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wordstome · 7 months

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Last night I did what I always do when I can’t fall asleep: think about fictional men. Here’s a list of wonderful stories written by incredibly talented people who have helped me think about fictional men by providing the most delicious playgrounds.

In the interest of keeping my recommendations brief, I'm going to talk about what I liked about the fic instead of summarizing what it's about. To know what it's actually about you're just gonna have to click through and read the fic <3

(and just in case anybody's gotten lost, this is all COD, mostly modern MW)

✦ complete ║ ➠ ongoing

König

✦Just Friends by @kneelingshadowsalome Salome is so good at capturing a very unique interplay between König’s social awkwardness and his deep, dark, nasty inclinations. He’s so feral and enjoyable to read, and the sheer force of his desire for Engel is downright intoxicating. I find it difficult to describe how much of an impact Just Friends has had on me and my portrayal of König, to be honest. There's a reason why three of Salome's fics are on this rec list.

✦Fatum Nos Iungebit by kneelingshadowsalome Five words. König with his cock out. That's it. Okay, but in all seriousness, I love his character applied to this setting. All the raw visceral violence a König could ever want, a pretty little lady in his bed—he's so boyish and happy in this au it brings me such joy. The way their relationship between him and Fee develops is so natural and so sweet. Please for the love of God read this.

➠Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus The chase. The pursuit. The adrenaline when Mouse dances out of König's reach once more. I'm a little biased because I adore Julius and Jenny (I could call her Lucretia but the double J names make me giggle) as ocs already, but CMD is so, so well written. The tension, the flirting, the scene where he catches her falling out of the tree?! As I said in a reblog, I shrieked. You know when you're reading something that's so good you want to bite down on it and shake like a dog with a toy? (No? Just me?) That's how I feel about CMD.

➠Anything by @darklordofthesimp Anything, in only 7 chapters (they are hefty, don’t get me wrong), has turned König and Birdy’s dynamic from “THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS IRREVERSIBLY SCARRED MY BODY AND MY BRAIN, AND I CANNOT TRUST HIM” to “these two are going to get married someday”. (author if you’re reading this, I say that not as an expectation or prediction, but as a vibe reading.) This one is for the hurt/comfort girlies. Also, shoutout to all the other stories set in the Anything-verse. Sunshine and Ghost are just soooo *grips my hand in a fist so hard it shakes*

➠If you need to be mean by @gremlingottoosilly This mostly serves as a blanket recommendation for all of Gremlin’s fics. I found If you need to be mean, and then visiting Gremlin’s author page was like opening a treasure chest. Want to be König’s pampered, (unwilling) little housewife? That’s If you need to be mean. Want a harem fic with almost all of the COD MW men? Gremlin has two, both with their own little spin to keep it fun. Do you want König to keep you in his basement or hunt you down as a serial killer? Gremlin's got it. Monsterfucker? Gremlin has that too. Special shoutout goes to 1295 kilometers. I think about fucking König on a train a lot now.

➠Break my mind by @kaiasdevotion (kaiasown on ao3) There’s no way around this. This fic has the most unhinged, kinky, downright dangerous smut I’ve read in the cod fandom so far (positive). Just Friends König is the metric by which I judge all other Königs’ nastiness, and Break my mind König is tipping so hard on the “unhinged horny violent freak (affectionate)” end of the scale he’s about to fall off. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've developed a taste for writing/reading from König's perspective, and he's so chillingly deranged in the most controlled way possible during the chapters from his pov. Incredible writing. Chefs kiss.

✦Experimental by @uhohdad (surgeoninspace on ao3) Alright, enough of just König being nasty. He is still nasty in this one, but he’s not the only one who gets to have a little fun and be a total creep. Our little scientist here is a grade A pervert, and I was delighted the whole way through. The most important thing I need in a fic is suspension of disbelief, and Experimental takes an unrealistic, maybe a little bit silly situation and makes it so believable. Everybody reacts the way you would expect them to, even if the scenario they're in is A Lot.

➠Little Mouse and Rotes Madchen by @sprout-fics I'm combining the recommendation for these two because while they are both very much distinct, unique fics, I love them the same way. Sprout is such an engaging writer, and the internal dialogue of her characters is so well done. It reveals their personality, motivations, and internal conflicts without being overly expository. Do you guys remember that post I put on the König bible about instant obsession? It's this inexorable attraction borne from obsession that sticks me to Little Mouse like a glue trap. (Is that too morbid?)

✦Hot in Sarajevo by @50cal-fullauto Rags' König characterization post is on my Königcore bible, for very good reason. They get it. König is a feral dog forced to live as a man and loves like a total maniac, emotionally and sexually. I marked Hot in Sarajevo as complete but I don't know how many parts there are going to be, and frankly, I do want more. However, if you're going to only read one part (which. why would you do that??? read both.) I recommend the second part. I want to write love like that. Goddamn.

Ghost

Yeah, this list is a little bare bones right now. I'm gonna get back to it, I promise.

✦Anhedonia by kneelingshadowsalome The way. Salome takes the "I would take a bullet for him but he's so cold to me" premise and then flips it entirely on its head for the second part is so important to me. The way Simon craves the reader is like human catnip. I reread this fic all the time.

