So Like, Anyone Gonna Be Making Paul Atreides Smut Or Should I?

So like, anyone gonna be making Paul Atreides smut or should I?

Encanto would have been over in 5 minutes if I found out I didn't have a gift because I definitely would have killed myself 💀

Imagine visiting your wife Xialing at work:

"Hello my beautiful wife."

"Get your hands off them." Xialing ordered her security, the two on either side of you letting go of you. You smiled widely despite them, making your way to her. You expected this kind of treatment. No matter what you said, neither believed that you were together, that she was even married. Xialing never wore her ring at work, and spoke little of her personal life. It was better this way, it was safer for you. If anything were to happen to you, she'd never forgive herself. It was better this way. Besides, she liked keeping you to herself. You never would have showed up out of the blue, but this was important. It was life and death, at least that's how you explained it on the phone. She could see though, it was neither that serious nor would it ever be.

"You forgot your lunch." She took the container from you, giving you a kiss. Her lipstick smudging on your cheek. You tried to ignore the look she was giving you. You sighed, slightly embarrassed. "Okay, maybe not life and death, but I can't let you go hungry can I?" Funny, sweet, she found herself falling for you all over again. Her guards looked at her sideways, but she chose not to take notice. She wasn't the affectionate type, at least not with anyone else. You brought our this softer side of her that reminded her so much of her mother. She was beyond grateful for you and the leftovers you brought her. You were the best part of her day.

"Thank you."

I Like Me Better | D.M.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Killing curse, Dumbledore's death, mentions of suicide but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 4.5k words

Summary: How does the Slytherin Prince end up with the most muggle muggleborn he had ever met? Draco likes himself better when he's with you.

(Y/N) (L/N) was the most muggle muggleborn to ever attend Hogwarts. While muggleborns usually tried hard to incorporate the more magical aspects of their life, you wanted to remain as true to your roots as possible.

You found other wizards and witches that grew up in muggle England and befriended them, bonding over how you were the only ones who knew any pop-culture references. Sure, it was a little awkward that you were the one trying the least to completely integrate into their society, but you liked your life as a muggle, and you enjoyed it as a wizard as well. There shouldn't be any reason to separate the two.

It was much easier considering you roomed with other muggleborns like Hermione, and you'd usually end up having random jamming sessions before going to bed while you sang old High School Musical and Disney songs.

Wizards were very underwhelmed when it came to absolutely everything so when you viewed the world as a muggle, it was more enjoyable.

And that was the exact thought when you noticed that it was raining, and the courtyard was full of small puddles.

You grabbed Fred's hand and tugged him into the rain, but he resisted, glaring at you lightly, "It's raining."

You simply returned it with a bright smile, "So, we'll get wet."

Never being able to resist a chance at fun and your pleading eyes, Fred quickly relented, grabbing George, who grabbed Ron, who grabbed Harry, who grabbed Hermione and suddenly everyone was playing in the rain.

You cast an engorgement charm on the small puddles to make them larger and deeper and leapt into them, splashing George's pants and he kicked water at you to retaliate. You laughed when Hermione used a charm to deflect the rain falling on her to hit Ron in the face and you did the same to Harry.

Watching you have fun, others started to join into the water fight and pretty soon 3 of 4 houses were part of the school wide water fight. One guess to which house wasn’t bothering to join. Lavender Brown tripped and fell into a puddle and was suddenly being dragged across the courtyard on her butt by Parvati who was laughing maniacally.

Seamus redirected a stream of water at you that you quickly redirected behind you and into the corridor, not realizing that someone was standing there until you heard, "Oi! Watch it, you imbeci--"

Draco's words were caught in his throat the second you turned around with beautiful sparkling eyes, raindrops running down your face and a smile so bright it rivalled the sun that was currently hidden behind dark clouds.

You were breathless from how much fun you were having and though you felt sorry for accidentally dousing some unsuspecting student in cold water, you couldn't get the smile off your face.

"I'm sorry about that."

"You should be." He spat back, regaining himself and you narrowed your eyes in a teasing glare, "Well, if you want to make it even, all you have to do is join."

He could have taken the snide road and complained to a teacher. He could have called you the worst name he could think of and ruin the entire party, simply because you were having so much fun without him. But he could also join in and be part of the party.

And he wanted to keep seeing you smile.

So, he took one cautious step into the rain and immediately felt cold droplets gently drizzle on his hair, running down his face and felt his clothes get uncomfortably wet.

You smiled gently, tapping the centre of his forehead with your wand, "Warming charm. Wouldn't want you to get sick, you already look a little pale."

He'd blame the warming charm for the pink that painted itself across his face.

Draco was actually pretty bad at this. He'd stop every time he got a splash to the face to wipe his eyes and try to salvage his hair, getting another shot of water before he could even try.

You were laughing cheerfully, splashing water at him and eventually when you realized that he wasn't having as good a time as you were, you put your wand away, reaching for his hand and began jumping into puddles with him.

He was a little off beat and clumsy, scared to get his trousers covered in muddy water but you just held his hand a little tighter, grinning brightly at him with colour flushed across your cheeks from the cold or the exercise.

When Draco tripped into one of the puddles and fell on his bum, you laughed loudly while helping to his feet and he felt his ears and neck burn in embarrassment until you slipped and fell yourself.

