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Galileo: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader, enemies to friends to lovers trope

Rating: M

Words: 2.1K

Warnings: None right now. but will eventually be smut.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N is an astronomer with her head constantly in the stars. But when a serial killer is threatening NASA’s top scientists, she is left in the protective custody of a man who’s gravitational pull threatens to pull her back down to earth. 

A.N: I made the reader jewish (or from a jewish family really) for reasons I don’t even know. Message to be added to the taglist! Much love, Cia

                              Chapter 1: Venus

Spencer never really “understood” women but he thought in the passing years he got at least, a better understanding. 

He still, however, didn’t understand you or your clear adverse feelings for him. Spencer immediately thought to do what he did in most situations when he didn’t understand people. He profiled them. 

He watched you from across the room, seated in a barstool height chair so you could look into the telescope, legs crossed as you scribbled into a notepad placed on your right thigh. No ring or any form of jewelry, Which most likely meant no significant other. Your work space was clear devoid of any pictures or sentimentals except for one small photo of you and Victim #4, clearly at a bar of some sort. He looks completely in his element while you look slightly uncomfortable. You’re both smiling brightly though he’s looking straight at the camera while you’re slightly looking up at him. That, how none of his desk or items were cleared, and how you seemed to move around his stuff like you were used to the routine of it all told Spencer what he needed to know. 

“Were you dating your coworker?” Spencer asked. You stopped in your track on your way to one of the chalkboards you set up for equations. Dr. Cliff often told you it was so outdated but you preferred to do things right yourself not let a computer decide for you. You leveled a heated look to Spencer. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Your partner, Jonathan Brewer.” Spencer pointed out. “You didn’t say in your initial interview that you were dating. If that was the case, that’s something we need to know. It could help find his kille--” 

“We. Weren’t. Dating.” You say, angrily. Spencer almost flinches at the pure venom that is seeping out of your voice. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, by the way. Everything I already told your agents was the truth. He was my best friend, My only friend, and now he’s dead. Please do not distract me from my work with idiotic questions again.”  You turn away from him, going back to your math. 

How dare he pretend to know anything about you and Jon. What a fucking pretentious asshole. Accusing you of sleeping with Jonathan, not that you didn’t want to… or didn’t at least think about it. You never got to tell Jonathan how you really felt about him, how he had the unfiltered ability to make the room feel lighter like you were in the zero gravity chamber, or how every shoulder press, hand on your back as he passed by, bright smiles from across the room while he did the math and you tracked Gaia would feel like lightning down your nervous system. 

You never got to tell him you were in love with him. 

And now you never will. 

You knew you were only angry at Spencer because he was able to clock you on what never occurred to Jonathan the year you’d known him in an hour of knowing you but in the end it was none of his business and he had absolutely no right. 

Thankfully, he had learned silence was a virtue and didn’t say anything the rest of the night, opting to read some of the books you had around. You stretched as you stood from your desk grabbing your bags to head out the door. Spencer also notices this and follows suit. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask as he’s following you out the door. 

“I’m your protective custody which means, I’m with you always, not just at work.” He says, awkwardly. “Did Dr. Clifton not explain?” 

“No, he did not...” You trail off. “Fine, come on.” You say going to your car, Spencer automatically climbs into the passenger seat and you drive home in silence. 

When you arrive at your apartment, the cat greets you with beady eyes from the top of his cat tower. 

“You know some people’s cats greet them at the door.” You say, approaching the tower to pet him, he purrs and pushes his head into your palm. You turn back to Spencer who is standing awkwardly by the door. “The sofa folds out if you want to take that, I guess I’ll bring you a blanket and pillow.” Spencer watches as you disappear from the room to give him the items you just said. “Don’t be confused if Alfonso is next to you when you wake up, the couch is his spot.” 

“Alfonso?” 

You gester to the cat. “Context clues, might help you out someday.” You say sarcastically. “I’m going to shower.” You brush past him on the way to what seemed to be your only sanctuary away from the doctor. 

Spencer takes this time to survey your apartment, making sure there’s no way for someone to break in without his knowledge. He pulls out the sofa bed and almost like clockwork, the small cat moved from his tower onto the corner of the couch and slept. Spencer also looked around the apartment like he would with any victim, though you weren’t one yet, he still had to figure out why you’re specifically being targeted. But he couldn’t get a gage of who you are because there was nothing that said who you were in this house. Living room was obviously designed by an interior designer, the kitchen was neat only things on the counter were a coffee maker, kettle and a stand mixer. Different plants lined your balcony along with a small telescope. The only thing he could get a reading on was that you lived here, you had a cat, and that maybe you baked. 

