American Horror Story

American Horror Story

Cordelia Goode

Wilhemina Venable

Ally Mayfair-Richards

"anything" - emily prentiss x liaison!fem!reader

summary: you take an unnecessary risk out in the field

wc: 1.4k

cw: flangst? typical cm violence, but mostly just mentions, pre-establish relationship!

this is my first emily fic plz lmk if u like it!

A steady beeping slowly drags you awake. Your eyes flutter open and you take in the hospital room around you. The first thing you notice is the source of the beeping, from the patient monitor beside your bed. Then the pain hits you like a muffled train wreck, crashing into you but hitting a wall, so it doesn’t hurt quite so bad. They must have you on some strong medication, because it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as you thought it would. The worst feeling of all, though, comes from your abdomen, and when you shift in the bed, it aches and this weak little whimper uncontrollably escapes you. 

“Don’t move,” the velvet voice beside you warns. You didn’t even realize Emily was in here, that’s how knocked out you feel. When you turn your head, you see she’s got the chair pulled up as close to your bed as it can go, her elbows connected to her knees in a C-shaped hunch. “You’ll pop your stitches, and it still wouldn’t be the stupidest thing you’ve done today.”

You hear the sternness in your girlfriend’s voice and feel the color drain from your face. She always said you could never control your face, at least not around the people you love. In family interviews, or talking to the press? You could be stone-cold, unreadable. But once you’re comfortable around someone, your visage has a mind of its own. 

“I’m-”

“I know, you’re sorry,” Emily scoffs. Her voice reminds you of bitter, dark chocolate right now. She’s clearly irritated, but remains by your side loyally. That’s how you know she loves you. “That doesn’t change the fact that you made a thoughtless, reckless decision.” 

“I was actually going to say that I’m not sorry,” you huff, groaning softly as you move your rear back to sit up a little. Emily leans back in her seat and her jaw hardens. “Maybe I did act on impulse, but you would have done the same thing.” 

“You disobeyed Hotch’s direct order to stay put,” Emily’s chocolate eyes darken, and she rises from her seat, towering over you with her arms crossed over her chest. “And it got you shot.”

“I thought you were in trouble,” you grumble, your voice just barely above a whisper. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You and Hotch and Morgan all went in different directions, and I heard a scream and a gunshot from where you had gone,” you rattle off, your words all stringing together from the drowsiness. 

You recalled the vast farmland property where Garcia had nailed down the Unsub, how Hotchner didn’t want to wait on SWAT to show up because the guy’s endgame was so close to playing out. He killed at exactly noon with every single one of his victims, so the team had three minutes to find this missing girl. 

“And I couldn’t just stay put, Emily, not when I thought you’d been hurt,” you wring your hands over the top of the scratchy hospital blanket, your knuckles going stark white. “I couldn’t just wait to see what had happened. I couldn’t be helpless like that, not when I thought you might be hurt.” 

Emily’s got her eyes closed and she’s breathing in and out sharply, like she’s forcing herself to calm down, to filter through her initial thoughts so as to not say anything irreversible. “But Hotch told you to stay put,” she repeats in a defeated murmur, lifting one arm to run her hand through her hair. Her fringe is all over the place, and you’re just now noticing the dirt on her milky white cheek. She’s not rested since the farm, you realize, not even taken a second to wipe the dirt off her face. 

Guilt pours over you like a rainstorm, and you feel angry, frustrated, self-reproaching tears well up in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. “I didn’t do it to scare you,” you whisper. “I’m sorry, Em. I’m sorry that you had to worry about me like that. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant knowing that you were okay.” 

“Don’t Em me,” her voice cracks and you see tears start to fall from her eyes. She must be so tired. You don’t know how long you’ve been out, but you can tell from her posture, from her expression, that she’s not had a moment of respite since she saw the bullet take you down. 

You recall the look on her face - horrified, when she hovered over you, lying in the dirt. She shot the Unsub directly after he shot you. Hotch and Morgan made it in time to help the victim out of her ties, so she ran over to you the second the Unsub was down. 

