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j-amespotter · 3 years

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★ exile - s. b.

“you’re not my homeland anymore.”

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader, Reader x Male!OC

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Summary: Sirius is caught in the middle of a quarrel between two lovers; AU where Harry is raised by his godmother.

Genre/Warnings: angst, language, mentions of death & war, dumbledore-bashing

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: this can be read as a stand-alone, but i plan on writing a part 2 based on the song ivy (for those who would like a semi-happier ending). let me know if you want to be on my general/a character-specific taglist.

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Sirius probably should not have stayed behind. All context clues pointed to the fact that he probably should leave the dining room. However, it was his dining room. It wasn’t his fault you were having a full-fledged argument with someone that was a complete stranger to him in his house.

To be fair, he was still processing. Twelve years in Azkaban had him always prepared for the worst, but with Remus’s forgiveness and Harry’s acceptance of him, he was on a high. A high that, unfortunately, came crashing down the minute he discovered his girlfriend (Ex-girlfriend? There wasn’t ever actually a break-up, but Sirius got the hint pretty fast) had married in the fourteen years they spent apart.

He supposed he should be thankful. Thanks to you and your husband, Harry grew up in a loving household. Harry had a family.

John. His name was John. The name itself disgusted him. As he got to know John, it comforted him to find out that he was every bit a square as his name suggested. He was nice, though. Sirius couldn’t deny that. Stable. Perfect. Blonde.

It was thrilling, actually. Watching his perfection deteriorate right there, in Sirius’s dining room. And besides the personal delight it brought to see you frown at John, Sirius had a right to be there. You were fighting about matters that concerned his godson, and he had already failed Harry for twelve years.

“I’m telling you, (Y/N). We need to trust Dumbledore,” John argued with his wife. He sounded tired. Sirius hoped he wasn’t smirking, but at the same time, he didn’t really care. As perfect as this man seemed to be, he very obviously lacked the stamina to keep up with you. This fact satisfied him immensely.

Sirius watched as you scoffed. “Dumbledore has got nothing to do with this. He’s my godson. I’m the one that raised him. Dumbledore stepped in when it was convenient for him – now when Harry’s grown up and useful.”

John looked at you with an odd, doubtful expression on his face. “You weren’t the only one that raised him,” he said quietly.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” you trailed off nervously. Sirius found it strange to see you back down so easily. He dared to hope that there was some trouble in paradise but was too well-acquainted with disappointment to let it flourish.

The three of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Sirius, having remained uncharacteristically quiet in the encounter thus far, wondered if he should intervene. Before he could form a coherent thought, John broke the silence. “I don’t see why we should tell Harry the prophecy if you haven’t even told me yet.”

For the first time all night, and quite involuntarily, you met Sirius’s eye. Out of the five people who knew of the prophecy’s full contents, only three survived. Fortunately for you, your husband did not notice the interaction – Sirius gathered that John remained blissfully unaware of your romantic history. “Nobody in the Order knows,” you said, “and nobody is supposed to know. I don’t want to tell Harry the prophecy. I just want him to know what to expect. There is danger in the Department of Mysteries, and if Dumbledore thinks Voldemort will try to lure him there, he should know it. You know how Harry is, John. If we don’t give him answers, he’ll go looking for them himself.”

John winced at the invocation of the Dark Lord’s name. “But Dumbledore…”

“I agree with (Y/N),” interrupted Sirius finally. “It is not Dumbledore’s decision; it is ours. (Y/N)’s and mine. We are his godparents.”

John, who had no reason to dislike Sirius, stared at him in irritation. “Fine, if that’s what you think. You reap what you sow, I suppose.” With a firm glance, he turned to you. “I have sacrificed so much for you and Harry, yet you always keep me at arm’s length. Let me know when you’re ready to be a family.” With that, he got up and left the dining room.

You flushed. Sirius felt a wave of fury at the man. How dare he throw that in your face? Selfish bastard. He waited for John’s footsteps to fade away. “Some guy you’ve got there,” he remarked sarcastically.

Your eyes snapped in his direction. “He’s not ‘some guy.’ He’s my husband. And what business did you have, stepping in like that? I can handle myself.”

“You didn’t ask me to leave,” Sirius pointed out without missing a beat.

“I let you stay out of courtesy, Black. You are Harry’s godfather. I can’t change that.”

“Good. Merlin knows you tried,” he said, glancing in the general direction of the door John just walked out. “See, we even argue better.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t love him,” said Sirius matter-of-factly.

Anger flared in your eyes. “Yes, I do.”

“Bullshit,” said Sirius, invigorated by your blazing look. “You're forgetting that I’ve seen it when you’re in love. Was on the receiving end, in fact. If you love him, you absolutely worshipped me.”

You looked at him, scandalized by the insinuation. “You’re an arse.”

“Maybe, but one that speaks cold, hard facts.” He watched you, his pale eyes attempting to memorize your features.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped.

“Can’t help it, love,” he said casually. It felt like fitting into an old rhythm. Sirius refused to believe you couldn’t feel the same way.

You sat in silence for a while, but not like the awkward silence that enveloped the room when John occupied the space. You stared at your glass, lost in thought. “At least he didn’t leave.”

Sirius swallowed heavily. “You didn’t stop me.”

You looked indignant. “You must be joking.”

“You’re freaking me out, Sirius. What the hell happened?” You clutched his arm, shaking him for answers.

Sirius was inconsolable. “J-James and Lily… d-dead.” His voice cracked.

Tears spilled out of your eyes. “N-No, that’s not possible. You said they were safe, that everything was fine!”

He was trembling. You could barely make out his words. “The little rat…”

“W-Who?” You were crying. Lily… your best friend… She couldn’t be dead. Bright, bubbly, perfect Lily Potter could not be dead.

Suddenly, Sirius was standing up, wiping his eyes. “I have to go.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Where? Where’s Harry?”

“With Dumbledore. I have to go.”

“Wait, don’t leave me here–” But with a crack, he was gone.

Sirius sighed, rubbing his unkempt beard. “You didn’t come after me. You didn’t stop them from taking me. You didn’t get me out.”

“How the hell was I supposed to do that? You didn’t tell me about switching the Secret-Keepers. You didn’t have an orphaned baby in your lap. And I saw your picture in the paper. Do you even know how deranged you looked? What was I supposed to do?”

“Goddamnit, I don’t know! Everything went wrong…” Sirius said, raising his voice slightly. “I lost my best friend.”

“So did I,” you whispered. “Harry lost his parents. We both needed you.”

“But I wasn’t there…”

You shook your head. “No, you weren’t.”

“And John was?”

“Yes.”

“I’m here now,” said Sirius in a resigned voice.

“I can see that,” you joked with a sad smile. “I’m glad. We both are – Harry and me.”

“You raised him well,” said Sirius sincerely. “James and Lily would’ve been proud of him.”

You smiled at him like never before. His heart thudded against his chest. “I hope so. Thank you.”

“Does he make you happy?”

You stared at a spot over his shoulder, refusing to make eye contact. “It’s none of your concern, Sirius.”

“It always will be, you know that.” You deserve better, he wanted to say. Better than him and me.

You deserved someone who completed you, not just someone who fits the mold. As you bid him goodnight, Sirius couldn’t help the twinge of envy brewing in his chest. Beyond his jealousy and hatred of John, he felt sad. Sirius recognized the unhappiness in your eyes, and he felt helpless. There was nothing he could do for you anymore.

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fallingoverharrypotter · 3 years

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Last right off Diagon

Inspired by prompt Curiosity for @drarrymicrofic , and written for a laugh.

It's an ugly little hole in the wall, Draco thinks. Peeling paint, done the muggle way, and dirty windows that probably wouldn't let in the mere amounts of light that this area of Diagon is privy to. Especially with the amount of crap blocking Dracos view inside.

So he can't see the proprietor. He can't see whether theres anyone else inside. Shit. He wants to turn back, give up. Take the bag hanging at his side and toss it into the Thames right fucking now.

He's hyperventilating. He can't believe he's actually standing in front of this stupid store with a bag filled with. Curios. And he's actually hyperventilating.

"Um-"

And Draco jerks, hard, right into the window.

His nose stings, and he can feel the beginnings of blood dripping atop his cupid's bow and down his chin. He's not hyperventilating now: thank Merlin for small mercy's. He turns to direct his swearing at the person who startled a man in the middle of a panic attack, blood flooding down his face, and sees a wand directed right at his nose.

Draco, ex-convict, is unfortunately used to this reaction to his presence. He doesn't waste his precious sanity on worrying about it anymore, but at this point he's feeling a little fragile all in all. So when his panic attack picks right up from where it started, and his head starts to get a little woozy from the lack of oxygen and the continued expelling of blood from his nostrils, he doesn't blame himself much.

"Fuck- fuck, Sir I'm really sorry. Let me. Can I just fix- oh. Wait," and then there's a hand on Dracos shoulder, and the picture in front of his face clears a little now that theres an anchoring to his woozy drifting: he sees a young man, bright pink hair, yellow amber eyes, and looking scared to shit. Alarm bells ring momentarily, before the kid says: "... Mr. Malfoy?"

And of course that's the Black nose. Draco's nose. And this is Aunt Andromeda's ward - grandkid - the metamorph. And that's still 12 inches of Cherry directed right at his bleeding nose, and Draco has a split second out of body experience where he remembers that time he broke this kid's godfathers' nose when he was about the same age.

"I'm Teddy... Lupin. Um. Andromeda Tonks' grandson? Can I episky your nose? It looks pretty bad."

Draco must shrug in acceptance, because the next second the kid applies what seems like quite an expert episky charm right at the break, plugging the flow of blood. A modified scourgify collects all the blood from Dracos face and his clothes too, and now he looks just as he'd intended. Patrician and handsome, collected and unbothered. No blood. No panic attack in sight any longer, like it was siphoned away too.

Draco still hasnt said a word since he stopped muttering foul language at the sight of the wand. This 17 year old seems too quietly confident to be even the requisite amount of mad required for a Black. As Draco thought though, the nose is right, and the chin. It makes him... kind of fond for the kid he hasn't seen since he was 5. Especially when Teddy is looking up at him like hes worried beyond belief for a silent man in the middle of Diagon who's a bit too fragile for his own good.

"Ted?" Comes a call in a hauntingly familiar voice, then. Teddy turns towards it, the figure walking out of the door of the dirty old antiques shop, and Draco can't do anything but twitch a little when the bag on his shoulder looses whatever traction it kept, and goes clattering to the cobbles beneath his feet. The clang of burnished silver goblets, Lucius Malfoys old wizarding table clock, and whatever else Draco was able to scrounge up from the Manor to justify this trip to seeing Harry after 10 years away - after 10 years of running from the inevitable - that clang echoes like it's heralding Draco's imminent demise.

When Harry's eyes meet Dracos, all 3 meters of space and a 17 year old kid between them, Draco feels like hes 24 again. When Harry's eyes go wide with shock, that must be 20. When his eyes narrow, then that's 18 (post trial). And then when Harry pulls his wand and points it at Draco, well, that's years 11 all the way through to 17.

A levitation charm, and Dracos bag settles back on his shoulder. Teddy mumbles something about getting back to the till, and goes rushing back through the door his godfather is still kind of blocking. Harry has to walk forward - towards Draco - to let the kid around him, and then they're only 2 and a half meters away from each other.

Which shortens to 1 meter when Harry crosses the distance. "What you got there?"

Draco's a little stumped. Has been for far too long now, so he has to fake some courage. "Curios."

"Right," says Harry, eyebrows pushed under his fringe. "Ten years, inconsistent letters, and you turn up at my shop to bring me-" incredulousness "-curios?"

"You've named the shop Curiosity's Curios, Harry. You can't blame me for trying to adhere to tradition."

Harry scoffs. "Leave off. No smoke screens, please. From what I've heard you're out of Level 9 - don't bring it here."

Draco deflates. He has a moment to think about whether this is going to help matters or make them worse. But he does know that it'll make Harry laugh.

He drops the bag on purpose this time, clanging echoing once again. And then his knees follow, until hes folded up in front of Harry on the cobbles at the far end of Diagon Alley.

"Harry James Potter."

"Good god, Draco."

"I hereby apologize for that time when I stomped on your nose on the Train that one time and covered you with your stupid invisibility cloak, and then wished you dead when you still turned back up at dinner later that night."

"Come on, get up. Just because theres no one here now doesnt mean someone wont turn up and see you debasing yourself on the street."

"Dont interrupt, or I'll sonorous myself."

"Merlins sake, then hurry it up."

"Harry, honestly, you're an idiot if you think people are wandering all the way down here to buy dirty old antiques at lunch time on a Monday. We are well and truly alone."

"This is the weirdest grovelling I've ever heard."

"I've seen the error of my ways. Truly. Your godson all but pushed my head into your dirty glass windows and broke my nose. It's almost poetic, really."

And that got it, because Harry laughs. Loud and booming, echoing across the cobbles and the stone walls. "And you think he has no Black madness!"

"He doesn't," Draco counters, rising up on his knees. "What he does have is the strange Potter-nurtured ability to turn up when is most inconvenient!"

"Well," and Harry leans over so that his face is closer to Draco's. "Someone should have thought about the severe consequences of letting the last Black stew amongst the riffraff when he went off undercover for 10 years, shouldn't they have."

Draco sighs mournfully. "And I see you've protested my absence admirably by refusing to clean your shop windows for a decade. Truly, Harry, I admire your dedication to the cause."

"Oh!" Exclaims Harry, reaching out a hand to touch Draco's nose. "That's why theres this grime all over your face-"

"Oh god stop!" And Draco flicks his wrist with a quick scourgify of his own to get at- "Don't mess with me like that, Harry."

Draco is pouting and Harry is laughing again.

Draco gets up eventually, with Harry's hand in his own helping him. They walk into Harry's shop, and they settle down so that Draco can write a few letters of greeting to his loved ones. Hes sure that within the hour the stacks of cups and saucers and clocks and trinkets and curios that Harry has been collecting for years will be shuddering at the force of the howlers that'll just force their way through the wards Draco could put up, so he doesnt bother with them. Will let them come. His feet are resting in Harry's lap, and Harry has a firm grip around an ankle. Teddy is looking back at them from the till in confusion and boredom, annoyed that his sly questioning glances haven't brought forth any answers.

Harry and Draco are both 34 year old men who have been very content for the last 10 years to just accept whatever is happening. The last owl flies off announcing Draco's return to the surface, and then Harry is pushing off from his chair and announcing that if Draco really is going to be sticking around, he better make himself useful. Draco counters by saying that his nose has only just been broken, and he can feel the remnants of his panic attack in the depths of his bones. Harry laughs loudly, and Teddy seems to snort - without remorse - but all the same Draco hops up and makes three cups of tea. Makes himself useful.

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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still a chance.

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

a/n: the yearning in this one…i’ve outdone myself. okay so this one has been rolling around in my head for a long time. you’ll all be able to tell, but i love photos as a vehicle for storytelling. we use a lot of pictures in this story, and i hope you can “see” them - they brought me a lot of joy when i visualized them, and i hope i was able to do them justice. i also decided beth moves to okinawa instead of hong kong bc the museums in okinawa can’t be beat. thanks to kira (@good-heavens-chris-evans) for encouraging me to post this tonight - you are a treasure and a gift. words: 4,181 warnings: language, longing.

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+++

You kissed Jack’s temple and threw your backpack over your shoulder, leaning into the backseat. You carded through the honey-blond hair on the side of his head, reveling in the softness of it. “I love you, bud.”

He sniffled, and it took all you had to keep it together. “I love you, too.” You could hear the effort in his voice. He was trying to be strong for you, for his dad.

You kissed his forehead, lingering for a moment. You pulled back, your hands fluttering over his little shoulders, fussing for no reason. “You be good okay? You gotta be good for dad, alright?” You leaned in close. “He needs all the help he can get, and you’re his best teammate. You gonna take good care of him?”

He nodded.

“Atta boy.” You straightened, slipping your arm into the other strap of your backpack. You faced Hotch, who pulled your collar from under the straps and fussed with them for a moment. He was stalling.

“Aaron, I -”

He shook his head with a small smile. “I know. Call when you can. Your godson will miss you if you don’t.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’ll call you when I land.”

“Seattle is great. You’ll love it.” He sounded like he was convincing himself as much as you.

You threw yourself into his arms, and he wrapped around you as best he could with your backpack. “I love you, Aaron. Take care of yourself.” You pulled back and rested your hands on his shoulders. “Try to get me back home, while you’re at it.”

“I’ll do my best. Fly safe.”

And with that, you grabbed your duffle and walked into the terminal. You looked back once, finding two pairs of identical brown eyes watching you from open windows. You blew them a kiss, and they both raised a hand to catch it.

My boys.

+++

Emily warned you about Beth before you landed back in Virginia, but you were still nervous. Returning from a long assignment was never easy, especially when you knew coming back meant the real loss of something that never was.

