#aaron hotchner lore

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This...THIS is the most evil thing the writers of CM ever done man

The whole scene is about abusive families and how some grow up to be serial unalivers right and SOME grow up to catch them

This is like the BIGGEST piece of Hotch lore ever and my main reason on why I think Hotch grew up in a very abusive household

Thank you for your time

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3rd gif is cunty but could be cuntier. pop that hip a little aaron

very important type of shot

[hotchestokes]

Yk the whole ‘dad lore’ thing where people’s dad just drop like the most insane lore about there lives every 10 years?

That’s literally Hotch. Every ten years we get a big reveal about his life lmao.

He was abused as a child, he got sent to boarding school, his father had lung cancer, he was a ‘trouble maker’ before he pulled himself together- all these reveals are like YEARS APART

[she4everyone]

Million Words

Aaron Hotchner X Black OC

Summary: Silvia was the first woman Hotch had been with since Hailey's death, but things didn't work out. A few years later she met someone new and the two planned to wed, but what happens when she sees Aaron again.

Warnings: Angst (Timeline is fucked, by which I mean Haley and Hotch separated when Jack was one then she died)

"I think this is the dress," Silvia's mother, Kerry exclaims as she rushes over to her daughter. The white off-the-shoulder dress complimented Silvia's figure wonderfully. She was looking for the dress she was supposed to marry in, and this beauty might be the dress.

"I don't know mom," she says as she looks at the dress in every mirror.

"Honey this is the fourth dress shop we've been to. I don't think it's the dress that you're having a hard time with," Kerry retorts as she sips her champagne.

Silvia knew exactly what her mother was talking about. Her mother liked Eric but preferred Aaron in every category. The problem was, forever wasn't in the cards for Aaron and Silvia. Of course, Silvia was still in love with Aaron how could she not. But the two were at completely different stages in life. Silvia wanted to move forward in the relationship but Aaron said there was no need. They both knew that the real reason was his fear of losing her. The thought of going through another heartbreak stopping him dead in his tracks. It hurt like hell when the two separated from each other, but Aaron held out hope.

"Mom, Eric makes me happy. He loves me and is more than willing to give me what I want," Silvia responds as she walks back into the dressing room. She slips out of the wedding dress and puts her sundress back on.

"The wedding is in a month and you still don't have a dress! Don't you think that's a little strange dear," Kerry retorts as she sets her glass down.

Silvia tells the shop owner she'll probably return knowing damn well she wouldn't. The two begin to walk down the strip when a blonde-haired and brown-eyed boy runs toward Silvia, screaming her name.

"Silvia!!" The boy exclaims as he runs towards Silvia. She kneels down to capture him in her arms, joy filling her body immediately.

"Jack! Oh my goodness! You've gotten so big! How are you?" She asks pulling away from the hug to get a good look at him.

"I'm doing good" he responds with a smile.

"Jack, where's your dad?" Kerry asks as she also kneels beside Silvia.

She hadn't even realized that Jack had run up to her alone. Fear starts to course through her veins. Why was Jack alone? Where was Aaron? 

“Jack! God, bud, you can never run off like that again,” Aaron exclaims as he runs toward the two women and young boy. He places his hand on his chest, feeling for his heart.

“Sorry, daddy. I saw Silvia and Kerry and I just had to say hi,” Jack explains turning to face his father. 

Silvia stands up looking at Aaron, taking in the fact he hadn’t changed, not one bit. His black hair was still slightly floppy, and his face still tired. The only one who had truly changed was Silvia. She began embracing her natural hair and wearing it out more. Her style changed from completely covered to somewhat free. It was as if she embraced all the things Aaron had loved about her after they parted. 

The two lock eyes, not being able to say much, but saying everything through their stares. Longing and sorrow filled the air, crushing the fun summer of reuniting that had happened a few seconds prior.

“Aaron, on my goodness! It’s been too long. How are you?” Kerry chatters as she pulls Aaron in for a hug. He gives into her warm embrace but looks at Silvia the entire time. 

“I’ve been good. How’ve you been?” he asks as they pull away. 