“Mom, I’m fine.” Spencer hears, he turns toward the bathroom to see you exiting in a pair of pajama shorts and a large Georgetown University sweater. He knew you didn’t go there but Victim #4 did, he could only assume it was his sweater. “Obviously I’m not in danger, we’re talking on the phone.” He watches you pause and roll your eyes. “No mom, this isn’t an elaborate hostage call. I told you to stop watching true crime before bed.” Spencer tries not to listen to the conversation, he really does. But it’s been a while since he’s been able to have a normal conversation like this with his mom. So of course that made him a tad jealous. 

“Mom it’s almost 7am. I should really sleep…. for the last time, mom, I have to work at night my job is to watch planets…. You’re right I’m probably not going to find a husband this way, but I also don’t want one…. I do not need a yenta, Ma! Now I really have to go, give my best to dad.” You say, hanging up. Spencer watches you groan in frustration. 

“God, can you believe that woman! I love her to death but I don’t need a fucking matchmaker, there’s a serial killer after me for god’s sake! Dating should be her last concern—“ You cut off realizing you’re ranting to a man who’s just met you and that you also despise. “You don’t give a shit about this.” You say, Spencer just tilts his head at you. You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.” You say, closing your bedroom door quickly. 

Some things stayed the same though because as soon as you hit your pillow, you were deeply asleep. 

———————————————-

Spencer wakes up in the late afternoon to the cat sprinting across his body. He opens his eyes a little to see you placing food and water in a bowl. You pet him briefly before letting him eat and then you sit at the dining table with a hot mug in your hand. 

“You made coffee?” Spencer asked, groggily. 

“Yes.” You say, obviously. 

“The pot is empty…” 

“I didn’t say I made some for you.” You looked at him. “I’m sure, they taught you how to use a coffee maker in the academy.” 

With that you turn away from him, back to the book you were reading. Spencer rolls his eyes but makes the coffee anyway, he knew if the entire day was going to be like this he’d need it.

“You know, this would probably be easier if you would stop fighting me at every turn. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. There's no point in arguing constantly.” 

“No, what would make it easier is if you caught the serial killer, so I could have my apartment back.” You say, rolling your eyes. 

Spencer just throws his arms up. He tried, he’s officially giving up trying to find common ground with this she-devil. He grabs his phone and steps into the hall for a second. 

“Oracle of Quantico, speak and be heard.” He hears Penelope say over the line. He sighs in relief at the tone of his friend. 

“Garcia, do you know if the others have found anything on this case yet?” He says. 

“No dice, my friend. Far as I know they’re still doing victimology. You know I would call you if we found anything out. Why? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I’m just… trying to gage how long this’ll be.” 

“Jesus Spencer, it’s been one day. It can’t be that bad.” 

“It can, Garcia, this woman….she hates me. And I don’t know why.” 

“Well what did you do?” 

“Nothing! I didn—” 

“Spencer…” Penelope said in an almost scolding tone. 

“I may have… accused her of dating Victim #4.” 

“Jonathan Brewer, her coworker. Why would you do that?” 

Spencer tells her of the things he’s found in her office as well as her sweater this morning and Garcia cuts him off. 

“Ok, I’ve heard enough.” Garcia says. “Spencer, I may not be a profiler but I understand women, especially smart, nerdy women. So you told me she has a picture of them on her desk and that she still hasn’t cleared his desk?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did you see any pictures of her on his desk?” 

“No.” 

“And you already know from when we went to his apartment, there were no photos of her there either.” Penelope says, like it’s kinda obvious. “So combine that with the sweater and everything else what do you get?” 

“She was in love with him....” Spencer says, confused why it took him this long to get it. “And it wasn’t reciprocated…” 

“Points to Ravenclaw.” Penelope says. “Now you’re already a constant reminder that she’s lost someone, so bringing it up every second and accusing her of lying probably isn’t helping. She probably isn’t even angry at you, she’s just grieving, let her do that.”   

“You’re right, Garcia.” He sighs. 

“I always am. Adieu.” She says hanging up. Spencer re-enters the apartment and sees you sitting in a chair next to the window reading, he notes that you are dressed for work. You were wearing a knee length black pencil skirt with a mint green blouse. All tied together with your floor length lab coat that held your badge. Your hair was tied in a high bun and round rimmed glasses adorned your face. Spencer hated to say it but he wasn’t blind, you were breath-taking. 