You and Aaron had danced around each other for years, but never did anything about it, claiming team dynamic and stability for Jack after Haley’s death. Even then, neither one of you could deny how miserable it was to be apart. Your assignment to Seattle ended up lasting close to two years. You tried to keep in touch, but it was often too painful to be so out of reach. Your calls got farther and farther apart, but you tried to check in when you could.

Even then, you sent Jack semi-frequent gifts and care packages full of his favorite things. That boy was your favorite person in the whole world, and you his, second only to his father. It had broken your heart to leave him.

It would be a relief to see him again.

You stepped into Dave’s familiar foyer, toeing off your shoes. Everyone was in the backyard, relaxing after another homemade dinner. The whole team knew you were coming – except Beth and the Hotchners. Emily, JJ, and Dave spent an exorbitant amount of time and energy carrying off your surprise arrival.

When you stepped out into the backyard, three pairs of eyes flickered up at you before returning to their conversations. Emily, Penelope, and Derek hid the smiles that ghosted across their faces to avoid suspicion. Hotch and Jack had their backs to you, by design. Jack was watching one of Spencer’s magic tricks, Hotch was off a little ways with Emily, and Beth was at the bar with Dave.

Now was your chance. Approaching quickly and quietly, you put your hands over Jack's eyes and leaned in close to his ear. “Guess who, Jack Hotchner!”

He froze, and his little hands covered yours out of instinct.

Wordlessly, he whirled around and threw himself into your arms. You landed hard on the ground, suddenly in tears. Jack was crying into your shoulder, his hands scrabbling for purchase on your jacket. You held him as tight as you could, the wave of emotion overwhelming you. You mumbled nothings into Jack’s baby blue button down - how much you loved him, how much you’d missed him, how happy you were to see him. You were sure none of it made sense.

“Are you staying?” Jack asked.

It broke your heart. “Yeah, love. I’m staying. I’m here.”

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, weeping together. It reminded you of those videos where parents or siblings come home from war and their kids just lose it. You never expected to be on the other side of that, but here you were.

A hand on your shoulder jarred you from your haze. You looked up to find Aaron’s familiar brown eyes. You kissed the side of Jack’s head and stood. He stayed glued to your leg, and you picked him up, letting him hang off your hip as you straightened.

Aaron gathered you into his arms, and you wrapped your free arm around his shoulders.

“Good surprise?” You asked.

He only held you tighter.

You pulled back and swiped at the tears on your cheeks. “Whew. Alright.” You looked down at Jack, whose eyes were cleared of shock and tears, smiling up at you. “What did I miss?”

Aaron shot you a smile and gestured behind him. “Beth, this is Y/N. Y/N, Beth.”

You shook her hand with a warm smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Beth. I’m glad these boys are in good hands.”

+++

Emily offered to drive you home. You were quiet, staring out the window much of the way. Your apartment was still mostly packed, but your bed was ready for you.

“Good to be home?” She asked.

You nodded.

“There’s still a chance, you know.”

Finally looking over at her, a sigh escaped you. “He loves her, Em.”

She snorted. “He loves you more.”

You shook your head.

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“Y/N seems so lovely,” Beth said, settling next to Aaron on the couch.

He hummed in assent, distracted in the extreme.

“Jack was so happy to see her. It really was thoughtful of Emily to put that together for you both.” She kept her voice light, but couldn’t help but search his face for something, anything. She’d heard he closed off sometimes, but she’d never seen it first hand.

He nodded, still silent. “It’s been a long time.”

Beth pushed down the pang of something achy in her chest and took a sip of her tea. “Ready for bed?”

Aaron nodded, and shot her a small smile. There was so much going on behind those brown eyes. He was quiet. Quiet and distracted.

Your absence was suddenly the loudest thing in the room.

And Beth knew it.

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Your room was so quiet. It had been quiet in Seattle, too. There, though, nobody you loved was close enough to touch. A fifteen minute drive would take you to your favorite house with your favorite view and your favorite boys. But they didn’t belong to you anymore.

Jack wasn’t yours.

Aaron wasn’t yours.

Beth had them now. Sweet, sweet Beth. She was so open and kind. The immediate liking you took to her was almost infuriating. You didn’t want to like her, and yet there was nothing to dislike about her.

You were gone. You came back. She was there.

Now what?

You rolled over and checked your phone, finding a text from JJ.

I’m so proud of you I’m so glad you’re home. If you need anything, I’m here.

Then, some minutes later.

If he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass you know who to call.

You smiled, and replied. Derek?

Fair point. Go to bed!!

+++

Your first case back felt like slipping into a comfy old pair of shoes. Building and delivering the profile was as easy as breathing, the feeling of your weapon in your hand as you cleared room after room, the tight fit of your vest across your chest – everything was something you missed. You yearned for the physical feeling of the BAU while you were chained to a desk in Seattle, and it was a relief to have it back.

You and Aaron were back in-step with each other right away. It was almost like you’d never left.

Almost.

When a few tears slipped down your cheeks as the jet cruised through the air, headed back to Quantico, Derek reached for your hand. The rush from the past week caught up with you all at once and wrapped around your throat.

“We missed you,” he said.

You smiled at him. “I missed you, too.”

He watched you for a moment, squinting a little. After a moment, he looked over at Hotch, who was frowning down at his phone. You brushed the tears off your face and squeezed Derek’s hand once - a reassurance.

He knew, just like you did. Just like Beth did.

+++

It was the next time you all were over at Dave’s that Beth finally asked.

“What’s the story there?”

JJ looked over at you as you reclined in one of the rocking chairs on Dave’s back porch, Jack in your lap. He was regaling you with another tale from school - one of the many you missed while you were away. Hotch sat nearby on the step, his elbows on his knees, listening to his son with upturned lips. Occasionally, you and Aaron shared a look over Jack’s head, knowing and steeped in time.

“Oh, Hotch and L/N?” JJ said, following Beth’s gaze.

Beth nodded, taking a thoughtful sip of her drink.

“They’re close,” JJ started, choosing her words carefully. “Y/N was close to the family - close to Haley and Aaron before Jack was born. She’s Jack’s godmother, along with Haley’s sister Jessica. When Haley died...” She shook her head. “He’d never been in worse shape, but she kept him upright. Nothing’s ever happened between them, not like that anyway, but nobody on this team has ever managed to come close to what those two have.”

Beth hummed thoughtfully. “How did Jack take the news of the Seattle assignment?”

JJ laughed a little, but it wasn’t really funny. “Not well. He was moody and irritable for months, like his dad. Both of them eventually got used to it - being on their own again.”

“It’s lovely to have such good friends, isn’t it?”

“Our team is a family. We take care of each other.”

+++

A rare day off found almost the entire team headed to the lake for the afternoon. You drove, with Derek riding shotgun beside you. Beth and Aaron sandwiched Jack and his car seat in the back. As always, you made sure Jack was visible in your rearview mirror as you drove.

JJ drove the other car, with Will, Henry, Dave, and Emily.

Derek ran the aux cord, of course - he had the best and most varied music taste of the whole bunch. You belted along to whatever he played, dancing in your seat and laughing the whole time.

God, it is good to be home.

“Are they always like this?” Beth asked quietly, over Jack’s head. She gestured to you and Derek, holding imaginary microphones to each other’s mouths and growing quickly out of pocket, much to Jack’s delight.

Aaron nodded, making play at a long-suffering kind of exhaustion, but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his gaze as he looked at you. You met his eyes in the rearview mirror and grinned before turning your attention back to the road.

“Y/N enables bad behavior,” he said, loud enough for you to hear, dropping back into his usual deadpan.

You swung your arm back and swatted at him.

+++

“What was she like?” Beth settled beside you, a glass of wine in her hand. It was movie night at the Hotchners, and you’d wandered down the hall to stretch your legs and grab some water.

You got caught up at the wall of framed photos, stuck on one particularly lovely one of Haley - grainy and candid. Aaron’s handwriting in the top corner informed you it was from January 1993, Bainbridge Island, WA.

You smiled. “Charming, funny.” You huffed a laugh. “Damn near the most impatient woman I’ve ever known. She jumped the gun on everything, for better or worse. She knew how to throw a hell of a dinner party and gave the best Christmas gifts. She was the best mom. Jack was her world.” You reached up, touching the frame lightly with the pads of your fingers. “I was mad at her, during the divorce. We never fought, but I was upset with her and she knew it.” You laughed down your nose. “It was the only time she was more patient than I deserved.”

Maybe you were revealing too much, but you continued.

“I sometimes wish I could take it back - my anger. I wish I wasn’t half as mad at her as I was when she died.” You shifted your gaze, settling on a photo of you and Haley in the hospital a few hours after Jack was born. Haley looked exhausted, but happy, her hand reaching up to Jack’s little face as you held him with a fond smile. To this day, you have no idea how Aaron managed to get that picture. You tapped the frame with your finger, your tone brightening. “That was a really good day.”

Just like before, Aaron’s handwriting in the corner gave away the date and occasion. October 7th, 2005. Haley and Y/N with Jack, 5 hours old.

“I can imagine,” Beth said with a light laugh. Her voice was pensive, thoughtful. “These boys are lucky to have you.”

The corner of your mouth tipped up, and you offered her your arm as you turned back toward the living room.

You liked her. You did. That’s what made it so damn hard.

+++

“Aaron, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Aaron turned around, pulled from his work with the dishes, to face Beth. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

Beth sat at her kitchen island, the pads of her fingers tapping restlessly on the marble counter. Her eyes were downcast, avoiding him. “I got a job offer in Okinawa.”

His eyebrows raised. “Oh?”

“I think I’m going to take it.” She looked up at him, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth. “What do you think?”

Aaron circled the island and sat beside her, reaching for her hand. She laced her fingers with his. He leaned forward, attentive. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”

She smiled with one side of her mouth. “I don’t think I will.” She looked down at their laced hands. “In the spirit of not regretting anything, I have something else to tell you.”

Aaron was quiet. Waiting. Listening.

“I think you should tell Y/N how you feel.”

He startled, sitting up straight. “What?”

Beth smiled a little wider, a gentle, soft thing. It made his heart ache and his head hurt. “She has your heart, Aaron. There’s nobody who knows you better. Nobody better for you.” She squeezed his hand. “You have a second chance. I think you should take it.”

“Beth, I -”

“Aaron. Please. I’m leaving anyway, and you and I both know we won’t be able to swing the distance.”

He sighed.

She’s right.

“I’m sorry.”

She smiled, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Don’t be. It’s hard to see the things in front of us, sometimes. Especially when they’ve been there for a long time.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up.

“Now’s your chance, Hotchner. Don’t screw it up.” She shoved playfully at his shoulder, drawing a wider smile from him.

The smile fell from his face as he looked around at the decidedly unpacked house. “When do you leave for Okinawa?”

She took a sip of her tea. “Next week. The movers are coming this weekend to pack up the house.”

He laughed to himself. She’d already made up her mind, but was sweet enough to make him feel included. He leaned over and kissed her, sweet and chaste. A goodbye. “I love you, Beth.”

She looked back up at him with a soft smile. “I love you, too.” Then, her face transformed, a mischievous smile on her face. “Need a ride?”

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You were laid out flat on the couch watching a movie when there was a knock at your door. With a sigh, you rose and popped the lid on your gun safe with your fingerprint before you unlocked the door.

I really need a peep hole.

Aaron Hotchner was on the other side, sheepish, with his hands in his pockets. You looked behind him, Beth’s little Civic idling in front of your building. She waved at you before driving off into the night.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”

You stepped back and locked your firearm away as he stepped past you into the house. When you turned to face him, he was studying the photographs on your bookshelf. Some were photos from your childhood, faded and well-loved. Others were more recent, and you knew he would see his face staring back at him in many of the frames. He paused at the shelf that held your favorites, always within your sight and reach.

One was a photo Dave took about two and a half years ago, before you left for Seattle. You all had your backs to the camera, with Aaron holding one of Jack’s hands and you the other. Your head was thrown back in laughter as you helped Jack leap high into the air between you.

Another was you and Haley, nearly a decade ago. You were cheek-to-cheek, her arms wrapped around you from behind, with both of your hands holding onto her forearm. Your smiles were wide, posed but genuine. A dry, crinkly rose petal from her funeral was tucked into the frame.

There was a collage of jet photos - Emily sleeping nearly-upside-down in one of the seats, Dave and Aaron pouring over a case file, Spencer, JJ, and Elle sleeping in a heap, Emily’s nail-bitten fingers resting on her copy of Slaughterhouse Five, JJ looking out the window during golden hour, the team crowded around the latest photos of Henry on JJ’s phone. They were all photos you’d taken on a whim and printed when the homesickness grew unwieldy. A few post-it notes you found while packing your stuff landed in there too.

Derek, Penelope, Aaron, and Spencer smiled out of the final photo. It was the FBI vs. ATF baseball game the year Jack was born. JJ had taken it, all of you in your FBI pinstripe jerseys, capturing the moment right after the game-winning pitch was thrown. Derek was the only one who played, but the rest of you rushed the field to claim victory nevertheless. Spencer held the baseball in the air, mid-shout, while you were up on Aaron’s back with a victorious fist raised. Penelope’s feet were off the ground as Derek spun her in a circle and Haley was visible on the other side of the fence, holding a blanket-wrapped Jack to her chest and cheering.

Those photos were the ones that came to the office with you when you moved to Seattle. More than one person asked if Jack was your son, and you always said no, but with a little smile that prompted more questions.

“Do you have copies of these?” Aaron asked, his fingers tracing the photo of you and Haley. He was careful not to disturb the delicate petal.

You stepped up beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Yeah. I have framed copies, if you want them. They’re still packed.”

You stood in silence together for a little while, letting the nostalgia for the people and places and times past wash over you.

“So…” you started, “are you going to tell me why Beth dropped you like a lost puppy on my doorstep on a perfectly respectable Saturday night?”

He sighed.

Uh oh.

You took his arm and guided him to the couch, shoving wrappers out off the cushions (it was your day off, alright?) and plopping down in the corner.

Aaron licked his lips, and you couldn’t help but look down at them.

What I wouldn’t give…

“Beth is moving to Okinawa.”

Your brow crumpled, and you immediately reached out, grabbing onto his forearm. “Oh, Aaron I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged. “It’s for the best. I told her I didn’t want her to have any regrets, and it’s an incredible opportunity.”

“Of course.” You shuffled closer to him, hoping your presence could be of some comfort.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, as if he was fighting with himself.

“Spit it out, Hotchner.”

That drew a short laugh from him, and he ran a hand through his hair. All the air left his lungs in one huff. “You know how much I love you, right?”

You nodded, watching carefully as he flipped his hands palm-up before you. You gingerly slipped your fingers over his hands, feeling the callouses from years of handling pens and firearms. He closed his fingers around yours, his hands warm and familiar.

“You know how much Jack loves you, right?”

You nodded. There was a point to this, you could feel it.

“Beth said something to me tonight, and it...took me by surprise.” He swallowed, staring down at your linked hands. “She said I should tell you how I feel.”

You squinted at him, more than a little confused. “Aaron, you tell me how you feel all the time. I know you’re not one to express your feelings with words, but you tell me how you feel every time you bring an extra cup of coffee for me, or save my favorite seat on the jet, or text me a picture of Jack.” You laugh through your nose. “You may not say it in so many words, but I know.”

You could tell he wanted to interrupt you, but you were proud of him when he didn’t. “Yes - yeah. That’s not what I meant.”

He was growing frustrated with himself, and you squeezed his hands. “Hey. It’s just me.”

“That’s the prevailing issue,” he said.

What?

“Aaron, you lost me.”

He steeled himself, taking a deep breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, and you knew if both of his hands weren’t occupied, one of them would have been pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m in love with you. I’m -” he opened his eyes and faltered, exhaling, “so in love with you.”

You let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. You tried to speak, but you were thwarted by your own closed throat. The incandescent joy lit you up from the inside. You were hot and cold all at once and you weren’t sure if you were breathing.

I’m so in love with you I’m so in love you with you I’m so -

Aaron stood abruptly, releasing your hands and grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

You swallowed, trying to get your bearings. “Aaron, wait. Stop.”

He turned, and you could see the raw hurt in his eyes.

Oh. Oh my God he thinks I’m upset.

Instead of ruining everything by opening your mouth again, you stood and strode toward him, grabbing his face and pulling him to you. Your lips crashed together, and you let out another completely-overwhelmed-wires-crossed noise. The tears fell down your face with abandon, but you ignored them, completely wrapped up in the feeling of his lips against yours.

You felt him freeze before he kissed you right back, his arms winding around your waist, holding you close. His hands ran up and down your back as you fought to get closer and closer to him.

He pulled back first, chasing his breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, and you dropped your hands to his collar, winding your fingers in his shirt.