You were laying on your back, hair soggy from the rain and mud but you were laughing happily, and he realized that you hadn't been laughing at him, just laughing with him.

Pity he didn't laugh at himself with you.

He didn't even get a chance to take out his wand and throw streams of water at you before Professor McGonagall had appeared and ordered for it all to stop.

Everyone was lined up in the courtyard with the rain still pouring over you, staring at the professor as she continued to watch the students with a displeased frown.

"Who started this?"

You didn't hesitate before raising your hand with an apologetic smile on your face. Draco glanced at you with an apprehensive expression. You didn't stop smiling even when caught?

"What is the meaning of this Miss (L/N)?"

"I'm sorry professor, the rain was really pretty, and I guess I got a little too excited." You giggled at yourself, unable to control the blush that crept onto your face. The others hid their smiles at you; they wouldn't have minded if they got punished but the fact that you stepped up had them liking you even more.

Professor McGonagall couldn't stop the small smile that grew on her face, "Well, you'll be facing one day of detention for this Miss (L/N). And it would be redundant to take way house points since all the houses were involved." She said, glancing at Draco.

'I could've used this opportunity to put Slytherin the lead? I shouldn't have--' Draco thought but you nudged him teasingly and smiling so widely that your eyes got smaller, and the thought immediately disappeared from his mind.

You had muddy clothes, blotchy cheeks, wet straggly hair that was stuck to the sides of your face and a runny nose, but Draco had never wanted to kiss anyone more than he did at that moment when he noticed the raindrops on your lips.

"I hope I made up for accidentally soaking you."

***

Draco had somehow managed to convince his friends that he hadn't voluntarily joined the other houses in the rain, and you had just managed to douse him with water and when he was coming into the courtyard for payback, the professor showed up.

He thought it would maintain his image and the topic would be dropped then.

The last thing he was expected was them trying to get even on his behalf.

The Slytherins had been waiting for an opportunity to mess with you. Unlike the golden trio, who always presented them with opportunities for a good fight, you had never actually gotten involved with them.

Whether it was consciously done or completely by luck, you never ran into them in the halls or accidently bumped into one of them in class. They had never known you aside from watching you from afar and they knew that you were quite popular amongst the other students for your personality.

So, the fact that you had messed with the Slytherin Prince gave them the perfect chance to show you the treatment they had been giving others of your kind.

They decided to do so in the most dramatic way possible. Of course.

Draco hadn't even been expecting it when Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle hurried to catch you in the halls and drew their wands, "Levicorpus."

Your books scattered out of your hands, and you were relieved that you decided to wear pants when your body suddenly froze, and you were levitated by your ankles’ upside down.

You didn't even have to think twice before speaking the counter charm and you fell into a heap on the ground with a soft groan.

Draco's own hand hovered over his wand, wondering briefly whether to join them or stop them when you stood up with the three of them towering over you.

But instead of tearing up or backing away like he expected, he was frozen in his steps when you smirked at the gang of them.

"What? Are you three going to try and overpower me?"

"We'll do worse than that mudblood." Pansy hissed and he expected you to recoil, being called the worst name in the book but your smirk grew instead, looking unfazed, "It's funny that you try and undermine me with a word. We're all wizards here, we know that some words have power, but that word has none over me."

You were proud. And you weren't going to let anyone take that from you.

You raised your wands before they did, catching Crabbe and Goyle off with an Impediment Charm and then a Jelly-Legs jinx. They toppled to the ground only after you had disarmed all three of them and knocking the wands out of their hands.

Pansy was the only one that remained standing in front of you and unarmed.

Draco honestly thought you were going to send a hex towards her, but you continued to surprise him when you threw your wand by your pile of books before curling your hand into a fist and socking her right in her stupid crooked nose.

Startled, Pansy fell to the ground, clutching her probably broken nose and you grimaced at her blood on your knuckles.

"If you're going to pick fights because I'm a muggleborn, then I'm going to fight like one." You spat, wiping away the blood on her pristine white shirt before grabbing your stuff and turning on your heel.

Pansy was in far too much pain to grab her wand and send a curse towards you and Draco was in too much of a stupor to even move his feet as he watched you sashay away with your head held high.

***

"Hello."

You were startled and jumped in your place when Draco greeted you on the Astronomy tower. You had received multiple detentions for punching Pansy in the face and word had travelled around the castle quickly, getting wilder and wilder with each person it travelled to.

The last you heard; you had punched Pansy so hard that a tooth got knocked out but that was hardly the case.

Now, your punishment in detention was to grade the astronomy chart quiz taken in class today. Tons of students had attempted charting the stars from memory in the quiz and you had to grade each and every one of them. Your eyes were starting to hurt, and you were only seeing dots.

You were beginning to get drowsy, since you had quidditch practice early this morning and barely got any sleep and you were certain you would have fallen asleep had Draco not scared you awake.

"Hi? What are you doing up here?"

He shrugged, looking like he didn't know himself before he grabbed a quill and sat beside you, helping you with some of the charts you had to mark. You both worked in silence for a while, the only sound coming from the scratching of the quills on the parchment or the cool wind blowing. You had to use a sticking charm to get the papers to stop flying.

