Paget&Thomas

A fanfiction written kwa Kavi Leighanna on Fanfiction.net Demonology Spoilers. I loved it so thought I'd post it here.

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She giggled softly as his hand traced over the tattoo on her hip. She was ticklish, he knew it, and yet, every time they did this, every time they ended up in bed, he always traced that same spot, regardless of how ticklish she was. He’d never asked about it, but it wasn’t about that. Her laughter made him smile.

“Where did wewe get it?”

He was naked beside her, the sheet draped over his lower half like it had been on hers not five dakika prior. One hand propped his...

Written kwa dreamgoddess'92
Songtexts kwa Peter Gabriel "I Grieve"
SPOILERS for 5x09 "100"!


It was only one saa ago

It was all so different then

There's nothing yet has really sunk in

Looks like it always did


There are no words to truly express the pain that can consume someone who has Lost a loved one.

There are futile attempts, but they fall to the wayside as realization sinks in. All that can be alisema and done are the comforting whispers of close Marafiki and family who plan to stick around for the fallout. Unfortunately even those strong words and gentle embraces seem cold and lifeless like the body...

Written kwa dreamgoddess92.



Misconceptions

“Oh, if morgan doesn’t tell us we can go home, he’s gonna find himself wishing Hotch had never aliyopewa me my job back.” Hotch heard Emily threaten. He chuckled as Garcia’s laugh filled his ears.

Morgan was currently in a meeting with Strauss about a case she thought required the team’s attention as soon as morgan saw fit. Considering how they had just gotten back from a case in northern New Jersey the team had no intention of going to another location so soon. Though if morgan told them ‘mush’ they would mush albeit without much enthusiasm....

Written kwa Sienna27.



Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace

Emily walked in the door, stomping the snow from her boots as she pulled her down her scarf. It was almost last call so the bar was mostly empty. But still it took her a moment to spot him.

And then she saw him in the corner . . . she bit her lip . . . sitting kwa himself.

He looked so alone.

Shaking off the snow . . . and her pity . . . the latter he would spot immediately . . . Emily crossed the creaking floorboards and stopped inayofuata to his table.

He didn’t look up.

She stared at him for a moment, looking at the lines etched into his face...