“What were you thinking?!” she shrieked, lifting your shirt only to find blood oozing from the hole in your stomach. 

“I thought…” you murmured breathlessly, your eyes immediately feeling heavy. 

“Someone get a medic over here now!” she shouted, holstering her gun and pressing her hands onto your stomach. You woke up in the ambulance a little bit after that, but were too hazy to say anything. 

All you remember is Emily crushing your hand between both of yours and muttering something under her breath repeatedly. "Stay with me, baby." You hear it now. "Please don't go."

You reach gingerly for her hand as she stands over you now, unable to stretch your arm out too far for fear of popping a stitch. She helps you out and shuffles forward a step, sitting back down in her chair and pulling it next to the bed. Your fingers grasp hers, and then your palms are flush together. “I’m still really pissed at you,” Emily says. “So is Hotch. Says he has half a mind to take you off active duty altogether.” 

You purse your lips. Surely that’s not totally true. “Well, then he’d have to deal with the press on his own, and he’d want to rip his hair out,” you say. Emily squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. 

“I think he’d do it if it mitigates the risk of you getting shot,” Emily admits seriously. 

“It’s just a graze,” you grumble. Emily’s glowering at you again, and you concede. “A graze that required emergency surgery, but still a graze.” 

“Baby, I don’t think you know what a graze is,” Emily says. “They had to remove a bullet from your stomach. That’s not a graze.” 

You feel your cheeks tingle as they turn pink and you shrug your shoulders, pretending to be none the wiser. “Tomato, tomahto,” you wave your free hand nonchalantly. 

“You feel okay right now? D’you need any more pain meds?” Emily asks, the caretaker in her taking over, despite her frustration towards you getting into this situation in the first place. 

“I’m alright,” you say quietly. Emily’s eyes, beautiful orbs of brown so dark they’re almost black, float down to where your wound is. “Em, hey,” you insist, and those eyes snap back up to yours. “I’m alright. Promise.”

“You’re an idiot, is what you are,” Emily chastises with a sigh. 

“How long are they keeping me here?” you ask in a feeble attempt to change the subject. 

“Probably just a couple of days,” she says, lifting your knuckles to her lips and kissing them gently, like you’re made of fine china, like you could shatter at any moment. “Everyone wants to see you. I told them you probably wouldn’t be up for visitors until tomorrow,” she says. 

“That’s fine,” you agree, leaning your head back against the pillow. Whatever medications flowing through the IV in your wrist has you feeling very low-energy. “And how long are you gonna be mad at me?” you ask, sticking your bottom lip out a little in an attempt to earn some sympathy points. 

Emily shakes her head a little, but you see the faint uptick of her mouth that gives her away. “At the very least, however long it takes you to recover,” she jokes halfheartedly. 

“Does my punishment come with a ban on kisses?” you ask, tugging her hand with your own. 

Emily leans forward in her seat, her lips mere centimeters from your own. “That would be a punishment for me, too, and I didn’t do anything wrong,” she teases, then pecks your lips briefly. 

Your eyes are feeling heavy, and you heave a small sigh. “Love you, Em,” you say softly as the room goes dark. “Do anything for you, Em.” 

“I know you would, baby,” Emily sighs as well, but you feel her thumb swiping over the back of your hand. “That’s the problem.”

LOVED your first kate stewart fic!!

a request/prompt for my queer UNIT boss babe: reader is an alien and has been hiding it from kate despite them having a Thing (relationship/flirting/other), out of fear that kate would be angry when she finds out. kate is indeed angry when she finds out, because reader's an alien? bc they were hiding it? 🤷🏻

feel free to change what you wish to!! 💚💚💚

Misplaced Doubt

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warning: NSFW being hinted (just minor), bit of anxiety

Summary: Kate finds out you're not human, but actually a Timelady. How will she react?

