#practical love

Do you believe in magic?

Do you believe in witches?

Do you believe in love?

If your answer to those questions were no… Maybe this story is not for you, but I hope this story can change your perspective of things if you decide to stay.

Curses have been thrown into the world without even noticing. Maybe people think about something firm enough for it to become real. Some people call it coincidence.

Y/n’s bloodline, the women of the family, had a curse in them. It was created by an old ancestor who was the first witch in the family. The people of the town were about to hang her! But she had the gift of magic, the same gift that saved her life.

She was banished from her home, with her unborn child growing inside her belly. She waited for her lover to rescue her. But he never came. No one came. In a moment of despair, she cast a spell upon herself that she would never again feel the agony of love. But as her bitterness grew, the spell turned into a curse.

To announce their death, the woman would hear a beetle all day long. When you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle, the man you love is doomed to die.

Many of the women of the family proved that theory, and in the end, Y/n decided she would never fall in love with anyone! She won't feel the agony of love, and she won't die from a broken heart.

She promised herself that, and to make her promise even stronger, she wished for the perfect man to come into her life, and if he didn't, she would not die from a broken heart.

Promises are strong, but can they be broken?

The turns of life can be unexpected.

Now Y/n owns a store in the island where her sister and aunt’s live with her, which makes her fill a little bit of that emptiness in her heart, something she had never figured out what it was, but the desperation to, grow inside of her. Her store has a little bit of everything, from witchy stuff to vinyl and books, all those things she loved growing up, and now as an adult.

The little bell of the store rang, and Y/n looked up to see her sister, Gilly, walking in with a long black shirt, a green sweater, and black glasses. Y/n chuckled, "You missed the sun," she joked as she pointed to the sky where it was grey announcing the rain was coming.

"Ugh, I have to look great for the visit," she said, moving her eyebrows up and down, sitting in front of her sister. Y/n frowns and puts her book on the table, giving her full attention to her sister.

"What visit?"

"Some hot FBI agents are in town. Something weird happened here, and they are investigating."

"Weird things always happen here," she murmurs while she grabs the books on the desk to put them where they belong, "Why do you want the FBI interrogating you anyway? You should be running."

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," Gilly rolled her eyes, "Did I mention hot FBI agents? There's this muscular Adonis guy on the team, and I hope I bump into him," she said, helping her sister out with the books.

"Yeah, not a great idea," Y/n mentioned while she felt shivers around her body, hugging herself with her cardigan.

Gilly looks at her weirdly, yet she doesn't say anything about it, “You know, there's this guy who is just like you. I think his name was… Spencer? Yeah! Spencer Reid."

"Spencer? Sounds familiar."

"You might have heard of him. He's some sort of genius," she said, picking Salem, the cat, up and petting his head.

Y/n frowned yet didn't continue with the conversation. His name made a loud echo on her head, something she couldn't understand just yet.

Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid

…

The young doctor walked carefully through the beautiful and windy streets. To be honest, he should've been collecting information for the case, but his head was hurting, he had a massive migraine, and he couldn't think about anything else.

He looked up when a few dead leaves from a tree fell on his head, brushing them off softly and watching them falling directly to the pavement.

Spencer looked around, mesmerized by the beauty in front of him.

As he walked in, he saw a black cat looking at him.

If Spencer were someone else, he would've feared the feline due to the superstitions, instead, he walked carefully where he was.

"Hey," he softly said, lifting his hand, hoping for the permission of the cat to be touched. The little animal moved close to Spencer's hand and brushed his head against his arm. Spencer smiled and patted his head until he looked up at the store in front of him.

A young woman was moving around the store, putting books on the shelves and lighting up candles.

Spencer could feel the warmth of the store. He wanted to come in, but he didn't as his phone started buzzing.

We need your brain doctor Reid

The message said from his colleague, Alex Blake.

He sighed and said his goodbyes to the cat. He then started walking his way back to the precinct as thunder echoed in the sky.

…

Y/n sighed while she moved around her store. Her sister left, being bored of the old shop. There weren't many clients that day due to the coming rain, one she could deduce would happen at any given minute.

Y/n grabbed a jar and opened the door to catch some rainwater for future things. Hearing her aunties voices in the back of her head.

She put the jar closed to the store but far enough for it to catch the clean water coming from the grey sky. As she walked inside, the rain finally made its appearance.

She closed the door as she felt the shivers coming for her once again.

But she stood frozen in her place before she made it further in the store.

Her heart stopped for a few seconds, and then it started beating faster and faster, like she just ran a marathon.

