birdy. I don't hold it against you."

"Bet you hadn't missed that, huh?" She says with bitter humor.

"What do you mean?"

"The way I acted today," she explains. "That's how I used to be when we were kids. You, dragging me through every crisis, and me crying nonstop. I couldn't keep it together."

He shrugs. "I didn't hate having her back, she's adorable."

Ara looks away in annoyance. "I'm cranky, Nemo. Don't talk to me."

"Well, when can I?" He asks in an exasperation. "You're always cranky. You know you can't fool me, right? I know you're not okay."

She shakes her head. "Listen... Hebe's place messed me up. I don't wanna talk about it, can we please just..."

He crosses his arms. "Look, you're crazy strong and that will take you to great places in life, there's no doubt about it. I'll be there, backing you up... But right now, you gotta get in the right mindset. This isn't camp, here you're just my sister."

She sulks. "I'm trying my best, Percy. I go on missions, I work on bettering the camp, and it doesn't work... It's not about not knowing the difference between home and camp, I... I miss him no matter where I'm standing." At her admittance, Ara stuffs her mouth with the last half of the cookie. 

Percy leans against the brick wall and sighs. "I know. It stings that no one can help with that when you do so much for all of us, but overworking when you're awake and then sleeping the rest of your time won't fix anything. Is this how you've always made things work?"

"No," she responds hoarsely. "But all this time I thought I'd built my own path, without knowing that I was destined to it since I was born. What kind of merit is in that?"

"None of that," he frowns. "You're in a bad mood because of Leo, fine. That's understandable. But you won't question your power. You always come through. You're the hero of our time, Birdy."

"Well, that's exactly the problem," Ara insists. "I—"

"Hey," their mother's voice cuts through their conversation.

"You need a hand?" Percy asks promptly when Sally starts to climb in.

"I'm fine," she sits between them. "It just looked like you two could use some motherly company." Her adoptive mother pulls her in gently, running her fingers through Ara's choppy hair. 

Sally Jackson isn't Ara's real mother, but Aphrodite isn't Sally Jackson. Every time Ara interacts with the goddess, it feels like the lady thinks Ara's fine simply because she's young, pretty, and in love. Sally knows Ara is far from okay because she's young, pretty, in love, and isolated.

Percy eases his mother into the conversation. "What was I like when I was little?"

"Why do you ask?"

"We turned eight years old today." 

Percy explains their quest at Heebie Jeebies. They don't tend to be explicit when telling their mother about their adventures, but this time, he is. "You got through it," Sally says, sounding surprisingly calm. "You always do."

"I guess..." Percy replies with a tense voice. "But it was like all our progress, all those years of getting older and learning how to survive... Hebe took it away with a snap of her fingers. I was a helpless little kid again."

Ara nods while still holding onto her mother. "You two are a lot of things, but helpless isn't one of them," she holds the boy's shoulder. "When you were little... whenever you got scared, you might back away for a second, but then you would march right up to whatever was scaring you. You'd stare it down until it went away, or until you understood it. Thinking about you as a toddler makes me feel..."

"Sick to your stomach?"

"It makes me feel hopeful," Sally chuckles. "You're still moving forward. You've grown into a fine young man—and young lady. I'm proud of you two. It's also okay to doubt yourself," their mom continues, patting the girl's head. "That's completely normal."

"Even for demigods?"

"Especially for them." Sally hugs Percy with her free arm, kissing his temple. "Also, you need to wash the dishes."

Percy laughs. "All that buttering up just so we'll do our chores?"

"Not just. Now give me a hand, would you? Sitting down is easy. Getting up, not so much."

Ara talks before Percy can leave the room. "You got Algebra homework, right?"

He looks at her intrigued. "Yeah, what about it?"

"I want to join Goode's cheer squad."

Percy raises his brows in surprise. "That's cool. What's it got to do with my homework, though?"

"I'll help you with Algebra if you help me practice."

"Do I have to dance? I already humiliated myself enough for a day."

"No, just check I don't skip parts of the routine. I've got a video you can watch, so you can see the difference. Just twenty minutes every day for the rest of the week. Please?"

Percy grins. "You'll do my Algebra homework in exchange? Since when you're good at maths?"

"I said help—and Leo forced me to be better so I could help him on the ship, and he was a great teacher," She smiles a bit. "I can't promise I'll be okay in a week, or a month... Maybe only Leo can fix me, but I can try to enjoy my time here with all of you while I wait for him. I always wanted to be a cheerleader, the uniforms are cute."

Percy grins and shakes her hand. "Alright, deal."

"I'm here!" Ara rushes into the meeting. "Sorry, Mom was supposed to drive me here but she started to feel ill and then Dad didn't want to leave her alone so Percy drove me but he had to go to the farmer's market first—long story—Let's start this up! Jason!" The girl grabs her clipboard and reads through it.

The boy's not actually there but in Piper's house in California. Both of them lean closer to the iris message. "Er—all good, General?"

"Let's not go there," she dismisses his question. "Talk shrines."

Jason and Piper share a look. Piper's is clearly 'I told you so' and Jason's is a 'Shut up'. The boy sighs. "I keep having different gods telling me not to sit them next to deities they hate—if you could make a survey next solstice so the minor gods get their schist together..."

"Got it," Ara writes it down. "Piper?"

"No sign of Leo or Apollo anywhere," she says. 

"Reyna?"

"Same here," responds the girl, she and Frank are in a different Iris Message. "The Amazons are helping us scout the country, but we still haven't found them."

Ara does a pretty good job of hiding the despair in her voice. "Thank you for trying. Thalia?"

"Nothing," the girl replies. "But don't lose hope, Birdy. Leo's a smart guy, if there's anyone who can survive out there with no help, it's gotta be him."

Ara bites her tongue to stop herself from making a snarky comment about Leo having a very helpful goddess with him. "Thanks, Thalia. Moving on..."

They talk of some repairs needed around camp, and some conflicts between campers, none of it is good news, but Ara doesn't dwell on it. Handy work means not simmering in her unhappiness, and it's definitely better than preparing for war. When the meeting ends, Lily and Ara exit the Big House together. 