Keegan

✦For the Weak and Weary by @halcyone-of-the-sea Read this if you want to believe in true love. That's all. Go on now.

Multiple

✦Easy by @danibee33 When people say "I wish this were a book!" about fanfiction, they usually mean it in a "this is good enough to be published by the traditional publishing industry" way. When I say I want Easy (and Diablesa) to be a book, I mean it in a "I want to get this story bound in a beautiful ass cover and keep it on a shelf so I can take it down and reread it whenever I want" way. I don't want the traditional publishing industry to get their claws in this, because it's perfect as it is. This fic is so wild and fun, and the character moments are so special and well done. Do yourself a favor and savor this one.

➠@ghouljams's entire blog [masterlist] "What do you mean someone's entire blog" YOU HEARD ME. Those aus are some good shit. Good characterization, delicious premises, love the group effort of it all. To absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite couple is König and Bee from the cowboy au (ditzy but well-meaning and competent in her own way woman x big strong man who is obsessed with her and maybe also creeping on her, my beloved), but I also have a fondness for Ghost and Die from demon darlings au. Trust me on this one. Dig into those masterlists babey.

#ficrec #cod #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod ghosts #König #König cod #konig cod #König x reader #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #keegan p russ #keegan russ #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #navigation: fic recs

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ssa-lesbian · 4 years

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and after it all, you’re finally here

word count: 4k words

On a trip to New York, JJ finds herself face to face with an old friend.

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(Post-canon and canon compliant; takes place a year after the end of S15. Emily has been promoted to FBI Director, JJ succeeds her as Unit Chief of the BAU.)

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Central Park is nice, JJ thinks, watching her son as he scampers up the large rock formation, carefully selecting footholds before clambering up higher, boyish excitement evident. The park is almost completely sheltered from the rest of New York City, dulling the noise of city life and the bustling of pedestrians and cars, a welcome peace after living in Washington D.C. for most her life.

Henry is here for a Quiz Bowl tournament, a kind of general trivia competition. His middle school’s team made it all the way to Nationals, and both JJ and Will had some vacation time lined up, so they figured they’d make it a family trip. It’s Saturday morning, and Henry and Will are at the local Academy for the preliminary rounds. Although JJ wanted the entire family there, Michael wanted to go to Central Park, and Henry agreed that he should go there.

“The prelims are only gonna be in the morning anyways,” he had explained, “so you can take Michael to the park and come see me in the afternoon.”

Watching Michael disappear over the other side of the rock, JJ feels herself smile. On the one hand, she’s so proud of Henry, proud of him for finding a comfortable compromise that satisfied the entire family, even if it took a small sacrifice from him. On the other, she’s wary at how mature he is, at how understanding he is that he is willing to make a sacrifice, to make sure his little brother is happy, and that subconsciously, he knows that if Michael wanted to go to the park, JJ would want to go with him to keep him safe. With his father in a school full of children and administration and adults, Henry would be safe, but in a strange and foreign park, JJ would prefer to keep watch over Michael than allow anyone else.

It’s jarring, she supposes, at how understanding he is. How analytical he is, despite his young age. It’s probably because of Spence; he’s definitely closer to his godfather than Michael, learning quickly and ravenously through the young man’s lectures and rambles, and their relationship is the reason why Henry is so proficient in Quiz Bowl. She attended one of their meets once out of curiosity, just to see how it worked. It was like jeopardy-- the speaker would give a question, and whichever team answered the fastest and also got the question right received the most points. Henry scored most of the team’s points, hitting his buzzer and giving the answer within milliseconds, and that evening, JJ called Spence to tell him of Henry’s exploits.

“Well, it’s no surprise,” he had said. “Henry’s a fast learner, even for his age.”

“Just like his godfather,” she teased. She heard his smile over the phone and grinned.

With a jerk, JJ comes back to reality and frowns, seeing only the large stone formation and no blond hair.

“Michael?” she calls, craning her neck to look from her seat. “Michael, where are you?”

Her second son is out of sight, and pushing down the rising panic, she stands up, only to sigh in relief as he reappears.

“Mommy, I made a friend,” he yells, scurrying to her in the way a five-year-old would, and following him is a small Asian girl, dressed in a pink sweatshirt and blue sweatpants, eyes timid and curious. JJ smiles at the girl but surveys the park.

“Hey sweetheart,” she says, ruffling Michael’s hair as he clutches at her leg and points to the girl. “Where are your parents?”

“Her name is Mia,” Michael interrupts, “and she lives in Brooklyn, and her favorite color is orange.”

JJ smiles at her but keeps her distance, her motherly instincts and memories at the BAU fighting an internal battle. Desperately, she wants to take hold of the child and make sure she’s safe, but too many cases of children being used by unsubs as bait stops her. The girl, to her credit, stands a few feet away, hands playing with the hem of her shirt and only looking at Michael.

“Mia! Mia, come back!”

The voice drags up memories, buried far down deep within JJ’s mind, and as the girl turns around, a figure appears from the other side of the rock formation.