“Aaron…”

He surprised you by letting out a bark of breathless laughter. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You pulled back, playfully lowering your brows. “How long?”

He looked up and made a great show of thinking. “Oh...I would say conservatively 2002, but that might just be when I noticed.”

Your head fell gently to the left. You studied his face for a moment - his straight nose, high cheekbones, the bags under his eyes that seemed to get deeper every day, the stern mouth…You knew his face better than yours. It was the face that haunted your dreams.

“What?” He asked.

You replied, simply, “I missed you.”

He kissed you, holding your face between his large hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I missed you.” He kissed each one of your cheeks. “I missed you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I missed you.” The corner of your mouth. “I missed you.” Your lips. “I love you.”

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isthisthingeven0n · 3 years

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not a grinch : s.r

when spencer finds out you don’t like christmas he’s determined to make you fall in love with the holiday, no matter what it takes. (2.3k)

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Walking through the glass doors of the BAU your eyes were greeted by something unexpected for a Thursday morning; Doctor Spencer Reid wearing a Santa hat and gold tinsel around his neck like a scarf.

Spencer was leaning across his desk beside yours as he explained something to JJ and Emily, both looking slightly regretful to have gotten themselves into the conversation in the first place. Yet Spencer’s smile was bright, his hands moving around as his eyes glistened, but it could easily be the tinsel bouncing from the lights.

“-and even though the celebration dates back to 336 in Rome, it didn’t become a major Christian festival until the 9th century!” Spencer beams to the two agents whilst you place your bag and coffee on your desk.

Emily internally sighs as she turns to face you. “All I did was ask if he had purchased a Christmas tree yet.” She holds her hands up in disbelief as you shake your head.

“Speaking of which, have you?” JJ directs her question to you as you pause, lifting the mug of warm coffee to your lips.

To their surprise, you shake your head. “I don’t really celebrate Christmas.” You admit, sipping your drink thinking nothing of it until Spencer’s eyes widen in shock.

Spencer thought he knew you pretty well in the two years he’s known you. He considers you to be a close friend, part of the BAU family. Yet, this is the first time he’s ever heard such a thing. Last year you joined in with festivities, but as Spencer sits down on his chair beside yours he casts his mind back to the previous year.

“God, don’t let Penelope hear you say that.” Emily jokes and you naturally glance around, checking whether the enthused blonde was in sight.

“You got everyone a gift last year,” Spencer speaks up, catching you off guard as you open the file on your desk, JJ raising an eyebrow to you. “every gift was in brown paper with a red ribboned bow. You came to Rossi’s when we sang songs, but,” Remembering the details crisply, Spencer can picture you backing away to the bathroom when everyone started to sing carols. How you returned once it was over and had a glass of mulled wine before heading home.

“I don’t mind some elements of Christmas, don’t get me wrong.” You say softly with a smile. “But in general it’s not something I celebrate or spend time on.”

Watching you shrug your shoulders, you carry on with work whilst Spencer remains in a state of shock over this fact. What could possibly make you not celebrate Christmas?

“Who converted you?” Spencer questions, deeply curious at this point.

Forcing back a sigh, you glance over to the Doctor as his hand rests under his chin. “No one, Spencer.” You laugh lightly. “You know I’m an atheist.”

“Yes, but Christmas is a Christian holiday, and did you know-”

“Come on, Spence,” JJ interrupts, and you silently thank her for doing so. “if Y/n isn’t a fan of Christmas so be it, just give her a chance to actually work through her case files.” JJ smiles to you whilst Spencer nods, spinning on his chair to face his desk once more, but the question never truly leaves his mind.

A week has passed since you were questioned about your disdain for Christmas, but that doesn’t mean it’s left Spencer’s thoughts.

Sitting in the Batcave beside Penelope, Spencer explains exactly what you had said to him.

“And here I thought Y/n was a normal person.” Penelope scoffs playfully, carrying on with her work whilst Spencer sighs. “What do you want me to do? Hack into her phone and have it play Christmas songs in the morning when her alarm goes off?” Penelope suggests, and before Spencer can interrupt, she jumps excitedly in her seat. “Oh! How about I send carol singers to her door, or Morgan with mistletoe, god knows I want that at my doorstep.” Penelope clears her throat as Spencer shakes his head, trying to remove the image from his thoughts.

“I was thinking of getting her a tree?” Spencer suggests, and Penelope nods.

“Yeah, that’s a much better more realistic idea.” Penelope mutters, quickly searching online and finds several suitable options.

Scanning over the choices, Spencer hums to himself. “That one,” A small smile forms on his lips as Penelope proceeds to order the tree.

“Done and done!” She happily states, spinning on her chair to face Spencer. “I’m sure she’ll love it, I mean how could she not when it’s from you?” Penelope teases, noting the blush forming on Spencer’s cheeks as he thanks his friend before leaving the Batcave.

Returning to his desk, Spencer overhears you and JJ talking quietly at her desk. “I promise I’m not a grinch, J.” You laugh lightly, something Spencer wishes he could hear more of if he had the chance. “It’s just not my favourite holiday, but I love it for the kids. Speaking of which, what can I get Henry this year?”

“Oh, you don’t have to get him anything, Y/n.” JJ reassures you, but you shake your head, insisting. “Let me check with Will, he’s got his list for Santa ready and waiting.” JJ chuckles, patting your arm as you make your way back to your desk.

“Did you know that J.R.R Tolkein used to leave his children detailed illustrations and letters from Santa Claus? Originally, children didn’t send letters to Santa, instead, Santa sent letters to children all around the world. Though Santa Claus isn’t a real person, the letters parents forged were enough to keep the excitement going.” Spencer states as you sit back down at your desk.

“Wait, Santa isn’t real?” You gasp, a playful smile crossing your lips as Spencer pauses, still finding himself awestruck sometimes by your quick wit. “But that is fascinating, Reid. I might have to think about doing that myself someday, scare kids witless into being well behaved.”

Swaying in your chair, Spencer can’t help but picture it. You, with children at Christmas. Part of him wishes he could be in that picture, but all he envisions is himself being a distant Uncle, one of the many your children could have in the BAU.

“Would you, would you like to join me Christmas shopping after work?” You ask, and Spencer stops writing mid-sentence as he looks over to you as you bite your lower lip. “If you don’t I get it! A lot of people all shopping, it’s a breeding ground for germs.” You ramble, looking away from Spencer. “But Henry is your Godson, and I was hoping you might know what I could get him?” Your voice becomes quieter as you finish your question, and you cross one leg over the other and shuffle forward.

“No, I’d love to,” Spencer speaks up, trying not to stumble over his words as you nod happily. “I, I’ve got an idea or two of what you could get.” Spencer adds and your smile only widens like Spencer’s heart.

“Perfect, thanks, Spence.” Your smile is contagious as you hold your hand out, motioning for Spencer’s mug as you head towards the kitchen.

Once out of sight, JJ peers over. “That sounds hopeful.” She chimes in, snapping Spencer from his daydream.

“What?” Spencer asks, but JJ glances over towards the kitchen before returning her focus to Spencer. “It’s nothing JJ, Y/n just needs some help Christmas shopping.” Spencer tries to shrug it off, knowing he’s just helping out as a friend, doing you a favour.

“Sure, Spence.” JJ sings lightly before returning to work, just as you reappear with a mug of coffee for Spencer as you hum a tune before returning to work mode.

Walking out from the toy store, you wrap your coat back around your body tightly whilst Spencer holds the bag of gifts. “Spencer, I can carry it,” You giggle, but Spencer continues to insist.

“Nope, you drove here so I’m carrying the bags.” He states, smiling proudly as you carry on down the street passing various shop windows brightly lit as Christmas music blares from each entrance.

“Crazy to think how many songs there are about Christmas, huh?” You interrupt the silence looming over you both as you near the market stalls filled with everything ranging from trinkets to edible tools.

“Well, despite Christmas dating back to the 9th Century, Christmas songs have only been around for the past two hundred years with over a million songs within the genre. Did you know that two thousand one hundred and ninety-six are Bing Crosby classics?” Spencer glances down as you shake your head as you both walk through the market stalls.

“Fancy some mistletoe loves? For the happy couple?” A man holds out a stalk of mistletoe in your direction.

Neither of you speaks up as you keep your head down, trying to ignore the man’s words as you near the parking lot in silence.

The drive to your apartment was uncomfortable. Everything had been going well by Spencer’s account until the Christmas market, he should’ve said something to the vendor, or taken the mistletoe just to be polite.

“Well, thanks again, Spencer.” You rock back and forth on your heels as you walk up to your apartment, Spencer insisted on walking you up as he lived down the street.

“Pleasures all mine, here, I’ll bring these in.” Spencer motions to the three bags of gifts in his arms as you unlock the front door and stop in your tracks.

Sitting on your coffee table is a small Christmas tree, adorned with fairy lights in a woven pot with a red ribbon around it tied in a bow.

Spencer hovers in your doorway, unable to gauge a reaction whilst he remains behind you.

“What is that doing here?” You ask bluntly, your shoulders dropping as you exhale deeply.

Walking into your apartment, you turn around to look at Spencer. Your hands rest on your hips whilst Spencer places the bags down, rubbing his hands over his jacket.

“I, Penelope and I thought it would be a nice touch.” Spencer meekly responds.

“Well, you both thought wrong, okay?” You snap back. “I told you, Spencer, I don’t like Christmas! Why is it such a big deal?!” You raise your voice as you pace around your apartment, throwing your coat aside as you run your fingers through your hair.

Stepping forward, Spencer closes your front door. “I just don’t understand, Y/n.” Spencer states. “I just thought you might’ve been brought up without the concept of Christmas, but I know that isn’t the case, so what tainted the holiday?”

Raising your head up, Spencer can see tears glossing in your eyes. “You really wanna know Reid?” You quietly ask. “My parents always argued at Christmas. We never had a Christmas dinner as they just yelled throughout the house as the turkey burnt in the oven. Presents weren’t ever wrapped as they blamed one another for not doing them. Sometimes they didn’t even get us presents.” You explain as you slump down on your sofa.

“Y/n, I had no idea,” Spencer trails off.

“I didn’t mind, but when they separated Christmas just never happened, we didn’t celebrate it.” You sniff. “So I grew up without it, and even now my parents don’t send cards or even get in touch on Christmas Day. We all just act as if it isn’t happening.”

You forcefully wipe away the tears that roll down your cheeks, unaware of Spencer moving and sitting down beside you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Spencer whispers as he keeps a gap between you both, not wanting to invade your space. “and I’m sorry for trying to push Christmas onto you if I knew I’d never have done this or told you all those stupid facts.”

“I like the stupid facts, Spence.” A watery laugh leaves your lips as you glance up to Spencer, shuffling closer toward him as you scan his eyes for any uncertainty. “And I like the tree it’s just,” Exhaling quietly, you close your eyes. “no one has ever done anything nice like this for me, especially at Christmas.”

Lifting his arm up, Spencer pulls you into his embrace as you rest your head on his chest. “If you’ll let me, I’d love to show you Christmas can be a wonderful time of year.” He mutters.

“You’d do that?” You ask quietly, tilting your head to look up at his bright smile, watching as he nods.

“Consider me Santa’s little helper, bringing Christmas cheer.” Spencer jokes as you laugh, your tears now drying up as you sit upright.

“I’ve got something for you.” You state, reaching into your pocket as Spencer raises a brow quizzingly. He didn’t see you buy anything from the shops small enough to fit into your pocket.

Revealing a stalk of mistletoe, Spencer’s lips part in surprise. “You thief.” Spencer smirks as you shrug your shoulder.

“I’m no thief, Penelope snuck it into my bag before we left.” You explain as you hold it up above you both. “Got any facts about mistletoe, Doctor?”

“Too many, but there’s something I’d rather do.” Spencer mutters, lifting his hand up to rest on your cheek. “Is this okay?” He whispers as you move closer toward him, his breath fanning your lips.

“More than okay.” You respond, dropping the mistletoe as you wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you sweetly. “Can we watch a movie?” You mutter into his lips as you pull away.

“Of course,” Spencer smiles, kissing your cheek as you curl up into his arms. “what about How The Grinch Stole Christmas?”

Looking down, Spencer can see you rolling your eyes. “Fine, just to prove that I’m the Grinch no more.” You return to resting your head on Spencer’s chest, admiring the small tree as the movie begins to play.

Part of you hopes that this might be the start of new traditions and learning to love Christmas with Spencer by your side. “Merry Christmas, Y/n.” Spencer mutters as he kisses the top of your forehead as your eyes begin to droop, just as the credits begin to play.

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sometimesiwritebadly · 4 years

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Swipe Right (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Garcia convinces Spencer to download Tinder.

Warnings: None, i think. Takes place in season 10, mentions Maeve a few times but doesn’t explicitly spoil anything so if you haven’t gotten that far in the series read at your own risk

Notes: wow can y’all imagine if tinder actually worked? yeah me neither, but it’s fun to pretend

Word Count: 1.3k

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“You’re telling me you don’t have a single picture of yourself on your phone?” Garcia questioned, snatching Spencer’s phone from his hand and checking herself.

“Garcia, I only use that phone to talk to you guys and my mother. Of course I don’t have any pictures of myself.” Spencer explained. He tried to reach for his phone, but Garcia held it out of reach.

It’s team bonding night, so everyone had gone out to a local pub to have dinner. Rossi and Hotch had called it a night pretty early, so now it was just Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Kate, JJ, and Will, who had gotten a babysitter for Henry. Somehow, they had gotten on the topic of dating apps, and Garcia was determined to get Spencer back into the field.

“Ok everyone, search your photos, send anything with Spencer to me. There has to be a few decent pictures of you, 187, and I will find them for this profile, mark my words.” The rest of the team pulled out their phones, despite Spencer’s immediate complaints, and began looking through their pictures.

“Oh, guys, look at Spence and baby Henry!!” JJ whipped her phone around, showing off the picture of Spencer and his godson.

“I’ve got a picture of Reid that time Rossi and I got him drunk so we had a chance to beat him at poker.” Morgan said, laughing at the picture of Spencer stumbling around Rossi’s place.

“Oh! Spencer and Sergio!” Garcia said a little too loudly, causing other people to turn towards the table. The picture she showed off was Spencer reading a book during a team hangout a few years back at Prentiss’ place. Sergio was happily sitting in Spencer’s lap, as he pet him carefully.

The team found a few more decent pictures, and within 10 minutes, Garcia had downloaded Tinder on Spencer’s phone - “How do you know my password?” “Please, genius, use your big brain.” - and had made him an account using the pictures (minus the drunk one). She filled in his bio with all the best details about Spencer; FBI agent, 3 PHDs, certifiable badass. (Spencer made her delete the last part.) After the account was made, JJ, Will, and Kate all decided to head out as well, considering they all had children at home. That left just Derek and Penelope to help Spencer get the hang of the app.

“Ok pretty boy, it’s simple. Swipe right if you like them, left if you don’t. If they like you too, you can start chatting with them, get to know ‘em a little better before you meet in person.” Morgan demonstrated, swiping right or left on the first few people that popped up on Spencer’s phone.

“Oh! And if you want to know more about them, you click here,” Garcia tapped on the button of the screen, “And you can read their bio, plus look through more pictures!”

“Guys, I don’t know about this. Girls barely talk to me in person, why would it be any different online?” Spencer didn’t say it, but he had another concern as well. After what happened with Maeve, the idea of falling for someone he didn’t know in person gave him a lot of anxiety.

“You’re a cute doctor! Girls should be worried that you won’t like them, not the other way around!” Garcia said, as she began swiping for Spencer.

“Don’t I get any choice-”

“Nope.” Garcia swiped right on someone, and the picture disappeared to reveal the words ‘Match!’ on the screen. “See! You’ve been on the market for all of 15 minutes and girls already want you!”

And so that’s how the trio spent the rest of the evening; Derek and Penelope making decisions on Spencer’s love life, while Spencer tried and failed to have a say in anything. Spencer hadn’t expected much, but by the time they’d left the pub, Spencer had 23 matches - and on the way home, his phone buzzed an additional 7 times, bringing his total to 30. 30 women that wanted to get to know Spencer. That’s more women in one night than Spencer had dated in his entire life. Of course, besides the beginnings of small talk Derek had started on his behalf with a few of them, he didn’t actually have any dates. Derek had said to give it time, not take it too seriously, and at least one of them would be willing to meet him in person. But without the guidance of his friends, Spencer had a harder time building the confidence to actually talk to these women.

In the safety of his apartment, Spencer spent another half hour on the app, swiping left on nearly everyone he came across. Derek and Penelope had warned him to not be picky, but Spencer was a romantic at heart. When he looked at the pictures, he just didn’t feel anything. He wanted his heart to race, his cheeks to heat up - something to indicate a connection. Knowing that he would probably never get that through a screen, he got ready to close the app and head to bed. One last profile caught his attention, though.