"Hey, you didn't write this," Ara scowls at her clipboard. "What's this about?"

"What?"

"Forges, 2 PM—but it's misspelled and looks like a..." she pauses, her heart dropping to her stomach. "A child wrote it."

"Is that a question, or...?"

Ara feels a wave of remorse. "I gotta handle this alone, Lils."

The girl senses her apprehension. "You sure?"

"Harley wrote this."

Lily's face matches Ara's. "I see. Meet you in thirty?"

"Make it forty."

"Ara..." Her friend seems at a loss for words. Everyone nowadays tries so hard to come up with something, anything that will make Ara's load lighter, but they always come out empty-handed. 

Only Leo would've known the right thing to say, the right type of hug to give her, and to try and fail would most certainly just hurt her deeper. It's like standing on thin ice. They can't fix her because they're missing the right tool.

"I'm fine," Ara says kindly, reaching for Lily's hand, thankful that she doesn't have empath's touch. "As fine as I can be, you know me." 

Lily hesitates, almost as if she wants to ask Do I? but settles for a brief nod.

When she enters the forges, there is steam coming from different points and the clamoring of metal hitting metal, sparks flying everywhere, and everyone's yelling. It's not quite like feeling at home, but Ara still feels rather cozy.

Nyssa announces her arrival. "Ara's here!" Then she lowers her voice with sympathy. "Try to go easy on our kiddo, will you?"

Harley arrives and clings to her camp shirt, tugging her forward. "I have an idea I need you to greenlight!"

Ara smiles down at the boy. "Hi, boss. Just a question—how did you manage to grab a hold of my clipboard without Lily noticing?"

"Lily leaves it on the porch's swing when she goes to the rec room to kiss Connor Stoll."

"Yikes." Ara smirks. "You're nosy."

"She's not careful," he grins back.

Harley is a well-loved son of Hephaestus, and it's obviously connected to the fact that he's the youngest, with only eight years of age, and the cutest smile. Ara's heart squeezes remembering how Leo himself was eight when he lost his mother. Heck, she was eight herself just a few days ago, and she was nowhere near as strong as this kid is! Harley isn't like they were, but she can't help looking at him and thinking of Leo, she has the biggest soft spot for this boy.

"I call this the Home-Beacon," the boy drags her to his workbench.

"Ah..." Ara examines the blueprints with curiosity. "What does it do?"

"Can't you tell?"

The girl glances at him and then back at the blueprints, something heavy crawling up her ribcage. "Is this meant for Leo?"

Harley bounces in place. "See those switches? You flick them and it'll start sending all kinds of signals—they're supposed to be strong enough to cover the whole country!"

The girl thinks her next words carefully. "Yes, but what does it do? How can it help him? Or us?"

Harley rolls his eyes. "Leo has Festus, right? You said Festus is permanently activated now, so as soon as Festus flies close enough to the country, he should pick up on the signal and follow it like breadcrumbs!"

"And what do you want from me?"

Harley pouts. "You don't sound excited about this. You don't think it'll work?"

Ara quickly puts on a big smile. "Oh, I'm in business mode, that's all! I'm taking this very seriously 'cause I wanna know how to help you!"

The boy beams, convinced by her act. "I want your permission! Nyssa says she'll let me try this if you say yes."

Nyssa doesn't think the Home-Beacon will work, then. Probably because they don't know if Leo is even alive after a whole month of silence. The counselor wants Ara to say no, to stop Harley... but hope is the one thing she still keeps close to her heart.

"Has the theory been perfected to a T?" She asks.

Harley frowns. "You don't do theory. You hate it."

Ara smirks. "Well, as a matter of fact, Leo taught me to love it. So we should follow his advice, don't you think? He'd be happy to know we did it right, step by step."

Harley ponders. "But that will take ages..."

"It's worth it. I promised your brother I'd wait for him, he can wait for us too."

The little boy pouts again. "So you're not giving me permission?"

Ara taps the blueprints. "Make a copy for me and I'll help you get it right. Once the theory works, then we can make some prototypes."

Harley hugs her with impressive strength for an eight-year-old. "You got it, General!"

Ara pats his curly hair with a soft smile on her face. "No problem, boss..." Harley hops onto his tall bench and immediately starts making copies of everything. Ara walks back to Nyssa's workspot and her smile drops. "I caved so fast..."

Her friend groans. "What did you tell him?"

"That I'll review his blueprints to make prototypes," she says sheepishly.

"Ara!" Nyssa whispers with concern. "That's bad!"

"It's better than to assume Leo is dead!" She exclaims. "Harley loves him so much, and he looks so much like Leo and I love Leo—"

"I don't want him to be dead either," Nyssa interrupts her. "But Harley is a kid, his ideas aren't all that logical yet—nor doable."

"This one is," Ara presses. "Sometimes thinking like a kid when our adult perspectives are running dry goes a long way, trust me," she holds the girl's shoulder. "I'm still your right-hand girl, aren't I?"

"We've told you already," Nyssa sighs. "You're way more than that, Birdy. You're family."

"I'll help," Ara's eyes shine with determination. "I won't let you down."

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YANDERE ROOK PLEASE?? HE WAS BORN TO BE YANDERE I SWEAR--

Writer' s corner: Ooh-- This is interesting actually! And you're right.. Rook as a yandere would be so cool!! Thank you for requesting, anon! I'm still so sorry if I'm answering this late!! Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix, so I can change it for you! I'm gonna make it as some headcanons with a gn!mc qwq♥ Thank you again and enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: GN!- THEY/THEM

Warnings: Yandere contents! stalking, kidnapping, obsession.. (I DON'T SUPPORT THIS KIND OF THINGS. THIS IS ONLY A DIFFERENT WAY OF SEEING THE CHARACTER)

⭐𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤⭐

⭐Rook Yandere...

⭐What an interesting choice, actually!

⭐Of course I can't say that you're wrong, anon, because you're not; Rook is definitely born to be a yandere indeed!

⭐It's said that he has a passion for beauty..

⭐He has a passion for uniquenesses..

⭐...for unusual and unique characteristics..

⭐He has a passion for mc..

⭐Rook has loved them since the first day his hunting eyes laid on their figure..