“Mia, don’t run off like that,” the woman says, strolling forward and holding out her hand. Mia reaches out and grabs hold of it, only nodding as the woman continues gently scolding her, squeezing her hand in some sort of language. “You scared me, I couldn’t see you.”

As though only just noticing JJ, the woman straightens and smiles, only to freeze mid-greeting. JJ frowns; the woman seems familiar, with shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes, but she can’t quite place it-

“JJ,” she says, almost reverently.

JJ scans the woman quickly, lips pursing as she takes in her black trenchcoat and tall boots, and it all clicks together when she sees the tiny scar above her eyebrow.

“Elle.”

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Mia and Michael get along well, the latter being the more rambunctious of the two, chirping and cheering and guiding Mia across the rock formations, him scampering along while Mia takes more calculated steps, the only signs of her enjoyment the shine in her eyes and the smile she has on her face. Elle sits next to JJ on the bench, a few inches away as though unsure just how close she can be after being gone for over fifteen years, and the brunette makes no attempt to hide her studying JJ.

It’s not like JJ isn’t studying her too. Years ago, Elle always had this blank look on her face, eyes either glazed and unfocused or hard and piercing, either quiet and solemn or biting and cruel. And then she was gone.

“Are you still at the BAU?” Elle finally asks.

Her voice is quiet but firm; that hasn’t changed. Her old cheekiness is gone, replaced instead with a weariness that comes after years of experience, but still strong and powerful, like when JJ first met her in the bullpen.

“Yeah, I uh- I’m the Unit Chief, in fact.”

Elle arches her eyebrows in surprise, and a warm smile spreads on her face.

“Unit Chief?”

JJ nods.

“Congratulations. Did you ever become a profiler?”

Oh God. When she left, JJ was still the Communications Liaison, she didn’t know about her at the Pentagon or that she became a profiler or that Hotch and Morgan left-

“Yeah,” she says, “yeah, after a couple of years, I took the training.”

“That’s great, JJ,” she says, then winces. “Sorry-”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” JJ says swiftly.

Elle nods, a wariness in her eyes, and JJ wants to cry. You can call me JJ, we’re still friends, she wants to say, you’re my friend even though it’s been years, years since we’ve been more than friends.

“If you’re Unit Chief,” Elle says, realization dawning in her eyes, “then is Hotch--”

“He’s fine,” JJ says quickly, recognizing the fear in her eyes. “He’s still here, he just retired to spend time with Jack.”

Elle smiles warmly.

“Jack. He’s what, 15, 16 now?”

“16,” JJ confirms, smiling. “He and my oldest, Henry, hang out a lot.”

“Henry,” the brunette says, almost as though savoring the word. JJ hums in some sort of affirmation, and her eyes mist over. JJ can almost see the way she pictures an older version of Michael as Henry, standing over his brother, and it makes her heart clench.

“How about Morgan?”

“Morgan retired a few years back, a bit before Hotch. He got married-”

“No way.”

JJ laughs, and it breaks the underlying tension immediately, Elle’s smile breaking into a laugh as they sit there under the morning sunlight, their children playing within the safety of the park, and for just a moment, everything feels right, like sixteen years ago and they were both in the bullpen trading looks as Morgan teased Reid.

“Yes, and he has a son. Hank Spencer Morgan.”

“Oh my God,” Elle says, and JJ notes the familiar twinkle in her eyes. “He’s got a kid? And he named it after Reid?”

“He’s wonderful.”

“No, I’m sure…… how’s Reid?”

“He’s a part time agent now,” JJ explains. “He lectures at Georgetown for the other half on break.”

“Good for him. Good for him, that’s great. Oh, Garcia…?”

“She left about a year ago, to work at a nonprofit nearby.”

“That’s cool. I’m glad she’s doing well.”

“Mm-hm””

There’s a pause as Elle struggles over what to say next, and instinctively, JJ reaches out to touch her hand gently. She assumes she knows about Gideon- it had been in the news, what with the death of a senior FBI agent- and Elle meets her gaze. She holds it, and in that moment, it’s like they both understand, both see each other. There’s a rawness in her eyes that unravels JJ, and her hard brown eyes soften.

“You’ve changed,” Elle says, the tips of her mouth curling up slightly. “You’ve become-” a pause as she searches for the right word. “-harder.”

Her nose wrinkles as she frowns and JJ chokes back a snort.

“No, no, that came out wrong. Reid would probably know what I’m talking about-”

“He could give you like fifty synonyms too,” JJ adds, and they both laugh before she stills a bit, realizing that Elle remembers a Reid before losing Gideon and before Tobias Hankel, a Reid before his mother’s Alzheimer’s and going to prison, and Elle notices her stillness. Something flashes in her eyes, and JJ remembers that Elle was a profiler once too, a fast learner, taking on eagerly after Gideon’s instructions and banter with Morgan, and Elle can probably read everything going on in JJ’s mind and has probably figured out something happened to Reid.

“So what’s with you?” she asks, desperately changing the subject before Elle is reminded further of the horrors of the BAU. “What have you been up to?”

A hard question. The last time JJ saw Elle, she had just shot a man and nearly had a traumatic breakdown. It’s asking a lot, JJ knows, but she also does want to know. Wants to know about Elle. She cares about her, she realizes. Still does.