“We’ve been good. Just doing a little shopping today,” she says looking back at her daughter. 

“Silvia,” Aaron says a little above a whisper. 

“Aaron,” she says at the same volume.

“How have things been?” he asks. 

“They’re good. Things are great.” Silvia replies as her left hand anxiously reaches for her bag. Her engagement ring catching Aaron and Jack’s attention immediately. The ring was square and filled with little diamonds, a ring that Silvia wasn't particularly fond of, but she didn't have the heart to tell Eric.

“You’re married!?” Jack exclaims, shock written all over his face.

“No, Jack. I’m gonna get married soon though. That’s why my mom and I are here. Looking for my wedding dress,” she explains while looking at Aaron.

Pain is the only word that could be used to describe Aaron’s face. Betrayal crept around on his skin, but he knew it wasn’t justified. Aaron knew what Silvia wanted, something she had dreamed of having her entire life, and Aaron couldn't give it to her when they were together.

“Congratulations!” Aaron says, not being able to hide the heartbreak in his tone. 

“Thank you,” she replies softly. 

“The wedding is in a month if you boys would like to come. I’m sure there could be some arrangements for you two to be there,” Kerry chirps.

“Mom, I’m sure they’re busy,” Silvia quickly replies. 

“We’d love to come. Wouldn’t we bud?” Aaron says with one of his hands on Jack’s shoulder. 

“Yeah! I’ve never been to a wedding!” Jack exclaims with a bright smile.

 God, Silvia missed that kid. She saw herself being the mother he needed. Driving Jack to practice and his games, cheering wildly in the stands when he played, and being that mom who had all the snacks. Making sure he lacked nothing even though his mother had passed. Hopes that she and Aaron could give him a little sibling or two but things couldn’t turn out that way. 

“Wonderful! Silvia will text you all the details. Surprisingly, she’s been very relaxed during this wedding planning. It’s like she doesn't even care who’s at the end of the aisle waiting for her,” Kerry explains, hoping it would knock some sense into these very two stubborn adults. 

“I’m over the moon to be marrying Eric. Aaron, I’m assuming your number is still the same, so I’ll text you the details soon. Bye Jack, I promise I’ll see you again soon. I don’t care if I have to force your dad to bring you to me,” she says pulling Jack in for a long hug. 

“Bye Silvy” he sighs as he holds onto her tightly. Just the site almost brings Kerry to tears. She couldn't understand why Aaron and Silvia couldn’t or wouldn't find a way to work things out. 

The group part ways and Silvia heads to her shared apartment with Eric. When Silvia enters the apartment the smell of lasagna hits her nose.

“Welcome home baby!” he exclaims kissing Silvia's cheek. 

“Hey,” she replies as she weakly smiles. 

“Have you found the dress yet?” he asks as he grabs plates from the cabinet. 

“Still a no,” she replies as she sits at the dinner table. 

“It’s okay baby. You’ll probably find it last minute and it’ll be perfect. Just like you,” he says as he gives her a quick peck. 

Throughout dinner, Silvia tries to find a way to tell Eric about Aaron. During their relationship, she hadn’t really mentioned Aaron all that much. Eric had assumed the relationship was too traumatic for her to talk about, but it was quite the opposite.

“Eric?” she says softly looking down at her hands, fiddling with her ring. 

“Yeah,” he replies grabbing a hold of her hand. 

“Don’t you think we’re moving a little too fast? I mean we’ve been together for two years, but it takes five to fully know a person. I was with my ex-boyfriend for six years before we broke up. I’m just not really sure about us,” she expresses as she slowly looks up at Eric.

“What about us? You’re not sure you know me well enough?” Eric asks with a light laugh.

“I’m not sure I love you enough,” she says quietly avoiding his eye. 

“What do you mean?” he asks as he pulls away from her. 

“He wasn’t a terrible man he was just a broken one. We broke up because we were in different stages of life,” she explains. 

“Okay, what does him being broken have to do with anything?” he asks as he leans back in his chair.