"Not that I mind the company," You began, looking up from the chart once you felt your eyes beginning to unfocus from staring at dots for such a long time, "But why are you missing dinner to mark tests?"

"Just thought you shouldn't be lonely. It's bad enough that you took the blame for the whole incident when it clearly wasn't your fault." He murmured, seemingly interested with what was drawn on the parchment in his lap.

"Oh? It wasn't my fault? Your friends seem to think that I'm at fault for simply being here."

His quill stopped scribbling corrections and he hesitantly raised his eyes to meet yours. You weren't looking at him with disdain or sorrow like he expected you to be. You weren't even looking detached or unbothered like he would have looked if he was in your position.

No, you looked curious. And his heart squeezed in his chest, caught off guard by you yet again.

"You don't understand--" Draco knew that you were aware of where he stood in regard to blood purity. He wasn't unaccustomed to using the word 'mudblood' either but with your earnest gaze on him, he felt guilty suddenly.

"No, I understand. You and your friends were raised to believe something. It was one of the first things you were taught to believe, and you built your life and self-worth around it. And now you're scared that it will change and that your thoughts will have to go against people you love because you're starting to see things another way." You said and with each word you uttered, Draco felt his lungs collapse even further, suddenly feeling extremely overwhelmed by the inability to breathe.

How did you see right through him?

"And because you like me, you don't want to treat me the same way you treat the other muggleborns, but you don't want to go against what you were raised to believe."

At this, red exploded across his usually pale cheeks and flustered, he immediately began denying it, "I don't like you, that's preposterous."

You chuckled, "I just explained all your emotions to you and that's the thing you're stuck on?"

"The other things are ridiculous too." He replied, haughtily. If this had been anyone else, Draco would have stood up and left, probably with a few harsh parting words but you were right. He felt differently for you than some other muggleborn, but that didn't mean that he liked you.

"It's okay, Draco." You said, voice as sweet as honey and smooth as silk and he realized just how much he liked hearing his name come from your lips, "Everything used to be black and white for you before and now it's all grey. You don't have to make a choice yet but one day it'll look black and white again and you'll have to choose. I'll hope you'll make the right one then."

You cast a spell to bundle up all the parchments and gather them into your arms. You glanced at Draco just as you were standing to leave, who was stupefied into a silence, looking contemplative as he sat on the ground.

You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you for the help tonight. I'll see you around."

***

The next few years were spent in an awkward push and pull with Draco. You never interacted with each other, but it wasn't like you were pretending like the night on the Astronomy Tower never happened.

No, Draco would have realized if you wanted to go on pretending like you hadn't given him an opportunity to change his mind when his choice mattered. He'd see your meaningful glances whenever you were passing each other.

He knew every time he passed you in the hallway that if he had declared then and there that he was against blood purity then you would accept him without any qualms, but he couldn't yet say it.

Whether it was because he was scared to admit that he was going against everything his parents, his friends and family had ever believed in or whether he was just confused.

You were right, everything was grey.

But as time passed, it was starting to get clearer to him until he could clearly see black and white. And then Draco realized that he was on the wrong side.

It was too late; he was in too deep.

He should have asked for help. He should have told you that he couldn't do this and that he wanted an out, or Dumbledore, or even Harry Potter but he couldn't get the words out.

Ever since he was born, Draco was told to live a certain way, to believe in certain things, to make friends with certain people, to marry a certain person. But now everything was uncertain. He didn't want to believe in those things, he wanted to be friends with those who believed in the same things he did and encouraged him to change and not conform, he wanted to fall in love and be loved by the most unexpected person he had ever met.

But he just couldn't get over his fear for long enough to actually stand up and make the change.

Even though he knew what side he wished he was on.

And Draco wallowed in that fear, in the regret that he was losing the time he could've spent with you, in the anxiety that you'd change your mind, that you wouldn't wait for him to make the change. Why would you stand by someone like him when you could have someone like Potter? Someone who is courageous enough to stand against everyone just for fighting for what's right?

When he got the Dark Mark, Draco immediately realized that you could never love him. He was scarred for life now and he showed where his allegiance lied. He so wished that he could take it back, that he had been strong enough to say it before he was marked permanently.

In a moment of weakness, he had snuck back to the Astronomy Tower one night and cried. He was scared that he was too late, that he had taken too long to make his choice. He hated himself for being too cowardly to stand up against his family and for what was right.

That was the last time he went up to the Astronomy tower. He could never return there after the night his Headmaster had been murdered and it just killed himself on the inside. He had known about it. He had been ordered to do it. Yes, he didn't actually go through with it and if he had, he would've likely ended it for himself along with his Headmaster, but it still didn't mean he could continue without hating himself with each breath.

Every day was dreary, and he found himself wishing he could just end it all more often until finally the War had come.

Draco spent the whole time, pretending to deflect stuns from others but really redirecting them to death eaters around him, relying on the chaos to pretend that he was still on the wrong side. He wanted to pretend like everything was still grey, but the contrast had never been as stark to him as now.

He saw a death eater cast a killing curse on one of the students and his heart stopped in his chest, begging to whoever was listening that it wasn't you. And it hadn't been, but he was struck with grief that it was still an innocent person that now lay dead.

