fem!reader . brash sarcastic open waters sailing the smell of the sea a clean dive honest peach pit
⊹ . ໒꒰ྀི ੭-ࡇ-꒱ྀི੭ best paired with anybody in the tags!!
shark!reader was raised in the sea; her parents brought her out to live on their family boat for her entire childhood, which has resulted in normal land feeling unnatural to her. the waves call to her, the marine life speaking to her like friends. there's no place she'd rather be than the ocean.
shark!reader loves the smell of salty water. she loves sailing and sharks and the soothing rock of a boat on water. she loves swimming on sunny days and watching the crashing waves on rainy ones. she loves being herself, and people who can match her sarcasm.
shark!reader is scared to be vulnerable; being raised on a boat with her parents, she learned to always be tough, and very few have been able to crack through that outer wall, maybe even none. she covers it up with sarcasm and jokes, telling everybody she loves being independent when deep down, she wants somebody there for her.
I am talking massive. People sometimes think you are a whale hybrid because of your size, until you smile. Rows of razer sharp teeth leave no doubt you are a predator.
People make the wildest assumptions about you. You must be in the military, right? Or at least you do some physical work in some way. They assume you are loud and aggressive and since stereotypes are hard to get rid of, people with injuries or on their period often try to avoid you.
Which is ridiculous because you are a nurse. An excellent one at that, identifying wounds and internal bleedings immediately, so good that doctors in the ER wait for your nod before they continue the treatment. Of course the military would love to get you as a medic, but you refuse every offer. You are happy where you are and you know that you would need too many accommodations otherwise.
Because what people often don't get about hybrids is the downside.
Heightened senses mean overload.
Massive bodies mean custom made everything.
Special environment needs for some hybrids as well. You need access to open water, saltwater if possible.
So of course many hybrids are also very active in disability communities.
And sometimes you wonder if you could force the military to make changes, since they want you so badly.
But then there is another crisis and you get to work, one patient at a time, doing what you can.
1.3k, rafe x shark!reader, mentions of blood. Rafe tries to spark up a conversation with you during a party.
⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏
Every once in a while, there were just parties. Not for kooks or pogues. Just parties. It was always sort of uncanny seeing everyone sort of mingling together. Sure, half of everyone present was in school together at one point or another- so it wasn't weird. it's not like you didn't know each other.
but you didn't really know each other either.
smudged mascara, chipped nail polish, the sea breeze smell always clinging to you. you gripped the stainless steel handle of the refrigerator and swung it open. Whose house was this? with hooded eyes, you scanned the shelves for an unopened something. Grabbing a Light can you hip-bump the door to close it.
It was loud and crowded. all sweat and laughter. obnoxious jokes and quiet chatter. bodies on bodies upon bodies. you hated it, but you didn't have anything better to do. You wonder for a second if Sarah's here or not. You think about looking for her. you reach your hand into your back pocket, fish out your phone. It's old, cracked and barely works anymore. But trust me, it does work. You tap the screen and watch it light up with notifications you'd been ignoring. Missed calls from mom and dad. texts from them and maybe a friend or two. Your parents have been fighting. Yelling at you more. You just needed to get out of the house for a bit.
You'd be home soon.
You swore you would, but once you looked up, it was nearing 12am, and honestly… it'd just be better to go home in the morning. The party was still very much alive- if not just getting started and it would be stupid to leave now. a waste of time. Nothing really interesting had even happened yet.
you stuff your phone back into your pocket and allow your eyes to scan through your peers for any possible action. No matter what that action might be. with a soft sigh, your mind goes sort of blank. you bring the Light can to your lips, turn it sideways, and sink your teeth into the blue material. Your canines puncture the thin metal, tearing it just enough for liquid to fall through. Keeping the can to your lips, you tilt your head back to get a drink.
“D'you wanna smoke?”
a chilling voice pierced through your self-made silence. with a soft pop, your lips detached from the torn can as you blinked at the new character in front of you. Well, truly, he was far from new. He was everything but new. But sure, he was something to look at.
you raise your eyebrows, barely even looking at him now. “With you?” You ask like it's some sort of joke, and he nods.
“Yeah. I mean, unless you don't want to. I've got plenty of other girls I could smoke with.” and that was supposed to be a threat. A jab at your security. a test on your confidence or something. you look up at Rafe for a second, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you scanned his tall frame. “Okay.” You'd never fail these sorts of tests. not from him.
