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𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼… 𝓞𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮

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Spencer Reid x famous!reader Universe

important notes

Spencer's age changed, so know he's born in 1989-1991 roughly

Set during 2016 (when they first meet)

No one leaves!! the team is made up of Spencer (obvi) Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Emily, Penny, and JJ

No Lila, Maeve still happens, and Spencer never goes to jail, George Foyet happens (it won't really come up, i'm just saying so when i'm not mentioning Haley)

the fic

(ordered in timeline order)

The First Meeting

The Follow Up

The Weeklong Date (pt.1)

The Weeklong Date (pt.2)

The Trip To Cornelia Street

extras

How each BAU member found out

BAU at the Rep Tour

BAU at the Eras Tour

BAU reactions to some of Y/n sadder songs

Spencer and Y/n headcannons [part one]

social media edits

Y/N and Spencer being spotted for the first time

Everything fans know about S/N at this time

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<This is Part 35!>

* “Your plan is to abscond into the night like some second class degenerate?”

* Dionysus watches you pack your bag with his eyebrows wrinkled together.

* You don’t pay him much kind as you pack your backpack, saving an extra pair of clothes for when you feel particularly hopeless and could use the pick-me-up of clean clothes.

* “That’s right, could you turn around? I want to change.”

* Dennis flushes at the request and then, realizing what you’re trying to do, he scowls.

* “That’s not funny.”

* “Who said I was joking?” You do want to change, the camp half blood t-shirt isn’t exactly conspicuous.

* You’re thinking of some shorts and a tank top seem to be the best option at this moment.

* And then a thought enters your mind.

* Oh, I mean I couldn’t possibly ask him that.

* “Hey Dennis, how the heck do you have any kids when you haven’t been able to leave camp for over a hundred years.”

* You know that there was that whole thing where Zeus turns to light or a swan or something, but you can’t see an honest, decent man like Dionysus pulling tricks like that.

* “There’s only the two; Castor and Pollux,” he responds.

* “Yeah, but still, how’d you even meet their mom when there’s a bolt of lightning every time you even look at the horizon?”

* Dionysus shakes his head, his teeth nibbling on the inside of his cheek.

* “All of Zeus’ children share half the same genetic makeup, so what difference does it make if it’s me or one of my siblings?”

* He’s been so small until now, practically shrinking into the corner of your cabin as you packed your bag, but he feels oddly strong right now.

* If someone else doesn’t want the children, he’ll take them.

* It’s as simple as that.

* “Makes sense,” you say. Because it does, and if your positions were reversed you might do the same.

* I can’t help but wonder what degenerate son of Zeus isn’t claiming their kid though

* Dennis sighs. “I don’t think this is a good idea by the way, you haven’t even visited the oracle.”

* “Why wake her up? She’s resting so peacefully.” The oracle, or Rachel Dare, is some hippie who ended up here in the thirties to write poetry, and just…decided to stay. There’s some Mumbo jumbo about the curse of an oracle or something but I get the feeling she doesn’t mind too much.

* “Besides I’ve got the prophecy of a witch right?” Your dreams haven’t gotten any better, and your interpretations of them aren’t any better than Psyche’s, but they are something.

* Dennis gives you a hard look before sighing.

* “Are you at least going to say goodbye?”

* “I already said goodbye, didn't I?”

* You spent thirty minutes explaining what happened on the hill, and another thirty debating with Dionysus why you couldn’t ignore this request from Hermes.

* You’re tempted to ask Dionysus if he knew there were rumors on Olympus that Hades isn’t your Dad, but you decide not to push your luck.

* He’s barley in the mood to speak with you as it is.

* He sighs again when he hears your answers, and instead of words all you hear is the soft click of the cabin door closing shut.

* You change quickly, glancing at the clock. It’s almost midnight. You tug on your jacket, and grab your backpack and staff.

* When you get outside you’re suprised to find him here.

* You snort.

* “Does Dennis think you’re going to change my mind?”

* The corner of Ares' mouth quirks up.

* “Nah, this is a personal call.”

* Your eyebrows wrinkle together when he takes your hand in both of his.

* “No one will admit it, because it’s not as sophisticated as strategy, but violence has its place.”

* He holds your hand to his heart.

* “I bless you, (Y/N), child of the Underworld, may your weapons never miss and may your wars be successful.”

* Your palm is itchy, a sensation that only subsides when Ares lets go of your hand.