He couldn't do this anymore.

If it had been you, he would've killed everyone in the room and he continued to defend the other students of Hogwarts, knowing that any of them could be you. Or that someone out there could feel for that student they way he felt for you.

His strength regained and his arm didn't burn with guilt when he finally began to use his magic for the cause that he had been silently supporting for so long. And deep down in his heart, he had hoped that when this was finally over, he'd let go of everything that had been holding him back and finally live the way he wanted to.

But then Harry Potter was declared dead.

And his parents were calling him out from the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were on him as they hissed at him to get out from between the crowd of students and join them on his side. Draco's eyes filled with tears. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay there.

But he cowered underneath Voldemort's and his father's gaze and even though every bone in his body begged him not to, he took a single step towards them until he was stopped by someone grabbing him arm tightly and pulling him back.

'You're alive.' Was the only thing that went through his head when he finally met your eyes. The big, beautiful eyes that usually looked like they were holding all the stars in the sky were filled with tears or relief and fear. You were covered in dust and grime, but you still looked beautiful and dried blood remained on the crown of your head and around your split lip.

"Don't go. Stay." You begged, holding tightly onto his hand, and ignoring the way his parents began shouting at you, "It's time to choose, Draco. Do you want to be on the safe side, or the right side?"

Even after all he had done, you were still giving him a chance to choose? You still believed that deep down he wanted to be with you? After everything?

His eyes clouded with tears, and he turned away from his parents, not caring how his aunt began to sneer at him, "I'm scared."

You intertwined your fingers with his, bringing his hand to your heart and cupping his cheek with your other palm, "I'll protect you. We’ll get through this.”

Draco had never seen you fight more fiercely than that day, with him by your side. Afterall you were fighting for your kind, for a happier tomorrow and for wizards like Draco to break out of the ideologies forced upon them by Voldemort and his followers.

His parents had left the scene just as the fight started to change in Hogwarts’ favour and he knew that even though they tried to hide, his father and mother would eventually be found and placed in Azkaban. Though the thought hurt him, he knew that there wouldn’t be any other way for them. He just hoped they would understand Draco’s choices.

When the fight was finally over. When all the death eaters disappeared from the school, Draco began to feel a little out of place. He had fought alongside them in the last fight but still, he felt like he didn’t belong there. But for the first time in his life, he resisted that voice in his head that told him to do the wrong thing and stayed beside you.

He let you cry into his chest when you reached the Great Hall and realized that many of your friends had sadly passed during the battle. He wondered if he had changed sides sooner, could some of these deaths been prevented? Could he have stopped even one death?

Everything faded away eventually and everyone who could stay behind agreed to help but as selfless as you were, you couldn’t stay at Hogwarts for even a second longer and try to turn the page to a new chapter when there was so much hanging over you.

“What do we do now?” He mused silently, glancing down at you leaning on Draco’s shoulder as you both just let everything sink in.

“I don’t know, really.” You muttered, “I think I want to go and see my parents. Take a shower. Eat something. And go to sleep.”

He chuckled, “Big plans, eh?”

The smile that he had missed so much grew on your face, but you still didn’t lift your head from his shoulder, “I don’t want to think too much in the future. For now, I think I’ll just go day by day.”

It was silent for a moment before you spoke up again, “What about you?”

“I don’t think I’ll go back home. No doubt, multiple aurors will be teeming around there. Maybe I’ll get our family accounts straightened out and stay at an inn tonight.”

“Why don’t you come with me?”

His eyes widened and he turned to find you staring at him with an incomprehensible expression. There were too many emotions to read; concern, longing and the one that struck his heart the most, love, “With you?”

“Yeah, come home for tonight. Take a shower. Eat dinner with me. And then let’s just try and sleep. I don’t think my parents would mind.”

Your parents wouldn’t mind. They’d be so concerned when you showed up to your house looking like you had been through death and come back that they would barely even care that an unknown man was with you; their only concern being to get you both into warm baths and then clean clothes and feed you till you were sated.

Draco would admit to you later in bed that he had never been looked after so well by his own parents, the house elves mostly took care of him as a boy. Even though your parents were a little apprehensive about letting a man they’ve never met and who you addressed as a ‘friend’ sleeping in your bed, they could see just how exhausted you both were and decided to leave the questions for a time where you were mentally available.

Then, in each other’s arms, you both would fall asleep and deep in your heart you both would know that had you returned alone and had Draco been alone in bed in some inn, you would have never been able to fall asleep, plagued with the thoughts of whether it had all been real and if you were safe now.

That’s why you were begging Draco to come home with you, so you could hold him in your arms and know that it was all over.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude—” “I want you there. I don’t want you to be alone in some inn tonight. I don’t want you to be alone, ever. And I’m going to go day by day, so I need you with my today and tomorrow and the day after.”

For so long you had taken steps back to let Draco figure out what he wanted in his life. Admittedly, you were scared that he would make the wrong choice and you’d be the frog that was stung by the scorpion but now he had proved himself to you and you weren’t going to stop your heart from yearning for him anymore.

You cupped his cheek gently, noticing how the dirt on his face had tear tracks running through them and then pressed your forehead gently to his. You wouldn’t kiss him now. No, that was a little too much for you to take in after the day you’ve both had. But this was far more intimate, you were expressing your feelings for him more obviously than you ever could with a simple kiss.