Y/N. Her profile picture showed her posing in front of the Capitol building, smiling widely. He clicked on her profile, and scrolled through her other pictures; Y/N posing with a group of friends, Y/N eating frozen yogurt, a candid picture of her looking through a bookstore. Her bio was short: “Hey, I’m Y/N. My friends talked me into this, but I doubt it’ll work. Feel free to prove me wrong.”

His heart wasn’t racing, and his cheeks weren’t warm, but he did have a feeling. Spencer couldn’t put it into words, but he knew there was something about this girl, so he swiped right. Spencer tried not to be too disappointed that he didn’t immediately match with her, but he knew there was a chance she hadn’t seen his profile yet. So, he locked his phone and promptly went to bed.

~~~

The next morning, Spencer had forgotten about the girl until he got a notification on the way to work. The Tinder logo popped up on his screen, followed by the words, “You have a new match!” Spencer quickly unlocked the phone, and surely enough, it was Y/N. Spencer began to type out a message, but couldn’t decide what to say

Hello. (delete)

Hi, How are you? (delete)

Did you know online dating has a success rate of 44%? (delete)

Before Spencer could figure it out, a message from you appeared.

Hey, I’m Y/N.

Do you really have 3 PHDs?

And just like that, the conversation took off. Throughout Spencer’s day at work - luckily, no new case today - You two held a steady conversation. By the time 5 o’clock rolled around and Spencer was ready to head home for the day, he knew your job, your favorite bookstore, and your strong opinions on Doctor Who - Spencer had claimed that the 4th Doctor is the best, and you spend the next half hour trying to convince him that the 10th Doctor is actually the best. The only thing you guys hadn’t talked about was meeting in person; Spencer wanted to see you in person, watch you excitedly talk about things you’re passionate about, hold your hand...he just needed to ask. Surely, if you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t have talked to him all day, right?

Do you think we could get coffee sometime?

He sent it before he could regret it. He watched anxiously as the three dots appeared on his screen, then disappeared. His anxiety skyrocketed, and he nervously began to type out another message.

We can keep talking about your incorrect views on Doctor Who.

After a second, a response popped up.

I think you mean your incorrect views, Spencer.

Does Saturday work for you? 10 am at Duke’s?

Spencer thanked every god he could think of before he sent you his response.

I’ll see you then!

~~~

In Garcia’s batcave, Penelope had hacked Spencer’s Tinder account, and she and Derek watched as Spencer got his first date since Maeve.

“Ha! Told ya Spencer could get a date without your help!” Penelope exclaimed, turning away from the screen to look at Derek. She held out her hand, and Derek reluctantly pulled out his wallet, and placed a ten dollar bill in her hand.