* The image of a shield and spear burn in bright on your palm.

* It’s such a kind gesture, kinder than you know Ares is usually capable of.

* But it’s bittersweet at best, and Hermes words rung in your ears.

* “I’d never let anyone lay claim to my children like that.”

* “Have you ever blessed anyone before?” There’s an edge in your voice but you don’t care, not even when it takes Ares off guard.

* You’re bracing yourself for the answer, feeling anger rise in your chest.

* “Of course I have.”

* You shake your head. “Someone who wasn’t your child.”

* He looks confused, “how else am I supposed to pay back favors?”

* And then he starts listing them off.

* Jason, Hercules, Castor and Pollux, Rachel, and a slew of others.

* “Athena and I used to have an agreement to bless each other's champions, but that ended with Odysseus. I think she’s still butt hurt about how that whole thing ended up.”

* About how he was killed by his own son, and his heir didn’t slaughter the boy is what he must mean.

* “I even blessed that boy that’s caused all this mess,” your head snaps up.

* “Luke?”

* Ares nods.

* “A bit short sighted of me with how things turned out, but Hermes brought him to me all swaddled in blue blankets, I couldn’t say no.”

* “But Hermes said he’d never let any other god have a claim to his child.”

* Ares scoffs.

* “Since when did a blessing mean I have a claim on you? I’m just asking my domain to give you a little respect.”

* “B-but then why would he say that?”

* Ares looks at you like he’s confused. The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.

* “Are you really asking why a god would lie?”

* Because they want something from you obviously.

* “Hermes isn’t like me or Den,”

* And you’re expecting something overly gratuitous or disparaging, confirming that Hermes is the worst of them, just like Circe’s always said.

* “He’s good with words.”

* It’s not good or bad, not unless you put a connotation on it.

* And you don’t know how to respond to that.

* Ares smiles and places his hand on your shoulder.

* “Even if you get your boy back, don’t forget you promised me a date in ten years.”

* And just like that he’s incorrigible again.

* You roll your eyes, but you wave when you cross the hill, and he waves back.

* You stand at the edge of the bluff at the far edge of camp, the ocean unfurling before you like an abyss.

* And then, like the glow of a lamp, you see a yellow light cut through the darkness.

* There it is.

* You take your staff in hand, it extends, the wings at the end quadrupling in size.

* You straddle the broom, and take a deep breath, pinching your eyes close.

* “Hermes if you lied about this too, Persephone will make sure every moment of your life is pure agony,” you mutter.

* You kick off the bluff, and the world stands still.

* I guess he wasn’t lying after all.

* The wind brushes against your face, brushing your hair back when you surge forward.

* You’ve flown on your broom before, in the underworld where you’re safe, under a false sky.

* But this feels completely different.

* The scent of the sky, ozone, grass, and hints of the sea, is overwhelming.

* It feels like life

* And when you land on the deck you’re so overcome with emotion it takes you almost two minutes to realize someone is staring at you.

* You turn to see a middle age woman, someone who you’d categorize as ‘mom age’, wearing a pink hibiscus print dress, staring straight at you.

* “O-oh, hello, I’m just a, I’m just on a —”

* She walks right past you with a dazed expression, like you’re not even there.

* You stare at her as she trails down the hallway, running into a wall before turning.

* “That’s not normal.”

* You transfigure your wand into a ring, sliding it onto your finger as you explore the ship.

* It’s some sort of character themed cruise ship, the kind you see ads for on television that your dad alway says sound like fun, but then exactly five seconds later he gets a dark look on his face when he remembers the rest of the family would be there too and then says “nevermind”

* But unlike the fun filled advertisements none of these people look like they’re having fun, or that they know what they’re doing at all.

* They’re all walking around with dazed expressions, like they’re walking in a dream—

* Like they’re walking through mist.

* You slink around the ship, turning your invisibility jacket on when you hear two footsteps.

* “I always knew he was tough, but it feels so much worse now,” one groans

* “You’re telling me, what do you think he’s going to do with them?” The other asks.

* You’re curious to hear more but they round the corner.

* You look down the hall from where they came from, at the end are two large mahogany doors.

* You’re about to turn around when you hear him.

* “I didn’t dishonor her!” Luke shouts.

* And your first instinct is to wrap your arms around him, tuck his head into your chest and tell him that he’s okay. He made a mistake but you can both fix it.