“I’m leaving in 45 minutes, if you want to put on something less… firetruck-y.” Spencer looked down and he was still wearing his Pajama pants that had a pattern of fire trucks on them. 

Well, she was breath-taking until she opened her mouth. 

Spencer just sighed and went to change. 

The two of you drove to the office in silence, the only sound being classical music playing through her speakers. You put the car in park and you start to get out when you feel a hand circle your wrist you pull your arm back and look at the man in disgust. 

“Wait before you get out.” Spencer says looking you in the eye. “I wanted to apologize for making accusations about your relationship with Jonathan. It was not my place to do that.” 

“It wasn’t.” You say. 

“I know. I’m sorry… we’re going to be with each other constantly until we find his killer so I don’t want to fight everyday. Friends?” He says offering his hand for her to shake. Spencer didn’t like shaking hands but if it would show her he was serious he’d do it. 

“I appreciate the apology but we’re only working together briefly, there’s no reason for us to be friends. Colleagues.” She agrees, looking at his hand but not shaking it. Just choosing to get out of the car without another word. 

God, you were not going to make this easy. Spencer knew that for a fact.

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Ultimate Relationship Ask Meme

Tagged by @amistrio

Tagging @nightwingshero @thefathersbride @deputyash @bioshocking @punisherpage @chazz-anova @ja-crispea (no pressure)

I will do Jacob/Tess an put this under a read more, dang it’s long (but so good for oc development, I’ll do one for my other two pairings on my own)

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both tend to do it if significantly stressed enough, since both are so quiet half the time, but Tess has a firmer edge due to being a mom.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Tess.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither, at the end of it all and despite their problems, they are with each other to the end of the line.

Who trashes the house? Neither.

Do either of them get physical? Neither do.

How often do they argue/disagree? A lot, due to the stress of their lives. Tess was guilt-ridden over cheating on her husband with Jacob, and then he ended up kidnapping her and having their kid all along when she thought her (now dead) husband had killed the baby. It got better as Tess developed Stockholm stayed in his bunker, but she never got used to his extreme tactics and cruelty.

Who is the first to apologize? Tess, and the first one to air out her feelings/concerns. Jacob even developed enough trust until his death to also talk things out with her.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch it up, but it’s usually Jacob.

Who is on the bottom? See above.

Who has the strangest desires? Most likely Jacob; Tess is pretty vanilla after having only had one partner her whole life and never experimented with her boring husband. Not like Jacob knows anything too kinky (”that’s John’s thing”), but he does push Tess to try things she never did, such as outdoor sex and edging.

Any kinks? I guess Jacob has a breeding kink and likes doing it outdoors or if there is the risk someone can see them. Tess doesn’t have any specific ones and just goes along with whatever Jake wants as long as it’s not violent or demeaning.

Who’s dominant in bed? Jacob.

Is head ever in the equation? Tess does know how to give good head and Jacob tries his best with her, so yes, they do a lot of oral.

If so, who is better at performing it? Tess.

Ever had sex in public? Jacob introduced Tess to it: they had sex in the veteran center, out int he woods, in a church, near the window so the trainees could see...

Who moans the most? Tess, it surprises Jacob how loud she can get

Who leaves the most marks? Jacob.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Both have had sex, but Jake has had more lovers and exposure to different types.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? It depends on how horny/frustrated at one another they feel. Tess leans more to “making love;” Jake can see it as both.

Rough or soft? Like above, but Tess leans more toward soft sex, so he obliges. Tess had an unfulfilling sex/romantic life with her marriage and sex had even been painful at times with Logan, so she really wants sex with her new partner to be sex and long-lasting so she can get better pleasure and a better experience.

How long do they usually last? Poor Jake, he’s 47, so he doesn’t last long (especially with that good head lol), so he mainly spends time drawing pleasure out from Tess.

Is protection used? Lol, nope, that’s how they got Todd. After Todd’s birth, Tess does ask for protection more often.

Does it ever get boring? Maybe a little since Tess really likes foreplay, but Jacob is happy enough to help her so he goes for it.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? At John’s ranch of all places. They were there for a family dinner (pre-Reaping) so Tess could meet Jacob’s family (who semi-disapproved b/c she was still married, but they liked her nonetheless). Jacob wanted to get back at John for some bitchy comments, so he fondled Tess under the dinner table and then followed her to the bathroom and took her there. The other Seed’s had an inkling what was happening, but choose to do nothing and sat there until a smug Jacob and an embarrassed Tess returned. John still wants to mark the two with “Lust” to this day.