“I loved him more than anything in this world and still do. I’d give up everything for him, but I can’t see myself doing that for you. It isn’t fair to anyone in this situation if you and I get married,” she continues. 

“Where is this coming from?” he questions. 

“I saw him today. I should’ve known this from our very first date. I’d never be able to love you the way I love him. Everyone in my life knew it except for me. They begged me not to go through with the wedding because they knew it would end badly. I’m sorry it took me this long,” she finishes as she slides the engagement ring off her finger.

“Silvia, please no. I love you," he says.

“Eric, I can’t,” she says as she gets up to leave. 

“So are we done?” he asks as he hangs his head. 

“Yes,” Silvia says before grabbing her bags and leaving. 

Silvia gets in her car driving straight to Aaron’s house not knowing what she’ll say. Before she knows it she's outside the once-familiar home. The home she once lived in with her family, Jack and Aaron. As she walks to the front door she finds it harder to breathe. Her fingers shake as she curls them into a fist. She knocks on the door hanging her head.

'This was so stupid. What do I even say?' she asks herself.

She puts her fist down and covers her face, embarrassment swirling through her body. Silvia sighs and turns to leave, but the sound of the door opening stops her.

"Silvia?" Aaron asks.

"Aaron," she says as she buries herself in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asks lifting up her chin to look in her eyes.

"I can't marry him," she says, tears filling her eyes.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because I can't marry a man I'm not in love with," she says.

"Why aren't you in love with him? Doesn't he make you happy?" he asks.

"I'm in love with you. I still am, even after all these years. He doesn't and probably won't ever make me as happy as you do," she says.

As the last word escaped her Aaron glues his lips to hers. He cups her face kissing her softly.

"Glad to see the engagement ring is gone. I guarantee you the one I get you will look better," he says with a grin.

"Oh! The one you'll get me?" she asks wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Silvia Faith Harris I refuse to mess up this time. These past two years without have been hell. You are my person. The woman I'm supposed to spend forever with. You are perfect for me and I will give anything and everything to be the perfect man for you. Plus, I think Silvia Hotchner sounds better than Silvia Harris," he says.

"I have to agree that Silvia Hotchner sounds better than Silvia Harris. I also have to share my belief that a kid or two wouldn't be so bad," she says, resting her head on his chest.

"Jack deserves to be a big brother," Aaron says wrapping his arms around her.

"Speaking of Jack, where is my big man?" she asks.

"He's with Jessica. We're on stand-by with a case and I thought it'd be best for him to be with her rather than me dropping him off at three in the morning because I get called in," he says pulling Silvia into the home.

"So what you're saying is that we have the house to ourselves?" she asks.

"That we do honey. Welcome home," he says.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I began writing this over a year ago and just felt very unmotivated to finish it but I eventually got it done!

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the best moments of this episode:

the demon knows about derek

emily is always and forever a hot emo girl with religious trauma

hotch has a direct line to the vatican

I'm not gonna try and spam (that's a lie) but I've had a few thoughts.

This is from Demonology. Remember, this guy is Prentiss' friend. He only briefly met Rossi, but he says this to Derek.

That's really fucking creepy. But I like that it adds to the fact that maybe the priest was right all along.

[hotchscoffeecup]

“Power Struggle”

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Rating: M

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: For months, you and SSA Aaron Hotchner have been toeing the boundary between romance and your careers. When the unsub that's been killing women in Michigan by way of replicating Zeus' punishments from Greek mythology takes you as his next victim, it's up to Hotch and the rest of the BAU team to find you before it's too late. Hurt/comfort and angst with happy ending.

Tags: graphic depictions of violence, reader kidnapped by unsub, blood, implied SA, nudity, electrocution, scarring, hospitals

“You’re telling me someone is out here killing people to recreate, what? Greek legends?” Sheriff McCullen’s brow pinches as he shakes his head.