⭐..since the first time he met their eyes..

⭐..since the first time he saw their genuine and cute smile.

⭐This had been the moment Rook had chose his next prey..

⭐..But let's be honest here: he has never had a prey as beautiful as them..

⭐Only by seeing their movements, only by hearing their chuckle and voice.. only by smelling their scent...

⭐he could drown happily into their eyes..

⭐Rook would definitely stalk his sweet and innocent prey..

⭐He would follow them around, admiring each aspect of their beauty..

⭐From the moment they stretch their body when just awake, to the moment they sigh and lie down on their dorm's bed, closing their beautiful eyes and dozing off.

⭐If mc is from Pomefiore, it would be easier for Rook to reach them and to admire them in secret..

⭐..but he surely wouldn't let the difference of dorms be an obstacle to his love for mc... to his desire to see them..

⭐But Rook is also an hunter, mes amis..

⭐..this means he wouldn't tolerate if another hunter got into the path between him and his prey..

⭐Mc is his and only his.. no one else should dare to bring them away..

⭐Would mc notice Rook? Of course they would~ How couldn't they?

⭐Rook would stop them even for the most useless reasons, trying to speak to them, to smell their scent..

⭐Mc would even think that Rook is adorable and kind-hearted, especially at first!

⭐"Bonjour, mc~!! How are you today?.. Ooh.. you look so beautiful today!~♥"

⭐Yes.. it does sound quite obsessive..

⭐..But that's because Rook would be kinda obsessed by his sweet prey, by their features and beauty..

⭐I kinda headcanon him behaving like Ayano- like collecting stuff which were once owned by his crush...

⭐However of course Rook had already seen beautiful things in his life.. but none as beautiful as mc!

⭐He would be the perfect stalker but.. it doesn't mean that he wouldn't do anything to avoid that someone else approaches mc!..

⭐Would he confess his obsessive love? Only if he realized that he has to do something to keep mc's beauty only for himself..

⭐..He must do something.. he must be the only one to admire them..! It's not enough anymore to stare at them from afar..!

⭐He wants to stare at their beauty from nearby... he wants to be closer... to be the only one to caress their cheeks.. the only one to keep them closer against his chest..

⭐He wants to be the hunter winning over his prey.

⭐Would he kidnap mc? Probably.. but he'd do it delicately..

⭐He doesn't want to ruin their beauty after all..

⭐"Huh..? Why are you crying, mon amour?... Are you scared of me....~?.... Mon amour... crying could ruin your beauty... smile for your sweet and lovely hunter~ ahah..~!"

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Oh, I think about that all the time and that's why regardless of which fandom choose-your-own-adventure route they come up with for Mac, I know we're still getting that juicy angst~ And yeah I was talking about how in Shadow Play, Mac is shown next to SWK when he gets the peaches of immortality (which later turns into a bird, signifying the 72 transformations ability.) If that's legit and not symbolic of standing to the wayside or just for storytelling's sake then maybe Mac got a peach too, but he isn't 7 times completely immortal name-erased-from-the-Book-of-Life-and-Death. Which is interesting as it both contradicts and doesn't contradict JTTW. SWK erased the name of every monkey he knew. This never included the Six Earred One who dies in every version of the tale. "You wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality." "Everything I did was for us!" Fics write about Wukong making him immortal fully and then being baffled over how Mac died, and like. Same. Our newest theories are: Mac was never fully immortal, or he really was born from SWK's Shadow and the phrase "as the hero attained power, so too did his shadow" is a monkey see, monkey do, mirror me effect where the Trigram Furnace didn't burn SWK's immortality, it burned Mac's as whatever happens to him, happens with his shadow, or my personal favorite, SWK being the one to erase Mac's name from the book gave himself that authority over life and death. He essentially became the only person in the realms who could kill him.

We're going to get angst regardless, yeah, I would just like it to have a lot of weight to it, but that's personal preference. I like it when angst is like heavily rooted in something and can't be fixed easily. I'm hoping they've got some good plans for the shadowpeach fallout!

That's interesting...that is true about shadowplay... huh! That is true that Wukong didn't erase the name of the Six-eared Macaque in JTTW, but he also had no clue about him to erase his name. So you're correct!! There is some weird stuff they're doing here.

Ohhh, huh... hm! Okay, so I like the furnace affecting both of them and the whole "he's wukong's shadow" thing is also a favorite of mine. I would've gone that route personally if I wasn't so desperate to flesh Macaque out LMFAO

and OOO i like that the erasure of Macaque's name gave Wukong control....I like that idea the most, I think. Because what if Macaque found out about how Wukong has control over his life, and he doesn't like that and is scared about it? Or what if he's relieved because "I'm best friends with Wukong. He'd never hurt me. I'm basically immortal now!" and then Macaque is murdered anyway LMFAO

But I also like Wukong nor Macaque knowing until it's too late and Macaque is dead, so then he has to figure out how the hell that happened. There's so many ways you could go with this idea, and it's a great starting point for some great canon divergent AU's....

thanks for sharing about the fandom theories and everything! I'm not too deep into it because I like to interact sparingly, so I appreciate you providing that info!! This is some real interesting stuff... I'm hoping we get answers soon, but I also would be interested in reading people play around with what they could do to explain this part of their story!!

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AF2 Nova Chapter 10 (1/11): Duty and Honor

On the ship bound for Regalo, she stands alone on the deck watching the waves…

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Felicita: *sigh*…

Nova: So this is where you were

Felicita: Nova

Nova: You’ll catch a cold like this

Felicita: I wanted to get some air

Nova: …Then I’ll join you

Felicita: Huh?

Nova: I was worried since I couldn’t find you

Felicita: You…were looking for me?

Nova: We’re a couple, aren’t we?

Felicita: Nova…thank you

Nova: …What’s on your mind?

Felicita: Nothing really…I was just tired

>The wind is cold

(No Amore)

>It feels like something is waiting for us

(+10 Amore)

>Papa…

(+20 Amore)

Nova: They do say the sea is colder than on land

Felicita: You know a lot

Nova: …Liberta mentioned it before

Felicita: Oh really

Nova: It’s the perfect spot to clear your head

Felicita: ?

