Fic :: Rain (Hotch/Reid, R)
Title: Rain
Author: aqua_zephyrus (Shiny-sama)
Pairing/Characters: Hotch/Reid, Jack (Criminal Minds)
Rating: R
Warning: Fluff. Angst. Language.
Word count: 758
Beta: None.
Spoiler: None.
Disclaimer: FICTION
Summary: At some point, it was going to blow up in their face.
Author’s Notes: The first of (hopefully) many things to come. Written for the 25 drabble challenge to get my mind working again in the realm of characterization and fan fiction. I’ve been told by a few I have them down, but… call it paranoia.
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"A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true." -Ray Evans
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30. Rain
There were some nights where they argued. Some nights, there were consequences.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Of all the times they had to break out in an argument of sorts, it had to be when one of the worst storms of the summer was on the horizon. The day had been hot, clouds brewing on the horizon - and with it, high tensions. It had been a long time coming, and… and the ensuing explosion was terrible. It was definitely one of the times that Aaron felt awful. But at the same time, he felt it needed to be said. Obviously, it had been on both their minds for some time now.
“Is that all I’m good for?! A pity fuck when you’re craving?!”
“You use me for your nightmares about Foyet! With the knives and the... and the sex. Don’t think this is all my fault!”
“FUCK YOU, Spencer Reid!”
“Oho, that’s rich! You wish you could!”
In the grand scheme of things, it had ended up with Aaron’s hand balling into a fist and Spencer spitting in his face. Jack ran downstairs only to see his biological father storming out the front door with his car keys and slamming it shut. Spencer was staring at it with Jack suddenly clinging to his leg. The anger of nine months suddenly disappeared in a haze of confusion and guilt. Followed by a need to go and chase him outside.
He didn’t have to go far.
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He was sitting on the curb, staring at the cars driving by and feeling the rainwater slap his face. The spittle from Spencer was washed away, as were seemingly invisible tears. Seemingly being the key word. As the unit chief listened to the storm that he sat in, it only seemed to echo the storm of emotions rolling through his very body. How hurt he was that his boyfriend thought of him like that.
He couldn’t hear anything but the gutter. Didn’t want to look up from the flow of rainwater to notice the person behind him. Didn’t care to listen to those tentative footsteps behind him. For all he knew, it could’ve been another mugger out to steal his wallet. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
What he did hear, however, was his voice.
“Aaron?”
He didn’t look up, soaking wet. He coughed. Great. Now he was getting sick.
“Aaron. Please.”
He was pleading behind him. Begging. Funny. Aaron thought it could have been the other way around. Spencer slowly took a seat next to him on the curb, placing his hand on his arm. He bit his lip. “Come back in.”
There was a bitter laugh. Still annoyed. Still angry. “So you can tell Jack how terrible a father I am?”
Spencer looked stung at this. “N-No! Why the hell would I want to do that?!”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Aaron muttered. He coughed.
At this, the agent’s face morphed quickly from needing sympathy to rage again. Rage at his boyfriend. At the man he spent the last nine months of his life with. “You’re kidding me. Y-you’re…” He spluttered before spitting back out at him. “You are the most - insecure, idiotic, temperamental human being I’ve ever had the privilege to spend time with in a relationship in my entire life! Will you just… STOP and listen to yourself for one goddamn moment?!”
Aaron was silent.
“I tell Jack every night when he goes to bed that you’re like Batman. That you have the brain of one of the sweetest, smartest people I have met in my life. That you will risk life and limb for a stranger that you haven’t known for five minutes. That you saved your best friend and person you love from an evil angel who nearly killed him. And I tell him every. Single. Fucking. Night. That you never ever gave up to George.” His voice almost cracked here. “That you fought him off. With your bare hands.”
The rain was still coming down, in sheets no less. Aaron couldn’t answer.
“I don’t tell him you’re terrible. I don’t tell him about how we fight sometimes. I don’t tell him that you’re a workaholic and how I miss you every night you’re not home with us.” Spencer pulled himself closer to his boyfriend now, giving his arm a squeeze. “…I’m not like that.”
His lover swallowed. Hard.
Spencer nuzzled him. “I love you, Aaron. So much. I'm sorry I yelled. I just...”
He looked down, quiet. Pained. "I know."
Now with apparent fan art courtesy of @Sasu-Hina on deviantART.