Do they plan on having children/or have children? They’ve had Todd and Tess wouldn’t mind one more if possible; Jacob is fine with Todd and adopting Tess’s daughters.

If so, how many children do they want/have? See above.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Tess is the cuddler of this relationship.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Jacob, but Tess has gotten really teasing with Jacob in her bolder moments since gettign with him (he’s a bad influence!).

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?  Both, though Tess is slightly more needy.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Jacob isn’t much of a fan of snuggles, but will allow it for a few minutes durign down time. Also when he’s asleep that’s when Tess chooses to snuggle the most.

Who gives the most kisses? Tess.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Walking in the Whitetails if they can avoid the Resistance long enough to do so lol. They can also just sit quietly in each other’s presence and enjoy the company, with Tess leading most conversation if it takes her to do so.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? In bed.

How often do they get time to themselves? Not often, especially when Jacob is busy with his "cull the herd” schtick.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Jacob.

If both do, who snores the loudest? Just Jacob, pray for Tess.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed, though it took Tess a while to get to that point (what with the guilt over their affair, his cult kidnapping her and ruining her family life, feeling horrified by his actions).

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Once Tess decides to sleep together again, Tess is the one who cozies up to him and in his sleep he ends up hugging her.

What do they wear to bed? If they’re together? Jacob simply either goes naked, or strips down to pants/underwear. Tess would prefer pajamas, but since it’s not an option, she’ll sleep in under clothes.

Are either of them insomniacs? Jacob.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sometimes, if Jacob really needs them. Tess tries to limit his use by just talking to him until one or the other falls asleep.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Tess will snuggle, much to Jacob’s annoyance (though he secretly loves it).

Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, but Tess has nastier snags.

Who wakes up first? Jacob most often due to nightmares or his strict routine. Tess will follow shortly after be/c she’s been a mom and is used to it.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Neither, but it is Tess is more used to it due to her daughter’s surprising her.

What is their favorite sleeping position? Tess prefers her side, Jacob on his back.

Do they set an alarm each night? Not really, since Jacob’s brain is a pretty good alarm clock due to the military routine/PTSD keeping him up. Tess often ends up waking at 7 am because that’s when she got the girls up, unless her body really needs the rest. Also, they have baby Todd, that’s often their alarm clock.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? No, unless it’s one that hosts security cams around the veteran center.

Who has nightmares? Both, but Jacob has them more frequently on account of his barely treated PTSD.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Jacob.

Who makes the bed? Tess does it like clockwork.

What time is bed time? Depends on the type of day they have; Jacob might still be working late into the night or might retire early to get needed rest.

Any routines/rituals before bed? None for Jacob, but Tess tries to keep to a routine despite the circumstances: she goes to sleep better after some tea and occasionally a shower.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Both, but people expect it from Jake, not from Tess.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Jacob, running a doomsday cult is hard work. Tess is more like a prisoner, but she tries to keep herself busy in the veteran center.

Who rakes in the highest income? Neither really.

Are any of them unemployed? Tess technically is during the events of the Reaping. She lost her job at the veteran center (which was more of a volunteer position, as her husband forced her to quit after they were married/Hazel was on the way) after the incident in which her husband found out about the affair and shot her, so she had been injured. Then the Reaping happened and she was kidnapped and force to be nurse to the cultists, which isn’t really a proper job.

Jacob technically has one, but does being a cult leader really count? Is he unionized, or getting proper benefits?

Who takes the most sick days? Neither, considering the circumstances.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Same as above, but Tess would take sick days if she couldn’t hid her bruises or when her girls needed her pre-Reaping.

Who sucks up to their boss? Neither.

What are their jobs? Jacob trains the soldiers for Eden’s Gate and keeps the Whitetail Mountains in line. Tess had trained to be a nurse (and even did some Doctors Without Borders/Peace Corps-esque service in her youth), but was forced to quit by her husband Logan. She took up as a nurse/helper at the veteran center when her husband lost his job and was secretly earning income to leave him/Hope County eventually). She is now semi-reluctant nurse for Eden’s Gate.

Who stresses the most? Both of them, but they are the types to keep it to themselves.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Jacob simply feels this is his purpose; he doesn’t feel any which way about it. Tess loved nursing and had a strong desire to help people, so she was both sad when she had to quit nursing and happy when she took it back up at the vet center. As a semi-reluctant POW of Eden’s Gate, she isn’t sure if she should help the people who are hurting those she once knew and loved, but she does take her duties seriously and her compassionate heart leads her to help others again.