The broom fell, making an echo in the silent store, making her jump in her place.

Someone was coming.

Y/n quickly looked around to see if everything was perfectly organized. Salem purred and walked next to her, brushing his head against her leg, and then made his way to the table, ready to take his nap.

She pressed her palms against the soft fabric of her jeans and waited for the person to come in.

And like he was called by some force, the bell of the store rang above his head.

The young doctor made his way in, looking up to the young woman he saw earlier. Spencer was wet, -not much anyway-, because of the heavy rain outside.

He smiled at Y/n feeling an odd sensation inside of him, and she smiled at him back, taking a soft orange and blue blanket and handing it to Spencer, "Thank you. I was walking by, and I didn't notice how heavy the rain was going to be," he said.

He wasn't totally lying. After going to the precinct, he made his way back to the store. Something was calling him in.

"It's okay. You can stay here if you'd like. Until the rain stops," she said.

"Yeah, thank you," Spencer softly smiled, looking around the store.

He then spotted the books and made his way to them. Y/n made her way back behind the desk, looking at the young man. But she wasn't just looking at him. She was analyzing him.

She saw the way his fluffy hair fell on his forehead softly, it had this beautiful caramel colour, and she thought that if she touched it, it would feel like clouds. His soft skin, rosy cheeks, red lips, nice cheekbones, and cute small nose. His hazel golden eyes; The man was a masterpiece indeed.

Maybe he wasn't real. Maybe she was dreaming. Perhaps she drank Belladonna, and she wasn't conscious anymore. She feared waking up and him not being there.

He looked so concentrated, the way his eyes moved, and he licked his lips. She needed to know his name.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Spencer Reid," He said, looking at her. She had a frown on her face. She wondered how he could've known what she was thinking, but then it hit her.

He was the FBI agent her sister talked about!

Spencer took those seconds to look at her. She looked beautiful. She had an angelic face. Her eyes looked at him with curiosity screaming, "who are you?" and he hoped his eyes were saying the same.

A need, a weird need, brushed and knocked him off.

He wanted to know about her. To know who she was. To know that weird feeling moving his heart.

 Who was she? Why does he feel that way around her even when they just verily met?

It wasn't like he was in love with her but, he just felt like he knew her from somewhere… somewhere deep in his mind.

"Hi Spencer," Y/n gave him a soft smile, " I'm Y/n, nice to meet you," she walked to him, "Did you find a book of your interest?"

Spencer looked away from her, "Um, I'm-I’m not sure. I'm just looking around. You have a beautiful store. I-I haven't seen anything like it."

She chuckled, "Thank you so much. It-It means a lot to me. This store contains everything I consider interesting in life," she spoke, looking around.

"That's interesting. I've seen the crystals and the witchy stuff before, but um, nothing so various like this," they walked to the aisle she knew perfectly well.

"Oh, do you practice witchcraft?"

"N-Not exactly," he said, picking a jar full of rosemary, "I just read a lot."

"A curious mind," Y/n said, picking an amethyst, "I like that."

Spencer looked at the beautiful crystal, feeling at peace with Y/n, feeling the soft scent of vanilla, his favourite one that made its way to his nose and made him become addicted to it, "Amethyst is my favourite crystal and is good for cleanse and meditation. It also can be use cleanses," he quickly rambled, she looked at him with a smile, "But I'm sure you already knew that," she chuckled looking at the floor and nodding, "Do you practice?" he pointed to the whole aisle.

"Oh yeah. My whole family is; it's already in my blood."

He smiled, "That's interesting. I have never met a witch before."

"I'm glad to be the first one."

…

The days passed by, Spence staying in the the town . Unfortunate for the team, but fortunate for Y/n and Spencer as they got to meet each other. They shared a bond that no one of them had ever felt before. Spencer would walk to the store and talk to her, discussing knowledge back and forth, getting to know Salem. He swore he could spend the rest of his life in that store and never be bored. He swore he could spend the rest of his life knowing her, and he could never be bored.

But as the leaves in the trees get their time to show their beauty when autumn comes, they die and fall to the ground, Y/ns and Spencer's relationship would eventually fall.

At noon, Spencer was found with her discussing some of their favourite theories about the creation of the world.

"That's actually a good point. I've never seen it that way, to be honest," Y/n spoke while she drank her tea.

She felt something moving on the back of her hand, and looked down just to find a little ladybug moving around. Spencer looked at her as well and decided to share his knowledge, "Did you know that ladybugs aren't actual bugs, but they are beetles?"