A/n: So, I made Reader a Timelady, cause it fits best with the physiology. Seems the most human. I settled with Timelady but there's no use of pronouns, so it could also be read as gn!reader. Let's just ignore that the Timelords are all dead. Hope you like it!! Would love a repost, like or comment. <3

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You were torn. Obviously, you were aware that this approach was not the right one. Kate meant a lot to you, and you really liked her. So keeping secrets was wrong. But what were you meant to do?

At the beginning, you'd just been scared of telling her. Scared she'd reject you or wouldn't want you and at some point so much time had passed that it would have just been awkward to tell her. Cause how were you supposed to tell your girlfriend of nearly a year that you were a Timelady? That you had two hearts, could very well be a different person entirely tomorrow and would live to see her die.

Right, you just wouldn't. And if one day you'd regenerate or simply not grow old, well that was a problem for your future self.

Except it wasn't. In a very stupid string of events you'd managed to fall down the ladder when trying to change a light bulb and Kate was fussing. All her motherly instincts made themselves known, and she went slightly overboard with her worry.

"It's fine, Katie. I promise." You assured her as you sat in her couch, Kate kneeling beside you and looking worried. She was convinced you should see a doctor. You're sure they'd be delighted to find out about your second heart.

"You fell of the ladder. It's not fine." She insisted, eyebrows adorably furrowed and nervously biting her lip. A side of her anyone but you rarely got to witness.

"Look at me, I'm smiling and talking and breathing. I'm fine." You assure her again and smile at her as if to prove your point. But she was stubborn, you knew that. And if she had something in her mind there was no way going around it.

"No, I'll take you to the Doctor. I won't accept a no." You sighed, knowing that there was a good possibility your little, actually not so little, secret was about to come out.

"Kate, we can't go to the Doctor." You said, sighing and defeated. She had just gotten up and turned away to get her stuff when you spoke. So she turns back around and looks down at you confused.

"Why not?" She asked sceptically and crossed her arms. You sat up a bit in the couch, already feeling your body easily heal whatever had been hurt by the fall. You looked at her apologetically, as if to apologise for what was yet to come.

"I haven't been entirely truthful to you, Kate." You sighed and rubbed your face, elbows propped up on your knees. You looked up at Kate and gestured to the armchair across from you. "Please, sit down."

And she did. She sat down, though she still looked sceptical. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes fixed on you. You felt your hearts beat rapidly in your chest the tell-tale signs of anxiety rising in you.

"There's something I haven't told you. And I'm sorry for keeping that from you. I just didn't know how..." You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I'm a Timelady, Kate." There, it's out. No going back now.

After what felt like forever you opened your eyes and looked at Kate. She hadn't said a word. The silence was excruciating. The look on her face broke your heart, and you were sure it was all over now. She looked so hurt. So heartbroken. And it was your fault. She untangled her crossed arms and rubbed her palms over her jeans, then she stood up and paced up and down in front of you.

"How could you not tell me that?" She asked and besides the hurt there was an obvious layer of anger in her voice. She stopped pacing and crossed her arms again, looking down at you in the couch. She even looked angry.

"Listen, Kate I didn't mean to keep a secret or anything..." She scoffed and didn't even let you finish. She couldn't even look at you.

"You didn't want to keep a secret? Well, newsflash, you kept a secret." She shot back, and you could feel yourself shrink with every word you said. You'd ruined everything. You'd been dishonest with her and why would she want to be with someone who's not even human. It had been eleven wonderful months. But that was over now. Great.

"I'm sorry, Kate." You said again, practically sinking into yourself, eyes downcast. Silence. When you look up you nearly expected her to be gone. But she was still there. Her arms hanging at her sides and the hurt back in her features. It was killing you.

"Don't you trust me?" She asked and it sounded so broken. You looked at her confused. Of course, you trusted her. With your life. "I work for UNIT for fuck's sake. I can keep a secret.

"Course you can. That's not-..." you watched her for a second. She seemed hurt that you hadn't told her, hurt that you'd kept a secret. But...she didn't seem repulsed or disappointed or like she wanted to reject you.