“Come with me.”

“Okay.”

Crystal Clear

Summary: With Emily finally back from the dead, it seems like the best time for Y/N and Spencer to vow to love each other till death do us part.

warnings: mentions of Emily's death, allusions to sex, weddings, drinking mentions.

word count: 4,424

a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf cm fanfic week, for an alternate ending to an episode for It Takes A Village and Proof. I think season 7 deserved to be bookended with Weddings!

Amethyst Quartz

NSFW one-shot of what happened between the ceremony and the reception will be posted separately and linked in the fic

When she pictured her wedding day, she imagined a long white dress and a sharp-dressed man who her dad loved, and her grandma sitting in the front row, crying as she smiled. It was a day she visioned for years, and yet nothing will ever live up to the actual day.

Once Spencer’s knee healed, they started planning for the wedding. Then JJ was transferred from the unit, Emily died, Aaron went to Pakistan and the team broke up. It was a rough 2 years in the office, it got in the way of planning, but the biggest setback was caused by two little pink lines.

Amethyst was born in the midst of all the changes, it was nice to have Spencer howe for a while but she missed the office life. Sometimes, strapping their little girl to her chest and going in to file paperwork just to feel something while Spencer was teaching at the academy. And Aimee loved it too, she loved to walk around and place papers in new piles, smiling and waving at all the new faces and listening in to all the cool noises of the fax machine, all the printing, and the constant phone calls.

One phone call she’ll never forget.

“Y/N,” Derek's voice was on the line before she could even say hello. “I need you to get in contact with Hotch, Reid, Rossi and Anderson, we need the whole team. I found Ian Doyle.”

She was extremely glad to have brought Aimee with her that day, when Declan ended up missing and they had no idea who else families were at stake before Ian was brought in. Spencer and Rossi arriving back at headquarters not that long after, Spencer immediately held his little girl, snuggling her in the briefing room as they waited for the rest of the team to assemble. Unbeknownst to them that Aimee was going to get to meet her Aunt Emily that day.

“Welcome back,” Derek cuts the conversation short when Hotch walked into the room, bearded and tired from his long flight home.

“Thanks. Everybody have a seat,” he brushed it off.

Y/N sat down beside Spencer, Aimee’s fist wrapped around her finger as she sat in Spencer's lap, overlooking her aunts and uncles from the table.

“Why? What’s going on? Everything alright?” Derek automatically jumped to defensive.

“Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her,” Hotch explains. Face straight and to the point as everyone gasped and looked around at each other.

“And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know, and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel,” he adds to the crowd of shaking heads and disappointed scowls. “She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security.”

“She’s alive?!” Penelope cries, a tear spreading down her cheek in both excitement and horror. She can’t believe she was lied to and yet it's the best news she’s heard all day.

“But we buried her,” Spencer asks, holding Aimee closer and settling in his despair.

“As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision, if anyone has any issues they should be directed towards me.”

“Any issues?” Derek finally speaks, fighting through the confusion and deflecting his pain with anger. “Yeah, I got issues.”

That’s when the footsteps approach, heads turn to the door and there she is. Emily Prentiss in the flesh, alive and healthy and more beautiful than ever before.

“Oh my god,” Penelope cries again, standing from her chair and rushing to her friend's side to hug her. “You’re home, you’re really here.”

Emily holds her back, closing her eyes and taking in the first hug after almost a year without her.

Spencer hands Aimee over to Y/N, standing to go give Emily her next hug before turning her towards them. “You left before you could meet our little gem,” he says quietly. “This is Amethyst, but we call her Aimee.”

Emily picks her up smiling at Y/N, “hi to you too, she’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Y/N cries a little as she hands her over. Knowing just how much her death hurt Spencer, and how much this is going to mean to him going forward. “I went into labour 4 days after you— well after you died?”

“I am so sorry,” Emily explains, looking up from the 7-month-old in her arms and looking around the room. “Not a day went by that I didn’t want to…”

Derek looks at her, pouty and unable to process the fact that she’s real, that she didn’t die in his arms and he did in fact do everything for her. “Really,” she points her response to him, calling him over with her eyes. “You didn’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry.”

They hug with the little one between them, Y/N joining in, then Penelope and soon enough it’s a BAU group hug. “There’s so much I want to tell you guys, and I will I promise. But right now I really need to know what’s going on with Declan?”

She hands Aimee back to Y/N, patting Spencer on the back before getting the show on with road, like she never left.

Now, two weeks later, she’s still unmarried, carrying her baby around the office as she waits for the team to come home from another terrible case. She’s using her free time before they go home to organize, with Penelope’s help, of course, they’ve been able to put together a whole wedding in under 3 weeks.

She needed to pick up her dress, Aimee’s dress, Spencer’s tie and other accessories as well as the rings. Penelope was making sure the flowers, centrepieces and food were delivered. They paid extra for the inconvenience, the fast set up and it’ll all be in Rossi’s backyard tomorrow evening.

Spencer has no clue, and normally he would know something was up, but he’s a little spacey currently. Between bouts of rage, fits of sassy comments and silent treatment. He was really mad at his friends, stressed at home with Aimee's teething and overwhelmed with his personal issues. He’s been different lately, and he needs this.