From the rocks, Michael lets out a shriek, and Mia laughs, the first noise she’s made since JJ met her. Elle takes her time pondering on an answer, watching Mia with the look only a mother can have, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by JJ.

“I was a mess,” she says finally, “when I left. I was in a horrible place.”

JJ doesn’t say anything, only letting her fingers ghost over Elle’s hand. Her hand relaxes marginally.

“I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t have work for weeks, I was about to get evicted, and I was so,” she pauses, searching for a word before heaving a sigh. “Angry. I was angry. At everyone. At Hotch for sending me home. At Gideon for not helping. At Morgan, Reid, you, for not doing anything. At myself, for being so weak.”

JJ hums. It wasn’t your fault. They should’ve done something, she knows. She should’ve done something, she and Elle were so close, she knew something was wrong, but she did nothing.

“And then my sibling came to visit. Nico. They came to check on me since I hadn’t been answering my phone, and the first thing they told me was that I looked like shit.”

She barks out a laugh.

“I told them to fuck off. But Nico’s a lot like Reid, they care a lot and they won’t stop until they can help you, and they came back later that night with takeout and some soap and shampoo, and they said they wouldn’t go until I ate some real food and washed myself up.”

“I moved in with them, with them and their partner in Maine, until they made sure I was gonna make it. It was bad. God, JJ, it was so bad. I was a fucking alcoholic, I was suffering from withdrawal, Nico was driving me to therapy every week, and I was not having a good time.”

Unconsciously, JJ squeezes her hand. I know. Oh God, does she know. Elle’s fingers reach up for hers, and they tangle, sitting in this space as the former agent stares out, eyes unfocused.

“It took years,” Elle says finally. “I think- I still have nightmares. I still get angry. But I’m trying new medication, and I’m going to therapy, and I’m making it work. It’s working out.”

JJ smiles. “Good for you. I’m happy for you.”

Elle’s hand squeezes hers, and JJ squeezes back. This nonverbal communication is familiar, she thinks, albeit in very different circumstances.

“How did you meet your partner?” she asks. Elle’s with Mia, a child of at least five years, and there’s no wedding ring that JJ can see. Elle flushes, and JJ’s smile grows mischievous.

“Five years ago,” the brunette admits. “I moved back to New York and joined NYPD when I stabilized, and one night, it was like two, and I heard this baby crying. Except this happened multiple nights in a row, and I’d been having a rough week at work, so I went downstairs to try and talk to the mom and--”

Elle smiles, reminiscing. “She told me to go fuck myself.”

JJ snorts, and the brunette nods, eyes misting a little.

“Yeah, after that, I apologized, and she just- broke down. I didn’t know what to do, but there were groceries scattered everywhere and she had a backpack full of books and her baby was still crying, so I just went in and put her groceries away, and when I finished, she was just sitting there, watching me, holding the baby. She asked me why I was helping her, and I didn’t know, I just wanted to. So I gave her my number, said if she ever needed anything she could just call and I’d come, and I left.”

“This sounds like a romance novel,” JJ says. “Keep going.”

Elle rolls her eyes before pushing JJ gently, and she giggles as she continues.

“Well, the next day, at about ten PM, I get a call, and it’s from the mom. And she sounds like she’s on the verge of breakdown, and she asks me if maybe I could watch her kid for just another hour that night because she’s late getting back from work, and I say sure, and she gives me the code to her apartment and I go in and watch over the kid, Mia. And she doesn’t get back until nearly one, and when she arrives, she’s apologizing and about to cry, and I tell her it’s no problem, Mia’s been a delight and it wasn’t like I was busy or anything, and she just nods and thanks me. Her name’s Jasmine, she tells me, and I save her number in my phone, and I go back to my apartment to sleep. And when I wake up, I have a text from her, and she’s asking me if I could possibly babysit Mia in the evenings after six for the next week. And I tell her of course, no worries, I’d love to. She starts talking about prices, I tell her it’s not a problem, I’ll do it for free, I get- I get what it’s like to struggle with work and caring for kids.”

“And because she’s pretty,” JJ prompts, and Elle flushes a darker red before laughing.

“Okay, maybe that too. But, well, we work out a pattern- after my shifts, I grab dinner and clean up before grabbing some books and my laptop to bring to her apartment, and I feed Mia and clean her diapers and everything, Jasmine comes back at some god-awful hour of the night, and then I head back and sleep and then go to my shifts.”

“On like five hours of sleep?” JJ asks, impressed at her dedication but also remembering how passionate Elle was- is. She nods, grinning sheepishly.

“Yeah, I didn’t- I wanted to help out. One time, I fell asleep at her place, and when Jasmine got back, she didn’t want to wake me, so she just pulled a blanket over me and I spent the night on her couch. And-”

There it is. A goofy smile on her face that JJ can only describe as “love-struck.”

“She had left before I woke up, but she made me breakfast and left me a note explaining that the day babysitter would be coming around at about nine and she hoped I liked eggs.”

The grin on JJ’s face is so large, her cheeks hurt, and Elle snorts at her. “Please stop looking at me like that, I feel like I’m in the spotlight.”

“No, keep talking,” JJ says. “What happened next?”

