Summary: Based on the Bulgarian concept of a Samodiva, this is a little “we are halfway to halloween” fic. JJ and Reader go dancing.
A/N: Hi y’all! If anyone knows me truly, they know one thing about me: I adore Jennifer Jareau with my whole heart and soul. That being said, this is my first JJ/Reader fic and I am unbelievably proud of it. Thank you to @reidgraygubler for being the best beta and hypeman I could ask for, and thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for spoonfeeding me this prompt until i wrote it. Please enjoy.
Couple: Jennifer Jareau/GN! Reader
Category: SFW Angst
Content Warning: Major Character Death (both characters)
Word Count: 1085
Hawthorn bushes belong to the same scientific family as roses. You can see it in the way they carry their harm on their stems, a plant that never learned the lesson of consecrating your weapons. Bright red blooms and haw berries make mirrors of themselves, killing as much as they heal. The brilliance of falling in love with the blonde-haired woman lies within the hurt of a hawthorn bush, the prick of blood masked by the euphoria in her kiss. She wraps me in sticky sweet petals, encasing me in amber adoration and offers me up to the gods above, burning our ties and letting the smoke carry me into the heavens.
Summary: Based on the Bulgarian concept of a Samodiva, this is a little “we are halfway to halloween” fic. JJ and Reader go dancing.
A/N: Hi y’all! If anyone knows me truly, they know one thing about me: I adore Jennifer Jareau with my whole heart and soul. That being said, this is my first JJ/Reader fic and I am unbelievably proud of it. Thank you to @reidgraygubler for being the best beta and hypeman I could ask for, and thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for spoonfeeding me this prompt until i wrote it. Please enjoy.
Couple: Jennifer Jareau/GN! Reader
Category: SFW Angst
Content Warning: Major Character Death (both characters)
Word Count: 1085
Hawthorn bushes belong to the same scientific family as roses. You can see it in the way they carry their harm on their stems, a plant that never learned the lesson of consecrating your weapons. Bright red blooms and haw berries make mirrors of themselves, killing as much as they heal. The brilliance of falling in love with the blonde-haired woman lies within the hurt of a hawthorn bush, the prick of blood masked by the euphoria in her kiss. She wraps me in sticky sweet petals, encasing me in amber adoration and offers me up to the gods above, burning our ties and letting the smoke carry me into the heavens.
There is a certain kind of symphony in drowning in the person you love, and oh, did she ring in my ears full and bright. I could dance with her beneath the moonlight any night, her hair shining impossibly bright in the moonlight. I could call her a temptress, and surely many would, and perhaps I couldn’t argue against it. But could I really call it temptation if I drank from her willingly, tapped into her sap like water and let it rush through me with all the force of a hurricane? And would she wash away too, or would she be held in place by the twilight woods surrounding us both?
“Come here to me, my darling,” came her whispered refutations of my darkest and brightest thoughts. She could pull me from any daydream, any nightmare and back down to her secluded world.
She hums, twirling me around with her ice white dress spreading from her ankles like the flow of the spring, and she tucks me back into her chest. “I fear I must take my leave soon.”
“Nonsense. You can dance with me ‘til dawn, can’t you?.” I couldn’t, and we both know that. We both would be discovered by the outside world sooner rather than later, and she would wisp away as quick as she came. Still, I feel buzzed on her presence, entranced by the music seemingly emanating from nowhere and everywhere all at once.
I hum against her throat, face nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder, and my fingers creep down her arm to lace her fingers through mine. “Maybe just a little while longer, then.” And she is satisfied by this, elects to spin me until I’m dizzy and rinse and repeat.
It’s all I can do to murmur her name, press kisses to any small expanse of skin I am granted. I watch the twilight turn into moonlight that glints off of her hair, and not once do I want to stop swirling with her well into the night. I was never taught the waltz growing up, never taught how to move my feet with the certainty of those before me, but she makes it easy to follow along.
I feel slumber creep into my frame, attempt to take up residence for the night and she smiles down at me as I sag in her arms. “Chin up, honey. No shut-eye for you just yet. I know your feet can keep moving.” She leans forward to caress me then, capturing me in the finest of kisses that only someone otherworldly could provide. That kiss sends energy into my soul, just enough to keep my feet in time with hers, just enough to propel me back into her waiting vices.
The forest surrounds us in shimmering blades of falling petals, and the fire coursing through my veins puts me in enough of a lockstep to get another waltz in my toes. I can feel her, we are one and we will never not be so. Her very own spirit rushes through my bones, and I can only hope to the god above that she can feel mine too. She cannot steal from me what is rightfully hers, and there is no other way to describe the soul that inhabits me, only exactly that: hers.
“Eventually, we must cease our movement, my beloved.” I murmur into her neck, not meaning a single word of the wrapped up prose that passes my lips.
She chuckles, shaking her head. “Tis not dawn yet.” She gestures to the tree tops above us, still darkened with the black of night.
“No, I suppose it isn’t. Though I fear it will be coming too soon.” She clicks her tongue at me disapprovingly, simply hushing me by spinning me yet again, balls of my feet catching on the layers of leaflets beneath us. I feel weightless, as if she convinced gravity to abandon us both just long enough to make magic. The more I spin alongside her, the faster the wind moves, and the earth herself beneath us.
Exhaustion creeps back into me as the sun begins her ascent, and the moon her descent.
She frowns, tracing her fingers along the creases by my eyes. “Don’t frown, my darling. You can always return to me someday.” I smile, feeling the heat from her love seep into my chest, and she lowers me onto the ground along the edge of the clearing.
Drawing my breaths becomes harder and harder, and before too long she is cradling my head in her lap. “It won’t be long now,” she whispers.
“I never heard your name,” I mumble, not quite able to pull my thoughts from my head at the same time my lungs provide my air.
I feel a small tear drip onto my face, and even she looks surprised at the sudden show of emotion. “My name is Jennifer. But my friends call me JJ, and so can you.” I notice then she has a simple rose in her hand, and she sucks in a sharp breath as she pricks her finger upon its’ single thorn as she lays it on my chest.
“JJ…” I test her name on my tongue with my last breath, and as the life slips from me, I swear I see her vanish along the wind. “Wait for me.”
If i see one more spencer reid x reader in the jj x reader or emily x reader tag I am reporting all of you mfs idec anymore. If I wanted to read them I would search for that but y'all are disrespectful asf
I have like one thing left to get to in my inbox soooo, send me a song/lyric and a character and I’ll write a mini blurb/paragraph for it… or maybe a moodboard just specify!