Y/n smiled at his little fact. She loved that about him.

But then… her heart stopped.

A beetle.

Beetle.

Beetle.

No! It can't happen. She doesn't love him… does she?

"No," she murmured.

Spencer frowned, stretching his hand to touch hers, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I um… I just remembered something."

The bell of the store rang, making them turn their heads around to see who was there.

Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Alex Blake, Spencer's coworkers, were in the store. Spencer frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Miss Y/L, we have a couple of questions for you. If you can come with us," Derek said.

"Y/n," Spencer said, looking at her in search of answers.

But all he found was confusion on her face.

…

Y/n sat at the precinct while Spencer talked with Hotch, trying to understand what was happening. His heart beating faster with anger.

"Spencer, they found a body in the alley's trash behind her store," Hotch tried to explain.

"And? That doesn't mean she did it," he defended, "I-I've been with her these past days, and she didn't act weirdly. She's always in her store or at her aunties' house," Spencer explained.

Hotch stared at him, "Spencer, this is not the first time she or her family are accused of murder. The people from the town said once someone had an encounter with them and they died!"

"They are witches, Hotch! She told me the people from here didn't like them too much because of that."

"You might be right, you might be wrong, but she has to be interrogated first."

Spencer and Aaron looked at her as her aunties and her sister entered the precinct, going to her as they saw her.

"Oh honey," Aunt Frances said, hugging her, "They are making a horrible mistake."

"That's not why I'm worried, aunt Frances," Y/n spoke, looking at them.

"What is it, honey?" Aunt Jet spoke.

"Before this happened, Spencer and I were talking in the store, and a ladybug, that you know is a beetle as well, landed on my hand."

They stared at her, preoccupied, "Honey but… that only happens when you are in love with them and they with you. You aren't in love with him… are you?" Aunt Frances spoke.

Y/n couldn't answer. She just stared at them with glossy eyes, her eyes speaking what her mouth couldn’t, "oh darling," Aunt Jet said, hugging her.

"I'm scared, I-I don't want him to die, and I don't want to love him. Why does it has to be so difficult?" she sobbed.

Spencer looked at her from the conference room, his heartbreaking yet not knowing the reason why she was upset.

…

"Miss Y/L is, isn't it?" Morgan said, sitting in front of her.

"Yes, that's correct."

"How long have you had your store?"

"It has been in my family for so long, but we haven't opened it for a few years till two years ago."

"And why is that?"

"Complications. Um, the people from here used to break the windows."

Morgan frowned, "Why?"

"Because people keep hating on witches, sir."

Spencer crossed his arms, looking at her behind the window, even if she couldn't see him.

"What kind of witchcraft do you practice?"

"There's no name for it. It's something that has been in my family for centuries."

"I see."

"With all due respect, if you want to ask something, just do it."

"Did you kill Jimmy Angelov?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah, a couple of times."

Morgan breathed in, "Did you kill Jimmy Angelov?"

"I didn't. I didn't even know him. And if I did, do you think I would be dump enough to throw him behind the store?"

Morgan shook his head while Spencer covered his lips, trying to keep the laugh in. …

"She's not the unsub," Morgan said. Spencer left a sigh that had been choking him for so long.

"I told you," he said.

Alex took Y/n outside to meet her family. Spencer looked at her with a small smile, approaching her.

"Y/n," he softly spoke.

Y/n turned around to meet those precious eyes of him. Those she has been loving, "We'll wait outside," Gilly said, grabbing her aunties’ arms dragging them outside as they wanted to stay and hear what Spencer had to say.

When they finally left, Spencer spoke, "I'm sorry for what you had to go through."

"It's okay."

"D-do you think we can meet tomorrow, at the store?" He nervously played with his hands.

She sighed, That wasn't a good sign. Spencer thought, "I'm sorry, but I think we can't keep meeting."

Spencer frowned, his heartbreaking, "W-Why? Is it because of all of this? Y/n I swear I tried to talk them out of it, I know you, and I know you wouldn't be capable of doing such a thing, I-I tried to- "

"No, Spencer. It's not because of that. What would happen when you leave, huh? I don't think it is the right thing to keep meeting if we both know you will leave anyway."

It wasn't a lie, what she told him. But there was something else she was keeping in.

"We can try," he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Spencer."

She looked at him, giving him a small smile, and then, she left leaving Spencer broken,

 I'm so glad I've met you.

"I'm glad I've met you, too," he whispered.

…

Y/n was in a peaceful slumber until she felt something soft touching her forehead up and down, she softly tried to open her eyes to try and adjust to the light, and when she opened them, she saw her sister.

