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This Needs To Happen Again

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer "JJ" Jareau Word Count: 3,137 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Vomiting, Canon typical case talk, Sex Summary: A companion piece to @vintagesubmariner's I'm Sorry, It Won't Happen Again (18+ Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader) in which I said: "what if Emily decided to comfort JJ about the case, and *events* transpired?" She will be posting a follow up to her story and I hope you all run to read it when she does! 🤍 Link to AO3 or read below! It’s no secret that cases involving children are the worst of the worst. JJ has grown a lot during her time in the BAU, and as a mother, has become used to all manner of unpleasant sights, smells, sounds, horrifying images and gruesome scenes.

Sometimes, though, there’s not enough preparation, enough desensitization, in the world to make the things they see okay. Sometimes, it’s too much, even for the “FBI’s elite profiling team”—who are human, too, as people often seem to forget.

Just a sweet image. It's not anything and it doesn't fit with any of my current unfinished stories, so it goes here on its own.

Sleepy Hotch. (582 words)

It was midday at best, Morgan couldn't be sure exactly. They'd all been awake for two or three days without sleep, the body count was rising, and they were trapped in their hotel rooms because the police station's air conditioning unit broke and the heat inside was dangerous. At least, that's what Hotch said when he made them all head back to the hotel for some rest. It was either accurate or a convenient excuse so no one would argue, whatever it was they all accepted it eagerly.

“I don't want to see or hear from anyone for two hours,” he'd said, shutting his door abruptly. The look on his face was blank, and each of them glanced at the other before going their separate ways with murmured yes sirs. While he wasn't known for his lively monologues, it felt brief even for him and they all worried he'd worked himself too hard, past the point of exhaustion.

Garcia was smiling at Morgan from his laptop while he lounged on his bed, the computer resting against his stomach. It teetered side to side with every breath, and he thought about moving it, but he liked the view. “Tell me something good, baby girl...”

“I got Clooney a new toy last night, you're going to love it.”

He smiled, tired eyes twinkling, and he flexed his ankles, stretched his legs beneath the blankets. His air conditioner was on full blast, the room was icy, but his body felt restless, well beyond the ability to just fall asleep no matter how he tried. “You're spoiling him.”

“He's a good boy...aren't you buddy? Aren't you?” She turned her camera toward Clooney's face, his nose nearly touching the lens and grinned. Outside the door, he heard muffled sounds, a low grumbling and then the lock on the door beeped. He glanced up, eyes darting toward the door briefly and watched Hotch enter, locking the deadbolt behind him. Not a word out of him, he slipped out of his shoes near the television and crawled silently onto the bed. With his nose pressed against Morgan's shoulder, he crossed his arms tight over his chest, his hands tucked neatly beneath his biceps and huddled into himself on top of the blankets, as close as he could get and closed his eyes. Garcia could see him enter the screen, just appeared out of nowhere like he lived there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I...” she stammered, pushing her face too close to the lens. “Derek...? I thought you two didn't share rooms?” Her words were hushed, like someone might be eavesdropping but he didn't seem at all concerned.

“We don't.” Simple as that.

“Is he sick?” She whispered it, hissed it like it was a secret. Shameful. He shook his head, barely even acknowledging the heavy body beside him.

“Nah, just needs a nap...we all do.”

“Hi...sir...” she started awkwardly, feeling like she had to at least acknowledge that she could see him. He made a low humming sound in his throat, already nearly asleep and still in his suit. His eyes didn't open, and after a moment of stunned silence, she turned her attention back to Morgan. “Just like that?”

“Just...like...that.” Morgan snapped his fingers and beamed proudly, like he was made of magic, like he'd done anything at all to affect the outcome. “So, tell me about this toy you got for Cloon-dog.”

Aaron Hotchner — Internal Affairs 1/2

↳ “If it is you, make no mistake, I will take you down.”

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I REALLY DO WANNA HUG HIM IN THESE SCENES. :(((

Am posting this for Alex and Alex only @arsonhotchner

The Evolution of Sirius Black

“You look good Mr Lord of the Manor,” Hermione said with a sideways smile, her eyes gleaming in the fading light.

Sirius preened in an obvious way to make her laugh until she snorted, and the colour that stained her cheeks drew a throaty chuckle from him, one that gave away just how many years he had spent either smoking away his rage or fighting to breathe. She looked up at him then, concern evident in her expression but she didn’t speak, instead, her fingers came up to brush against his chest before they trailed back down, trailing over the crisp lines of his waistcoat.

The music started up again and Sirius pressed a hand to the small of her back, pushing her towards him as he guided them among the softly swaying bodies of their friends, pausing to smile at the congratulations and pats on the shoulder. 

When they found enough space he began to slowly twist her before dropping his head amongst her curls. “It took me forever to get here,” he whispered, all trace of his earlier humour gone. 

“Was it worth it?” Hermione asked, her arms coming around his waist tightly as if she knew he needed reminding that she was real. 

Sirius nodded, pushing out a ragged breath past the lumps that had been forming all day. “Whatever the road, to get you at the end of it, to have you wholly,” he paused to brush a mad curl from the side of her face, his hand coming to rest along the line of her jaw. 

“I would do it all again.”

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Bread Crumbs

Pairing: Regulus Black x Hermione Granger

AU: canon AU; Marauders-era Hermione

Word Count: 714 words

Written For: bleugorskis + this ask

The hollow, metallic rattle of the badge box echoes morosely in the pervasive silence of the library, and Hermione…

She doesn’t get it.

How is it possible that she is the only person at Hogwarts to properly care about the house elves? To care about the fact that they aren’t just glorified indentured servants, no, they’re slaves, they’re cooking and cleaning and doing laundry and just working tirelessly and working endlessly and all without the benefit of things like—like compensation, or sick days, or respect, or the—the ability to even say no—

“You’re too pushy,” a vaguely familiar male voice interrupts.

She starts, blowing an unruly chunk of hair out of her mouth and swiveling in her seat to glare at—Regulus Black. Regulus Black. Her lips pinch in a frown.

“Excuse me?”

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Wizarding World: Death Eaters

Voldemort has Peter Pettigrew order and carry his coffee for him. To this day people still believe Voldemort did it all himself.

Bellatrix Lestrange orders an unnecessarily complicated drink that cannot possibly taste good, not that it matters, because she leaves before the baristas finish it. She just likes to watch them suffer.

Rodolphus Lestrange orders three coffees for himself, his wife, and the Dark Lord. The latter two thank him for all of the drinks, take them, and make no room for them at their table. Rodolphus stands there awkwardly before shuffling off to sit with his brother.

Fenrir Greyback finds a hair in his coffee. He keeps drinking. This kind of thing happens all the time.

The Carrow twins make their students pick up their orders, then slowly pour the hot drinks on their heads.

Barty Crouch, Jr. orders himself a mocha latte but the baristas forget to write “Jr” on it. He flips over three tables and has to be physically removed from the Starbucks while Winky weeps in the corner, having tried to clean up the mess by herself.

Lucius Malfoy orders a white chocolate mocha for himself and a dozen herbal teas for his brood of peacocks waiting outside.

Narcissa Malfoy is asked by the Dark Lord to approach the counter and ask the barista if there’s any more red velvet mochas. Narcissa thinks Voldemort is sufficiently caffeinated already. Although the barista says yes, there are more, she returns to Voldemort and tells him they’re all out of the ingredients.

Karkaroff orders using the mobile app and never shows up to pick up his drink.

After a few espressos, Stan Shunpike starts to realize that he probably shouldn’t be running with this crowd.

My name was down for Eton, you know

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