—

“This whole thing gave me an ulcer,” Emily adds, “please don’t give me another one. Please come to Rossi’s tomorrow night?”

Spencer sighs. Leaning back on his plane seat and closing his book, “it’s my wedding, of course, I’ll be there.”

Her eyes widen, “how did you know?”

“She’s my wife, I’m not sure if you’ve ever met her but she talks very loudly on the phone… I’ve heard every conversation she’s had this week through the baby monitor because she thinks planning and breastfeeding at 3am is a great way to multi-task as if the monitor isn’t on.”

Emily laughs, “she has mom brain now.”

Spencer smiles again, “I just wish you were here to see her when she was a newborn, she was so tiny I couldn’t believe someone could be so small?”

Emily smiles back, “I’ll be sure to be here for the second one.”

Spencer's eyes widen and his head tilts, “that might not be for a while… one is enough I think id like to sleep a bit more before we bring in a second in, I’m exhausted.”

She hums, “I always knew you’d be a good dad, though. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Do you want to be my best man?”

“Seriously?” She gasps, “you wouldn’t want Morgan or Hotch?”

He shakes his head, “I love them, they’re like brothers to me, but I think you’re my best friend other than Y/N.”

“Awe,” she lays a hand on her heart. “Spencer, I’m honoured you’d pick me. I love being best friends with you.”

“I don’t suppose you have something green or purple to wear tomorrow?” He teases, “Y/N will be pissed if you’re up there and not on theme.”

Emily just laughs, she missed him way more than she let herself, feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you, Spence, I hope you always know that.”

“I know,” he nods, “I don’t say it enough, I realized that when you were gone. But I love you, all of you actually.”

She smiles fondly, pressing her lips together as she relaxes in her seat, “we know.”

—

At home, Y/N places Amethyst in her crib carefully to ensure she stays asleep. Flicking on the white noise machine, then the monitor, before sneaking out of the room and closing the door. Running off to their bedroom where Spencer is sitting beside a salt lamp, reading to himself.

“What would are you visiting tonight?” She whispers as she crawls into bed beside him.

He closes it before she even gets under the covers. “Why are you hiding the wedding from me?”

She sighs in defeat, shoulders dropping and pout forming. “Who told you?”

He points at the monitor, “the crazy lady who feeds our kid at night.”

She covers her face with her hands and tosses her head back, smacking the wooden headboard with an, “ow…” Making Spencer laugh at her. “I wanted it to be a surprise cause you’re so grumpy.”

“can you blame me?”

She looks at him again, just as soft as before but curious as to what he could possibly be so upset about. “Your best friend came back from the dead, so what if JJ lied to you, you cried on her couch like 3 times? Just on the nights that I wasn’t home.”

“It’s more than that,” he gets a little defensive. “I don’t have any siblings, no one has ever really wanted to protect me and my feelings other than Emily. She is the cool older sister I always needed, and living in a world where she didn’t exist was the worst thing but what’s worse is Hotch and JJ didn’t think our team could handle knowing that secret so what else are they willing to keep from me?”

“I know you love her, but they had to keep her safe. And she’s not safe if all 6 of her best friends knew she was alive, it would be very noticeable to people watching if you didn’t have the kind of reaction you had. If you knew and Doyle saw you, he’d have no problem killing you or me or Aimee for Emily’s location,” Y/N was right. She always was. “it was for a good reason, you need to let it go. As much as I love you, this little hissy fit about secrets isn’t cute.”

“I know,” he sighs, leaning back against the pillows now too. “I’m excited to finally marry you tomorrow, I’m more excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What would you do without me?” She teases, leaning over for a quick kiss, but he pulls her in to stay.

His arms wrapped around her, lazily kissing each other in the almost dark room, it’s calm and quiet and lovely. So much different from how it normally is at this time of night recently. Amethyst is sleeping for once, they’re alone and he’s not on call. So his hands start to travel down her back and under her underwear as he cups her ass.

Pulling her into his lap, grinding her against him as they kiss. “No, we need to sleep for tomorrow…” she whispers as his kisses travel down her neck.

“Pre-wedding quickie?” His bottom lip sticks out as he pouts.

She shakes her head, “how about between the ceremony and the reception we sneak off and do it in the guest room?”

He kisses her neck again, “fine, I guess you win.”

She snickers, rolling off and back to her side of the bed, “I’m so exhausted, we have to get up early tomorrow, your mom’s flying in with your aunt Ethel on Rossi’s jet, Derek is getting them cause he's the best with old ladies. JJ is taking Aimee for the day and Penelope is going to take you to get your suit fitted.”

Spencer reaches over to turn off his lamp before cuddling into her, “how did you do all this so quick?”

“I’m used to pulling all the strings to get what I want, I had no problem using my FBI letterhead to get people to do what I wanted…”

He kisses the side of her neck again, arm tightening around her waist as she pulls the blankets up around them.

—

Penelope was fastening his boutonniere when Derek walked in with Diana and his aunt Ethel. He was swarmed with hugs, his cheeks were pinched and aunt Ethel really wasn’t that fond of his newly grown facial hair.