* Your hand is curled around the door handle.

* “This isn’t right Luke,” she says.

* Annbeth?

* “You were there Annabeth, how can you think that after everything we’ve seen?”

* You crack the door open, they’re so entrenched in their discussion no one notices you.

* It’s not just Annabeth. Percy and Tyson are here too.

* But you don’t get the privilege to worry about how they ended up here.

* Because any thought in your head disappears the second you see Luke.

* He’s wearing a blue Tom Ford button down shirt and a pair of khaki pants. There’s a fine layer of stubble across his face, but not in a depraved there’s-no-place-to-shower kind of way, but in the careless way you’ve seen the older boys in school when they can’t be bothered to shave. He got a haircut too, something preppy and cut close to the ears.

* Every ounce of affection or sympathy you had for this boy is gone, and when you see his shoes—the smooth brown sheen you know to be calfskin leather.

* You are filled with anger you have never known.

* It is like anything you could or have ever felt is replaced with a single emotion, like your entire existence is just this one thing.

* And it is white hot rage.

* “If you knew what was coming—”

* The door’s burst open with a gust wind.

* Luke looks at you, his eyes wide in surprise.

* “YOU BETRAYED ME TO PRETEND TO BE SOME TRUST FUND DICK?” you scream.

* Percy and Annabeth cover their ears, wincing at the sound.

* Luke just stands there, his mouth gaping open.

* “Fuck,” he hisses.

* And then he turns around, and runs.

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<This is Part 37!>

* The ground beneath you feels thin, like the fragile crumbs of a flakey biscuit

* You open your eyes and see dust

* No, not dust, sand

* You sit up with a groan.

* Sand extends out as far as the eye can see, piled high in sand dunes, only interrupted by sparse growths of pale green plants that look like grass but meaner

* You hear water in your ears, and you think your fall into the ocean might have permanently affected your hearing

* But you turn around and there’s the ocean

* “It’s purple.”

* You didn’t think the ocean could be purple.

* Weirder things have happened.

* You’re tempted to sit down, back into the crumbling beach, and to stare at the mesmerizing purple tide drawn back and forth. The sky dulled gray overhead, the rocks in the sea the only constellation you need.

* You squint.

* That’s not a rock, that’s—

* “Dad?”

* You’re up then, running towards him.

* The closer you get the more familiar he becomes. He’s wearing a black turtleneck and a pair of slacks, they look new. And he’s staring off into the ocean.

* “Daddy!” you call out as you wrap your arms around him.

* He feels warm, and you take a deep breath in, relishing in the scent of amber and peonies.

* “What are you doing here?” you ask..

* You look up, and you see a hint of confusion trace his face until he sees your face and it’s replaced by suprise.

* A scarred hand cups your cheek, the affection conveyed through the action insurmountable.

* His gaze softens until his eyes are so warm it feels like you’re melting under his gaze.

* “Why didn’t I see it before?” he whispers, and your head tilts.

* See what?

* “You look just like your mother.” His thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you swallow hard.

* He never really talks about her.

* He used to before, when you were a kid and you thought your mom was some minor goddess.

* He always said she was the love of his life though

* Is that why he stayed?

* You’re not ready to talk about this.

* “You know, you’re the only one who says that. Everyone else thinks I look like you.”

* “Everyone else?” he asks, confused when his hands leave your face and rest on your arm

* The symbols of the gods lighting up

* “When did you meet all of them?”

* You guess he’s never seen all of the marks at once, thinking back you don’t think you’ve ever mentioned most of them.

* “Um, well, you got the ones from Hades and the others when I was too young to remember.” You always picture your father with you wrapped in a golden yellow blanket, showing you to all the gods and letting them caress your small arm with gentle fingers, painting a mark in their place.

* “I got the one from Circe that summer I had to save you,” he coughs but you pay it no mind. “Oh, and I got the one from Dionysus before that, I don’t think I have one from Hecate but they’ve mentioned it before, Hera’s was last spring, and the ones from Ares and Hermes are new—”

* “Are they,” your father interrupts you, looking at you with a tense expression you can’t quite place.

* “Are they trying to make you a hero?”

* There’s so much anguish in his face you can’t look him in the eye, instead you focus on your feet, bare and pressed into the jagged sand

* “Maybe, but I don’t want to be a hero, I told you that.”