“Yeah, whatever. I’d be more upset, but I’m happy for the kid.”

~~~

tags: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fluff

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 35

Word Count: 2,514

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: Sorry this took so long to get out. I had planned on having it up yesterday, but life got busy. I’d love to have those 12 hours back that I lost, but it’s not happening. So with that feedback is always welcome and happy reading!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

You sat there staring at the picture in your direct messages for you don't know how long. It wasn't until Jace started to cry that you put the phone down so that you could tend to your baby. Jace's little cries filled the air, and you took him over to change his diaper. When he was all clean and dry, his face filled with a smile, which melted your heart. When you looked in his sweet face, you could see your husband there, as Jace had Tyler's eyes and even though he was only a couple weeks old he had that little smirk as well. It was in Jace's expression that you knew that message was nothing but a lie.

Tyler had worked so hard to win you back and you knew that he would never jeopardize your family with some trivial one-night stand. As you sat in the rocking chair, in Jace's nursery feeding him, you pulled up the message again. This time looking at the picture with unfeeling eyes instead of ones that felt hurt and disappointment. There was no denying that, that was your husband, but the closer you looked it was an older picture. Tyler's hair wasn't that long right now, and where his shirt was unbuttoned you could just make out his lack of chest tattoo. This picture was probably taken well before you were even in Tyler's life; more than likely a couple months before you'd met him.

Switching Jace to your other breast, you set the phone back down trying to decide what to do next. Obviously, this person wanted to cause a rift between you and Tyler, and messaging her back would just give credence to a conversation that wasn't necessary. You'd been so wrapped up in the stupid message, that you never heard the garage door open or Tyler come in. "There are my two favorite people in the world." He made his way over to you, kissing you on the lips, causing Jace to stir. "Hey buddy, daddy missed you." Jace looked around searching for Tyler's voice. "Is he done, babe? I'm dying to hold him."

"Mostly," you answered, handing the baby over. "He can finish later. Right now, I think he wants his daddy more." Tyler took Jace from you and held him close to his chest, his one finger caressing his chubby cheeks.

"Bud, did you get bigger? Mommy said no, but I think so." Jace's tiny hand fisted around one of Tyler's fingers. "Look at those muscles; you working out?" The interaction between father and son made your heart so full it could burst and a tear slid down your cheek. "Baby, you ok?" Ty asked taking his eyes off his son for a moment.

"I…" you couldn't seem to get out the words and so you nodded your head.

"Babe, I know you said you're still emotional, but what else is going on."

You sighed heavily, knowing for your relationship to work; you needed to be completely honest. "I got a message on Instagram earlier." A look of concern immediately crossed his face, before he started to shake his head. "I know it's not true Ty. It just took a toll on me."

"What did it say?" And you could see the anger visibly changing him, in the way he stood and held the baby.

You stood so that you could touch and feel him; hoping to release some of his tension. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you so there wouldn't be any secrets between us."

"If it hurt you, it matters." He wrapped his free arm, the one that wasn't holding Jace, around your waist and pulled you to his side. You looked at Jace, so comfortable in his father's arms as he stared up at his parents. "Tell me (Y/N)."

"It was just a picture of you and some girl. I'm assuming she's the one that sent the message. It said that my "baby daddy" was cheating on me." Before he could say anything you continued. "I know it wasn't true Ty. When I looked at the pic closer, it was old."

"(Y/N), I will never in a million years cheat on you, babe." He cupped your chin so that you would look in his eyes. "You believe me, don't you?"

"Of course, I do Ty. The message just threw me."

"I'm deleting my damn account. It's caused us nothing but trouble."

"Tyler, we're fine. This is just one fangirl, who's making up lies." You were telling yourself this as much as him. "You have your sponsorships to think about and your fans. Don't go deleting things just because of this one instance. I'm fine." He still looked unconvinced. "We're fine. I promise."

"It just annoys the fuck…oops sorry," he spoke more to Jace than to you. "That people think that they can get away with doing this. Like I'm some sort of sex addict that can't wait for my wife to…" you could see him struggling to find the right words.

"Heal?"

"Yeah, heal before I wet my dick in someone else pussy. Shit!" He swore again and you had to laugh at his attempt to control his language around your son.

"I think it's ok to curse around him. He definitely didn't learn to talk in the few days you were gone."

He looked at you a little sheepishly. "Still…I need to learn not too." His eyes went back to his child, where Jace's little face just lit up. It was probably gas, but it was still adorable. "Maybe I'll send this person a message myself." He said drawing you back to the conversation about the direct message. "Or get my lawyers on it."

"How about we just drop it, and if it happens again then we worry about?" He cocked his head "Please Ty?"

He scrunched his face up at you, before agreeing. "Fine, but you have to promise you'll tell me if it happens again."

"Done. Now can we please talk about other things."

"In a minute, there's one more thing," and before you could ask him what that was, his lips were on yours. His mouth searched yours and all the longing that you felt for him over the last several days melted away. Jace squirmed in his arms and the two of you broke apart. "Now that's a better welcome home. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Ty." The rest of the day Tyler barely let Jace out of his arms. He of course allowed you to feed him, but he wouldn't let you put him down for a nap in the bassinet; instead opting for the baby to lay on his chest. You had a feeling if he kept this up you were going to have a hard time training Jace to sleep in his own crib.

"So babe, I was thinking maybe you could bring Jace to practice tomorrow. You know to meet all the guys." You were crawling into bed, after just laying the baby down for the night.

"Yeah, I can do that. Little man and I will be down to have lunch with you guys."

"Can you maybe put on his Stars stuff too?" Like your child would wear anything else when going to see his father at work.

"Of course, babe." He pulled you close to him and you inhaled his scent. God, you missed this even if it was for a few days.

"Thanks, baby. I'm so excited for the guys to meet him." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning as soon as Tyler headed off to practice you started to get ready for Jace to meet all his hockey uncles. It was really the first time taking him anywhere other than the doctors, and you found yourself throwing things in the diaper bag you knew you were never going to need but wanted to be prepared. Jace's Star's onesie fit perfectly, but then you had one in every size imaginable. It was his jersey that was a little bit, so you opted to just carry that in the bag not sure if you were going to put it on him or not until you got there. You also threw in a little jacket since he'd be down close to the ice. You made sure to feed him before you left, but also took a bottle on the off chance he'd be fussy.

You buckled him in the car seat, and he whimpered a bit. Cash immediately going to see what was wrong with his brother. "He's ok Cash, just doesn't like to be cooped up in there." The pup looked at you skeptically and you had to laugh. The dogs had definitely become protective of Jace over the last week and hated to hear him cry. Once you had him in the car and were headed down the road, he quickly fell fast asleep.

They were just finishing up practice when you went into the arena. All of the guys were still on the ice, running a few drills. It was Jamie who saw you first, smiling and giving a wave as the puck sailed past him, and you kind of laughed. That got him a few chirps from some of the guys until Monty saw that you were there and called them all in. "Looks like we have a special guest in the building. I'm gonna cut this short, but damn it, wash your hands and shit before you touch the kid." You chuckled at his words, but it was nice to know that he didn't want their sweaty hands all over your child any more than you did.

Tyler was the first to skate off. "Hey babe," he said pecking you real quick before turning down to his little guy. "Hi bud, did you see daddy skating?" Jace's eyes were taking everything as he woke the minute, he heard the pucks on the boards. The guys started to crowd around you and the carrier, trying to sneak a peek at Jace.

"Oh he cute Seggy, nothing like you." Rads said punching your husband in the arm playfully.

"There's my godson," Jamie added. "Sportin' the team colors bud. They look good, though there needs to be a fourteen on there somewhere."

"Get out Chubbs, my son is not wearing your number, even if you are his uncle."

"Alright, hit the showers, then you can have baby time." You told them all.

"I'll meet you in the dining room?" Tyler said before kissing you again and heading off to the locker room. You went down to the kitchen area, setting Jace's carrier on the table so you could take him out. The room was warm so you didn't put his sweatshirt on him, that way everyone could see his little Seguin ninety-one on the back. You propped him up on your shoulder and he looked around a little bit, before flopping his head back down and sucking on your shirt. Perfect, just what you wanted baby drool on you. It didn't really matter though, as long as Jace was happy.

You no sooner were comfortable, then Justin Dowling came in. "Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? Heard this little guy gave you a bit of a scare." He took a finger and trailed it along Jace's back making him shiver.

"Yeah, he definitely had his own idea about when he wanted to meet us, but I'm good."

"Can I hold him?"

"Of course," you handed Jace off to him. Justin was a natural, the way he swayed back and forth with your little guy in his arms.

"You've got to bring him around Meg, she's dying to meet him. We just didn't want to overwhelm you after everything."

"Yeah, I was planning on having the girls over soon."

"Maybe you can convince her, that we need one of these."

"Oh! You guys will make great parents." They were already one of the cutest couples on the team. "You've got a natural touch there."

"Thanks."

"Alright quit hogging the baby," Bishop chimed in taking Jace from Justin. "Hey Jace, you and Ben are gonna be best buddies. You can have playdates and go on bike rides and take hockey lessons together."

"Woah, slow down there Bish. He's only a couple weeks old." You told him.

"I know, Andrea is dying to bring Ben over."

"We've talked several times. I think she was coming over tomorrow night for a bit. We thought we could watch the game together."

"Wait you're not bringing Jace to the game?" Your husband asked looking too handsome for your liking.

You simply rolled your eyes at him. "Not yet, you knew this though."

"Kinda, just thought maybe you'd change your mind." He walked straight to his child and you could see him fighting the urge not to take him away from Bishop. "But I get it. He's still too small, but in a couple weeks you'll be big enough to come and cheer daddy and all your uncles on." God, you loved your husband like this. That playful cute side, that just adored his child; there was nothing better in the whole world. Well, maybe your son.

The rest of the guys filtered in and it became a game of pass the baby around. You were surprised when even Miro took a turn, however the minute he turned fussy he was handing him back. After an hour, Jace was done with meeting everyone and basically just feel asleep as the guys continued to fuss over him. One by one they all left until there were just a few of you milling about and you figured it was time to head home before Jace needed to be fed. Tyler helped you pack him up, and then the three of you left with promises to bring Jace back real soon. You had a feeling if it was up to Tyler, he would've had him on the ice today, but thankfully he never once asked.

Tyler had ridden with Jamie, so he could take you and Jace home and as you traveled the highways of Dallas he finally said. "Thanks for bringing him down today babe. It meant a lot."

"Ty, I will bring him down whenever you want."

"So…uh…when do you think you'll bring him to a game?"

"Babe, I know you're excited for him to go, but I'd like him to be a little older. Those headphones you got barely fit."

"I'll get a box, so you guys don't have to deal with the family section and you can have Jenna and the girls up there." He was really trying everything he could, but honestly, with that fangirl message, you were leery about taking Jace out in the public.

"How about the next long home stretch?"

"Yeah babe, that will work." The smile on your face was enough to put your doubts at rest, at least for the moment.

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geniusgub · 4 years

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north//chapter six

a new chapter in honor of me starting school tomorrow :( this is another filler chapter (but it’s important later on!!) and the plot picks up in the next chapter, I promise!

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: season nine spencer reid x female oc

warnings: none

word count: 5.9k

AMELIA

ONE MONTH LATER

Spencer is constantly talking about his job. He loves working for the BAU more than anything. The work he does is taxing but he loves helping people and he will continue to help, even if it means he spends hours upon hours working his ass off. Frankly, he spends more time working than he should but he does it because he loves it.

However, he often tells me that his office is a bit dull in the appearance department. He has told me about the piles of books that cover most of his desk and the two picture frames, containing a picture of him with his mom and then one with his godson. Besides those things, though, there is nothing else to bring him comfort when he is sitting down and finishing his mountain of paperwork. His dull desk echoes the dull colors in the bullpen. Maybe that's on him and his lack of design skills, but that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t have any design influence from a third party. I want him to have something uplifting and positive when he sits at his desk, and I decided that I would make this happen. I’m sure Spencer doesn’t pay much attention to the sad colors of his desk when he’s working, but that doesn’t mean it won’t weigh on my mind until I know I’ve done something to brighten his desk.

I devise a plan after a date night when Spencer tells me about how boring it is to sit at his desk for hours and do paperwork. So when Spencer tells me the team is on the last day of the case they're working on, I throw on my boots and head to Quantico.

The building is incredibly intimidating at first because the building is humungous and, of course, I've never been here before and I have no clue where I’m supposed to go. But I park my car and grab my backpack, and I'm only wandering around the parking lot for a few minutes before I finally find the entrance. I’ve never felt more out of place in my jeans and white blouse in the sea of pantsuits, but I ignore that and walk up to the receptionist, signing in to get a visitor pass.

"Here to visit someone?" The receptionist smiles at me, and I sneak a look at her nametag that says her name is Jeannie.

"Yeah," I say as I scribble down my name. "Well, kinda," Jeannie hands me the visitor pass and points to the top of her shirt to tell me to clip mine to the neckline of my blouse. "My boyfriend is coming home from a case today so I wanted to leave him something to cheer him up."

"That's really sweet of you. He's a lucky guy," Jeannie smiles at me. "I'll see you on your way out."

I give her another smile before heading over to the elevator, and thankfully I get in alone because I'd be far too intimidated if I was in an elevator with real FBI agents. Okay, yes, I'm dating an FBI agent, but Spencer is really just a teddy bear and he doesn’t even wear suits to work. He doesn’t even leave his gun in his holster when he’s with me and he doesn’t parade it around and internalize the power a gun usually provides someone. It’s not like I’ve never seen or even held a gun before, but it’s refreshing that he doesn’t flaunt his gun.

I step out on the sixth floor and come face to face with the bullpen that I've heard so much about. I dodge a few scurrying people and pull open the glass doors and quickly realize that I have no idea where Spencer's desk is. It didn’t cross my mind until now that the bullpen would have more than just one desk. So I stare out over the banister for a moment before locating the pile of books I've heard about. I hurry down the small set of stairs and pass a few confused agents who can tell I clearly don't belong here. But, once more, I ignore their stares and walk over to Spencer's desk, and to my expectations, it's exactly how he described it- dull.

I reach into my backpack and pull out a picture frame, setting it beside his computer. I debated on leaving a picture of me because I know talking to me brings him comfort after a hard case so maybe seeing a picture of me might help too. But I know he hasn't told his coworkers about us yet and I don't want to put anything on his desk to make him uncomfortable. So instead of leaving just a picture of me, I made him a small piece of art with my signature on the bottom corner. He seemed to really like the small amount of art I’ve shown him so I figured that a piece of my art would be a viable replacement for a photo of me.

The next thing I leave one Spencer’s desk is a small tin filled with the last of the Christmas cookies we made together, tucking it right under his computer. I've realized that he sometimes goes without eating, especially during his long workdays, so having a snack readily available is a good idea. Then I grab a post-it from the top drawer and a sharpie, scribbling a message that reads pinky promise with a heart next to it and sticking it to the bottom of his computer. It's out of immediate sight of any prying eyes, and even though Spencer has probably never used this computer before, it’s right beside his books that I’m sure he uses every day. A post-it note from me isn’t much, but I hope it is enough.

"Who are you?" I hear a voice behind me as I'm flattening a note-so-sticky corner of the post-it onto the computer.

I whip myself around, expecting to see literally anyone other than the person I find. I'm expecting to see a woman in a pantsuit with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed, ready to scold an out-of-place 25 year old for being in a government building unsupervised. But I come face to face with a woman who has blonde hair brighter than mine, a headband with two pink puff balls on them, an outfit filled with bright colors and contrasting patterns, and heels higher than anything my ankles could handle. She's holding an octopus mug, and I can smell the lavender tea from here, and she's not wearing an ID badge like all the pantsuit-wearers are. She doesn’t even look like she’s about to scold me for creeping around a federal agent’s desk, but rather, she looks curious.

"I'm Amelia," I give her the sweetest smile I can conjure up.

The woman squints her eyes suspiciously, and tilts her head to look behind me. "And why are you going through Boy Wonder's desk?" I laugh at the nickname and tuck it into the back of my brain for later use. "You only have a visitor badge on and I've never seen you before and I've never heard your name."

"I wasn't going through his desk," I say, stepping aside and gesture to the tin of cookies, but don’t bring attention to the two other things I have left. "I was just leaving him something for when he gets back from the case to cheer him up, that's all.”

"Hmm, that’s really sweet actually," she hums, inspecting the desk once more. But then she shrugs her shoulders and takes a step closer to me, jutting her hand outwards. "Well, I'm Penelope Garcia, technical analyst for the BAU.”

"Oh," I shake her hand with a growing smile, "I've heard a lot about you."

Penelope's eyes widen, hand clutching mine in the mid-air, no longer shaking. "Spencer? He’s told you about me?"

"He's told me about the whole team, actually!”

"Wait, wait," she abruptly puts down her cup of tea on Spencer’s desk and holds her hands out in front of her, her eyes somehow getting even wider, "I don't need to be a profiler to fit the pieces together. You're here and bringing Reid things for his desk to cheer him up, which, again, is so super sweet. And you're bringing him Christmas cookies and he was watching The Polar Express on Christmas and he never watches movies like that. And he's been wildly happy the last few months and oh my god, you guys are totally dating! You're totally Spencer's girlfriend!" Penelope doesn't even wait for my answer before throwing her arms around my shoulders and pulling me into an embrace. "I'm a hugger and I hope you're a hugger."

"I'm a hugger, don't worry.”

Penelope pulls away from our hug and then gasps, grabbing onto my cheeks with a grip that might be a little too tight. "Your hair! The braids! It's beautiful! I could never do braids like this! I'm so jealous!"

"It takes a lot of practice. I could braid your hair for you, if you want," I offer. "I don't have anywhere to be until Spencer gets back."

"Ooh, I smell a date night!" Penelope bounces up and down on her toes, grabbing onto my hands and starting to tug me out of the bullpen. "That's adorable and I'm taking you up on your offer. Let's go, I'm taking you into my lair. I've got music and snacks and lots of fun things and it'll be awesome."

Penelope leads me back out the glass doors and down the hall, through a gray door and into a room filled with stuffed animals and many computers. It doesn’t look like anything anyone would expect to see in an FBI agent’s office, but I’m gathering that Penelope is a different type of agent than the too-serious pantsuit-wearers

"I've got some hair ties here," Penelope pulls open a random desk drawer and pulls out a bin of different sized hair ties. Then she twists around and opens a bigger drawer, revealing a whole hoard of snacks. I can’t help but laugh as I reach in and pull out a bag of chips. "I'm usually in here for hours upon hours so it's imperative that I have good snacks," Penelope says, spinning around in her chair to put her back to me. "Okay, Miss Amelia, make me beautiful with your magical braiding fingers!"

"You're already beautiful, Miss Garcia," I quip, running my fingers through her hair to get out the few knots she has in her perfectly curled hair.

"You flatter me, Miss-I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name. I should do a background check on you," Garcia suddenly says and then starts typing on her computer. "I do it for everyone's boyfriend or girlfriend on the team, don't worry. It’s my own mandatory procedure to protect my bestest friends and make sure nothing hinky is going on with their significant others."

It becomes hard to breathe for a moment as I struggle to swallow the lump that forms in my throat. I nod slowly as a way to calm myself down, chewing on my bottom lip as my chest starts to tighten. "My, um,” I gulp one more time but the lump doesn’t slide down my throat, “my last name is Stark."

"Even your name is perfect, it’s so unfair. Amelia Stark. Sounds like a stage name," Penelope quips, typing my name into some fancy FBI search engine. Some pages pop up when she types in my name, and the first thing on the screen is my website, filled with pictures of my artwork from through the years. "You're an artist! I could tell that from your tattoos, which I love, by the way. I love your artwork. If I could afford any of your work, I would totally get it because everything is so beautiful."

"Oh, thanks," I laugh as a way to distract myself from the following files on her computer, and I try to still my trembling fingers by slowing down my braiding, making sure each braid is tight and not bumpy and beautiful looking.