Nova: You wanted to be alone, so it’s better if I’m not here, right?

Felicita: That’s not true

Nova: But…

Felicita: I want you to stay… Is that okay?

Nova: …It never wouldn’t be

Nova: You wouldn’t give up no matter what it is

Felicita: !

Nova: And I won’t give up on anyone either. Since you taught me to think like that

Nova: It helped me move forward. Pessimism doesn’t get us anywhere…so don’t make that face

Felicita: Okay…!

Nova: Are you worried?

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: It’s like we’re being watched

Felicita: Huh?

Nova: You stood against something that terrifying without showing any fear

Nova: Whatever we’re told is the truth, there’s only one thing to do

Felicita: We save Papa

Nova: Right

Felicita: It’s hard to believe the sea could be so terrifying when it looks so beautiful now…

Nova: Yeah… But we avoided a tradegy thanks to you and Neve’s powers

Felicita: …

Nova: Something wrong?

Felicita: I can control the Wheel of Fortune’s powers now, but do we really need Arcana powers?

Felicita: It’s true that we saved Nordia from Acqua Tempesta with them

Felicita: But what do other people think of them?

Felicita: …Aren’t they strange?

Nova: It’s hard to say since we were born hosting Tarocco

Felicita: Nova…

Nova: But, I also wonder

Nova: If we really need Arcana powers…

Nova: But if let go of our Tarocco now, it’ll just make Papa suffer. I don’t want that

Felicita: Yeah… The Arcana Duello happened because in the background, the World card was taking Papa’s life force to sustain all the others

Nova: I’m sure we can fix that too

Nova: I’ll figure out a way

~*Flashback: Sera’s Room*~

Nova: What did you want to talk about, Sera?

Sera: The contract has been fulfilled

Nova: So…

Sera: What do you want to ask?

Nova: Tell me everything you know about what happened between Papa and Vir

Sera: They formed some sort of contract

Nova: I knew it…

Nova: Over what?

Sera: I don’t know that much

Nova: Papa…

Sera: Are you that worried?

Nova: Obviously

Sera: Why?

Nova: Why wouldn’t I?

Sera: What is Mondo to you?

Sera: You’re just bound by contract, like I was to Vir, right?

Nova: No!! I greatly respect Papa

Sera: You respect him…? More than your parents?

Nova: …Yes

Sera: You would even if you lost the Tarocco that ties your Family together?

Nova: That doesn’t matter

Sera: Even if he never tells you anything?

Nova: …

Sera: Looks like you have doubts

Nova: …I just believe in Papa

Sera: …Okay. Then be careful around Vir

Nova: Alright

Sera: He was other reasons for going to Regalo too

Nova: What reasons?

Sera: I have no idea

Sera: But he wouldn’t act unless it was to his own benefit

Nova: I know

~*End Flashback*~

Nova: I think we have to change

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: We don’t know everything about the Wheel of Fortune’s powers. And there’s nothing good about my Death either

Nova: I think it’s time we seriously reconsidered our use of Arcana powers

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: That’s why I know I have change. For…your sake too…

Felicita: I know how you feel. But you shouldn’t decide that on your own

Nova: …

Felicita: I want to be with you, but you always feel so far away…

Felicita: …!

Nova: You’re worried because I don’t talk to you enough

Felicita: You always keep things to yourself, and it worries me

Nova: Alright, I’ll tell you how I feel, so listen closely

Felicita: !

Nova: From the beginning, I’ve only had eyes for you

Felicita: The beginning…?

Nova: From when we first met

Felicita: Huh…

Nova: Is it that suprising?

Felicita: Well…

Nova: The ones who taught me how to love where Papa, Mama…and you

Nova: So you don’t need to worry. I could never leave you

Nova: Besides, I’m the one who’s actually worried

Felicita: Why?

Nova: Before, you and Sera were just talking. But I got annoyed for no reason and took it out on you

Nova: I’ve never felt that way before, or ever done something like that

Felicita: It’s alright. You don’t need to worry about that

Nova: Sorry. I was just jealous

Felicita: And you’re the only one I want to be with anyway

Nova: Felicita…

Nova: I know I have to change to be better for you

>We’re worried about the same things

(+10 Amore)

>We’ll be fine if we’re together

(+20 Amore)

>We’ll always be together

(No Amore)

Nova: Worried?

Felicita: I also worry about whether you’d ever hate me

Nova: That I would…?

Felicita: You never know

Nova: …Tell me if you ever feel that way. I’ll stay with you as long as it takes

Nova: Where does your confidence come from?

Felicita: Because I know there’s nothing we can’t do together

Nova: If you say so, then we’ll be fine. And I’ll be glad if I can actually change

Nova: Always?

Felicita: …What is it?

Felicita: Nova…?

Nova: Oh, it’s nothing

Nova: But even if I a time comes when I can’t be with you, just know that I’ll always care deeply

Felicita: That’s odd of you to say. Where’d that come from?

Nova: Didn’t I tell you before? We never know what could happen

Felicita: True, but…

Nova: I feel lost sometimes. About whether or not I’m sharing more with you than I should

Felicita: Why?

Nova: Because if I ever couldn’t be with you, if I shared my feelings too much, they might end up tying you down

Nova: If I’m ever not around, I’d still want you to be happy

Felicita: But, you’re not going anywhere?

Nova: …Right

Felicita: Nova…?

Felicita: !

Nova: But since we don’t know what could happen, I thought I should tell you exactly how I feel

Nova: Whatever happens, I’m always thinking of you

Nova: Just don’t forget that

Felicita: Okay

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Common Route January 14)

(Back to Directory)

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Pelham Astor Chapter 1 [Part 1]

Region: Dunelands

Starter Town Name: Dunewell

This company my Father created has existed before I was born…

He said he made it to provide people with what they need.

He said I would inherit it one day.

So could continue providing for the people.

The Chapter first starts up as Pelham is looking over Dunewell from a higher up place.

Pelham: “As always this town thrives.”

Pelham: “My family does it’s best to help the towns.”

Pelham: “As it’s next heir I will not let them down!”

???: “There you are, Pelham.”