"Wakey Wakey," Gilly softly spoke.

Y/n heard laughter and music downstairs, "Hey," she spoke.

"I know you're sad about mister hot FBI agent and everything, but are you gonna reject that?"

"Reject what?" Y/n answered with confusion.

She, then, heard a blender on.

Y/n and Gilly looked at each other with a smile, "Midnight margaritas," they laughed and ran downstairs, softly dancing while they made their way down. Her aunties expected them at the end of the stairs with a glass full of margarita for both of them.

They started laughing and dancing around drinking their margaritas. They danced around the table, looking and pointing at each other.

Whoo-hoo, ain't there nothin' you can take? I say "Whoo-hoo-ooh to relieve your bellyache?" You say "Well whoo-hoo-ooh, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I say "Whoo-hoo-ooh, to relieve your bellyache?" You say "Yaa-ahh, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I say "Yaa-ahh, to relieve this bellyache?"

They sang, moving around.

As the song made its end, they sat at the table laughing and drinking shots of vodka," So this FBI agent, is he good?" Aunt Frances spoke, words blurry because of the alcohol in her system.

"Yeah, he was really good," Y/n spoke melancholic.

"Good enough for falling for a witch?" They all laughed.

"I don't know if he loved me," she said, laughing hysterically. Even though it hurt her, being with her family made the situation funny.

"This… this reminds me," Gilly said laughing, trying to speak properly, "Reminds me of the spell you did when you were young. He's just like the man you wrote, wouldn't it be funny you left him knowing he was your dream man?`` They laughed, but then the laughs stopped.

"Amas Veritas," Y/n murmured, standing up from the table, dropping the vodka on the floor, but she couldn't care. She made her way to the greenhouse, where spells were usually made.

She opened the door and looked everywhere for the book. "Fuck," she shouted when she hit her foot against the closet full of jars, but then, the book dropped from above, hitting her in the head. She bent down and took the book in her hands, looking for the page.

She founded it.

Her heart started beating faster.

Her legs trembled.

Her hands as well.

She dropped the book once again, her hands not being able to keep still, rapidly, she grabbed it once again, looking at the page.

He will hear my call a mile away.

He will be a marvellous kind.

He will have a job where he will be able to help other people.

He will understand what I want to say without saying it.

He will be smart. A genius even, with a high IQ.

He will make me laugh.

He will know how to play chess, and he will teach me.

His favourite crystal will be an Amethyst.

He will hear mismatched socks.

He will be tall with fluffy caramel hair, golden hazel eyes. He loves to read, and he will discuss theories with me.

And, he can read really fast.

"What is it?" The aunts came into the room.

Y/n turned around with glossy eyes, giving them the book. The three women read the words, "Is it…?" Aunt Jet asked.

She nodded, "It's Spencer."

"And what are you doing here, sweet girl? Go for him."

"But what if he dies either way? What If he left?"

"He hasn't," Gilly spoke.

"What?" Y/n said.

"They are still here."

"How do you know that?"

"I might or might not have the number of the SSA Derek Morgan, and I might or might not have stayed up all night talking to him."

They laughed, and they looked at Y/n, "Sweet girl," Aunt Frances said, taking her hand, "That spell you did was for your true love, and you said that if he came, he would not die… You have to try. Go for him!"

She smiled, grabbed the book and ran to go out, "Hey, hey, put shoes on," they yelled, but Y/n was outside already, with her mismatched socks.

And then, behind the roses, he was there, running to her as well. She smiled and ran faster. Spencer smiled, looking at her.

"Jump," he said.

She frowned, "What?"

"Jump!"

"This is not a romantic movie, Spencer," she laughed and stood there, in front of him. He stretched his hand to her, taking her hand into his, kissing it softly.

"This is for you," she said, handing him the book. He smiled, reading the pages.

Spencer looked up at her and handed her a piece of parchment. She took it and read it.

I don't believe in the law of attraction, and I'm not sure if I would ever fall in love with someone ever again. I don't want them to die as well.

But, if I'm not destined to be alone, these things would let me identify my person.

She must be smart and kind. She will have a beautiful smile and laugh. She will love books and crystals. She will wear mismatched socks so that I can identify her. She will understand me and hear my call a mile away. She will be funny. She will discuss theories with me, she won't think I'm weird, and she will have a black cat.

Y/n smiled, looking down at his feet, he was wearing a blue sock and the other orange, she smiled looking down at her feet, Spencer followed, one orange and one blue.