Penelope exits my website and starts looking at a new file. "You're a-" she is abruptly cut off, thankfully, by a high pitched beeping sound, "oh! That's the team! They wanna video chat from the jet!"

The trembling in my hands only worsens at this. My hands still and my eyes widen. "You're the only one who knows about me and Spencer and I think he wanted to keep it a secret for a little while longer.”

"They can't see your face from where your standing. Just keep standing where you are. And keep braiding!” Penelope instructs me quickly then answers the video chat. I keep my hands braiding as I watch the faces of the members of the BAU pop up. I observe all the team members and their positions on the jet. There’s a blonde woman who, by process of elimination of the blondes I have been told about, I conclude is JJ, the mother of Spencer’s godson. A brunette is beside JJ and I recognize her as Alex Blake. Derek Morgan is behind them, deep in conversation with someone whose face is blocked by the headrest of a seat. "How are my favorite crime fighters? How can I be of service on your trip home?"

"Garcia," a hard-faced man says, and I catch sight of Spencer beside him. I watch as he squints his eyes and leans closer to the screen and I wonder if he recognizes me from just a shot of my chin to my hips. Well, he must recognize me because my tattoos are perfectly displayed and he obviously knows what they look like. "We're an hour away from Quantico but when we get back can you make sure to have Anderson put that box of case files in my office?"

"Of course, Sir," Garcia answers and types something on her computer. "Is that all?" She's giggling through her words, letting her head get pulled and tugged when I include new hair in the braid.

Hotch squints at the camera the same way Spencer did, leaning closer to the screen. "Garcia, who is that with you? She's got a visitor pass."

"Just my friend, Hotch!" Garcia answers far too quickly for it to be a truth, and it actually makes me choke out a laugh. "She's just braiding my hair because she has magical fingers!"

Hotch doesn't look too convinced but sits back in his seat and looks at whatever is in his hand. "I need you to run a background check on someone for me."

"My technologically magical fingers are ready. I’m not the only one with magical fingers," Garcia, thankfully, exits out of my background check and begins a new one. I have to hold back a sigh of relief as the lingering fear in my body seems to dissipate, but my fingers don’t stop shaking and my heartbeat doesn’t slow down. Hotch gives Penelope a name and she starts typing, then starts rambling off all these gross things this guy has done. I scrunch up my nose and try to ignore what she's saying. "Are you still coming home or did you get another case?"

"We're still coming home," Blake answers.

"This is for a consult which is why it's important that Anderson get those case files into my office," Hotch gives her a pointed look and a nod of his head before returning his attention to the file in his hands.

"Of course. I just emailed him." Garcia says.

"Hey," JJ speaks up and becomes the third team member to move closer to the screen, "none of us know your name or who you are but I really like your shirt!"

It takes me a moment to recognize that she is talking to me and not Penelope. "Oh, thanks!”

"Does anyone need anything else?" Garcia asks the team. "No? Awesome, I will see all your lovely faces when you get back. Are we going out for drinks?"

"I'm game for drinks," Morgan shouts.

"Me too," Blake grins, turning around to high five Morgan.

"I actually can't," Spencer speaks up, and, I swear, Penelope almost bursts from excitement. "I have plans. Sorry guys, maybe next week."

"Pretty boy's got plans?" Morgan teases, leaning over the chair to ruffle Spencer's hair. Spencer grimaces and fixes his hair, swatting Morgan’s hand away when he tries to mess it up again. His pouty face makes me smile and I lift my chin out of the frame to shield my smitten smile from the team of expert profilers.

"Yeah, I do," Spencer responds, trying to return his attention to the book in his hand, but Penelope knows that Spencer and I are supposed to have a ‘date night’ tonight so she takes this golden opportunity to tease.

"And what are these majestic plans, Doctor?" Penelope grins and she hands me a hair tie when I gesture that I need one.

Spencer glances up at the camera and then back at his book, concealing a smirk. "Don't worry about it."

The team oohs and ahhs, knowing Spencer is hiding something, and it warms my heart to see him interacting with his best friends. Even though they're teasing him, he's grinning and he’s blushing and he looks so gorgeous. I haven’t really gotten the pleasure of seeing him react with someone other than me so seeing it now makes me fall even harder for him.

"I have no clue what's going on here," Hotch says, silencing everyone, "but make sure you get that stuff done."

"Will do, Sir," Penelope salutes to her boss.

"And track Reid's credit card so we know where he goes tonight," Hotch smirks, and the last thing I hear before the video ends is Spencer groaning.

"We love Spencer," Penelope sighs dramatically, wiggling in her chair as I finish up with her braids. "We tease him but we love him so much."

"I can tell you guys do," I tie off the end of the braid and pin it in place, admiring my work. "There, done."

Penelope materializes a hand mirror and gasps when she sees her hair, turning her head to see every angle she can. "This is amazing! How'd you get so good at this?"

I wring my hands together as I pull away already reaching for the backpack that I had placed on another desk, and the strap slides out of my shaky fingers at first. "Um, a lot of practice. I used to braids my sister’s hair all the time when I lived at home. And honestly, Penelope, I should run before the team gets back."

"You definitely should," she jumps out of her chair and pulls me into another hug. "Thank you so much for doing my hair. And thank you for making Spencer so happy. It sounds cheesy but he really has been a million times happier, it's like he carries the sunshine with him and I guess that sunshine is you." I choke on an answer to her compliment but she doesn’t give me any time to come up with an appropriate response to her. "Can I at least have your number before you go? You know, just in case. And in case I'm having a super rare bad hair day and I need to stop at your house before work."

I hastily pull my phone out of my pocket and hand it over to her. "Yeah, of course," Penelope puts her number into my contacts and sends herself a text before handing it back to me. "It was really lovely to meet you, even if it was by accident."

"And it was wonderful to meet you. If anyone's dating our resident genius then I'm glad it's you. I have to say, I didn’t picture Spencer with someone who has tattoos and piercings but I really, really like you. I’m glad you’re dating him," Penelope leads me out of her office and over to the elevator, pressing the down button for me.

"I think that was a compliment so I'm just gonna say thank you,” the elevator rises too slow for my liking, and I find myself starting to shuffle back and forth on my feet and tug on my shaking fingers. “Hey, could you just make sure Spencer stops by his desk before he leaves? I would really appreciate that.”

“Can do,” she salutes to me the same way she did to Hotch as I step through the elevator doors before they are all the way open. “I can’t wait to see you soon. Have fun on your date night!”

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SPENCER

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Everyone is chatting on the elevator ride up but I’m silent, my hand shoved in my pocket, waiting for my phone to buzz with a text from Amelia. I expected some sort of text from her, especially after she saw me on the video call with Penelope. But I didn’t get any texts or calls from her so I just assume she is busy and I can ask her about her secret trip to the BAU when I see her later.

"So you're really not coming tonight?" Alex asks as we leave the elevator.

"No, I'm not. I really do have plans," I repeat, getting unconvinced looks from the whole team. Morgan holds the door for everyone as we step in and head to our desks, either loading or unloading our bags. I take a step towards my desk but before I can get more than a foot closer to it, Garcia comes barreling through the opened doors just before Morgan closes them.

“Hello, lovely friends!” She exclaims, somehow speaking louder than her normal excited voice. “I’m so glad you’re back, all safe and sound.”

Morgan chuckles, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “You-”

“Reid,” Penelope completely cuts off Morgan, and everyone’s eyes dart between me and her, “You should totally go to your desk before you leave. Okay, see you guys later.” With those rushed and frantic words, she turns on her heels and bolts back out of the glass doors.

“Well then,” JJ laughs, becoming the first to break away from the group and head to her desk, “that was weird, even by Penelope’s standards.”

Completely and utterly confused, I turn and walk towards my desk. My feet still on the carpet before I even get to my desk, though, because I first notice that my chair is out of place. It's pulled out a little bit- I always make sure to push it all the way in before I leave- and when I go to push it back under the desk, I find Garcia's lipstick-stained mug. When my eyes get drawn away from the mug, I find a new picture frame beside my computer with a piece of artwork that I quickly recognize to be Amelia’s. A huge grin comes to my face. So this is what Amelia was doing here.

With the stupidest of smiles on my face, I inspect the rest of my desk, hoping to find another surprise from my goddess of a girlfriend. And, to my elation, I find a familiar tin under my computer, and when I pull off the top to see what is inside, I discover the rest of our Christmas cookies. And when I turn the top of the tin over, I find a post-it note in Amelia's handwriting.

for when you forget to eat during cases -A.S

Her calligraphic handwriting is so beautiful. My heart is pounding and I swear I could cry as I put the top back on, wanting to preserve the freshness of the cookies for as long as I can, and set the tin back where Amelia had intended it to be. I grab Garcia's mug and I'm about to turn to return it to her when I catch sight of the other post-it stuck to my computer.

"What's that?" JJ is suddenly at my side, making me jump. "Pinky promise? What does that mean?"

My stupid smile has never been bigger. There’s no suppressing my joy now. "Not important. Have a good night. See you tomorrow."

I head past her and out the glass door, walking quickly to Garcia's door and knocking, barely waiting for an answer before entering. She's spinning around in her chair when I enter, squealing when she sees me. "Come give me a hug, you!" She jumps up and throws her arms around my shoulders, completely ignoring her mug, and my aversion to touch, but I don’t care at this moment. "I absolutely love her. She's sweet and she clearly cares about you if she came here to bring you cookies and leave you cute messages to make you happy after cases. Plus she braided my hair! Look!" Garcia pulls away and points to her head, showing me a braided hairstyle that I have seen Amelia wear many times. Most notably, our sixth coffee date. "I’m kind of already in love with her so it’s understandable that you are too!"

Penelope’s choice of such strong words jolts me back to reality, but I don’t have it in me to correct her. Correcting her use of the word love feels wrong. "Well, I'm glad you like her," I hand Garcia's mug back to her and she hurries to add it back to her collection of stuffed animals and knick-knacks. "And if you could just-"

"Keep it a secret? You got it! I'll zip my lips and I'll throw away the key. Your super juicy and cute and adorable and loving secret is safe in the lair with me," Garcia grins. "Now get out, for real. I heard from your blonde beauty that it’s date night tonight. Don’t be late! Get going!"

"Yeah, I'm going. Thank you, Garcia, it means a lot that you'd do this for us.”

"Anything to see you happy," she smiles as I hurry out of her lair, almost sprinting, not even bothering to use the elevator and opting for the stairs instead.

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I knock on Amelia's door, not even bothering to stop at home before going to her apartment. Something clatters inside her apartment and then some sort of muffled shouting and within another second, the door creeps open. I quickly scoop Amelia into my arms and spin her around in a hug, in maybe the most enthusiastic embrace we’ve shared. She latches onto me immediately, pulling her legs up to wrap around my waist, her head tucked into my neck. I feel her blow a puff out of her nose in a sad excuse for a laugh.

"You're absolutely remarkable," I compliment, twirling her around once more before attempting to set her back down on the floor. But Amelia doesn’t move at all. She just fists the back of my cardigan and holds me closer. I don’t mind this new embrace, though, so I tighten my grip around her waist too. "I saw you on the video chat and I thought it was you from that white shirt you were wearing, and then I heard your voice and I knew right away. And, of course, because of your tattoos."

"Just wanted to do something nice for you," her voice has never sounded so weak. She sounds wildly exhausted, even more than she does in the mornings, and the way her nails start to dig into my skin through my cardigan and shirt heightens my senses. “You deserve something nice.”

My eyebrows furrow at Amelia’s quiet voice. I hate this. I hate the darkness that she is radiating. It’s wrong of me to always expect her to be grinning and extroverted and bouncing off the walls like she always seems to be. Everyone has off days, but I have yet to experience an Amelia-off-day. I hate it. I place my hands on her waist and try to pull her away from my body so I can see her face. “What's wrong? You sound upset.”

"Nothing's wrong," she answers far too quickly for it to be the truth. Amelia’s movements are in slow motion as she untangles herself from my hold, placing her feet flat on the ground. When she’s no longer wrapped in my arms, she immediately turns her back to me and tries to walk off. I follow after her as quickly as I can, catching her hand in mine so she can’t go any further. “I’m fine, Spence.”

"Amelia, do I need to remind you of my job? You can tell me if something's wrong," I tug her closer to me, dropping her hand and grasping her waist instead. I feel her breathing speed up under my fingertips.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired, babe,” Amelia gives me a weak smile, one that doesn’t even reach her eyes. I’ve never seen her irises look so gray before.

"Do you want me to go home? I can let you get to sleep early-”

"No, no, please don't leave. I wanna hear about your case and your day and whatever else you wanna talk about,” she grabs onto my hand and pulls me to the couch. The couch is covered by the duvet from her bed as well as a mountain of pillows, and I have to laugh when she sits down and nearly disappears into the fluffy pillows. I pull back the blanket and sit beside her. Before I’m even fully sitting down, Amelia scoots closer and lays almost entirely on top of me, burying her face in my neck again. Her actions are incredibly concerning because while she has always been touchy and cuddly, this is on a whole new level of clingy. Not that I have anything wrong with cuddling and clinginess, but this Amelia is so different from the girl who usually opens the door.

"Okay well, the case wasn't good, by any means," I make quick work of toeing off my shoes, trying not to move too much and disturb Amelia, "but it was very, what's the word, satisfying to catch the unsub because he was just horrible."

"Aren't they all?" Amelia scoffs. "Do you ever not catch them?"

"If the case goes cold and the killer stops, then yeah, sometimes. That's when I feel the worst because then I feel like I can't get justice for the families and friends of those who were killed. I can't show them who killed their loved ones and they have to live in constant uncertainty. They'll just live their lives not knowing."

"That would feel so horrible.”

I’ve made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t profile Amelia and she has made it clear, in a lighthearted way, that she doesn’t want me to profile her. But in moments like these when something is clearly wrong and I want to help my girlfriend, I wish that I could use my skills to untangle the situation. Her body language and the inflection of every syllable that falls from her mouth and her microexpressions give away so much but I force myself to turn the other cheek and not pay any mind to them.

"I don’t really wanna talk about sad things today," it’s true, I don’t want to talk about one of the worst parts of my job but averting the conversation is to avoid adding more sadness into the atmosphere. Amelia clearly doesn’t need any more sadness. “Why don’t you tell me about your surprise trip to the BAU?”

"Got lost a little bit. The building is bigger than I thought it would be," Amelia gives me the first genuine smile of the night. "But it's really nice and I can see why you love it so much. And Penelope is wonderful."

"A part of me knew that you two would get along. You have similar energies, as both of you would say. I don’t understand the whole energy thing but whatever.” It’s my attempt at lighthearted conversation and it’s my attempt to make Amelia smile and then go on a rant about what it means to have a specific energy. But there’s no lightening of the conversation. She buries her head even further into my neck.

"Penelope is great, yeah. And, uh," her voice trails off, as it always does when she's about to say something that makes her nervous, "she told me she does a background check on everyone's boyfriend or girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah, that,” I laugh, rolling my eyes with a level of nonchalance that doesn’t fit the current energy of the room, “She says that to everyone but I don't think she actually does. I've never seen any proof. I never saw any proof for Savannah. She’s Morgan’s girlfriend," there’s a silence that follows my explanation and it doesn’t ease the tension that seems to suffocate me as the minutes fly by. I feel Amelia’s head bob up and down in a nod but no words come after. It takes me far too long to connect the dots. "Is that why you’re so-” I stop myself before I label her attitude in a way that might upset her further. I restart my thought. “Is the background check making you nervous? It’s kind of a joke. It’s nothing serious.”

"No," again, she answers way too fast for it to be the truth. "Well, I guess. I just- it's like when you're driving and there's a police car driving behind you, you know?" She overcompensates for her lies by talking way too much. "You know you're doing nothing wrong but you still get nervous. I mean, I feel like anyone would get nervous if they were told someone was doing a background check on them."

"Yeah, sure,” I nod my head despite having no clue what she means and suddenly not believing a word that falls out of her mouth.

The air, once again, falls dead. The suffocating feeling grows and I feel the need to flee. I need to get up and move around and escape how uncomfortable I am. It’s a horrible instinct, the worst I could have, but it builds in my chest and squeezes my lungs flat. Why am I feeling this way? Why do I so desperately need to leave Amelia when she is so clingy yet off-putting? Even if she isn’t opening up to me, she clearly needs me and I shouldn’t abandon her. She has never abandoned me on bad days. She makes every effort to comfort me and help to lift me out of my funk? I need to do the same thing for her. So why is it so hard?

“Hey,” I finally muster up enough confidence to speak even though my voice refuses to raise over a whisper, “do you want me to make something for dinner? I know you’re the better cook out of the two of us but-” I stop talking when I look down at Amelia. She’s fast asleep, her cheek smushed against my shoulder and her lips parted. It’s the most peaceful she has looked all night.

My head falls onto the back of the couch, eyelids fluttering closed. I wait for the thick air to travel out the windows now that Amelia is asleep, but it never does. It wraps me in its embrace in the same way that Amelia does. The tension pounds against my body when my intrusive thoughts start to swirl around in my head. It’s the most unpleasant of feelings but no matter how hard I try, they won’t go away. The walls start to cave in and I know that trying to hold them back is useless. So instead, I just succumb to the pressure and disappear into the pillows.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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The Fall 4

Harry Potter AU

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 3

Rating: M

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“Y/n, don’t do it. She isn’t worth it.”

Sirius said carefully as he followed you through Kings Cross. All he could see was the disaster waiting to happen!

“She needs to hear it! She is a horrible toad of a woman and has personally offended me.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder at James, who looked as nervous as he did. All he could see was your little 5’3 self storming up to his intimidating mother and telling her exactly what you thought of her! Sirius was ready to grab you, if need be, and vanish. Between James and himself, they could get you away before the sparks started flying.

The moment Walburga Black came into view, Sirius was pleading with you to just go another direction. He also knew telling you not to do something worked about as well as baptizing a cat. Once that you had something in your head, he needed to be ready to pick up the pieces. Typically Sirius didn’t mind. He was always ready to scoop you out of whatever mess your feisty temper got you into, however, his mother was another story.

“Mrs. Black?”

Walburga knew who you were. Y/n Potter was no secret to the Black family. Walburga knew that you had been with her son for over 2 years now and was probably part of the reason he went around the twist.

“What do you want, child? Haven’t you ruined my life and family enough?”

Walburga said, rolling her eyes. You didn't back down as so many people did when Walburga’s cold eyes fell on them.

“No, you’re done that yourself. How dare you hurt Sirius the way you have! You should be ashamed of yourself for being an abusive cold monster!”

Sirius quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. If Walburga cared for him at all, she wouldn't attack you while in his arms. Sure, it was a long shot but he couldn’t risk you being harmed.

“Stay out of things that you don’t understand. Sirius is no son of mine.”

You were trembling in Sirius’ arms as he hissed at you to calm down.

“I totally understand that you are a psychopath and I am thrilled that I won’t have to deal with you as my mother in law! You don’t have to worry about your son. I’ll give him the love that he deserves and that you are incapable of giving…”

Sirius’ eyes snapped open. He hadn’t had that dream in a long time. It seemed since Harry and yourself arrived a few days before; you were not leaving Sirius’ mind at all.

When Sirius tried to move, he became aware that he wasn’t alone. Looking down quickly, his mouth dropped seeing you draped across him. Your face was snuggled against his shoulder while your left arm was thrown across his chest.

“What did I do last night?”

Sirius thought as he tried to think about the previous evening. The conversation with you slowly replayed through his mind.

“You can kiss me all you want tomorrow.”

If you wanted nothing to do with him that would be one weird statement to make. Sirius slowly turned on his side before you wiggled right back against his chest. He slowly reached down and stroked his finger over your cheek.

Your hazel eyes fluttered open slowly. To Sirius’ relief, you didn’t jump and try to bolt from the room. Instead, you actually smiled at him. It had to be the most beautiful smile that he had seen in a long time too!

“I would ask what we did last night but we both have clothes on.”

Sirius said with a small grin. You smiled again.

“You were super drunk and arguing with your mother’s picture. Me getting in bed to cuddle you was the only thing that would shut you up.

Sirius rolled his eyes. That sounded like himself!