Elle shrugged.

“I kept babysitting. And Jasmine started coming back earlier, but we just ended up talking at night instead. I told her I was a cop at NYPD, and she said she knew, she’d seen me in the streets before-”

“It’s hard to forget such a stunning figure as yourself,” JJ remarks drily, and Elle laughs before continuing.

“Well, she was a nursing student at Chamberlain and working two jobs to try and cover tuition and take care of Mia, and-- well, Mia’s not hers, she’s her sister’s. But her sister and boyfriend died in a car wreck, and Jasmine was the only relative she had, so she took Mia in. And the night I went to go talk to Jasmine, her old babysitter had quit a few days earlier and she had left Mia alone for so many nights because she didn’t have the time to take care of her properly, and…..”

Elle is quiet, but JJ understands. She knows about Elle growing up, the sole caretaker of her and her three younger siblings, mother gone working three jobs to support the family after her father died, whispered to her in tangled sheets and silver moonlight, and she knows what Elle went through, knows what Elle saw in Jasmine that night.

“I offered to take care of Mia for the rest of her semester. Just for her to get through her finals, and then I offered to care for Mia throughout the summer if she needed, and Jasmine-”

A pause.

“Jasmine is great,” she says. “She’s stubborn and proud and a bit bitey, but she cares so much. She was about to throw me out when I offered, but then I told her about my mom, and she asked me if I thought of her as a horrible person. And I didn’t. And I told her so, and so I was Mia’s babysitter for the rest of the semester, and then the summer, and then the year after that, and then- I asked her out.”

Elle stammers a little, and JJ chuckles at the flush running through her, her put-together composure falling apart at the memory.

“I didn’t want it to be like I was taking advantage of her, since I was the older, more experienced one, and she said she was flattered, but she needed to think about it, and I told her I understood. And then the next day when she came back from work, she told me she was an idiot and she said of course she wanted to go out with me.”

JJ lets out a small squeal, and Elle laughs. She’s invested in her, invested in her story, and it’s comforting. Comforting to see her build herself back up and to be building another chapter in her story.

“She moved in with me after a few months so money wouldn’t be as tight, and two years ago she got her nursing license and so we moved together. And Mia’s attending kindergarten right now, and everything is coming together.”

“That’s great,” the blonde says softly. “Elle, that’s so great.”

“It is,” she agrees. “They’re so wonderful- Mia’s only five, and she already knows English, Manderin, and Spanish. Jasmine’s teaching me Manderin too so I can figure out what Mia’s saying since she just cycles through all three languages in one sentence.”

JJ laughs, the thought of the quiet five year old currently chasing Michael around the rocks speaking three languages at once soothing. She’s distracted by the vibration in her pocket, and with an apologetic hand gesture to Elle, who waves it off, she pulls it out to see it’s Will.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Henry won!” Will shouts, heard just barely over the background noise of cheering kids. “Henry’s team made it to the semis, they start in two hours!”

“Honey, that’s great,” JJ says, smiling. “Michael and I’ll be there in an hour. Take care, okay?”

“That’s the only thing I can do. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When JJ hangs up, she can feel Elle’s gaze on her, and when she turns, she’s met with a smirk. JJ rolls her eyes and smiles.

“We were in New York for a competition, Henry’s team made it to semis,” she explains, pride rushing through her, and Elle smiles.

“Congratulations,” she says. A quiet beat, and JJ realizes she’s fixated on her wedding ring. She swallows. It’s obvious she was talking to Will, but she remembers that Elle also has never met Will, has no reason to know about him, and it’s weird, so to speak. That she’s sitting with a woman who knows her as intimately as her husband does.

“I suppose you have to go then?” Elle asks, and JJ nods.

Elle stands up and extends her hand, and the blonde takes the offer. They stand, and the look on Elle’s face is so tender yet at peace, no wanting or desire underneath it. They’ve both found their place, JJ muses. Elle overcoming her demons and finding her own little family, JJ still with her passion at the BAU and with her loving family.

“I’ll give you my number,” Elle says, holding out her hand, and JJ presses her phone into immediately. “Let me know the next time you’re in town, and we can meet up. You can meet Jasmine and Mia again, and I can meet Henry and your husband.”

“Will,” JJ clarifies, “and of course. Michael!” she calls. “We have to go, your brother won.”

Michael shouts in excitement, and by the time he’s made it over to JJ, Mia following, Elle has her phone number in, and JJ tenderly enters into her contacts, Elle Greenaway.

“My big brother won a contest,” Michael explains to Mia, “so we have to go and see him.”

“That’s cool,” Mia says, voice a little shy as she peers up at JJ. She waves at her, and the young girl smiles cheekily at her as she grasps the end of Elle’s pant leg. The love in her eyes as she watches Mia doesn’t go unnoticed, and JJ internally captures this moment.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Elle says, extending her hand for a handshake, and JJ stares dumbly at it before laughing.

“Okay, no.”

She pulls Elle into a hug, wrapping her arms around her tightly, and after a brief moment of shock, she feels her arms wrap around her, and JJ buries her face in Elle’s neck, inhaling her scent, a smell JJ never really quite forgot. It seems like forever before she finally breaks the hug, mindful that they need to leave soon, and when they finally break apart, she has to wipe away a tear as Elle watches her with misty eyes.