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Author: aqua_zephyrus (Shiny-sama)
Pairing/Characters: Hotch/Reid, Jack (Criminal Minds)
Rating: R
Warning: Fluff. Angst. Language.
Word count: 758
Beta: None.
Spoiler: None.
Disclaimer: FICTION
Summary: At some point, it was going to blow up in their face.
Author’s Notes: The first of (hopefully) many things to come. Written for the 25 drabble challenge to get my mind working again in the realm of characterization and fan fiction. I’ve been told by a few I have them down, but… call it paranoia.
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"A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true." -Ray Evans
---
30. Rain
There were some nights where they argued. Some nights, there were consequences.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Of all the times they had to break out in an argument of sorts, it had to be when one of the worst storms of the summer was on the horizon. The day had been hot, clouds brewing on the horizon - and with it, high tensions. It had been a long time coming, and… and the ensuing explosion was terrible. It was definitely one of the times that Aaron felt awful. But at the same time, he felt it needed to be said. Obviously, it had been on both their minds for some time now.
“Is that all I’m good for?! A pity fuck when you’re craving?!”
“You use me for your nightmares about Foyet! With the knives and the... and the sex. Don’t think this is all my fault!”
“FUCK YOU, Spencer Reid!”
“Oho, that’s rich! You wish you could!”
In the grand scheme of things, it had ended up with Aaron’s hand balling into a fist and Spencer spitting in his face. Jack ran downstairs only to see his biological father storming out the front door with his car keys and slamming it shut. Spencer was staring at it with Jack suddenly clinging to his leg. The anger of nine months suddenly disappeared in a haze of confusion and guilt. Followed by a need to go and chase him outside.
He didn’t have to go far.
-----
He was sitting on the curb, staring at the cars driving by and feeling the rainwater slap his face. The spittle from Spencer was washed away, as were seemingly invisible tears. Seemingly being the key word. As the unit chief listened to the storm that he sat in, it only seemed to echo the storm of emotions rolling through his very body. How hurt he was that his boyfriend thought of him like that.
He couldn’t hear anything but the gutter. Didn’t want to look up from the flow of rainwater to notice the person behind him. Didn’t care to listen to those tentative footsteps behind him. For all he knew, it could’ve been another mugger out to steal his wallet. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
What he did hear, however, was his voice.
“Aaron?”
He didn’t look up, soaking wet. He coughed. Great. Now he was getting sick.
“Aaron. Please.”
He was pleading behind him. Begging. Funny. Aaron thought it could have been the other way around. Spencer slowly took a seat next to him on the curb, placing his hand on his arm. He bit his lip. “Come back in.”
There was a bitter laugh. Still annoyed. Still angry. “So you can tell Jack how terrible a father I am?”
Spencer looked stung at this. “N-No! Why the hell would I want to do that?!”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Aaron muttered. He coughed.
At this, the agent’s face morphed quickly from needing sympathy to rage again. Rage at his boyfriend. At the man he spent the last nine months of his life with. “You’re kidding me. Y-you’re…” He spluttered before spitting back out at him. “You are the most - insecure, idiotic, temperamental human being I’ve ever had the privilege to spend time with in a relationship in my entire life! Will you just… STOP and listen to yourself for one goddamn moment?!”
Aaron was silent.
“I tell Jack every night when he goes to bed that you’re like Batman. That you have the brain of one of the sweetest, smartest people I have met in my life. That you will risk life and limb for a stranger that you haven’t known for five minutes. That you saved your best friend and person you love from an evil angel who nearly killed him. And I tell him every. Single. Fucking. Night. That you never ever gave up to George.” His voice almost cracked here. “That you fought him off. With your bare hands.”
The rain was still coming down, in sheets no less. Aaron couldn’t answer.
“I don’t tell him you’re terrible. I don’t tell him about how we fight sometimes. I don’t tell him that you’re a workaholic and how I miss you every night you’re not home with us.” Spencer pulled himself closer to his boyfriend now, giving his arm a squeeze. “…I’m not like that.”
His lover swallowed. Hard.
Spencer nuzzled him. “I love you, Aaron. So much. I'm sorry I yelled. I just...”
He looked down, quiet. Pained. "I know."
Now with apparent fan art courtesy of @Sasu-Hina on deviantART.
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