Pelham looks to where the voice is coming from to see her Brother Edgar.

Pelham: “Edgar! You don’t usually come up here.”

Edgar: “Father requires you. He’s back at the mansion.” 

Edgar: “Apparently there is a problem he needs you to fix.”

Pelham: “Oh what kind of problem?”

Edgar: “No idea. He wouldn’t say.”

Pelham raises her arm up towards the sky cheerfully.

Pelham: “Well don’t worry Edgar I’ll solve this problem quickly!”

Pelham: “Oh and thank you Edgar!”

Pelham rushes past Edgar and heads off.

Edgar:”...”

Edgar: “Tch.”

Edgar: “Always you…Always…”

Pelham then heads off towards the mansion.

But before that she notices a child trying to sell some cloth.

So as a Merchant she takes interest in the cloth. And buys it from the child using her Day Action Purchase.

After buying the piece of cloth she continues her way to the mansion to greet her Father.

Pelham: “Father! Edgar said you needed me for something.”

Edwin: “Ah. Pelham my sweet girl you’re finally here.”

Edwin: “And yes. We do have a problem. It’s very unfortunate…”

Pelham: “Well what could it be?”

Edwin: “As you know our company provides so much for the Towns it resides in.”

Edwin: “But sometimes. Selfish people are unfortunately living within these Towns.”

Edwin: “And they decide to not pay us back.”

Pelham: “Huh? Why?

Edwin: “As I said they’re selfish.”

Edwin: “They think they can just live life here without paying back what they owe us.”

Edwin: “Don’t you think those people should be taught to not take from us?”

Edwin: “After all we’ve done so much for them. And this behavior is unacceptable.”

Edwin: “As the future heir of the company.You must make an example of them.”

Edwin: “To make sure they never do this again.”

Pelham: “Hmm I see.”

Pelham: “Alright Father! I’ll get to it right away!”

Edwin: “As expected of my Daughter.”

Edwin: “They’re located far west of Dunewell. Show them the fairness of our company.��

Pelham: “Of course Father.”

Pelham then heads off far west of Dunewell.

Pelham: “This is the place.”

Pelham: “Hmm. Well I’ll knock first, maybe we can just talk this out.”

*Knock* *Knock*

Pelham: “Hellloo! I’m here to collect the payment you owe Astor Company!”

There was no response.

Pelham: “Ahem! Hellllooo! Do not hear me!? Or…Wait, are they even home?”

Pelham stepped away from the door and thought for a moment.

Pelham: “Could they have run off?”

Harsh footsteps head towards her as she grabs for her spear blocking what was going to hit her.

???:Hmhp. 

Pelham: “HEY WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM YOU TRIED TO STAB ME!?”

???: “My problem… MY PROBLEM!? MY PROBLEM IS YOU AND THAT ASTOR COMPANY!

Pelham: “Me and Astor Company? What do you have against them? I mean we provide many Towns with products to help them.”

???: “Trying to pretend you’re doing the right thing? I won’t let you take the leaves my Family needs.”

Then a fight happens between the man and Pelham.

After the fight.

???: “N-No…”

Pelham: “There! Now tell me what’s your problem with me and Astor Company?”

???: “I told you. It’s all your fault and that stupid company.

???: “All that overpricing. The large amounts of taxes… And those faulty products…”

???: “Do you really think that’s ok?”

Pelham: “Faulty products…? Overpricing…? Large amounts of taxes…? I thought they were all correct.”

???: “A-Are you serious!?”

Pelham: “Um…Yes.”

Pelham: “When I sold them I just went along with what Father told me. He said that these prices were all fair and that’s just what the products look like.”

???: “Have you ever sold anything without your Father telling you the price for it? Or what you were selling.”

Pelham: “No I just went along with what my Father said.”

???: “...”

???: “Tch.”

???: “What kind of Merchant even are you?”

Pelham: “Um what?”

???: “I asked what kind of Merchant even are you!?”

???: “You just went along with everything and didn’t even question it!?”

???: “A real Merchant wouldn’t be doing this!”

Pelham: “I…”

???: “How is this even happening…”

Pelham: “...I’m sorry…I didn’t know…”

???: “Think an apology will fix this?”

Pelham: “No. But I want to help.”

Pelham: “(But what should I do? I don’t think Father will be easily convinced.)”

Pelham: (But…That doesn’t matter, I will confront him right now.”

???: “...Fine.”

Pelham: “Huh?”

???: “If you’re really willing to help then I’ll help you.”

Pelham: “Thank you. We’ll go talk to my Father. Even if he isn’t convinced I’ll make him listen to us!”

???: “I guess that could be a start.”

Pelham: “Say I didn’t catch your name.”

???: “Call me Dusty.”

And Dusty joined the Party. He uses a Dagger as a weapon

Then Pelham and Dusty head back to the mansion. But after they left Edgar walked out from where he was hiding.

Edgar: “Oh how interesting Pelham. Hehe.”

At the mansion Pelham opened the doors.

Pelham: “Father is most likely at his desk working.”

Dusty: “You certainly live in a big place.”

Pelham: “Yeah but I do spend most of my time outside with sales.”

Dusty: “I see.”

Pelham: “But let’s waste no time.”

They head over to Edwin’s room.

Pelham: “Father. Hello?”

No answer.

Pelham looks around to see the room is empty.

Pelham: “He’s not here.”

Pelham sighs.

Pelham: “Well that just ruins things.”

Dusty: “He has to be somewhere right?”

???: “Miss Pelham.”

Pelham and Dusty turn to see one of the workers.

Worker: “What are you doing in Mr Astor’s room?”

Pelham: “Oh we were searching for him. Any ideas where he is?”

Worker: “I do but…”

Worker held out his hand.

Worker: “It’s fair you owe me something for this information right Miss Pelham?”

Pelham: “...I guess…”

Dusty: “Greedy worker.”

Worker: “Well?”

[End of Part 1 here next part will be posted a bit after.]