“I’ll see you soon,” JJ promises, and Elle smiles.

“Take care, JJ,” is her parting remark, and JJ turns and walks away.

“Bye Mia!” Michael calls, and there’s a responding goodbye from Mia that slowly fades as the two make their way out of Central Park.

The walk is silent until Michael finally asks, “Mommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Who was that lady?”

JJ is quiet for a bit, and when she responds, it’s with a smile and a squeeze of his hand.

“That was an old friend of mine. Her name is Elle.”

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kierarutherford · 7 years

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Blood and Lust

Idea was what if Cullen went with the Inquisitor (When romanced) into the field. Originally, he’d be concerned about them until he saw how impressive their abilities were. -From @dapromptexchange I wanted a twist on this. What if Cullen saw her fighting and it turned him on. Hmm… so we have for your enjoyment: Cullen and my OC Diana Trevelyan. NSFW and I like it that way. Word count - 2929 (it kinda just ran from me, and that’s cool) Some mention of blood and gore, death, and smut. Under the cut for length. Thank you! AND tagging @princessvicky01 because she wanted to read this piece, so for you hun! Enjoy!

The entire journey to the Shrine of Dumat had been quiet. More so than she was used to and in stark contrast to the clatter of metal and scent of blood that awaited them at their destination. Cullen had been too focused on fighting, too honed-in on finding Samson that he didn’t even think about Diana while he hewed down red templar after red templar.

Searching the burning ruins, it became reality that once again, Samson had evaded him. Once again just outside of his reach. Collecting everything they could use they settled camp a few kilometers from the smoking building.

Everyone was on high alert and exhausted from their fight having also endured the thrum of red lyrium. Cullen in particular, found his mood much improved once he put distance between himself and the angry crystal. Taking shifts, they all kept vigil less any of the red templars were lurking in the near by woods. To his surprise it was an uneventful evening. With everyone rested they began the trek back to Skyhold. It would take several days and while there was no immediate rush, Cullen couldn’t shake the feeling they were being followed.

“We are being followed,” Diana lowered her voice as she steered her horse close to his, “they intend to ambush us at the pass, ahead.” She maintained her calm demeanor as she smiled, “don’t fuss too much, they’ll know we’re on to them. I haven’t got a proper count of their numbers but I believe we are out numbered.” Looking back over her shoulder she smiled to Bull, “the Commander wishes to stop up head, he needs a moment.” Turning back, she hissed, “play along.”

“Yes, if you don’t mind of course,” Cullen nodded over his shoulder. The hairs on his neck were standing as he followed Diana’s lead. Hoping down from his horse he handed the reigns to Diana. “I don’t understand your plan.”

Stifling a giggle, she tied the horses together and passed the reigns around a tree along their path, “take the advantage away. If we linger, they will grow impatient. Striking us in anger and hurry, losing their edge. It may not be a perfect win, but it assures us less aches come the morning.” The others clattered up to them jumping from their horses. “Be ready, it won’t be long. The fat one over there just sneezed,” she lilted her head towards a massive oak. “There’s at least a dozen of them, if not more. I can’t be sure. Lost count last night.”

“Last night?” Cullen half squeaked out as his thumb traced the pommel of his hilt. He had thought they had been lucky to walk away from the Shrine with no one giving chase. Now here was Diana pointing out too much for his brain to focus on.

Clicking her tongue Diana patted his arm, “don’t take it personally, Commander, you are an ex-templar not a seasoned tracker. I’m sure only the Dalish rival my skills. Now if I were you,” she pulled her sword and unhooked her buckler from her shoulder, “I would prepare. This is going to be a close one. Thankful they didn’t bring any archers.”

No sooner had she leveled her shield did the red templars spring from the woods. Cullen braced himself best he could but panic rose in his chest. In the rush before he hadn’t seen her skill, and while her tracking and estimates of the red templars were accurate, could she back that with sword skill. His questions were being answer before him as she charged the first soldiers, her blade glinting in the late morning sun.

Shields clashed as she slammed head long into the templar. Not risking a power struggle, she slammed into his shield and using the momentum, sprang off her feet and rolled around him. With no time to react she quickly found the weak spot in his armor and drove her blade in deep. Crimson splattered down the grooves of the blade, splashing along her gloved hand and the dirt path.

Cullen couldn’t help the swell filling his chest and travelling even lower. There was a fluidic and gracefulness to her movements. Acrobatic strength and raw beauty as she dealt death. Giving his head a shake he refocused on the men pouring from the woods.

Magic and metal singed and sang as they battled on. Smoke and blood filling the air as their group dealt measured death. Diana felt herself tiring, “we need to finish this, Dorian!”