“You know that I’m a needy drunk. Does that promise of getting to kiss you anytime I want still stand?”

He was surprised when you leaned forward and pushed your lips to his. Sirius wanted to kiss you longer. When you pulled away, it took all he had not to protest.

“That should answer your question”

You replied with a shy smile.

“What changed your mind?”

Sirius asked out of curiosity. The day before, you were adamant that you would not take him back now you were in his bed offering kisses. Your hazel eyes rolled back to his.

“I don’t want to hold onto the bad parts of our past anymore. You’re here...I’m here. It's the way things are supposed to be.”

“Y/n, about what you told me...the way I acted...you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that alone. I should have stayed home that morning that I went after Peter like you asked. I was so angry…”

Sirius knew that he should have said more but the pounding in his head made finding all of the right words difficult. He was relieved when you seemed pleased with his apologies.

“I was angry that day too. Not at you, but at Peter. I also knew that there was no sense in arguing with you that morning. I knew that you were going to kill him and as bad as it sounds…I didn’t mind. I’m sorry that I bought into the whole narrative that you spread around. I know you better than that. I can’t even give you an excuse…”

Sirius shook his head.

“I don’t need one. Love, we were young. It was so easy to buy into anything in those days. You had just lost your parents then James and Lily...you were grieving and not in the right state. When I got out of Azkaban, I wanted to come to you right away! I wanted to come to you and just see your beautiful face...but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk you being harmed and at the time I had no way to care for you the way that I am supposed to.”

You pressed your lips together feeling the tears beginning to well up again

“I think that was one reason why I have been so hostile. I was hurt that you didn’t come after me. I thought that you didn’t care.”

Sirius frowned before reaching out, wiping some of the tears away from your cheeks.

“Didn’t care? Sweetheart, I cared very much. I wanted to make sure that I had some way to take care of you properly...be the husband that you deserved.I also wanted to get my hands on Pettigrew. That kind of went to hell though.”

You smiled. Sirius had grown up! When all of this had happened, he was still your rebel bad boy. You had been the responsible one in the relationship while Sirius was still “having fun.”

You reached out kissing him again.

“Sirius, I want you to listen to me. We are going to get him. He’s going to suffer for what he did and you’ll truly be a free man.”

You let your lips linger near his as you spoke. Sirius’ dark eyes locked with yours. This was the first time that he really resembled the man that you loved so much. He could drive you crazy but you had missed that smile!

“As long as you know that I am innocent that is enough for me now.”

Sirius pulled you into the first long meaningful kiss that the two of you had shared in a long time. You winced when Sirius’ hand closed around your injured one. Sirius quickly snapped his eyes open and looked down at your bandaged hand.

“What happened?”

You shrugged.

“I kind of got hit with a curse. You should see the other guy. He definitely came off worse.”

Sirius shook his head.

“We’ll need to get something on it. I mean it when I said that I can take care of Harry and yourself. You don’t have to keep putting yourself in danger.”

You slowly sat up enough to straddle his lap.

“I have been putting myself in danger since we were kids. It's hard to turn that off, love.”

Sirius had to admit that you were right. Both of you had a habit of getting into dangerous hobbies and activities.

“At least think about it.I don’t want to lose you when I’ve just gotten you back.”

You smiled as he leaned down for another kiss.

“So when does the horny boy that used to make me late for class show up?”

Sirius chuckled.

“I suppose the same could be said for the girl that wanted it as much as I did. You’re such a pain in my dick and ass.”

You pushed Sirius on his back before leaning down.

“That’s why you are crazy about me.”

You quickly got out of bed leaving Sirius booking after you with a lust-filled expression. He lit a cigarette before leaning back.

“Your dirty boy is right here. You are the one that got up. I’ve still got it.”

You smirked.

“Oh darling, I’m sure you do but your godson is probably awake now. He goes back to school in a day. I think that you can keep it in your pants until then”

Sirius inhaled before standing up.

“Doesn't mean that I can’t kiss you all that I want. You promised me after all…”

He gave you that cocky little girl that melted your heart. Sirius knew how to use his looks to his advantage with you and clearly that didn’t change.

“Want to go piss my mother’s painting off a bit?”

You didn’t know exactly what he had planned but the idea was tempting. Even though the painting would just screech like a banshee maybe Walburga burning down in hell would get the message.

“Sirius Black, what are you doing?

He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before taking your hand and leading you down the hallway.

You could hear Walburga screaming as the two of you walked down the stairs. Sirius smirked as he moved the curtains away from the portrait. The moment that Walburga saw Sirius she started her whole your no son of mine and blood traitor lines. Sirius glanced back at you before holding out a hand.

“Mum, want to watch something?

Sirius quickly pulled you to him before titling you backward in some 1950’s style kiss. Walburga’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she started screeching louder and louder.

“This painting is getting out of control…”

Remus’ voice came from the kitchen and stopped the moment that he walked to the living room seeing you in Sirius’ arms. This was the last thing that he was expecting! The night before the two of you were barely talking now you were both kissing like the world was ending!

“I see the two of you are doing much better.”

Sirius almost dropped you hearing Remus’ voice for the first time He was in a world totally of his own. Sirius quickly lifted you back up before meeting his friend’s gaze.

“Yeah, Moony it sure looks that way.”

Remus sighed. Something told him that this was going to end badly. While part of him was more than happy to see his best friends back together; the sensible side said this needed to be approached slowly. Judging by the fact the two of you were making out in front of \Walburga’s photo so quickly...slow most likely wasn’t going to happen!

“Y/n, can I talk to Sirius alone for a moment?”

You glanced between the two knowing that this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Remus, I think that I should stay...to moderate whatever is about to happen.”

Sirius patted your bottom before shaking his head.

“It's alright, love. Nothing is going to happen. I'll be in there with you shortly.”

You carefully looked between the two once more before turning and walking into the kitchen.

Sirius waited until you were out of the room before turning back to Remus.

“What?”

Remus sighed, shaking his head.

“The two of you need to slow down.”

Sirius rolled his eyes before lighting another cigarette.

“Remus, calm down and take off your mum apron. You act like Y/n and I have never been together. What is so wrong with the two of us wanting to be happy, huh?”

Remus crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nothing is wrong with it...I just think the two of you need to slow this down. The two of you aren’t the kids that you used to be.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder.

“Y/n and I will be just fine. We were before and we will…”

Remus nodded.

“That’s right….before. You have both changed a lot from when the two of you were together last.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. What was Remus getting at? Where was this sudden hostility coming from?

“Remus, stay out of it.”

Sirius turned to walk after you. Remus was silent for a moment before deciding that he needed to speak up.

“And if she gets pregnant again? What happens if you get caught and hauled back to Azkaban? Are you really waiting to risk making Y/n a potential single mother again because you can’t keep your hands off of her? Sirius, I knew that she was pregnant before. She didn’t have to tell me. I figured it out and had to watch her suffer. I am sick of playing the dumb guy that is clueless to everything. Having another child won’t replace the one that was lost.”

Sirius was silent for a moment before turning back to his friend.

“Then don’t be the dumb guy.”

Sirius turned and left Remus alone in the living room with only Walburga Black’s screeching voice with company.

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acrossthewavesoftime · 3 years

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10,12,13 for the asks! :)

Thanks so much for the asks!!! :) I have several people from history I'm extremely interested in, but since I've repeatedly posted about Samuel Graves (1713-1787), I've picked him:

10. What is your favourite quote by / about them?

Not so much quotes as experiences reading his, alas few, accessible private letters that give a little more personality and context to the naval officer. Have a little something from a letter to his cousin William, dated 12 October 1775:

Very much have your friend Lord C. and other Lords of that party to answer for. Their necks are too small a forfeit to their country. As to their heads, the Americans have sucked out their brains: they made use of those ready tools to prevent, till they were prepared, the indignation and resentment of Britain from being poured out upon them; [...].

I think the quote speaks for itself and illustrates why people found him a bit crass and rude. That said, contrary to the picture of the senile dodderer several fathoms out of his depth some contemporaries attempted to paint of him, the letter I quoted from also reveals a very thoughtful, aware and militarily able commander constrained by factors outside his sphere of influence.

There is also an interesting letter he wrote to a midshipman in 1775, containing this young man's orders for his first independent command that I find quite touching because it differs in tone from the orders he gave other officers as it has a politely distanced, yet distinctly paternal tone. You can tell from his detailed explanations and cautions to the young man he actually cared about those under his command and strove to reassure a likely excited, yet also nervous young man asked to take on a great responsibility for the first time.

If I had to go with one specific quote however, perhaps something that could be taken out of context and twisted enough by adding the obligatory picturesque landscape background and a terribly original cursive font until it looks and sounds like the kind of post you might get likes on Instagram for, I'd pick this one:

Go off, embrace whatever you want to do and don't hesitate or waste your opportunities because you're overthinking and waiting for time, place or other related factors to be perfect; this one dead dude tells you to anyway.

12. Let us know the three best books about your favourite historical figure!

The sad answer is, there is none. A lot of my research has involved primary documents or records thereof, the Naval Documents of the American Revolution (NDAR), the biographies of his ward and godson Elizabeth Posthuma and John Graves Simcoe with whom he was extremely close and, particularly regarding his service, various articles and publications relating to the Royal Navy in the mid- to late 18th century. One I found quite helpful is a dissertation by the title The Royal Navy in North America, 1774-1781. A Study In Command (Tillney, John Andrew, 1980).

13. If you had the chance to meet them, what is the first thing you would ask them?

It depends! Given I would have to travel back in time to meet him, the question of when exactly our paths would cross would impact which questions I would be able to ask him.

Suppose now I successfully managed to travel to, say, 1782 and found myself a person who can formally introduce me to Admiral Graves as the convention of the times dictates, I would probably ask him something completely inconsequential first to get a conversation going before slowly moving on to more intimate or controversial questions.

So, knowing he and his wife had a pretty metal taste in decorations (dark paintings and black sofas) I would probably compliment the sofa, ask him where such a tasteful piece of upholstered furniture might be got, before plopping down 'pon the same and ensnaring him in a longer conversation.

...might I return the ask and propose 5, 8 & 20?

Image credit:

Elizabeth Simcoe, A Bend in the St. Lawrence, c. 1792, wash on paper. Archives of Ontario via Wikimedia Commons [accessed 18 July 2021].

...just had to pick something by her because Samuel, quite the proud parent, showed off her art to his friends and acquaintances when she was a child.

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vaindumbass · 4 years

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No second war AU where Sirius comes to Hogwarts to visit his husband and godson but takes some time to chat with professors. (I totally suck at giving prompts, but I'm trying here, haha.)

thanks for the prompt friend!! I hope you like it! <3

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“Minnie!!” Sirius Lupin-Black yelled, before he took off towards McGonagall with his arms spread for a hug.

The transfiguration teacher looked at the full-grown man running towards her, and side-stepped him in the last moment.

A dull bonk sounded through the halls of Hogwarts once Sirius’ head met the wall, but he quickly recovered and turned around to give Minerva his most dazzling, if slightly lopsided, smile.

“No running is allowed in the halls, mister Lupin-Black.”

Instead of looking at his feet when faced with professor McGonagall’s disappointed stare, like most sane people would do, he smiled even brighter. “Is that stupid old rule still intact?”

Minerva raised an eyebrow. “Stupid?”

“Stupid.” Sirius affirmed. “How can people expect me to walk slowly when faced with your immense beauty? Is it so weird that I rush myself, just so I can be in your wonderful presence for a few seconds longer?”

A few of the students that had been in the corrider at the time swore that they had seen McGonagall smile at that. Not many people believed them.

“If I remember your sixth year correctly,” McGonagall answered, “then you told us you were gay, while confetti fell from the ceiling of the Great Hall, which was charmed to show rainbows. That was some fine spellwork”

“But, my Minnie munchkin,” Sirius says reverently, “I can proudly say that you are the only women I’m straight for. C’mon, just get away with me, we’ll fly to the Bahama’s and be free, Remus will understand.”

Before Minerva could even open her mouth to reject his offer (although Sirius would later say that she was just about to give in) the classes ended, and the hallways were suddenly packed with students.

Immediately, Sirius jumped behind McGonagall’s tall form, trying to hide himself from sight.

“I don’t think it’s necessary to do this,” Minerva said, looking down over her shoulder, “Everyone already knows you’re here. It’s a bit of a tradition at this point, isn’t it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sirius said, before dashing away towards the potions classroom.

The potions class had already started when he got there, but that didn’t stop him from throwing the door wide open. “Hello, Snivellus! How are you doing this fine morning?”

The entire class looked up at his entrance, and Sirius couldn’t be happier to notice the Weasley twins were part of the crowd. On the same occasion two years ago he’d visited their DADA class, and he had liked them quite a lot.

Severus, however, wasn’t as happy as the rest of the class to see him, judgind by the way he stiffened, and drawled: “I was doing better before you came in, Black.”

Sirius decided to ignore the jab at his last name. “But how could your day possibly be better without me? I’m hurt, Snivellus, but not surprised that you can’t appreciate gorgeous hair, judging by the state of your own.”

“I am trying to do something useful here, Black. I’m aware you wouldn’t know what that means, but do please respect it enough to stop disrupting my lesson.”

“I’m not ‘disrupting” Sirius said indignantly, “I’m entertaining! But don’t worry, I’m aware you wouldn’t know what that means.” Then, like the adult he is, he stuck out his tongue.

Snape didn’t seem to appreciate it as much as his class did. ΅Get. Out.”

“This really wasn’t a disruption though,” Sirius turned around, and walked away as slowly as he could, “you know what would be a disruption? If a dungbomb were to go off now.”

One wink directed at the Weasley twins later, Sirius closed the door behind him, a few traces of the foul smell lingering.

Whistling, he thought it might be around time he did what he came to Hogwarts for.

If he remembered the schedules well enough (and he had made sure to remember them well enough) Harry had just finished Care of Magical Creatures.

The grounds were empty, however. Sirius reasoned that, seeing as Hagrid did not do theoretical lessons, they would probably be in the Forbidden Forest. He did not feel like getting lost, so he decided to wait.

A few moments later a trail of students walked out of the forest, followed by Hagrid. The moment Sirius caught sight of Harry’s unruly mop of dark hair he ruffled it.

“If it isn’t my favourite godson!”

“And your only godson.” Harry said, with that sass that reminded Sirius of Lily.

“No matter! How was your lesson? Did Hagrid keep you safe?”

Hermione, a classmate that was a good friend of Harry, replied. “He did, altough I heard him saying that it would be more of an experience if there were no wards between us and the Thestrals. It’s a good thing that those wards are mandatory now.”

Sirius liked Hermione, he really did, but he didn’t like that she constantly managed to steer the conversation towards social justice topics.

Yes, Sirius Lupin-Black had, as the head of an important Pureblood family, and a warhero, managed to change the rules and stigma attached to werewolves, but that was mostly because he was selfish as hell and wanted his husband to be happy and able to teach.

He supported Hermione, of course, was even a part of S.P.E.W., but he should honestly get Hermione to owl James. James was, in the end, the one who cared the most for people outside of his loved ones.

“Thestrals, you say?”

“Yes,” Harry said, rapidly taking over the conversation, “but it was very boring, because they are, y’know, invisible.”

“Honestly, Harry, you should be happy you couldn’t see them.” Hermione berated. Sirius agreed with her.

“So,” Sirius said, as innocently as he could, “What subject is next?”

Ron looked at him, with a look as if he’d just realized something, “Defense Against the Dark Arts, of course! My brothers told me this day would come.”

Sirius was happy to hear that even after he had graduated from Hogwarts, he was still somewhat famous.

At this point, they had reached the DADA classroom. Sirius ushered the kids indide, but he himself did not enter. Yet.

He could hear everyone settling down, and even Hermione’s voice was clear when she said: “Aren’t werewolves usually a topic for our fourth year?”

Sirius immediately recognized the voice that answered her, because it was the voice of his amazing husband.

“Well, yes, but I try to teach about it on unexpected days, to avoid-” Sirius burst into the room. Remus voice took on the exasparated-but-fond tone that Sirius knew so well, “-this.”

“Hello!,” Sirius said, waving at the class, his wand already out to project the words: How To Recognize And Woo A Werewolf and a few pictures of Remus in various situations. The one where he was sleeping on the couch with a small, also sleeping, Harry in his arms, a wedding ring clearly visible on his hand, was Sirius’ favourite.

“I, whom you can call professor Lupin-Black, will be taking over for professor Lupin-Black today, to teach you all you need to know about werewolves, and then some more.”

Remus sighed, but still took a seat in the front row to listen.

Afterwards, Sirius revealed to his husband and his godson that he had taken some non-melting ice from Fortescue’s with him, and his husband interrogated him about how he knew the schedule every time, and his godson told him that he really did not need to see pictures of his godfathers kissing, he had already seen that often enough, thank you very much, and Sirius decided that maybe Harry had seen it often enough, but Sirius had not done it often enough, so he kissed Remus again, and when Sirius left Hogwarts he once again thanked McGonagall for always tellling him when the lesson about werewolves started.

#wolfstar #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter #wolfstar fanfiction #ron weasley #golden trio #im sorry this has gotten a bit long #but if you wanted to avoid that you shouldn't have given me such an amazing prompt soo #whose fault is it really?#remus lupin #sirius black #hermione granger #wolfstar fluff #marauders #my writing #mywriting

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the-faunal-frontier · 4 years

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Update: You and I Are Still Alive!

Hey everyone! I hope everyone is doing alright. It’s been hectic for me the last month and a half -- my one and only little baby godson was hospitalized for almost two weeks, then I had to go out of town, then I came back and all the toilet paper was gone (???), and then I had a girl from my church stay with me for a week who ended up having some major dental problems the same week and I had to step in and try to help her get treatment in a time where 4 out of 5 dentists agree that they don’t want to stay open, and then my best friend (mom of my godson) got pneumonia?? And it’s just been wild; I’m sure it’s been wild for all of you, just with the normal quarantine stuff.

Anyway, I sell cars, and that’s considered essential since it’s related to the transportation industry, so my workplace won’t be closing down. Nonetheless, my hours are going to pretty much be halved for the time being. Once I’ve gotten caught up on a few other things I’m behind on, I’ll start posting Cervidae!

I don’t consider myself a public figure that is qualified to just be giving pandemic advice, but let me just say: Yes, this is a strange and unprecedented time. But now is not the time to give in to fear. Just stand further apart, wash your hands, stop touching your face, and stay home if your sick. Go take a hike sometimes! You’ll really enjoy it! I watched the sunset from the maple in my back yard, I looked for snakes and lizards in the garden*, and I took a hike and saw an adorable chonky skink! Do something new and/or creative! Draw a picture, put together a puzzle, keep a journal, press some flowers, talk to family you haven’t talked to in a while! If we just sat around thinking about everything that could kill us all the time, we wouldn’t really be living. Make sure you’re living, not just surviving, this month. Here, let this skink inspire you:

See that? That’s a skink that is living it up. Live it up! Dont’ damage your mental health because you’re so worried about your physical health! Don’t let the virus figuratively take your life when it’s not even literally taking your life!

I’ll be back to posting soon. In the mean time, stop checking the news more than twice a day, cuddle with your pets, and may the plague never darken your doorstep!

*I found no snakes, but my mom found three in the days that followed.

#news #x #skink #livin it up #quarantine #i live on the hurricane-ravaged gulf coast #so i'm already used to the news scaring everyone into buying all the water #the CDC recommends you only check the news twice a day #for your mental health

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remywrites5 · 4 years

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OMG I LOVE your wolfstar WIP. Any chance I could ask for a mini wolfstar Christmas/holiday meetcute? 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Sirius held Harry’s hand as they made their way through the shopping center, not wanting to lose him in the Christmas crowd. It was December tenth, so there was still a decent amount of time before Christmas but the shopping center was still a madhouse. It would be easy to lose a six-year-old boy, especially because Harry had a tendency to wonder off.

