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.