“I’m too pretty to die,” he howled as he cast out. Reaching in his robes he pulled another lyrium potion. Sucking it back quickly he shivered under the rush of power, “get behind me!” Everyone rushed towards Dorian seeing his hands pulse and swirl in a sparkling purple flare. Focusing the energy his lip quivered in a grand smirk. Casting out towards the largest guy he thrust the magic forward. “You may want to take cover,” he grunted forcing out a barrier before them, “and for those with tender stomachs, I wouldn’t look.” As he spoke the vibrant ball of magic entered the body before them. The red templar twitched, doubled over and let out a feral yelp before his eyes started to glow. “One more second,” Dorian grinned holding his open hand out. “and, now.” Dorian clenched his open hand into a tight fist. Magic flickered from his palm. The red templar’s back bent backwards sharply as he howled again. His howling burst as his body bubbled and his armor squealed as the metal twisted. In a bright flare of light, the man exploded, sending a shockwave of bone shards into the unsuspecting group of red templars surrounding him.

“Dorian…” Cullen groaned as blood sputtered out of the wretched corpses laying on the ground. Some of them still alive as they groaned and twitched along the ground. Gripping their wounds, sections of the man’s ribs imbedded in their faces, chests, limbs.

“Let’s finish them quickly, they’ve suffered enough,” Diana smirked as she kicked at the one before her, “perhaps not quite enough.” Going about the wet work they finished off the men quickly. Looting through to salvage anything useful. Once that was done, Diana slashed a section of fabric from a fallen templar and calmly strolled over to the small stream running by the road. Dipping her blade in she hummed to herself as she cleaned off the blood and matter. Wiping herself down she sheathed her sword and hooked her shield to her horse, “we should get to our campsite before the stars are forced to light our way.”

Cullen was dumbstruck. Her calm demeanor, a cool sense of strength and sureness that lit a sense of wonder and adoration deep in the pit of his gut. Clumsily following her lead, he climbed atop of his horse and followed closely behind her. He was mesmerized by the sway of her fiery hair as he hung down her back. How her shoulder rose and fell with the cantor of the stallion beneath her.

“See something interesting, dear Commander,” Dorian bristled next to him. “Perhaps you should take the night off watch, you’re of little use to the group if you can’t focus.”

“I… I… uh…” he rubbed at the base of his neck, cheeks blooming a brilliant red.

“Hush, you are adorable, indeed,” Dorian chuckled as he kicked his horse up to meet with Diana.

Cullen fumbled with the reigns as he tried not to look up. Keeping his head down he stumbled over what he would say to her once they made camp. Surely by now Dorian had told her of his boyish fawning. Trotting along he maintained his position with the group, only lifting his head once he caught the sound of feet hitting the ground before him. Stumbling along he jumped from his horse too. They must have arrived at their site.

Everyone did their chores from collecting firewood, to setting up tents and setting out cooking gear. Things moved rapidly as night began to creep over the horizon. It flowed smoothly and without much hassle dinner was bubbling away in the pot upon the crackling fire. Crowded around that fire they all laughed and tittered about the day, Diana’s unique catch of the fat templar, and the extra half day it would take to reach Skyhold.

“Dearest cousin, please, get some rest. Bull has offered to take the first watch. Varric is going to assume the second and,” letting out a groan Dorian rolled his eyes back at Bull, “I shall take the final watch.”

Letting a coiled grin kiss her lips Diana peered towards Cullen as she spoke, “well dearest cousin that is quite generous of all of you. I appreciate the efforts put forth.” Rising she tipped her head to everyone, “I should bid you all good night then, since I’m sure the Commander will want to make up for lost time.” Hiding the grin cracking across her face she licked her lips, “I’m certain he will want to ride hard tomorrow to reach Skyhold.”

Cullen furrowed his brow, not picking up on the subtle innuendo of her speech. Feeling a stubby finger poke his side he glanced over to Varric. “Follow her Curly, Maker’s breath you’re slow tonight.” Eyes flashing wide Cullen staggered back as he watched Diana slip into her tent, “what?” he barely mumbled.

“Bull would you kindly speak to the man,” Dorian waved his arm as he disappeared into his tent.

Bull slapped Cullen across the back as Varric threw up his hands and sauntered off to his tent, “Cullen, go get her. A little after battle sex, hot and heavy. Best way to cool off.”

Cullen flushed red as he stood sharply, “I… uh… well…” turning about he realize he was alone with Bull, “good night, Bull.” Keeping his head low he rushed off towards the tents. Peeking over his shoulder he saw Bull’s face down adding another thick log to the fire. Clenching his jaw tightly he went for it, ducking into her tent.

“I was wondering if you were going to figure it out,” Diana lay upon the top of her bedroll, in nothing but her smalls and bra band.

Lips pressed tightly together Cullen stifled a long groaning grunt as he began tugging at his armor. Practiced hands slipping buckles and clasps as he watched her toy with the lip of her bra band. Her finger dipping under the fabric and ringing around the edge plunging between her bountiful bosom.

Kicking at his boots he nearly tumbled to the floor. Righting himself he pulled the last pieces of his armor off and discarded them to the side. Pulling his shirt over his head he let out a throaty half growl, “I don’t wish the entire camp to know what we’re doing tonight.”

Reaching behind her she unclipped her bra band, catching the material against her breast she sighed, “of course. Believe me when I say you don’t want to give Iron Bull ideas when Dorian is around.”

Finishing with the ties to his pants he hurriedly hauled them down. Standing before her, naked and ready he licked his lips, “good. Take it off, now.” His voice was low and smacked of his stern Commander tone.