“I like it,” Diana counters. “It makes him look like a man, a man who’s getting married.”

Spencer can't help but smile, “I’m so glad you could make it for this.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, believe me. And the girls said I have to bring home lots of photos, so I brought a few disposable cameras,” she digs through her purse and takes one out. Scrolling along the side to prepare the tape before aiming and taking possibly the worst photo she could of him, but he just smiled.

“Why don’t you both go take a look around the yard, Rossi is out there, I’m sure he’d love to answer all your questions about the property,” Penelope adds, shuffling them out of the room so she can finish putting Spencer in his suit.

“Not so fast,” She stops Derek from slipping out. “Put your suit on before you go get a drink, it’ll ruin the atmosphere if they see you without it on.”

Spencer shoots a glare at him, “there’s no stopping her. She’s the wedding planner.”

“From hell,” Derek whispers under his breath as he yoinks his arm from her grip and sticks his tongue out at him playfully.

“And this is exactly why you aren’t the best man,” she shoots back, following him into the bathroom to help him get ready.

Thus giving Spencer a moment to escape. Wondering down the hallway to the master bedroom where Y/N was standing by the window in her gown, watching the people mingle while Aimee had a nap in her playpen.

“Hey,” he whispered from the door, “you look beautiful.”

She turned with a smile, “thank you, but you’re not supposed to be looking at me yet.”

Spencer’s eyes welled up, his throat got thick and suddenly he was overwhelmed by the fact he was about to marry the love of his life. “I wanted you to see my reaction before anyone else,” he manages to whisper, walking towards her and wrapping her up in his arms. “I love you so much.”

Her hands snake inside his jacket, feeling his back, over his dress shirt and lightly running her nails over him. He settles almost immediately in her arms and kisses the side of her neck, “I love you more, Spence.”

After their long hug, he sits on the edge of the window with her, watching everyone they know interact. Y/N’s parents and siblings, aunts uncles and cousins that he’s heard of and barely knew, his mother and Gideon with Rossi and JJ…

It was such an interesting group of people, “oh good, he made it,” Y/N smiled, pointing down at Arminius who was placing a Crystal beside everyone's name place on the dinner tables. It was so much more extravagant than Spencer ever expected.

“You did a wonderful job with all this,” he gestures at the scene before them.

“You’re anxious?” She turns to him and opens her arms, “come here.”

He wraps his arms around her and holds her close to his chest, kissing the side of her neck gently and taking a few deep breaths. “I love you, I just hate talking in front of crowds about my feelings…”

“They already know you love me,” she teases. “If you stutter or cry, it’ll be fine because they all expect it. They know you’re a bumbling fool when it comes to me, and it’s cute.”

“Spencer Reid!” Penelope shouts from the doorway, followed by Aimee’s startled crying.

They pull apart, glaring at Penelope before Y/N goes to pick her up.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not supposed to be in here. We start in 15 minutes,” Penelope announces.

“I’ll see you out there?” Spencer asks, still anxious even though he knows she’s coming.

Y/N walks over with Aimee in her arms, kissing his cheek gently and leaving a lipstick stain. “I’ll see you out there.”

He kisses the top of Amethyst's head before heading out, Penelope in tow and Derek not far behind. Emily is downstairs in her green dress, drinking some champagne when she sees them.

“Ah!” She shouts with her arms raised, “you guys look amazing!”

“Thank you,” Spencer straightens out his suit. Nervous as ever.

“Ready to do this?” Derek places a hand on his back.

“No,” he sighs, “but I don’t have a choice Penelope will kill me.”

“Correct,” she calls out from where ever she’s disappeared to.

Derek and Emily take turns attempting to calm him down before they take their spots at the alter, waiting anxiously for his bride to make her way down. The music starts to play and he can feel the tears start to gather. Welling in his eyes as Henry scatters flowers down the aisle and Amethyst gets carried in with Penelope, but he cries when he sees her.

The love of his life is in a lilac dress, smiling graciously as she makes her way towards him. And he’s fixated on her and her alone, taking her hand when she reaches him, looking into her beautiful eye with a sweet smile and a trembling lower lip. He’s never been this in love, and he has a feeling it’ll only keep growing.

There wasn’t anyone there to officiate and Spencer barely noticed until Y/N’s attention moved to the audience, where Diana was standing and walking towards them, “surprise…” Y/N whispered.

“What?”

“For those of you who don’t know, Spencer’s mom Diana used to read him little love poems when he was a kid… I think it’s why he’s so wonderful now,” Y/N explains to everyone.

“I did,” Diana smiles, opening her sheet of paper as everyone in the audience sits.

Spencer’s so shocked that they managed to plan all this without him, and yet it’s perfect.

“I always hoped I’d be able to say a few words at Spencer’s wedding one day,” Diana starts. “From the moment he learned how to walk, Spencer has been taking care of me, learning how to be the best man in the world and preparing for the life I always knew he’d have. He’s a very kind soul, he’s always been so delicate and yet so incredibly strong. Picking up any broken pieces he finds and putting people back together.

