A/N: I have a lot to say for myself. Don’t have much of an explanation. That’ll be at the end. This and chapter 19 were originally one chapter but it was getting to be somewhere upwards of 15,000 words so I split them up. That one is hopefully coming soon. (and by coming soon I mean I’m going to finish it tonight if it’s the last thing I do)
Song: “As the World Caves In” by Sarah Cothran, “Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars, “Missing Piece” by Vance Joy, “Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine
“Hundreds of buildings across the city are out of power as yet another explosion rocks the city. The bomb was reported to have gone off just over an hour ago.” The television set rambles on in the background of the crowded police station.
The team bustles around one another, trying to coordinate with the frantic police officers. “Do we have any more information about the location of the bomb?” JJ walks over to stand with Hotch, staring up at the television set.
“It’s close. Midtown. That’s all we know.” Hotch’s responses are short, clipped. His mind has already traveled to the worst possible case. He’s just waiting for his team to catch up with his thinking. The FBI has made their presence abundantly clear in the city. There’s no way that the unsub wouldn’t know about the team. They gave a press conference just the other day. Correction. You gave the press conference with him. Your face on that TV. How could he not have thought about this? The press conference clearly made you a target.
rip to that one fic that made me ship lawtsuda and it didn’t even end up being lawtsuda it was a lawlight fic in disguise, but like what the fuck. the tenderness. the trust. the tension?? what WAS that
the (wicked, though of course that hardly needed saying) queen had been ousted from the kingdom, and serenity was about to be crowned in her place. she had her friends by her side, and she felt like she could do anything.
“your highness, the choreographers are here.”
“claude,” she hissed, still fiddling with her hair. “i told you not to call me that!”
“because i can just call you by your name in front of the whole court and not have it be a huge scandal.” they rolled their eyes, hopping up on the vanity. “i’m practicing, you should be grateful.”
“i’d be grateful if you’d help me with my hair. there’s this one piece that just won’t stay put.” she tried to gesture at it without actually letting go. “and get off the furniture; you know we aren’t supposed to sit on it!”
“iknow that no one’s around to care besides you, and you only care because you can’t do it yourself.” nevertheless, they jumped off, plucking a bobby pin from the little container. “okay, here, bend back some — squat a little? yeah. annnnnnd there, is that good?”
serenity straightened, scrutinizing the mirror as she gingerly let go of her hair. “perfect, thanks. what’d you want to tell me again?”
“the choreographers are here,” claude repeated. “your highness.”
