A game JJ is always winning. /// Victoria & Jennifer /// @j-reau


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A game JJ is always winning. /// Victoria & Jennifer /// @j-reau

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ur plan is actually to take over tumblr and install your dykenda which is to make every muse a lesbianΒ
there was a feeling of unease that rose within the pits of her stomach. addison swallowed thickly as she took cautious steps down the faint streak of light that shined against her skin. she was still wearing her scrubs, a telltale sign of a long shift at the hospital. her heart was palpitating in her chest -- it was heavily advised against for a lone woman to walk down dangerous looking paths at night. still, that didnβt stop her -- then, her eyes widen in horror as she noticed the smudged trace of fresh blood against the wall. carefully, she followed the path.Β
her eyes widen when she recognized the face. her mind blanked, her body was moving out of its own volition. addison crouched down and gingerly, she pressed her palm against the otherβs face. she looked at her and her brows furrowed.Β Β
β what... what happened?βΒ her voice croaked from inutility. taking a deep breath, addison began assessing the situation at hand.Β
@j-reauβ | inspo
Β Β Β β My mom was a cop, so the whole intimidation thing wonβt work on me! βΒ The words are directed towards the mirror in the small room and truth be told, theyβre more of a bluff than anything. Still, several more moments tick by and nothing. Granted, this isnβt their usual brand of beat cops bumbling their way through an interrogation. This is serious. When they were ushering her in ( for herΒ βsafetyβ --- but she suspects itβs more to keep her out form beneath their feet than anything )Β she heard murmurs of the FBI being called in. Which means this thing? The string of bodies sheβs been researching for the better part of three months? Itβs not the fluke they try to play it off as. Sheβs on to something. And sheβs stuck in an interrogation room so they can try and pull it out of her. Exhaling, Caroline goes back to pacing back and forth along the short length of the room as the minutes tick by, her fingers tapping against her folded arms.Β
It feels like a small eternity laterΒ ( itβs the point, she imagines, or maybe she could give them the benefit of the doubt and assume theyβre debriefing )Β when the door squeaks open and an overweight officer gives her an exasperated look.Β βMs. Forbes,β He greets, she smiles ( though itβs more of a sneer than anything --- heβs the one that told her last week that she was wasting her time trying to tie meaning between these cases ),Β βFBI Senior Special Agent Jennifer Jareau,β The name rings a bell. But itβs not until the blonde steps in that she realizes why.Β β JJ! βΒ This time, her smile is genuine. The last time she saw the other blonde was...years ago. Her, foolishly trying to find a way to honor her motherβs memory and serve and protect. JJ, communications liaison. Her idol, for a time. Gorgeous. Brilliant. And now...Β β What happened to you? βΒ Itβs more a statement of admiration than surprise. Thereβs something different. Gone are the feminine suits and straightened blonde hair and soft features. In their place is confidence. The kind that draws attention. The kind that demands attention.Β Β Β Β Β /Β Β Β Β Β @j-reauβΒ Β +Β Β plotted things !Β
you wear the burden:Β Β a charmed au
Send Β β Β for a moodboard of our muses! Β / Β selectively acceptingΒ Β (Β I know you didnβt send it but it was on my mindΒ )
feat.Β Β @j-reauΒ Β Β©

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@j-reauβ plotted starter
Glorious peace in the large foyer of the Mikaelsonβs mansion is interrupted by the large, wooden double doors slamming open and the sound of several excited voices (Kolβs being the most prominent) as a group apparates in. Rebekahβs four-inch heels carry her to the entrance in a hurry with her wand held firmly in her grasp. Kol looks in her direction with a wide, open-mouthed grin.Β βLookie what I wrangled up, sister. Sheβd be exactly your type if it werenβt for the hideously dirty blood.β With a flick of his wand, he releases the petrification spell on the prisoner in grey robes and lets her fall to the floor, face first.Β
Itβs a face that Rebekah thinks she recognizes, but sheβs unsure. More so, sheβs disbelieving. She steps closer, and closer, until sheβs standing right above the woman with her wand at her side. The rest of the lackeys draw their own wands while Kol stands there with a smile like a court jester. Rebekah kneels, and uses the tip of her wand to push blonde hair away from the unfortunate soulβs face.Β
Just as she thought. Itβs Jennifer bloody Jareau.Β
Her jaw twitches around clenched teeth. Memories of a broken heart that never quite healed itself flood her emotions like sheβs sixteen again. She didnβt think sheβd ever have to process those emotions while the real thing existed before her instead of old Quidditch posters whose numbers have dwindled in the common wizard household since JJ had retired from the very game that sheβd left Rebekah for. But maybe this is her repayment for having to experience those emotions. This is her sweet poetic justice.
Cutting through the anticipatory silence, despite the way something in her chest twists like sheβs been stabbed, a laugh erupts from her throat.Β βYouβre a twit, Kol, but youβve finally managed to outdo yourself with this one. Are we keeping her?βΒ βOh, thereβll be plenty of time to have fun with the auror, Bekah. Gave us a halfway decent fight, too. The mates here want to be sure she doesnβt have any fight left once we get it through her thick skull that magic doesnβt belong to her, isnβt that right mudblood?βΒ
@j-reau out here being the JJ of the rpc and bringing us together.
πππππΒ Β πππΒ Β πΒ Β π ππΒ Β ππππππΒ Β πππ'πΒ Β πππππππΒ Β πππππΒ Β πππππππΒ Β ππ.Β Β being prepared for the other woman to touch down at any point during the day (Β or nightΒ )Β and making herself available for her.Β Β keeping a fully stocked first aid kit.Β Β gaea can say both of those things have come in handy tonight as she carefully cleans the blood from the other womanβs knuckles.Β Β if thereβs a story to be told it hasnβt been shared and sheβs not going to ask.Β Β if silence is what the agent needs,Β Β sheβll give it.Β Β because giving of herself to someone who gives everythingΒ for strangers is the right thing to do.Β Β and because she cares too much to make her face anything she isnβt ready for.
jj ( @j-reauβ ) liked for a starter.