"I didn't want to lose you. You're too important." Now it was her time to look confused. Silence, again. Until she sinks back into the armchair, this time leaning forward. Towards you, a good sign.

"Loose me?" She asks with that adorable high tone that she always used when she was curious about something she didn't quite understand. Her brows were furrowed as she waited for an answer.

"Yeah. Loose you." You said and shrugged helplessly. "I'm not human, Kate. Above that, I'm a Timelady. It could might as well happen that you come back from work next week and I have a different face, a different personality." You explained, dreading the second she'd understand the full impact of this. But it didn't seem to come.

"But you'd still be you." She said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. How could she just not mind at all? People would talk if she suddenly had a 'new' partner. She can be alright with that. Can she?

"But, how can you just not care?" You asked dumbfounded. Confusion written all over your face.

"I'm pissed that you kept that from me. And you'll have some making up to do for that. But I love you. I'd never leave you because of something like that. I fell in love with who you are. Not the face or the body you have." She explained, more gently now. Then she even smirked slightly. "Not to say I don't appreciate the body." You blushed slightly, still a bit shocked by her nonchalant approach to all this. This woman was truly remarkable.

"I love you so much, Katie. I'm sorry I doubted you." You said and reached over to gently take her hand in yours. "Let me start with some of those amends I have to make." You said and pulled her to her feet, immediately wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing her flush against you. She giggled and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, filled with love and the world was back to being alright.

Please another story with Kate Stewart! Perhaps, if you’re interested, something like a reunion story? They meet again after Kate’s been away for a while?

Katherine

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: mentions of injuries, a bit of angst

Summary: Kate comes home after a worktrip after not having texted you for two days

A/n: Hope you like it anon, made it a bit more angsty. Would love a repost, like or comment. <3 Can also be read as a gn!Reader ♡

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Dating Kate wasn't always easy. She worked long hours, often had to go on trips and wouldn't come back for multiple days or even longer. And she wasn't allowed to tell you what she even worked as. All you knew was that she worked for a government organisation protecting the planet from extraterrestrial forces. Great explanation, thank you very much. As if that wouldn't make approximately three million questions pop up in your brain.

But you loved her, and you made it work. Sometimes it was hard work, but it worked nonetheless. It was particularly hard work in moments like these. She'd been gone for eight days, off to some place off the world you weren't allowed to know too much about.

You missed her rotten. But mostly you were worried. You always were, but now more than ever. Usually she texted you every morning and every night. Even if she didn't have time for anything else, that was a given. But she hadn't texted you since yesterday morning. No text last night. No text this morning. No text now, and it was already dark outside.

So obviously you were worried sick and couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, for what felt like hours. The familiar feeling of dread and anxiety settling deep inside of you. Your mind wandered and conjured up the worst scenarios possible. That went on until you heard a car pull up in front of the house and a few moments later a key unlocking the front door. It was unmistakably Kate's key, and the way she tried to be silent but immediately went into the kitchen for a tea gave her away as well. Trying to be silent was considerate, very Kate. But did she really think you could sleep right now? In seconds, you jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs, barefoot and simply in a top and shorts. You didn't even bother giving Kate a warning of any kind, you practically flew into the kitchen and right into her arms. She only had a second to register what was happening and open her arms for you.

You immediately buried your face in the crook of her neck and took in her scent, that was so uniquely Kate. A wonderful mix of her perfume and shampoo filling your senses. Your arms around her neck clung onto her and her hand gently rubbed your back. Never in your life did you ever want to let go again.

"Did I wake you, my love?" She asked you, and the question was so ridiculous that it actually made you laugh a little through the silent tears that had formed in your eyes. You pulled back a bit and looked at her, a few tears slowly running down your cheeks.

"Do you really think I could sleep with how worried I was?" You asked her and her expression formed into a mix of guilt and confusion. When will she understand that you always worry about her when she goes off to these work trips? She always comes back injured in some way. It was the whole reason why you always made her text you, to know she was safe and alive.