Are they financially stable? Tess was more stable than Jacob, but it didn’t last long.

Home:

Who does the washing? Tess.

Who takes out the trash? Both, but mainly Tess.

Who does the ironing? Tess (she likes to do domestic chores, it keeps her mind occupied).

Who does the cooking? Tess, she won’t let a Seed come near any kitchen on her watch.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Most likely Jacob. 

Who is messier? Jacob; it’s not that he’s a slob, he just doesn’t try to keep clean it’s the depression.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Jacob.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Most likely Jacob.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither, but Jacob does forget to put the seat down.

Who is the prankster around the house? Neither, it’s not in their natures.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Tess. It’s what gets her caught if/when she tries to escape, since she can forget minor details and Jacob is just that much of a memory master.

Who mows the lawn? Neither, they don’t have a lawn. If they did, probably Jacob.

Who answers the telephone? Both.

Who does the vacuuming? Tess.

Who does the groceries? Both.

Who takes the longest to shower? Tess.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Tess.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Yeah. Jacob was homeless before his brothers found him and he tends to not think much about money, since John takes care of any expenses. Tess hit hard times when her husband lost his job and refused to get another one to dedicate his life to “writing” (and really, he just sat around the house to drink, watch TV, and later when he dedicated his time to the cult), which had her take up a job at the veteran center to earn extra money. Her parents and sister were her safety net, but she didn’t want to accept money from them (on account of her humility and her husband’s arrogant pride; he smacked her once when she even brought it up and she never did so again).

How many cars do they own? None. Jacob does have cult trucks, though.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Jacob had been living with his brother John at his ranch house, though he would drift around abandoned cabins and bunkers just because he felt like it. He then took over the veteran center as his new home lol. Tess’s husband owned the house, but had to abandon it after the Reaping and she’s now a “guest” at the vet center.

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country, in bumfuck Hope County (are there even any other towns in this county besides Fall’s End? No wonder no one came for the cult, I bet most Americans don’t even know this place exists!). Tess grew up in Montana and Hope County has been her home for most of her life. Both prefer country to city life.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yep, though Jacob can’t enjoy nature as much since he’s got a cult army to build.

What’s their song? Cold Cold Man (Jacob’s perspective). I Walk the Line (Tess’s perspective). Otherwise, none they can agree upon or have thought about.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? They throw themselves into other projects or thoughts; Tess thinks more about Jacob than he does of her.

Where did they first meet? Tess met Jacob at the veteran center where she was working as a helper and he was receiving treatments (a cover for him scoping out potential bases). They quietly became drawn to each other and started platonically before they moved to an intimate relationship.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Neither.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Jacob, much to Tess’s consternation.

Any mental issues? Ummm, where to start? Jacob has PTSD from both his abusive family situation, being separated from his beloved brothers, and from his military days. Tess has low self-esteem and depression/anxiety due to being in a loveless, emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive marriage; she recently showed signs of PTSD herself after her husband shot both her and her daughter after he found out about the affair and thinking her newborn baby Todd was killed by him. And that was before the cult broke her even more.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Jacob, because Tess would just trap and release the spiders if she encounters them.

Their favorite place? Snowshoe Lake has become a quiet place for the two of them to be together when there is a moment of peace.

Who pays the bills? Both, if there were bills to pay.

Do they have any fears for their future? Definitely. Tess is obvious (the father of her child helps lead a violent doomsday cult, how her family will handle this/make it out alive, the fact that she is genuinely becoming dependent upon Jacob as the events go on). Jacob is also complicated: he just assumed he would die in service of Joseph’s dream. Now that he has found some romantic affection and has a child, he is torn about giving up his life or somehow living to be with Tess and his son.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? None; John would end up doing it for them to “give them some taste of class” lol.

Who’s the tallest? Jacob.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Jacob.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Neither, but Jacob would be most likely if he was sure no one could see him.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Neither.

What do they tease each other about? Neither are the teasing type, but Jacob might make a few cracks about Tess’s soft heart (though he does love this about her, like he’ll admit it).

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither really care about fashion.

Do they have mutual friends? Nope, though Tess does try her best to get along with Jacob’s brothers.

Who crushed first? Tess, with Jacob following after he got to know her (the sexual attraction was there between them).

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Not really; Tess makes sure Jacob doesn’t slip into depending upon sleep pills or tries to notice any behavior (I imagine Jake would want to stay away from alcohol abuse so he doesn’t end up like Old Man Seed).