Purring she tossed the bra band at his face. Looping her finger tips in her smalls she stood up, “yes Commander,” turning sideways she shimmied her hips, dragging the clothe inch by painstaking inch down her toned, bronze thighs. It was too much as he sucked in his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into the stubble patch of skin beneath. Tossing her bra band towards his armor he stalked towards her, half primal predator half remaining in control. He knew she loved to unleash this side. Pure carnal sin and animal ferocity nestled just underneath his cool veneer.

Sinking to her knees she licked her lips, waiting for him to come closer. Taking as much joy in teasing her as she did in tease him he got down to his fours. His eyes never leaving hers as he crawled towards her, the beast in steady pursuit. His eyes drove her back, upon her elbows and down to the bedroll, where he loomed over her. Kneeing her legs open his breath heavy, he pressed her down into the woven blankets, “I’ve wanted you all day.”

Dragging her nails along his shoulders and up into his hair she sighed, “seeing me fight turns you on?” It was less a question, and more a sinful statement as she nipped his bottom lip, drawing a harsh moan from him.

“You are grace and death,” he sealed his lips to her, eager and forceful, just how she always craved him. Leaning further into her he craved the sounds she could make. Low and wicked murmurs that made him weak. Taking her lip in his teeth he graced them over the sensitive flesh, “you are sin and base, a demon wrapped in sweet promises.”

Licking his upper lip, she grinned against his mouth, “I love when you talk dirty to me.” Pulling him back into herself she snaked her hands down his neck, over the taut muscles of his back, passing countless scars as she reached over the small of his back to grasp his rear tightly in her palms. Forcing him forward she felt his tip twitch at the sudden dip into her warmth. Shuddering she threw her head back, “fuck, yes,” she gritted out between her teeth. “Fuck me hard, Cullen. Lay claim to me.”

A thunderous bellow held tightly in his chest as he thrust into her, driving himself as deep as he could. Gasping above he, he seized her wrists. Pinning them over her head in one hand he grinned, “how do you ask for such things?” His face loomed over hers just beyond her reach. Struggling would be ineffective against his size and strength but he knew she would. Knew she loved the chase, the callous and naked approach to their love making. She bucked under him, twisting her hip against his, forcing him in and out of her. Leaning back, he grinned, “that’s not being a very good girl, is it?” He tugged on her nipple, earning another low hiss and curse. “How do we ask for such things?” He enjoyed being in control, enjoyed commanding her in such a way. A way he never thought of until she came along, equal parts fire and tempered water, and only for him.

“Fuck me hard, Commander, please,” her doe eyes batted their long lashes as her lips pouted.

He twitched hard inside of her, so much so she gasped at the sudden shift. How he loved this game, how it drove him higher. He couldn’t last, wouldn’t last much longer and by the tightening around his length, she couldn’t either. Giving her breast, a firm swat he grinned, “did you want your hands back, temptress?”

“Mhmm, please Commander. I wish to touch you,” licking her lips she eyed him like a hungry wolf prepared to devour him whole.

Slapping her other breast, he released her hands, “good girl.” His voice was low as he rocked his hips, “come here,” he opened his arms to her as he leaned back upon his knees. Helping her into his lap he thrust up into her, her own hips matching his rhythm made the tent spin. Light was fading, the tent whirled and the delicious sounds of her sighs and moans were in his ear as he clutched her to him, “damnit Di…” he panted. His walls were closing in, sound and atmosphere washing away in the cloudy haze swirling about him. Her voice broke the sensation, “fill me, fuck me.” Burying his face in her breasts he sucked one of the stiff peaks into his mouth hard. Her half cry was muffled as she sank her teeth into her palm to muffle herself. Squeezing her rear in the other hand he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. Another thrust and both were squelching their wails. Riding their climax together, their breaths frantic and gasping. He released her breast and rested his forehead against hers.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she let out a soft giggle, “you are a delectable prince.”

Chuckling along with her, he struggled to catch his breath, “I love you, Diana. I hope you know that.”

Giving his rear, a firm swat she let out a chorus of giggles, “of course I do, silly. I would never allow anyone else to ride me like you.” Seeing his face twist up in an odd assortment of confusion and amusement she laughed again, “oh Cullen, you are such an innocent little creature. Never change.” Carefully slipping off his lap she swiped a rag from her bag and tidied them off, “come, sleep. I’m sure you’ll be marching us at a wicked pace come morning.”

Giving his head a shake he sighed, “I shall never get used to your humor and sense of carefree flippancy.”

“Flippancy?” she laughed again, “Maker Cullen, I’m only getting started,” winking she patted the bedroll, “come on. There’s room for two.”

Sinking into the bedroll, he cradled her in his arms, “thank you.”

Wiping the sweat from his brow she nestled into his chest, “no thank you my dearest. I love you, Cullen Stanton Rutherford. Even if I don’t say it nearly enough, know I do. Now hush before you make me get all mushy.”

Snuggling her tightly he sighed, “perish the thought.”

#dragon age fanfic #cullen x trevelyan #random prompt thing #little lengthy but worth it #enjoy #thank you

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