#i guess patience is not reid's strong suit

[lured-into-wonderland]

Reid was far from an ordinary resident; he possessed the allure of a star and the physique of a mythological hero. His striking blue eyes and sculpted jawline could make even the most hardened souls feel a flutter of excitement. Known throughout the land as a notorious flirt, it seemed that every woman who caught his gaze was inevitably drawn into his magnetic charm. With just a wink and a charming smile, he could elicit a blush from the shyest girl or persuade the most resolute widow to join him in a dance. However, beneath his polished facade lay a man whose spirit was as untamed as the legends surrounding his escapades.

Reid's days were a whirlwind of adventure, while his nights were filled with conquests. He would roam from tavern to tavern, regaling listeners with grand stories of slaying dragons and seeking hidden treasures. The townspeople hung on his every word, their eyes sparkling with a mix of envy and admiration. They spoke in hushed tones about his legendary charisma, unmatched prowess in battle, and the endless parade of admirers that followed him. Yet, despite the accolades and attention, Reid felt a persistent emptiness. Each fleeting romance ignited a spark, but that spark dimmed as swiftly as the sunsets he often watched alone from his loft.

As twilight descended, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Reid found himself captivated by an extraordinary scene. There, amidst the cobblestone streets, stood a young woman clad in a striking royal blue gown, her gaze as frigid as the moonlight that bathed the world around them. Her name was Nunnally, and she was a vision unlike any he had encountered. Her allure was not the kind that left men breathless; instead, it radiated a fierce strength and an indomitable spirit. She glided through the streets with the elegance of a gazelle and the poise of a sovereign. The townsfolk spoke of her in hushed tones, branding her the unattainable princess, her heart as fortified as the castle walls that surrounded her.

Driven by a newfound determination, Reid resolved to win her heart. He employed every tactic he could muster: sweet whispers, grand displays of affection, and moonlit serenades beneath her window. Yet, Nunnally remained impervious, her eyes reflecting the vastness of the cosmos. Each rebuff only intensified his longing, transforming his playful pursuit into an all-consuming obsession. Unbeknownst to Reid, Nunnally's heart was not encased in ice, but rather shrouded in layers of complexity and protection. Her past held a mystery that even the most eloquent of suitors could not unravel. Thus, Reid found himself entangled in a dance of emotions he had never anticipated, one that would lead him into a realm of danger far greater than any dragon's den he had ever dared to explore.

On a tempestuous night, a shadowy figure glided into the tavern where he sat. The woman spoke in cryptic phrases, alluding to a path that could lead him to fulfill the princess's desires. Eager to unravel the mystery that was Nunnally, he seized her offer of a potion, which promised to help him capture the heart of the woman he longed for. Yet, the potion came with a sinister twist. With a wicked laugh, the woman cautioned him that the cost of such dark sorcery would be a metamorphosis into a being that mirrored his own vanity and greed. Blinded by his obsession, Reid disregarded the warning and gulped down the potion without hesitation.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Reid was shocked to discover he had been transformed into a diminutive piglet. The space around him was a chaotic blend of bizarre shapes and unfamiliar scents, and his new body felt completely foreign, his usual strength replaced by a soft, clumsy form. A surge of panic engulfed him as he realized the enormity of his blunder. He had become the very creature he had always sought to control: a being to be hunted and used for the entertainment of others. As he squealed and scurried around the room, his mind raced with frantic thoughts about the curse and how he might ever hope to escape it.

The castle guards, drawn in by the ruckus, burst through the door, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of a piglet causing such a stir. Laughter erupted among them, and soon the news spread like wildfire throughout the castle. Even Nunnally, the one he secretly adored, caught wind of the peculiar incident. Meanwhile, Reid was taken to the royal farm, where they sought to uncover the mystery of his transformation and how he had ended up in this bewildering predicament.

No, he wasn’t in love with her. The princess wasn’t that naïve (nor that innocent). It wasn’t love. Perhaps it wasn’t even desire or lust. Obsession. If anything that was an obsession. Reid wanted her simply because she had refused and showed no interest in him (and his efforts). Should she agree, should she give him what he wanted, he would soon disappear to slaughter another monster, court another princess, seduce another woman. Not that Nunnally was trying to keep Reid with her. Quite opposite, she was rather tired of his efforts (and all the others that had come before and most likely would come after him); efforts to win her heart. She wasn’t made for love. She didn’t want love. It would only hurt her. Of that Nunnally was certain.

But Reid wasn’t giving up. No matter what she did to discourage him, he didn’t accept both the small hints and even the open suggestions to q u i t. Nunnally was becoming desperate. What should she do? She didn’t want to keep him here forever. The world needed him (and she did not). The princess had even started to receive complaints that she was holding the world's greatest hero all for herself. While there were monsters that required his attention. Damsels in distress who were waiting for his assistance. Kingdoms that needed his swords. Treasures that needed to be found.

And the princess didn’t know what to do. And how to reply to these unfair accusations? And yet, she was still grateful to Reid. For killing the beast. For protecting her lands. Nunnally was desperate. Was she finally to give him what he wanted? But what was that now?

Her heart? Her hand? Her love? Her body? What did Reid want? Or did he only need victory? Shall she simply pretend he had won her heart and he’d leave satisfied? But that sounded too easy.

And it was one of these times, when the princess was sitting in her study trying to solve that unsolvable puzzle… It was when an unexpected ruckus interrupted her thoughts. But at that time Nunnally thought that any disturbance was better than being left with her thoughts. So she followed the commotion outside… And the guards, and the maids, and the courtiers led the princess to the chambers of the world’s greatest hero. Now turned into…a piglet!