“When I met Y/N for the first time I knew she was special, I knew that Spencer had found his person and that she was meant to be in his life. And the more I saw them together, the more they interacted— the more I realized that together Y/N and Spencer are like kintsukuroi. Which just means golden repair in Japanese, it’s the art of repairing broken pottery with gold. Y/N’s the golden glue, taking something broken that is trying so hard to fit in and making it beautiful. Together you’re priceless art, and that little girl you made is just further proof.”

Y/N silently cried, whispering a thank you to Diana, looking back at Spencer with glossy eyes and a sweet smile. He looked just the same.

“The happy couple has opted out of the traditional vows,” Diana adds. “Instead they’ve written their own, Y/N if you’d like to start…”

“Okay,” she turns to Spencer with a deep breath, she lets go of his hand and reaches into the pocket of her dress hearing some of the gasps in the audience and turning to them. “Pockets, cool right?”

It makes everyone laugh, including Spencer who really needed it. He was so anxious and she could see it. “Spencer and I work together, and I collect rocks… well I collect crystals to be exact. And I keep them on my desk for good luck with all the things we see every day.

“Spencer was the only person to ask about them, and then the following week he gave me a new rock every day, and I still have them all,” she holds the rocks in her hand for everyone to see. “A Rose Quartz for love, Serpentine for new adventures together, Chrysocolla for new beginnings and opportunity. But my favourites are the Kiwi Jasper for mutual support and trust, and the Ruby in Zoisite for finding the joy in life with someone… all things that came true for us.”

She puts them back in her pocket and takes out another single rock. “This is a clear quartz, just a regular crystal, but it amplifies energies and protects…” she slides it into the pocket of his suit jacket. “So whatever we feel for each other today will only grow as long as we have that. And I vow to love you forever.”

Spencer reaches into the pocket, behind the new rock she just added, to take out his tiger's eye. “She gave me this for good luck, I have it in my pocket for every case, I always feel it under my vest. It pokes me right in the heart and it reminds me that she loves me and I have someone to go home to, two someone’s… it brought me the best luck in the whole world with you and Aimee, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly explain how much I love you, but my god, I love you so much.”

It makes the audience laugh, and then a chorus of sniffles returns. Tear-stained cheeks watch as the two of them make heart eyes at each other, “I love you too,” she replies with a smile.

He takes her hands again, “I vow to protect you more than any of these rocks, not to be cheesy but you’re my rock. You’re my whole world and I love you so much it hurts. I’m never going to stop loving you.”

She grips his face and pulls him into a kiss, making everyone laugh once again, Diana included. “I guess you can kiss the groom…”

—

XXX

—

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Penelope’s voice is heard over the speakers. “If you could please clear the dance floor, the bride and groom would like to have their first dance.”

With Y/N’s hand in his, they walk to the centre of the floor where the crowd is circled around. The band started playing their song as his arms wrapped around her waist.

Swaying together with everyone watching was so strange, but this was their song. She was his favourite crystal, his arms wrapped around her snugly, resting his head on her shoulder as she sang along to the song… a song he’d never know if he didn’t meet her.

“Do you always trust your first initial feeling,

Special knowledge holds true, bears believing.”

He can feel her hands roaming his back, trading her weight back and forth as they swayed with more purpose, Y/N pulled back enough to look at him, holding his face in her hands.

“I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove, like the love that had finally, finally found me,” she whispers.

“Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you,” he replies just as soft, forgetting the audience behind them and getting lost in her eyes.

“You drove me through the mountains,

Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain,

Drove me like a magnet,

To the sea,

To the sea.”

She can’t help but smile. Knowing what they planned to do next, holding his hand and letting him lead. One hand remains on her hip as he takes the other in his hand. Tossing her out with a spin before she returned to him.

“How the faces of love have changed turning the pages,

And I have changed, oh, but you, you remain ageless!”

Spinning her around, she’s nothing but smiles as everyone cheers and claps. Joining the happy couple on the dance floor with their partners. Twirling around with smiles and laughs to the song that represented the almightily love Spencer had for his wife.

His wife.

“I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove,

Like the love that finally found me.

Then I knew in the crystalline knowledge of you.

Drove me through the mountains,

Through the crystal-like and clear water fountain!

Drove me like a magnet,

To the sea,

To the sea,”

And then they saw Amethyst in Penelope’s arms, swaying around with her aunt on her way over to them. Spencer reached out for her, taking her in his arms and inviting their little girl into their dance. It was the happiest he’s ever been, with the two people he loves the most, with everyone else who means the world to him there to bear witness.

Y/N’s dad steps in then, extending a hand to have a dance with his daughter as Spencer keeps swaying with his. Almost 10 months he’s been a father and it’s still the most surreal thing in the world to see her smile and giggle with her big brown eyes and chubby little cheeks. So much like him yet so much like her mom.

She plays with his tie as he holds her, kissing the top of her head gently before looking around. His mom was dancing with Derek, Emily and Penelope were cuddled into one another as they swayed to the music. JJ and Will having a moment while little Henry ran around with Rossi’s dog… it was the happiest he’s ever seen his friends.

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Lowkey wanna make a mini-series where Y/N was in a relationship with Iron Fist, but he disagreed on her violence and anger, so they broke up and when SHIELD is forced to stay with the League while their helicarriers are getting fixed, Danny sees Y/N again but this time, she's in a relationship with Nightwing and much angst ensues.