[solitvrs]

It’s not exactly finesse that she encapsulates — Gaya is a mannerism entirely of her own, special breeds born only under the most peculiar of circumstances. It’s some years of conditioning within similar constructs, molds that attempted to package them into pretty little products. She is the result of the genes that make her and he is also the abandonment of the same. A force to be reckoned with, he thinks, as heels click against the floors, seemingly emphasizing her existence from a start that had begun by shunning it. 

Lips curl. Ridiculous… in all the best ways, he makes the wordless declaration. It’s a compliment really, while fists round out against his body with the same force as usual yet a measure more playful. He responds to the gesture by teetering momentarily in his stance only to root himself for effect. “Ah… too soon to assume you’d outgrow these things, huh?” There’s a nod that follows, seemingly content in his fate. “You know, you’ll want to hug me one of these days,,” he begins, the idea already inspiring humor in the lines of his face. “What should I do then? That’s when I should make my escape, right?” 

Jinwoo’s taken these exact same steps before — an offer, a declaration, a challenge. He predicts Gaya’s intentions just by the way she moves, witnessing the sparks that fly from her fingertips as it comes electric to his own. The plume of anticipation grows between them; two hungry, adrenaline-seeking souls buzzing in their withdrawals, looking for their next fix. The gallery comes as a labyrinth easily maneuvered by the one who masters it and he doesn’t trail far behind. And finally, when they’re thrown into the whims of the night, does he find exactly what seems to draw the line of her nose just a tad bit upwards, those telltale signs of pride and pleasure. 

He is perceptive to her tastes — he jokes that sometimes, they’d be able to body swap with little consequence. So maybe if she were to pull up the security cameras would she find that earlier, his gaze also wandered temptingly across the body of her car, admiring the choice in brand and trim, assumptions made in where she was receiving her service. It’s a smirk that’s clear and she hardly needs to explain herself; he understands simply because he’s wrapped around his own until he accepts her challenge by disappearing within. Leather grows under the rough flesh of his hands, both cars now humming with delight. They’re cold, hard metal skeletons vibrating to life as they pull forward, this city of industrialization sprawling before them as though it was theirs for the taking.

And take it, they do.

Their playground; the rules don’t apply to them. A thumbprint on society, and him, a ghost, their identities spilling in and out of a container that fails to restrict. The sight of smoke comes first before the scent of burning rubber comes second as he throws all caution to the wind. It flickers, ignites into a full blaze behind his eyes and there’s nothing else in his sight — images of long stretches of pavement spotted with the occasional golden glow of a street lamp, skyscrapers sinking their teeth deep into the sky nothing but a glorious backdrop to it all. There’s a question as to why he was even here in the first place; existential in nature, it often makes him brood. But in these moments does he find life breathing fresh into his lungs, temporary thrills and adrenaline causing joyful lapses in memory. 

He takes the lead, but not for long — Jinwoo’s a degree more seasoned, yet she’s a different kind of dose of willful and blatant disregard. It’s in his rearview mirror that he catches glimpses of her gaining steadily on him as he taps the brakes teasingly, turning and weaving to block her from passing before giving in. “Yeah! I’m getting bored of kicking your ass, Choi Soojung!” His voice whips out of the window just as fast as the wind does within, biting and reviving him with its sharp chill all at the same time. And it’s with that does he hit the pedal and pulls further away, the rev of his engine nearly visible and chaotic in the air.

To peg him a gentleman would be uncharacteristic — to let Gaya win, even more so. To call her out on her bullshit, he had never held back. Nor did he ever play the hand she’d expect, throwing out rock against her scissors, flicking her forehead with very little refrain. But it wasn’t as though the trade wasn’t even. She was a terrible competitor in the fact that he simply did not win enough, an unfortunately worthy opponent who ultimately sharpened him like a knife against steel. Somehow, he has a lot to thank her for and leaves her in all his dust to express the sentiment. Because he also knows her well enough that victories are earned whether she likes it or not and to challenge him against the road… all he can say is that she does well. A little too well.

Tires spin slowly as he pulls in, Gaya, he assumes, is somewhere behind. Pride clings to him like the grains of rice she’d pick off his face when they were kids, never fully understanding what her expression held until they were much older. He half-expects it to make its appearance as he exits with a smile that refuses to falter, as though plastered against his face in a perpetual state of glory. He’s ready to offer some remorse in the form of a shrug of his shoulders, a handshake to congratulate her in her valiant effort? But he’s met with nothing but the low, musical hum emanating from a nearby jazz cafe, traffic now populating a busier side to the city. A woman’s voice sounds nearby and catches his attention, deepening his hands into pockets as he waits. 

'That far behind, huh? You didn’t get lost on the way, did you?'

A laughter echoes in the emptiness and the whiteness of the walls. Mental institution, he said. Of all responses, it somehow was the dearest to her. The press would cover her name in a praise while the bourgeoisie of Seoul would bow down to her, art afficionados throwing, aligning millions of wons to hang in their livingroom a piece of Gaya’s piece of Genius. The adopted firmly believed it was the reputation of the Choi family that gave her that notoriety she did not ask for. Perhaps even in her art she knew how to play the part, an art to suit her heiress character and not the real essence of her core - or else she would turn the dropplets of blood Jinwoo sees as mirages on her skin into a canvas.  “Good thing the ward policy is to encourage psych mates to visit each other for playtime hmm?” The woman answers with the same amusement by the corner of her eye, returning the compliment in a way. 

Her eyebrow then arches slightly at his line. “Daaamn. From sweats to actual pants, look at you being a whole success story.” She comments with her gaze moving from up to down on his attire, he is dashing indeed compared to these old times where they would wear rags - not out of poverty but out of lack of style - kicking around, covered in either motor grease or dirt. Of course it is in her character to pretend she wouldn’t be too sensitive to it, yet, perhaps she is. Looking like this side to side - they did come a long way after all. “Haaah.” She exclaims then at him questioning about her tendency to punch and push him. “You do know it’s my way to express Gratitude, when you gift me something cool for my sweet thirty I might actually stab you out of love and care.”  Gaya adds this time pushing him again but a little more in a playful act, there was this bantering boyish ways to her despite her atire of Yves Saint Laurent and Jacquemus, a side that is naturally coming out raising when they were together. Her head then gives a firm single nod. “My style? Scotch and cigars then. You know I would kill for that right fucking now, that’s how long my day have been. Wanna hear about yours too. Come on let’s go, I passed by Black Fang’s garage last night for a little bit of grease, she is purring like a cat in heat.” She finally speaks, leading him out the room, grabbing her keys and leather jacket on their way out.