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? None.

Who swears the most? Neither of them swear a whole lot, but Jacob might swear more than Tess, who abhors bad language.

#ask game #Tess and Jacob #jacob seed x oc #fc5

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kate + nathan!!!! they have me 👀

@queennymeria @casino-lights @highoverseer also asked for kate & nathan which y’all im crying cat dot jpg thank you for letting me talk about my very indulgent days gone married ocs!!! 💞💞💞

who hogs the duvet: kate. she bundles up like a burrito and nathan is constantly left out in the cold, rip. who texts/rings to check how their day is going: nathan calls kate everyday on her lunch break like clockwork to get the rundown on the latest drama. who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: nathan! he puts a lot of thought and care into the gifts that he gets for her. who gets up first in the morning: they’re both up pretty early for their jobs, pre pandemic. nathan’s a homicide detective and kate’s a lecturer in classics and they have two kids. so they have an alarm set for like 6am. kate has to head into work earlier than nathan, so he usually does the school run. post outbreak, nathan goes to bed late and is back up again before the sun is even fully risen. kate wakes up to an empty bed more often than not. who suggests new things in bed: kate. nathan is a Repressed British Man™ (except not bc he’s a us citizen he just lived in the uk from 4 to 18) and would literally never in the early days of their relationship. but they’ve been together 20 years, so at this point they both know what the other likes and either of them is likely to bring up new things in the bedroom. who cries at movies: nathan can’t stay dry eyed in a movie where someone loses a loved one and hates watching them. who gives unprompted massages: nathan and kate have been through two pregnancies together. nathan is a well practiced hand at unprompted massages. who fusses over the other when they’re sick: they’re both fussy, honestly. but nathan more so.who gets jealous easiest: nathan rip. kate is beautiful and charming and gets hit on a lot. she’s got one professor at work that nathan is constantly threatening to make disappear.who has the most embarrassing taste in music: kate’s favourite music genre is disco and it kills nathan.who collects something unusual: kate has a collection of ancient roman coins. who takes the longest to get ready: honestly they’re both either ready to go in five minutes or they take an hour.who is the most tidy and organised: nathan. he’s a pretty minimalist guy and mess stresses him out. kate is the frazzled professor trope. who gets most excited about the holidays: kate! she loves halloween and the fourth of july especially. they always throw parties and barbecues. who is the big spoon/little spoon: he’s 6′2 and she’s 5′1 so yeah. he’s the big spoon. and i want to scream thanks. who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: they’re both extremely competitive people. they literally met each other because they start an argument at a pub quiz. who starts the most arguments: kate. nathan gets quiet and reserved when he’s genuinely angry/upset and kate just keeps poking until he blows up. who suggests that they buy a pet: nathan loves cats and wants like three.what couple traditions they have: they have a set date night every thursday. usually it’s dinner or drinks. museum trips. movie dates. what tv shows they watch together: they love watching crime murder shows and trying to guess who did it. it’s a little competition between them. their favourites are true detective, the killing, broadchurch, lost and luther.what other couple they hang out with: before the pandemic they had a lot of married parent friends that they hung out with. most notably, kate’s sister and her husband and nathan’s partner and her wife. how they spend time together as a couple: before the pandemic they both lead really busy lives. they both had time consuming jobs and have two kids so their favourite ways to spend time together was just relaxing with each other. catching up on their current tv shows, sharing any work gossip, just being around each other. post pandemic a lot of their time together is consumed by running the settlement. that and fucking. who made the first move: kate! they meet when kate’s attending oxford to get her masters and nathan is over from seattle visiting his mom and after their pub quiz argument, kate offers to buy him a drink. who is the best cook: nathan 100%. kate’s a terrible cook.

#oc: kate #oc: nathan #x: 20 years and counting #oc tag #genuinely thank y'all for indulging me #i've really went from 0 to 600 with them from yesterday #like i'm so fucking emo about their crumbling marriage in days gone #they were (and still are lbr) so fucking in love!!!!! #koroleyva #also their fcs are richard armitage and mireille enos and 5'1 vs 6'2 is the actual height difference like wow

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The King and I Chapter 1

Okay First off I know the picture is crappy don't judge me! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this. I released a couple of paragraphs and was threatened if I didn't release this soon. It was going to be called something else but that title was to long for me lol enjoyI

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Word count is a little over 2000!

Warnings: Sex talk and a little smut.