And so Nunnally (together with the others) was watching as that small pink animal was frantically running through the chamber; oinking desperately for help. She was confused and unable to move. So, the princess was just standing there watching that race between the scared (?) animal and the guards, but obviously the piglet stood no chance. Finally caught, and brought to the royal farm, where he was well taken care of, but probably being completely unhappy. Perhaps even humiliated.

Every day when the princess woke up, she was hoping it had been just a bad dream. That Reid would welcome her with flowers, and she would finally ask him what he wanted. But each morning, she was informed that the mystery was not s o l v e d, and the pink piglet was still a piglet. And Nunnally felt guilty about it. It all happened because of her. Because she was too proud. Her hear too cold. Her will too strong.

She was a witch. A witch had returned. She knew that was what the townsfolks whispered when they were sure no-one was listening. Witch is dead? Did they expect she had turned Reid into a piglet because she was afraid he’d discover her true identity? The one of the witch? She would ridicule all that talking, if she only could. But even here, at the royal palace, there were these who believed in these rumours.

So one day, perhaps driven by guilt, or perhaps by curiosity, she arrived in the farm accompanied by her ladies-in-waiting to see Reid. He was easy to spot. Even if there were so many small piglets. It was obvious, which one was the hero. For a few moments, the princess was wondering if that pink piglet was also praising its own deeds to its current company. She smiled to this thought. But yet Nunnally asked the pig boy to bring her the piglet. Gently taking the pig into the blanket that she had especially brought for this very occasion, she took Reid (or the piglet) and started to walk back to the palace.

“There…there…Reid…” – she was talking gently – “You’ll be all safe with me. I think it is my fault you ended up in this form, so perhaps it is now my duty to assist you in getting back your human form.” – she wasn’t sure if he could understand her. But she hoped he did – “I am looking through old books to find a solution. A spell…or a potion…”

“You’ll be fine…” – Nunnally wasn’t sure if she was cheering up him or rather herself; though she had never been fond of heroes. They always meant problems – “For the time being, you’ll stay with me. I prepared you your very special bed in my bedroom.”

She could imagine the shocked expressions of those accompanying her. But she didn’t care. That was the least she could do for a man (piglet) that saved her lands.

@fallesto

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Lucky Ladies

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Request: anon asked:  An Emily x reader where they're married and everyone is used to seeing emily really badass but then they fall asleep together on the jet?? And it's just really cute fluffy protective emily?? Much love xx

A/N:  This is so short, I’m sorry!!  I’m trying to get back in the groove of writing, cause I had a bit of an episode over the weekend that I don’t really want to get into, but I promise my muffins that I am doing just fine and I want to thank you for your patience!  xoxo

Here’s some fluffy and cute ass Emily Prentiss for you!

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said to the team, walking out of the conference room.  The team followed suit, but you stayed behind, wanting to finish up your coffee alone. 

This was the third case in a month that the team was called in for, one of the others was still under investigation.  Stressful seemed like an understatement.

You quietly sipped your coffee, trying to keep your eyes open.  The last few nights were plagued with restlessness and lots of tossing and turning.  Emily did everything she could to remedy some sleep for you, but nothing seemed to work.

“You know, drinking more coffee will just make it harder to sleep,” she said, coming up behind you.  She placed her hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze.

“I can’t exactly sleep right now,” you told her, rubbing your temples.

“If you’re so tired, why are you having trouble sleeping?” she asked.  She began massaging your shoulders, causing your to close your eyes.

“I guess it’s the fact that I do my best thinking at nighttime.”

“Sure.  Come on, my little insomniac, we have a case to solve.”  You opened your eyes to see your wife smiling down at you.  You returned the smile.

“But I was just starting to relax.”

“If you’re nice, Hotch might let you sleep on the jet.”  She raised her eyebrows.

“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” you replied, standing up and following her out the door, but not before you gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Yes, sir, I’m already on it,” Garcia said, her face on the screen disappearing.  The team were all discussing the case, and you were trying your hardest not to doze off.

“Alright, JJ and Morgan, you two go to the medical examiner’s office when we touch down.  Take a look at the victims’ injuries and look for anything that’s helpful.  Reid, Emily, and Dave, you three go to the last crime scene, let the detectives know-”  

He stopped short when he saw your eyes were closed.  Everyone turned to face you.  

“Babe?” Emily whispered, gently rocking you.  Your eyes shot open to see six pairs of eyes on you, your face heating up.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter.

“We’ll finish this when we’re about to land,” Hotch said, looking at the other agents, signalling them all to disperse.  Once it was just you, your wife, and him, he leaned closer to you.  “Is there something I need to know?” he asked quietly.

“I-I’m sorry, Hotch.  I just- sleep hasn’t really been agreeing with me lately,” you admitted, rubbing your face with your hands in defeat.

“I understand if you need to rest up a bit,” he reassured you.  “Sometimes we all need a break.  If you need to go lie down, you can,” he finished, motioning to the couch at the back of the jet.

“Thank you,” you replied with a sigh.  You stood up and made your way to the seat, Emily following you.

“You gonna be okay?” she asked, grabbing your hand.  You smiled at her and nodded, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I love you, you know?” you said, both of you sitting down on the couch.  You laid across it so your head was in her lap.  She smiled down at you and ran her fingers repeatedly through your hair.

“I would surely hope so,” she joked.

Once you were fast asleep, the team would occasionally look over at you and your wife, ogling over the cute sight.  They were so used to seeing Emily as the strong alpha, bad ass and hard, but they were seeing this side of her suddenly, a cute protective wife.

“One lucky little lady,” Morgan said as he sat across from the two of you. 

“Yes I am,” Emily said as she continued to stroke your hair and smiled down at you.