The one purring like a cat in heat is her ride - parked in the back of the gallery where Jinwoo parked as well as he is familiar with the premises, it is safer for their vehicles waiting side to side that of course are among the finest. Based on Jinwoo’s occupation, speed is needed, as for Gaya it’s always been her love for mechanics and adrenaline, and to finally own something big and fast and snazzy. Audi was always her choice, and so once outside, she climbed in, leather gloves on : one firm around the stick, the other grabbing the wheel, window rolled down to keep an eye on Jinwoo inside his own. The painter is throwing her hair in the back, stretching her neck on purpose in dramatics as she is more than ready to the race him up to the bar. “Ready to get your ass kicked Jo?” She throws with her usual confidence from her position, pride smirk on her lips, head still orientated to the side. The high gates are unlocking in front of their eyes, offering the roads to the two of them. As soon as it would be fully open, it’s a Go. Her heel is pressing down the accelerator causing the motor to roar.  

The gates are open.

GO.

The cars start running in screeching tires in the core of the cold night. Jinwoo is good at what he does, while her, it’s the recklessness that’s making her this agile perhaps, slaloming in between the cars on her path, without never losing a sight on Jinwoo’s one while the city lights are moving at high speed around them. Her tires are screeching and wincing as he’s going a little faster than her and so she speeds up again now that the streets get a little more clear in the area they’re entering. “NOW NOW, YOU’RE FALLING ASLEEP OVER THERE?!” She yelled along with a wide grin and her wide open raven eyes that meet with his the moment their vehicles are side to side. 

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022):  episode 5,  a vile hunger for your hammering heart. tw:  murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.

* i can't die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it's a kill list in a teenager's handwriting.

* i'm trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they'll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don't look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he's an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn't ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn't find the corroboration you're seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i'd do, but you've cut my hands off.

* don't do that, it's private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn't hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i've read some passages out loud, i'm afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one's ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i'm never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it's always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there's a maniac on the loose.

* don't be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that's my daughter's room!

* oh, i'm getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood... and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you're not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won't, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i've been entertaining myself.

* i'll kill her soon.

* don't run off...

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i'd have a handsome husband by now, or he'd be plain with a good disposition. that'd be fine too. i'd be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i'd go to church... you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? "it all happened so fast", "i was trying to save you"... "all vampires are born out of trauma."

* poor dear. she wasn't held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won't matter what your intentions are... it's the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won't have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note... unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles...

* we should dismantle her room.

* she'll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl... i'm talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you're not allowed in there.

* i don't talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you're coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what's your next move, you think?

* you're not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert's style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking...

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i've ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you're listening. i sit there thinking "light yourself on fire, see if he'll notice."

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it's your fault she's gone. if you hadn't pushed her...

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn't have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain't like that, he's more like a dad.

* oh, now there's three of us.

* got me wondering what it'd be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don't kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out... did she tear them out? didn't seem like something she would do...

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you're shovelling my way.

* don't ask again.

* it could be her, but i'm the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...

* hello? oh, sorry... no, it's good to hear your voice.

* we're headed north... crash cleaned us out. and don't offer, 'cause i'm not asking.

* you look good.

* don't need that either, (name). or... whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so... this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i've come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn't right in my head... i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you're going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i've read is lies, then tell me what's true.

* seven years and what's changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious... oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that's it, keep 'em scared. that's his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don't stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you're just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let's be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper... i never once harmed you.

* let him go... he didn't do nothing. it's me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it... i'm never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips... your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

* anything for you.

[queentheweeb]

Monoma X Blind, Deaf Female Reader X Shinso

A/N: You're basically Helen Keller

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It was already an issue when you were born blind. You didn't mind it per se but, you did grow jealous when you heard children speaking about how pretty someone was or how bright of color that piece of clothing was. The bullying didn't help and then when your quirk manifested it was hard to make it work. You couldn't describe what it looked like but you were able to feel and hear it. Your mom has a telepathy quirk and your dad has a mind-reading quirk, low and beholds you got both. You practiced your quirk on your own accepting the fact that you will never go to a hero school with your disability. Then as if the devil was working overtime when you were 10 you got in a car accident that made you go deaf. Your ears could have been fixed but, implants were way out of your parent's price range so now you were subjected to a very quiet and dark world. Well, it was quiet until your mind-reading quirk went out of control and you heard everything that the bullies or people in general thought.

"Why is the freak always in the way"

"It makes it so much easier to say shit knowing she can't hear"

"Hah! She's so pathetic. How can you even function without hearing and seeing."

"I'm surprised she hasn't killed herself yet."

"She can't even tell the teachers who are doing this to her! This is amazing. We all can do whatever we want to her!"

Now just because you couldn't hear and see doesn't mean you were impaired everywhere else. You were able to sense when someone was near you or when someone was staring at you and about to do something. Due to your reflexes, you were able to avoid milk and food thrown on you and everything else in between. It was a sad way to live and you thought about killing yourself more than once. You didn't though because you wanted to live and be productive in life despite the challenges that were thrown at you.

"She's going to get hurt" The voice was relatively close and it was a smooth baritone. Warm and soft. You were jealous of whoever that person was. All of a sudden you felt a hand grab your arm and jerk you out of the way. You turned hoping you were facing whoever tugged on you.

"Are you okay?" "Can she understand me?" It's a good thing you had a mind-reading quirk and were taught to speak before you went deaf.

"I have a mind-reading quirk but I am both blind and deaf." You can only pray that your words didn't slur too much. You went to walk away but felt a tug on your arm again and you supposed it was the same person from before

"My name is Shinsou, what's yours?" Shinsou huh? That had a nice ring to it

"My name is L/N, it's nice to meet you Shinsou." Your hackles were lowered instantly finding comfort in the first person who has ever stuck up for you and was actually trying to communicate with you. It was a nice change 

"I know you can't see or hear but my friend Monoma is beating up the bullies. He's on his way over right now" Now you just felt guilty. It was one thing to be a bother because of your disabilities but now some guy you don't know could possibly get suspended 

"Is he going to get in trouble?" You couldn't hear or see anything but you sensed a second person unaware of the quick conversation that transpired between the two of them.