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“Sire Please!” Moans and gasps of air was all that was heard throughout his chambers. Tia’s pleas went unanswered. How she ended up on the shoulders of the king with his head berried between her legs was a mystery to her. She knew not to think to long about it, because if she did she would’ve let go of the banister and fallen backwards. How did she get this stuck up old fart knocker between her legs? He has been any and everything but kind to her all week! Hell every time she comes to England for her biannual tour he’s either not around or not the nice. Well he was being nice now, real nice. Tia was awaken from her pre orgasmic haze when his highness moved to lower her. He placed her on the bed gently and nipped at her inner thigh. As he stood he started to undress himself.

As Chris gazed up and down Tia’s perfectly curvy pecan toned body he realized how much he had truly fallen for this woman. He wanted nothing but to give her anything that she wanted, and that started with him. Tia sat up and pulled his slacks down since he wasn’t going fast enough. Chris leaned down and captured her perfect luscious rosewood lips with his own. Tia finally managed to get his oh so many layers off of him and motioned for him to crawl up the bed next to her. And to think a week ago he wouldn’t have given her the time of day. Not because she wasn’t beautiful or his type because she definetley was. But because he had a country to run and they didn’t exactly take a liking to each other. Now all he wanted was for her to let him pound her into his bed.

One week earlier…

“Sire, lady Tia will be here momentarily, you should stick around and greet her.” His highness seemed less then pleased to do so. “Your highness will you give us a smile for the cover? Please?” The busty photographer’s assistant asked as she situated his hair. He was not in a smiling mood nevertheless he tried to look a little more pleasant in the photos.

Didn’t happen.

“Sire? Lady Tia?” James his trusted advisor probed at him again. As Chris finished his photo shoot he examined his advisor. He looked like any other advisor he had worked with in the past. About 6 feet tall, and older much older. James had taken his role as an advisor just 8 years short of Queen Elizabeth the second stepped down from her reign. He was there to see the whole scandal of the rightful heirs to the throne reject it. He was the one that actually sought out Master Evans to claim his place as king. He was their when his wife passed and left him with 2 small children. That was a long time ago, now his boys were 6 and 10 and seemed to be adjusting to their newish lives just fine. The photographer snapped the last frame and thanked the king for his time. After all the proper good byes were said and done Chris and James headed to the car so he could get back to the palace. The boys would be done with school soon and he liked to be there if only for a minute with them to say hello and play a little. On the way back to the palace Chris finally broke his silence about the Tia situation. “I will say hello and be on my way.” James let out a huff and nodded in agreement.

…..

“T?”

“Yeah?” Tia answered Chani one of her dancers and a good friend. “Are we going to go see Kate while we are here?” Chani asked with Cheshire Cat style grin. “You mean Kate Kate? As in to our opinion, the best fucking smut dealer that came from Down under? That Kate?” Chani nodded in excitement.  “Only if she’s there, call her and see…. When we get on the ground of course.” They were flying high in an old friend’s jet. On the way England to do their special pop up concert. They normally only came for the bi-annual concerts. One at the end of Summer and the other for the holidays. But this one was special it was the former Queen Elizabeth’s II birthday and she had asked for Tia to perform specifically. As happy as she was to see the Queen; She was not so happy to see the succeeding King. King Christopher Evans, boy was he a pain. When Elizabeth reigned she had insisted that every time that Tia came through she and her crew were to stay at the palace. Chris was far from happy about this arrangement. However, Tia did offer to not stay there, to help his family cope with the change. He refused and got upset and said that would be disrespectful to her wishes. And asked how she could ask him to do such a thing. The first couple of rounds were ehh okay. But things didn’t get any easier to have a 20-person crew in the palace. Especially since this is where this man and his family were supposed to call home. Bottom line it stressed everyone out. So after the 3rd time of uncomfortable exchanges she let her team stay at a hotel and only she stayed at the palace. Chris got offended and was upset that she had taken it on herself to break the accords. Tia insisted that if anyone ever challenged it she would take the heat.

Anyways ever since then, Tia and Chris just stayed out of each others way. When his wife died things got even more uncomfortable. His boys sought after her naturally desperate for a mother’s warmth. Any kind of mother, even ladies that haven’t been mothers yet. Naturally Chris was not for this idea at all. He despised it as a matter of fact. But Tia couldn’t help it. What is she supposed to do when two young boys sneak into her chamber at night for hugs and kisses? Shew them away!? So they kept their little secret from Chris. At night once he had retired to his chambers, Sebastian-6 and Henry-10 would come over to her room and get that extra love that they needed. Sometimes it was just hugs and kisses goodnight. Sometimes it was bedtime stories and songs. Then again sometimes all they wanted was to sleep next to her wrapped in her embrace. Sebastian a little more than Henry. Don’t get him wrong Henry never denied the love she offered but Sebastian let’s just say he had no problems inviting himself over. Especially late at night when he would wake up from a bad dream, or if there was a big thunder storm.