* You have no interest in glory, not even in the name of your fathers honor.

* “I just want to save my friends.”

* He squeezes your face between his hands, brushing your hair back.

* “You’re a kind child aren’t you?”

* He’s never said you were kind before.

* He’s never had to, you know he thinks highly of you from the way he supports you

* But something about hearing what you’ve always suspected makes it truth, and it brings tears to your eyes

* “I learned it from you.”

* You see his watery eyes and smile before you’re enveloped in a sea of light so bright you’re forced to close your eyes, and when you open them you’re met with the sight of turquoise water

* The ocean is blue, you think

* You’re dazzled by the sight of blue sky melting into the ocean, the sound of the waves, and the loneliness you feel that you don’t notice the heavy sensation cloaked around you isn’t from mere exhaustion

* Not until you see the tanned arm placed against gravelly rock, an arm with unfamiliar veins and muscle definition, and arm that definitely isn’t yours.

* You stir and notice there’s another arm wrapped around your midsection and it’s grip tightens around you.

* “(Y/N).” The voice is familiar, and you relax when you hear it.

* Of course, everything adds up now

* When you feel from the stern of the ship, he must have caught you before you fell in, saving you from the perils of the sea.

* But the tremor in Percy’s voice doesn’t keep you relaxed for long. “I need you to be calm okay?”

* Calm?

* Why would you need to be calm?

* And then it hits you like a pile of bricks.

* Of course.

* Percy is a good boy, but he’s still just an adolescent teenager. You’re his friend but it’s perfectly natural.

* Your tongue is geared to tell him that much, analogies about how a body is just like a computer and when you put in a function it gives a response—completely normal

* Your head tilts up, and you see a flicker of gold.

* Eyes wide, as you take in the outstretched jaw as the creature yawns.

* “Is that a lion?” Percy’s grip on you tightens in affirmation.

* Your eyes narrow, there’s something familiar about the sight of a female lion, a thin gold chain glints around her neck, and you realize why.

* You extend your hand.

* “What the heck are you doing?” Percy hisses as loud as he can. “You’re going to get your arm—” but he stops when the lion gives your hand an intent sniff, and then kicks your palm.

* “That’s you, isn't it a Hypatia?”

* She nuzzles her face against your hand.

* “Clymenstra,” you whisper.

* She’s sent her favorite, she must know you’re here

* You hear a mutter from Percy, something equal parts incredulous and impertinent that you can’t entirely make out

* Being near the sea makes you weak, because when you move to stand it feels like your entire body is pinned under the weight of the ocean, it’s a small miracle you can even breathe

* Percy has to hold you up, and though reluctant, he finally relents and places you on Clymenstra’s back.

* "So that really was just your sword?" You mumble, and he looks at you with a confused expression that confirms your doubt. You'll consider it a small victory for now.

* Her forest passes by you in a flurry of green and orange, you manage to stay awake long enough to see the familiar orange shingle on her Mediterranean cottage, the green of rosemary and thyme that had grown unruly in her garden, and begun to creep on the staccato walls of her cottage.

* Gold eyes, like Liquid sunlight, drenched in concern you’ve only ever seen from your Father

* “Circe, it’s okay.” Is the thought that struggles to creep of my tongue, but all that passes through my lips is her name before darkness overcomes me once again.

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—fluff with Gamin Yoon

Saint speaks; This feels like the only time i can actually be called dionsaint, because literally no fluff comes on my blog anymore , just hcs bcs why not

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･｡ ⁺ ✦ — Every moment with Gamin to you is a precious one. One so precious that you cherish and savor every last moment of it.

᯽ You love telling him about the things you notice about him, from how he smiles when talking with his mother and uncle, or talking about his friends in the Study Group.

᯽You both dont really go on things people would call dates, but rather just small outings. A coffee shop or a study room is what you two opt for.

᯽He makes memos & keeps dates of everything that happens in your relationship, from the day you first shared a meal, to your anniversary, down to when you both met eachothers parents.

᯽You frequently see his mom, willingly or not. She always wants to see you, make sure you’re eating well, doing good in school, and being a good example for her son.

᯽His uncle on the other hand is very weird out by the fact that you’re both so normal. You both have never drank, never been under the influence, or driven without an adult present. He says that you both should be out and about breaking laws.

᯽The study group cringes whenever they see you both together. Theres no nicknames or anything, but just pure adoration whenever you both are together <3