“I’ll do it for you”
Make it hotmontagne. Do it. Please.
Your wish is my command! Now I need more excuses to write them. I've done it, I broke the seal. I'm in it now. (1053 words about Hotch and Will at a cabin. On AO3, if you prefer.)
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Less of a cabin, more of a shack on stilts at first glance. Will's family had owned it for generations, barely used it anymore. It had fallen into a state of disrepair and Will intended to start some renovations during an attempt at a vacation. Neither man was much accustomed to taking time off.
“No one wants to come out here much these days,” he'd said as they hauled their bags inside and Hotch listened to the high-pitched squeal of a mosquito near his ear. The cypress trees wept thick over the water, roots twisting and gnarled along the kudzu drenched banks. A willow draped herself over the place they parked their car, long tendrils fluttering in the gentle warm breeze. “Watch for gators.” Will winked at that and Hotch glared. He knew. He and Jack had been reading about this ecosystem for the last two weeks in preparation for this trip he was taking, and the more he learned, the more he understood why Will's family might choose somewhere else for vacations.