The jet finally touched down in Heathrow airport. The stage crew had already made it in, and met them at the gate. After a quick headcount and going over some rules for their visit. Tia released them into the city. As Tia made her way outside like clockwork the royal car was waiting for her. The driver Banks stepped out and greeted her.

“Lady Tia, what a pleasure it is to see you again.”

“Thanks Banks! How are the kiddos?” She asked as she moved to the trunk and waited for it to pop open.

“They are fine, thank you for asking.”

“And?”

“And what ma’am?”

“How are things going with you and Malcolm?”

“Shh! Girl! You are going to get me fired.”

Tia busted out laughing, June and Malcolm had been dating for 7 months now. They met when His majesty offered him a ride to the theater.

June practically pushed Tia into to the car and jumped into the driver’s seat. Once it was safe she pulled out of the parked lane and headed for the palace. June rolled down the patrician window surprised to see Tia waiting right at the window to greet her.

“Shit! You almost gave me a bloody heart attack!”

Another gut bursting laugh erupted out of Tia. She loved to scare June.

“Well you don’t text me back and I want to know how things are going. It’s not every day that one of your besties starts dating the president. Especially the president of the most romantic city in the world!!”

“Bloody hell!! Hush you! For Christ sake you’re going to get me in to trouble.”

“That’s the goal!”

Tia sat back and enjoyed the sights. She adored London the sights the sounds even the smells. This was one of the best places in the world to her. She was brought back to the conversation when June finally broke her silence.

“But Malcolm and I are great! He’s absolutely perfect! The kids luv him, they’ve become great mates.”

“June that’s so exciting! Soo how is he in bed?”

“TIA!?!? I can’t tell you that!”

A smile broke from the corners of Tia’s mouth. She knew if she didn’t press any further that June would tell her. So she made sure June was watching in the rear-view mirror before she shrugged her shoulders.

June not being able to contain herself calmly spoke. “He’s a lot more limber then he looks.”

Tia looked scandalized at June who just started to whistle and keep looking at the window.

“How so?”

“He’s a bloody porn star he is.”

“HA!”

“I have never ever in my life been exposed to that kind of sex. Mind you I was married to kink for 15 years!!”

“So he makes you happy?”

“Very much, he wants me to move to Paris.”

A gasped escaped Tia.

“Are you going to go?!?! Once my youngest gets to what do you call it in America? High School?” Tia nodded in agreement. “Then I will consider it. That gives him 9 1/2 months for him to be sure about his feelings.”

Tia could see the worry wonder across June’s face. It had only been 3 years since she became a widowed mother of four. But something still lingered across her mind. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t disrespecting her husband’s memory. Also she had promised him that she would find someone to take care of her and the ankle biters. His favorite nickname for the kiddos. June didn’t notice Tia move to patrician window to comfort her.

“You are an amazing woman, and you deserve an amazing man. I think Shawn would be proud of you for not lingering around. For putting your life back together in a short amount of time. Malcolm seems to be a great man and I know he will take care of you. I’m always here for you, you know that.” Tia kissed her on the temple and moved back a loose strand of hair that had fallen from her bun. “Now if you make me where one of those atrocious bridesmaid dress then I’m out. But until then I have got your back.”

June couldn’t stop the tear that escaped her. How she managed to be blessed with such a great friend at her age was beside herself. She thought of Tia like a daughter/bestie, kind of like a Lorelai and Rory Gilmore situation. As they pulled into the gate Tia’s heart sank. She was excited to see her boys again just not Chris. As they pulled up to the palace Sebastian and Henry were waiting outside with flowers in their hands jumping up and down in their royal attire. James was close behind them to make sure no harm came to them while they were waiting. June parked the car right in front of the boys and when Tia stepped out they rushed her.

“TIA!!!” They screamed in unison. “Tia, Tia we missed you!” Tia bent down and let the boys hug her. She kissed the tops of their heads.

“Hello my little loves! I missed you both soo much.”

A throat cleared in the background, and everybody stiffened. The boy’s let go and immediately stepped back. Tia slowly rouse to her feet straightened and spoke.

“Hello your Majesty.”

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