"Hey Y/N my name is Monoma. My friend here told me about your quirk and I think it's great!" You froze at what came out of his mouth. He thought your quirk was great?

"You don't care that I am blind and deaf?" You hoped this wasn't some damn trick. You hated tricks 

"I understand that life hasn't been nice to you but I promise that I and Shinsou won't hurt you. Everyone deserves a friend in life." You don't know what compelled you. Maybe the strain of your disabilities. The lack of social contact but you reached out for their hands happy when you felt them grab yours and you started walking. You felt your walking cane get pulled from under your arm 

"I'll hold it for you and while we walk let's talk-er think?"  You let out a giggle figuring that this wasn't going to be too bad after all.

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This was a difficult chapter to write.

[the-warmesthello]

barb

putting a tw at the beginning of this because i probably should. tw for religious trauma (including some mormon terminology), mention of fungi, homophobia (including derogatory use of the word queer), dysfunctional parenting, grief/mourning, alcoholism, bad mental health times all round, some tough parts of the therapeutic process

really i didn't expect this to get heavy part way through so if you want to skip the worst bit (aftermath of the banana incident), it's most of the next rb. :)

(btw i am nevermo, correct me if i got something wrong)

born on the 21st of december, 1934 in provo, utah

was raised in the latter day saints

had a keen interest in chemistry from the time she could express it, but because sciences were discouraged for the girls in her family, learned mostly about the science in domestic work

amazing baker, had the exact ratios for each ingredient memorised by the time she started school

became fascinated by fermentation and saw the scoby and starters as her pets, watching them make bubbles for hours on end

learned the old burning-things-with-a-magnifying-glass trick, but only used it for leaves because the ants didn't deserve that

one time when she was 6, she made chloroform out of cleaning chemicals, put it in a glass bottle, and smashed it in front of her bullies to see what would happen

(she got in trouble for that)

(worth it)

just before school started, her parents noticed that she would always hold books very close to her face, amongst other things, and when they took her to the doctor she became the proud owner of some incredibly nifty glasses, if she did say so herself

only had one friend in school, alma merrill, who she thought was kind and funny and beautiful and...

just the greatest

even though she didn't understand what barb meant when she talked about exothermic reactions, she'd still sit there and nod along, and she had so many exciting things to say in return even though it wasn't what barb usually liked

when she grew up, she wanted her husband to be just like alma

when they were 13, alma was told to stay away from her because she was 'queer, and not only in the loony way' (neither barb nor alma could figure out what that meant)

after that, she focused most of her time on her studies, which her parents were now suddenly encouraging of

("at least it'll keep her away from sin," she heard her parents whisper when they thought she wasn't there)

graduated high school at 15, youngest ever at her school

brigham young university wouldn't let her in until she was 16, so she took a gap year

she was told to stay on the property except for church, but as long as she did her chores and continued to learn household management, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted

she took this opportunity to study mechanical engineering, watching her father teach her brothers how to fix the mower then reading about engine torque

she knew that her ideas on how to make it go faster wouldn't be listened to, so she told her younger brother, isaiah, what to say and let him take the credit

he needed the praise, but it still hurt

but it was overshadowed by how good it felt to be right when her idea worked

at university, she was a bit too young to participate in the whole courtship thing that made up the backbone of social life there

she couldn't understand why her peers would choose to do all that for just some guy, but maybe she just wasn't old enough yet

graduated an accelerated course, a bs in applied physics with a minor in biochemistry, in 1954 at 19 years old

immediately applied for work in the military for the travel benefits

worked her way up very quickly since the need for chemical and nuclear weapons was increasing and they needed an innovative mind

at first it was weird, the way things were so different outside the church, but eventually she came around to the office culture of relaxed chatting over coffee while on break

and huh, come to think of it, the people she met were all different, and most of them seemed like pretty decent people to her

there wasn't an exact moment that cracked her belief, more just an increasing awareness of her own cognitive dissonance

and when she was invited to come back to provo for her endowment, she didn't respond

in late 1955, she got an offer from the a.s.s. to join their equipment development program for field agents where she would get full reign over what she did, and how could she say no to that?

and, ok, so there's this one guy, right? he's a field agent, his name is curt, and he's infuriating, but very conventionally attractive, and you know, theoretically, it wouldn't be awful to date him

is this what a crush is?

she thinks this is probably what a crush is

it takes a lot of work to feel this way, but she's pretty sure that she could be, no, is attracted to him

and she gets to be the one to supervise him on missions!!

but the issue is that curt has this friend and they're always together

if she wants to date this guy, she has to find some alone time, so she has to get rid of the friend

however... this guy, curt's friend, he's shockingly competent at his job, and he stops curt from dying constantly

plus, he's nice to barb, even if it's in that weird stiff british way all the mi6 guys seem to be

and one day, when she's briefing them on a tool neither of them have ever used before (of course they haven't, barb invented it herself), this friend, who's been staring behind her the entire time, says 'why don't you make the handle smaller? that way it's not as bulky and makes it easier to press the buttons on the right in a combat situation'

and oh.

the answer was that simple.

from then on, he stops being known as 'curt's friend (british)' and starts being 'owen (my best friend)'

they become each others' sounding boards, each of them dumping all their ideas out and talking through it with each other

barb knows how all the technical stuff for how her inventions work, but owen is detached enough to not overthink it and just state the obvious that she forgot

owen is continually formulating arguments and debates; why he should get a raise, why his partner (who barb still hasn't met yet, she hopes she'll get to meet her some day) should consider his point of view in conversation before going off on a tangent about something that wasn't even what he suggested, why whatever politics going on in england actually does affect his siblings, etc.

picking apart his arguments and playing the devil's advocate is one of barb's favourite things

curt is an unwilling participant in this little club of theirs, and often provides what she assumes he thinks is comedic relief

and for the first time, barb is content with how things are going for her