“You excited, Haz?” Sirius asked, letting their arms swing playfully as they walked.

“Yeah Pads!” Harry said, his little face lighting up with excitement. “Do you think Santa will get me what I want for Christmas?”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t see why not.”

Harry beamed when he heard that. They got in line to see Santa and Sirius was relieved it wasn’t too long. He had purposefully brought Harry to see Santa on a Tuesday so that less people would be there. It was the perks of owning his own business that he got to just play hooky whenever he wanted.

Harry had had a dentist appointment to get his teeth cleaned and Sirius had offered to take him. Lily and James both had a hard time getting off work, where as the garage could run smoothly if Sirius wasn’t there. Sirius would take any excuse to hang out with his godson.

Truthfully, Sirius had never really thought about having kids of his own. With his messed up family, it wasn’t as if he wanted to pass along the crazy to some poor unsuspecting kid. And being gay meant it was hopefully something he wouldn’t have to worry about maybe ever. But he liked spending time with Harry and he loved being a godfather. He just wasn’t sure being a father was in the cards for him.

The line for Santa moved fairly quickly and before they knew it they were next in line. Harry was practically buzzing with excitement and Sirius couldn’t help feeling the same even though he knew it was just some bloke in an outfit. Harry’s enthusiasm was catching.

Sirius paid to get the picture with Santa because he knew James would kill him if he didn’t. James was obsessed with getting pictures of everything as if they were all in danger of getting amnesia any second.

Harry climbed up onto Santa’s lap and gave him a quick hug. Sirius covered his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing. Harry managed to stay still long enough to get his picture taken and then launched into all the trains and Legos and Ninja Turtles he wanted for Christmas.

Sirius couldn’t help noticing that Santa kept glancing his way and he wasn’t sure if it was in an “oh my god get your overzealous child away from me please” kind of way or if maybe Santa wanted to fuck him kind of way. Which was…interesting to say the least. Sirius licked his lips and caught Santa staring at his mouth.

Oh yeah, Santa definitely wanted to fuck him.

“Come on, Haz,” Sirius said, stepping over and holding out his hand. “Let’s give someone else a chance to talk to Santa.”

“Aww but Pads!” Harry whined, refusing to take Sirius’ hand. “I wasn’t done.”

“What would you like for Christmas?” Santa asked Sirius.

Sirius smirked. “Should I get on your lap as well?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at Santa. Oh Christ, was he flirting with father Christmas?

“Might make the children upset,” Santa said with a wink.

Sirius blinked a few times. Santa had just fucking winked at him. “Don’t think Mrs. Claus would like it much either. Come on, Harry.” Sirius lifted his godson up and held him against his hip. “See you around, Santa.”

“Merry Christmas!”

***

Sirius took Harry around the shopping center and they got some lunch and some toys. Sirius figured there was no harm in a few early Christmas presents. When it got to be three o’clock, he took Harry to the front entrance where they were meant to meet Lily.

“Was he well behaved?” Lily asked, giving Harry a big hug.

“He was great,” Sirius said, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Got a picture with Santa and everything. Give this to James so he doesn’t murder me.”

Lily laughed and put the picture into her purse. “I’ll give him the picture but I can’t promise on the other part. He might be annoyed with you for buying Harry all these presents before Christmas.”

“Tis the season and all that.”

Lily sighed. “You’ll spoil him rotten, Black.”

Sirius grinned in response. “That’s what godfathers are for.”

Lily shook her head and gave Sirius a quick hug. She thanked Sirius for watching Harry and then ushered her son towards the car. Sirius turned around and was about to head back into the shopping center to do a little more Christmas shopping without an impatient Harry with him. He stopped when he noticed a guy leaning against the building smoking.

“We’re divorced, by the way,” the guy said as if he and Sirius were in the middle of a conversation. “Me and the Mrs.”

Sirius frowned in confusion until he got a bit closer. Those hazel eyes looked very familiar. “Oh my god, Santa?”

“It’s Remus, actually,” Santa said, taking another drag off his cigarette.

Sirius cocked his head to the side and looked Remus over. Out of the Santa suit, he was really quite fit, tall and lean with light brown curls falling into his face. He wore khakis and a jumper with a red and green scarf around his neck. He looked soft and sweet. “Sirius. Nice to meet you.” He took a few steps closer and shoved his hands in his leather jacket. “Do you always tell strangers such personal things about yourself?”

Remus shrugged. “Might just be you.”

“Ah,” Sirius said, his lips twitching with the want to smile. “And what is it about me that’s got you sharing? My devilish good looks? My bad boy attitude?”

“It was the way you were with your son,” Remus admitted, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his shoe.

Sirius laughed. “Oh Harry’s not my son. He’s my best mate’s kid. I’m his Godfather.”

“Oh,” Remus said, ducking his head down. “Sorry, I just thought – “

“It’s okay.” Sirius told him, elbowing him lightly. “Haven’t lost your good opinion of me though, have I?”

��Well you’ve still got those devilish good looks and the bad boy attitude,” Remus said sarcastically. Sirius decided he liked him already. “Although I’m not sure bad boys take their godsons to see Santa.”

“They do,” Sirius said, sliding his fingers through his hair, noticing Remus watching him attentively. “They just flirt with Santa while they do it.”

“So you were flirting?”

“Only because you were making bedroom eyes at me.”

“Couldn’t help myself.”

Sirius feigned a put upon sigh. “They never can.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You want to go get a coffee or something?”

“You don’t have to be getting back to the North Pole?” Sirius quipped, already heading for the door to get back into the shopping center. He noticed Remus was following him. “Hear you’re quite busy this time of year.”

“That’s why I rely on slave labor to get all the toys made,” Remus joked, falling into the step with Sirius once they were past the door.

“Those poor elves. You really are a monster, Santa.”

***

Over coffee, Sirius got to know a lot about Remus. At first it seemed Remus was reluctant to talk about himself but Sirius kept pushing until he got Remus to open up. He found out Remus was a supply teacher while going to school to finish up his degree. He did the Santa thing for a little extra cash around the holidays. Remus had been married before and was now divorced. They apparently still had a pretty good relationship despite no longer being in love.

He also learned that Remus had a son named Teddy, who was three, with blue hair. Remus proudly showed off a picture of his son from his phone and Sirius wondered idly if that was just a dad thing. He thought Remus and James would get along splendidly.

Sirius liked Remus, the conversation flowed easily, and Sirius had never met someone who he clicked with so easily. But the whole divorced with a kid thing was knocking him for a bit of a loop. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to get involved with someone with that much baggage. He’d never dated anyone with a child before.

He ended up going home with Remus anyway, tearing each other’s clothes off the moment they were inside Remus’ flat. It was stupid and reckless – two things Sirius Black was practically known for - but it felt good to kiss Remus and Sirius wanted him more than he could put into words.

***

Sirius decided to surprise Remus on Christmas Eve. James and Lily were visiting Lily’s parents for Christmas Eve and so Sirius had no one to spend it with, except maybe his favorite Santa impersonator. He had brought over a bottle of wine and figured he and Remus could drink it while cuddling on the sofa. He rapped his knuckles on Remus’ front door and waited. It was bloody freezing out and he wished Remus would hurry the fuck up and open the door.

He heard a bit of a commotion from inside and then Remus opened up looking a little frazzled. “Sirius?” he said, clearly caught off guard. “Did we have plans?”

“No,” Sirius said, suddenly feeling a bit foolish. “I wanted to surprise you. I should have called.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Remus said, glancing back behind him for a moment. “It’s just I’ve got Teddy tonight.”

“Oh.”

“I get him on Christmas eve and Dora gets him Christmas Day,” Remus explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean you’re welcome to join us…”

“No, I – I shouldn’t intrude on your Christmas,” Sirius said, shaking his head. Fuck, why hadn’t he called?

“You wouldn’t be intruding, Sirius, I just thought – “

“It’s too soon, isn’t it?” Sirius interrupted. “I mean we’ve only just started…whatever this is and Christmas is a big deal, right? And we don’t even know if your son is going to like me.”

Remus smiled warmly. “Teddy is going to love you. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Your son liking me better than you?” Sirius managed to tease even though his heart was pounding against his ribcage.

“Well no, maybe, he probably would.” Remus laughed and shook his head. “I’m just very cautious when it comes to Teddy and introducing him to the people I date. I usually don’t bring people round to meet him until I know it’s serious.”

“I’m already Sirius so…”

Remus rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Christ, you’re intolerable.”

Sirius chuckled. “You like me, admit it.”

“I do,” Remus said, chewing his bottom lip as if deciding something. “Oh fuck it, just come inside. Have Christmas with us and the rest will sort itself out.”

Sirius hesitated for a moment on the doorstep and then went inside. He gave Remus a quick kiss hello and handed him the bottle of wine. He was going to need a bit of liquid courage to get through the evening. This felt like a test and even though Sirius knew he was good with kids he was nervous about failing. He really liked Remus and didn’t want to fuck things up.

Teddy came bounding into the room, holding a toy plane and making it fly around the room. He stopped when he noticed Sirius, eyeing him suspiciously. Sirius gave him a smile and a quick wave. “Hey sprog, I’m Sirius. I’m a friend of your dad’s.”

“Friend?” Teddy asked, glancing at his dad. “My friend?”

“Sure,” Sirius said, crouching down next to Teddy. “We can be friends. I’d really like that.”

Teddy looked at Sirius and then at his toy plane. “I only gots one plane,” he said, clutching it to his chest.

“That’s okay,” Sirius said, ruffling Teddy’s blue hair. The three-year-old scowled at him in response.

“Wanna play toy carses? I have lots of those!”

“Sure!” Sirius said enthusiastically. “You know I actually fix cars for my job.”

“You do?” Teddy asked, his little eyes going wide.

“Yeah. Maybe one day you and your dad can come visit me at my workshop and I’ll show you what a car looks like from the inside.”

Teddy’s face lit up in excitement. “Can we daddy?”

Remus nodded. “Of course.”

Sirius kept Teddy entertained while Remus made them Christmas dinner. They played toy cars and Teddy kept making them crash so that Sirius had to fix them. Sirius was relieved that he wasn’t absolutely blowing this. When they all sat down for dinner, Sirius found he couldn’t stop smiling. Trying to get Teddy to eat was like a hostage negotiation and Sirius marveled at Remus’ unending patience.

After dinner, Remus took Teddy upstairs to put him to bed while Sirius opened the bottle of wine. He sipped it in between putting stuff away in the fridge. It was all so terribly domestic and Sirius was a little unnerved by how easily he could see this becoming his life. He convinced himself it was just Christmas clouding everything. He’d be back to his normal self in the new year.

Sirius had finished his first glass of wine and was just about to pour a second one when Remus appeared in the doorway. “You got one of those for me?”

Sirius grinned and got a second glass down, pouring Remus some wine and then filling his own cup. “So…”

“So,” Remus echoed, taking a drink from his wine. “What’s the verdict?”

“Hmm?” Sirius asked, not understanding.

Remus sighed and put his glass back on the counter. “You were really good with Teddy tonight and it got my hopes up that maybe this could really work, you know? But just because you’re good with kids doesn’t mean you want to take him on or me. If this is too much I completely understand.”

“It is too much,” Sirius confessed softly.

Remus’ face fell and he turned away quickly. “Right.”

“No, Remus,” Sirius said, grabbing his arm and tugging him back. “It’s too much in a good way. Fuck, I’m half in love with you already and Teddy is amazing. It’s too much, you get me?”

Remus shook his head. “Not even a little bit,” he teased, stepping in closer to Sirius. “But I understood the part about being half in love with me and my son being amazing and I’ll take that.”

Sirius huffed in annoyance of not being able to express himself properly. “Santa, I’m ready to tell you what I want for Christmas.”

“Oh?” Remus said, smiling softly in amusement. “And what’s what?”

“I want to cuddle on the sofa and drink wine. I want to watch Teddy open his presents tomorrow morning. I want to take you to Lily and James’ for Christmas dinner so they can meet you. I want our lives to get so entwined that I can’t tell what’s mine and what’s yours anymore.”

Remus stared at him for a long time as if awed by Sirius’ confession. Sirius took a moment to have a little freak out, worried that he’d done too much too fast, overwhelmed Remus with all his soppy bollocks. Slowly a smile spread across Remus’ lips and he pulled Sirius into a kiss. “That’s what I want for Christmas too.”

#wolfstar #I write things #fluff #background jily #long post #anon prompt #christmas prompt #modern au

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sincerlypadfoot · 3 years

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The Fifth Marauder (Chapter Eight)

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Harry's First Birthday

It was a shining day on July 31st 1981, my curtains blocked most of the sun that came in which I was grateful about. One thing I was not grateful about this shining morning.

“Good morning, get up get up!” Sirius Black shouted barging into my room. “I do not know what to get Harry, his birthday is today and I don’t know what to get him,” He cried out falling onto my bed.

“Sirius, just because i’m letting you stay with me, does not mean you can just barge into my room.” I groaned pulling the blanket up to my chest and rolling onto my side, shutting my eyes once more.

“How are you not panicking yet, you haven’t bought him anything yet either and your his godmother!” Sirius pulled onto the blanket causing me to get angry.

“Sirius Black,” I cried out sticking my arm out of my blanket and reaching for my wand. “Accio birthday gift,” I felt a box fall onto my stomach and Sirius gasping.

“What did you get him?” Sirius asked picking up the box, I quickly sat up and took the box from him.

“You’ll see when Harry opens it,” I paused placing the medium sized box beside me. “Sirius, think about it, what do you think Harry will like, and will use in the future,”

Sirius stayed silent for a moment, thinking to himself, his head was pointed down, and his skin was glowing from the light admitting behind the curtain, I looked on his back, admiring the tattoos he had gotten throughout the years.

“I’ve got it!” Sirius shouted standing up. “Thank you Ellie, thank you so much,” Sirius ran out of the room, slamming the door making me smile and lean back in my bed, preparing myself for the rushed day it was going to be, I rolled my eyes at the nickname he had given me.

I pushed my blankets off of me, covering the shining blue wrapped box, thanks to magic.

For almost four years, Sirius Black had been living in my tiny apartment, at his request, since he hadn’t want to bother the Potters after they got married and Remus was to far of a neat freak for Sirius so he had moved in here.

“Sirius!” I called out looking around my apartment, from my room Sirius room laid across, with a bathroom at the complete end of the hall, then a long hallway entering the living room, which was fairly large for the most part then the kitchen turning left.

“I’m leaving, I promise i’ll be back in the hour!” Sirius called out from his room, I rolled my eyes walking into the bathroom and shutting the door, my towel laid still, which wasn’t all a problem but since it wasn’t where I last put it, caused a problem.

“Quick using my towel Sirius!” I yelled as I turned the water on and started undressing myself. Locking the door with my wand, not wanting any unwanted visitors. The water quickly became hot and I jumped in, enjoying, again, the peace and quiet.

“Sirius is gone, please tell me what you got Harry!” Remus shouted walking into the bathroom. “Please,”

I stuck my head out of the curtain and looked at the boy who didn’t even live close to our house. “Remus get out of my house, I am not telling you and i’m naked!”

“And i’m gay, come on tell me,” Remus sat down on our sink crossing his arms, I shook my head sticking my head back into the shower.

“What did you get Harry?” I asked washing my hair, slowly unbothered by Remus who hummed to himself.

“Whatever Sirius gets him, did you not hear us last night agreeing on what to get the boy,” Remus shouted, I rolled my eyes sticking my soapy head back out.

“No, but you guys should also learn to silence yourselves, some people like peace and quiet well sleeping,” Remus’ face went bright red as I finished my sentence.

“Yeah, if you could, keep it a secret, that would be greatly appreciated y/n,” I stuck my head, once again back in the shower and continued to wash my hair. “You think Sirius actually likes me, or you know, cause i’m so irresistible sexy,”

I snorted at the end of his sentence, getting soap in my eye in the process. “Yeah I think you might be right Remus, only liking you for your irresistible ness,” I joked rolling my eyes paused and shutting off the shower and grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself. “No Remus,” I paused getting out of the shower covered. “He likes you, all he does is talk about you, don’t come barging into my room now,” I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room letting a breath out and shutting my door, locking it again.

“Oh come on, you can’t just tell me that and not give me any more information, what does he talk about, does he like my hair, does he think i’m weird!” Remus banged on my door, I rolled my eyes, dropping my towel and walking naked over towards my dresser.

“Move out of the way, i’ve got this!” Sirius yelled, I heard my locket click, I grabbed my wand, shutting my door.

“I am naked! I will be out in a second, go make out with each other and leave me alone or i’ll kick you out Sirius, personal space!” I screamed slamming my door shut with my hands now. “You both like each other, do something about it, or clean the house, anything!”

“Sorry y/n,” The pair whispered walking away.

“Do you actually like me?” I heard Sirius say making me smile, I turned back around and took a pair of nice jeans out of my dresser and a long wool sweater, slipping them on quickly.

“Are you guys ready to go?” I yelled out grabbing my wand and present, then swung my door open, Sirius had Remus pinned against the wall, causing my hands to swing over my eyes.

“Yes, Sirius get off of him,” Remus mocked, removing his hands from Sirius chest and watching Remus use all his force to push Sirius off. “We decided on getting Harry a shared gift,” His smile lit the whole room for Sirius who stood holding a long shaped box in his hands.

“Come on Remus, y/n, we’ve got a birthday party to attend too,” Sirius smiled brightly, grabbing the floo powder from the fireplace. “Godric's hollow!” The green fire covered Sirius, leaving Remus and I.

“Race you!” I shouted chuckled, darting to the fireplace, Remus and I both managing the fit in.

“Godric's hollow!” Remus shouted and the smoke took over the both of us, we ended up infront of Sirius who looked around the house

“They’re not home, we’re home alone,” Sirius chuckled helping the two of us out of the fireplace. “Must be out, what should we do,”

I smirked looking around the house, undecorated. “Why don’t we charm this place up, i’m sure there are a few things we can pull out our asses,” I chuckled walking into the living room.

“This is why your the smart one here,” Sirius hummed kissing the top of my head and pulling his wand out of his pocket.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a empty glass and pointing my wand down. “Aguamenti,” water appeared and I chuckled it down, ready to decorate.

“Herbivicus!” Sirius shouted causing both Remus and I to turn around with a smile, the plants that were nearly buds were now fully grown, Lilies and tulips hung on the window ledges.

After a hour of decorating the house, balloons hung up, a large one in the middle of the living room and two presents beside the one made the three smile.

“Harry we’re home,” Lily brightly said, but her voice stopped and little “o”s came out of her mouth.

“Surprise!” Sirius, remus and I all shouted jumping out of the living room with a smile, looking a baby Harry, James who had a giant smile from ear to ear and Lily who looked like she was going to cry.

“Let me see my godson, big boy Harry,” Sirius excitedly jumped, walking over to Harry and taking him out of Lilys arms, cooing in his face.

“You guys really surprised us,” James walked over to us, pulling Remus and I into a hug.

“We’re glad,” I whispered holding onto James. “What did you guys do today?” I asked as we all let go.

“Brought Harry for ice cream and picked him out some new clothes, isn’t that right James,” Lily pipped in, bringing me into a hug. “I’m glad you’ve done this love, it’s lovely,”

“Come on Harry, I wanna show you what Uncle Remus and I got you,” Sirius ran passed the four of us, causing Harry to burst into laughing, Lily looked worried but calm at Sirius

“Me first,” I smiled grabbing my light blue gift and sitting down beside Harry who crawled onto my lap. “Here you go little guy,” I pushed the box lightly to Harry, letting him unwrap it.

“Box!” Harry shouted, making everyone burst into a fit as he looked a plan white box, Harry was everyone's pride and joy, and the boy would have everyone killed for him to live.

“Open it buddy,” I whispered, helping him a bit more, his hand reached into a box, pulling out a snowglobes. A little boy, brown hair sat on the ground infront of a large snowman, alone.

“Oh y/n, it’s amazing,” James said a bit confused. “What is it?” He asked causing Lily to lightly shove his shoulder.

I grabbed my wand from beside him, looking at Harry with a smile then placing my wand on the top, I watched as five figures came out, Lily and James hand in hand, Sirius and Remus also hand in and then I who came out, snow fell down.

“It’s beautiful,” Lily whispered, Harry looked down, admiring and laughing as he watches all the figures inside do their own thing.

“I figured, if pictures could move, I could do it with anything, it’s simple to stop, and I thought he’d love it,” I leaned down, planting a kiss on Harry's head, he smiled looking down still.

“Us next,” Sirius jumped up, causing Harry to jump then look up at me, my lips curled, holding back my tears, knowing i’d do anything for that kid.

“This is from Uncle Sirius and I,” Remus moved beside Harry, wrapped his arms around the kid, I stopped the snowglobe, watches the figures freeze then placing it gently back in the box.

“Oh you did not,” Lily bursted out laughing as Sirius bent down, placing the long box on Harry's lap.

“OH we totally did,” Sirius smirked, helping Harry unwrap the gift, a small, toddler sized broom was unwrapped.

“Bloody hell, my kids gonna be a star, we have to go try it out!” James jumped from the couch but Lily pulled him down.

“After darling,” Lily whispered, causing me to smile, I looked at her then down at the broom, Harry held it in his little wee hands as Sirius explained everything to him.

“We did good you know,” Remus whispered leaning his head on mine. “I love the snow globe, it’s perfect,”

I stayed silent for a moment, admiring Sirius, and everyone else in the room. “Yeah, we did really good,”

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