You took a step back and looked her up and down, checking for visible injuries. You didn't see any, but she was fully clothed. Looking back up at her, you put on a stern, no nonsense look.

"Where are you hurt?" You asked, worried and eyes still slightly filled with tears. She shook her head, and you immediately knew she'd play tough.

"I'm fine, darling. Nothing happened." She said and tried to make her voice sound reassuring and calm. But she sounded exhausted instead. You could see right through her. She was lying. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shook your head.

"Don't lie to me. Where are you hurt?" You repeated the question again. And you would until she'd answer you. "You didn't text me for nearly two days, something happened." You said and felt yourself choke up a bit, remembering how worried you'd been. Kate's gaze softened a bit at that, and you could see the decision she'd made in her eyes. She'd tell you where she was hurt. She was too exhausted for drama and arguing. She craved care and love.

She took off her blazer and then unbuttoned her blouse, taking it off and throwing it over the back of the chair. Her left side and rips where black and blue and a fairly big bandage was wrapped neatly around her right underarm. The sight made you gasp, and you immediately felt awful for the way you jumped into her arms. That must have hurt like hell.

"Kate, honey..." You whispered, eyes big and glossy, full of concern. "I want you to tell me things like this." You added quietly, eyes glued to the bruising on her rips.

"It's nothing, really it's not-" She started, no doubt trying to keep you from worrying. But it was too late for that. Right now you just wanted to take care of her.

"Katherine." You said in a tone of voice that cut her right off. She looked at you a bit surprised. No one called her Katherine, not these days at least. But it was effective, Kate closed her mouth and just nodded.

"Alright. I'll make you the tea you were no doubt making when I jumped on you. And you go upstairs and change into something comfy, but keep the top off. I'll put some lotion on those bruises." You explained to her, already moving around the kitchen to boil water and get her a cup. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate's shoulders relax a bit. She grabbed her blazer and blouse and walked out of the kitchen. While you waited for the water to boil you could hear Kate walk around upstairs and when it stopped you knew she'd settled into bed to wait.

When the tea is done you go up to join Kate. You set the tea down in the little night stand next to your bed and placed a soft kiss on Kate's head. She was half sitting half lying down, leaned against the headboard. You grabbed some lotion from the bathroom.

"Any injuries at the legs?" You asked gently, standing next to the bed. Kate looked truly exhausted. She took a sip of tea before answering, but already shook her head.

"No, I showed you everything." You gave her a smile before climbing onto the bed and settling in her legs. Kate's hands immediately found a cosy home on your naked thighs. You just wanted to make a comment about it and tell her 'no funny business' when you see that she closed her eyes and immediately relaxed. It always astounded you how much of a relaxing effect you had on her, so much that just her hands on your skin calmed her down. You simply smiled to yourself and very gently started to spread the lotion on her rips. You could see that it hurt in the way she pressed her eyes close a bit firmer and lightly bit on her lower lip. But you tried to be as gentle as possible. When you're done you place the lotion on the night stand as well and gently lean in to kiss Kate on the lips. She hadn't seen it coming, her eyes still closed, but she kissed you back nonetheless. It's a short, soft kiss. Tender and full of love, and it nearly makes you choke up again.

Carefully you climb off her and settle down next to her, nuzzling into her non-injured side. Her arm easily wrapped around you and pulled you a bit closer, your head rested in her bare chest. The lotion had to dry before she could put her shirt back on.

"You scared me." You whisper quietly after some time of just cuddling in silence. "Please text me next time. Or make that scientist text me. Osgood? Something to know you're not dead." It hung heavy between the two of you and made you swallow hard. It was a possibility, you both knew that. Kate better than you, but even with how little you knew of her job you knew enough for that possibility to settle in your mind more often than you liked.

"I promise. I'm sorry I worried you." She answered, her soft voice ringing through the room and soothing your soul and heart. You simply nodded and nuzzled even closer, if that's even possible.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

Cate Blanchett

Lou Miller

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.