'Okay’?
“have fun with all those girls.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes a bit and bringing the can back to your lips. tilting your head back once more you shotgun the rest of the can. and rafe watches. you had expected him to walk off. find someone else to smoke with. But instead he leaned against the counter next to you, his hands in pockets, bangs falling into eyes and he ran his tongue over his teeth. His blue eyes bored through your skull as he tried to remain visibly unbothered, but his skin was crawling. Rafe could today deal with you saying no- not that he'd get a trophy for it or anything.. but the fact that you genuinely seemed uninterested was completely foreign to him. It made him uneasy.
some beer missed your lips, spilling out and running down your chin. You gasped softly as you removed it from your lips and set the can down. “Why are you still here?” You wipe your face with the back of your hand once before doing it again with your palm.
he grinned. “‘Here’ at the party or ‘here’ talking to you?” You felt a faint heat rising in your chest as he loomed too close to you. gripping your light, you crushed the can in the palm of your hand carelessly, fingers wrapping around the thin metal as you stared up at him with a dangerous glare. “What do you think?” crunch. like a bite. like bones snapping. crunch. the all too familiar sound of beer cans being turned inside out and spilled over. wasted, wasted, wasted.
“I think you're bleeding”
The few drinks you had earlier finally start to catch up. The most recent one starts to hit. Your jaw tightens, and your slitted brow ticks up. irritation spreading across your face. “Are you serious?” You scoff, biting back something vile. “a period joke? What are you ten?” You almost laugh at the idea, but you can't bring yourself to.
Rafe narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side. “Nono. No. Your fucking hand” He gestures to the can “It's bleeding. You're bleeding."
you let go of the can, your eyes widening, fixed on your palm. you are bleeding. “oh.” and his words finally reached you. He wasn't making a joke, just kind of concerned.
“Don't fucking- god. What is wrong with you?” Rafe grabs your wrist. the one attached to your scraped hand to stop you from wiping the blood on your jorts. He keeps you close. Pushing through the crowd of seventeen to twenty somethings and drags you to one of the possibly many bathrooms on the first floor. he barks at the couple already inside to get out, and the two of you quickly take their place as Rafe pulls the door shut behind you.
you sit on the sink counter. there was just enough space- wincing as your hand touches the marble counter. Rafe curses at you. He opens drawers searching for something. He turns on the sink faucet and instructs you to put your hand under the running water. so you do. He crouched down to grab a plastic bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the sink as you watch the water stain crimson. He turns the sink off, unscrews the rubbing alcohol and pours some on your open palm. it stings. the only reaction you give him is a sour expression. you suck your teeth and knit your brows together. It doesn't really hurt. Not right now.
the silence seemed to drag on. Of course, you didn't mind not having to hear his voice. You'd have to say thank you eventually.
“Since when did you become a doctor?” The tease comes out flat, more mocking and mean than the light-hearted fun tone you had in mind, and he stayed quiet. A genuine serious sort of quiet. Serious, but not threatening. “Sometimes you see shit- or live through it… I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.”
and you did.
It was no surprise Rafe knew how to bandage a scar. That he knew how to disinfect scrapes. He was always getting himself into messes. Always getting hurt. Always stupid. But who was he to talk to you like that? Like he knew you.
After another beat, he smiles a bit. “Surprised you couldn't fix yourself up.” Now he's wrapping your hand up. So dramatic. So unnecessary.
And you could. You could fix yourself up.
“I can.” You twisted your hand, assessing if he'd done any further damage. But he didn't. He very carefully had wrapped your hand. It was neat. Soft. Almost caring.
You always do.
“I didn't need your help, Rafael.”
and here he was getting in your way. and for what? so he could get laid?
he nodded. kind of wincing as if it hurt to hear you say his name like that. “Yeah.” He stares for a minute. his hair falling back into his eyes as his tongue pushes against his cheek and his eyes fall to the floor. He taps his fist against the wall gently, maybe three times, before he reaches for the door to leave you.
Hotch has a big fish tank that she swims around in. It kind of looks like a villain lair where she is.
He makes sure that she is well fed. And when they need an answer out of an unsub they transfer you to a swimming pool at the bureau where they drop the unsub in. You won’t bite them or harm them, but they don’t know that.