“Legends are stories often loosely based on a real person or event to teach us a lesson. Mythology is based on supernatural or sacred lore and explains why things came to be. It’s a common mistake.” Reid speaks quickly and methodically, as if reciting from a textbook. “It’s straight out of the mythos,” he explains, his voice tinged with something akin to excitement as he approaches the whiteboard where photos of the victims had been pinned up for review. Using a ballpoint pen as a pointer, he taps the first image of the first victim. “Regina Manford, she was found tied to a boulder in Craig Lake State Park with her liver removed. Animal predation showed birds had pecked at her while she was still alive. In Greek mythology, Zeus did this to Prometheus to exact revenge on him after he stole fire to give to man.”

Reid moves on to the next victim, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he did so. “Sarah Walters was found bound to an old water wheel that had been set on fire. Greek Mythology suggests this is a copy of Zeus’ punishment for Ixion.”

“And what did he do to deserve that?” asks the sheriff.

Reid’s lips form a tight line. “He was invited into Zeus’ home on Olympus. After attempting to seduce his wife, Hera, Zeus punished him by binding him to a wheel of fire cursed to spin forever toward the underworld. She might’ve smiled or even looked at him, and in his delusion believed she was a seductress deserving of punishment.”

“So, what? This guy sees himself as some sort of god?”

“We believe that is his delusion, yes,” answers Emily. “Each victim also bore signs of sexual trauma, this is something Zeus is also renowned for in the mythology. Our unsub thinks he’s infallible and that these women’s lives and deciding when and how these women live and die is his divine right.”

“Do we know if there will be more victims?” asks one of the detectives.

You step forward from your place between Morgan and Hotchner. “Given the number of victims Zeus punished within the mythology, we can assume he is not finished. These kills are two weeks apart. It’s been twelve days since the last body was found. We can only assume he’s currently hunting for his next victim. And when he finds one, he convinces her to go to a second location. It's once they leave the primary location that he attacks. In each case, the victim suffered a blow to the head, leaving a uniquely shaped gash in her forehead. This suggests that he strikes them with a distinct blunt object or even a ring that’s on his hand.”

“We need every man out on the streets,” Hotch states, his eyes hard as he scans the group of law enforcement gathered to receive the profile. “He stalks his victims in the city, often on the weekends when night life is busiest. He’s charming. He has no problem approaching women because he views himself as a deity and carries himself with the arrogance and confidence of one. He’s white, in his early to mid 30s, good looking, charming, and likely has a career that would’ve provided him with medical training.”

A female detective with short blonde hair sticks her pencil in the air. “How do we know that?”

“The incisions made on Regina’s body were clean, precise, and showed no signs of hesitation,” explains Rossi. “The M.E. also informed us that the hepatic artery was clamped off, meaning,” Rossi hesitates before continuing on, “meaning Regina Mansford was alive as her liver was being cut from her body.”

An uncomfortable murmuring breaks out. Hotch raises a hand, silencing them. Your mouth goes dry and you swallow, hoping your team doesn’t notice the way your eyes dilate when you look at him and the silent way in which he can command a room.

“This is why we need every available officer on the streets. Increase units in the downtown area. Have plain clothes officers on the streets. That’s where we’ll be. Thank you.” Hotch tucks his head and sweeps out of the bullpen, the rest of the team trailing after him into the conference room.

“Where do you want us?” asks Morgan as you shut the door to the conference room.

“Reid, I want you here working the geographical profile. See if there’s anything we missed that could bring us closer to a precise location where he’s kidnapping his victims. Rossi and JJ, I want you to go back to Sarah’s apartment and see if we missed anything that tells us where she was exactly on the night she was kidnapped. Derek and Emily take the north side of downtown.” He inclines his head toward you. “You and I will take the south side.”

His eyes linger on yours a moment longer than they ought to have. You dip your head and swiftly exit the room, jacket in hand as you prepare to brave not only the frigid Michigan cold but working one one-on-one with Hotch. This had been going on for months; subtle looks, brief touches where his fingers would slide over yours while passing off a case file…yet a part of you still wasn’t sure if it would ever go any further than that. You spend so much of your time with the team, it would be so easy to mistake one gesture for something that it wasn’t. Yet you knew that wasn’t true. You know behavior. You’re trained to recognize the subtlest of shifts in demeanor and body language and you know exactly what is going on.

You jump as someone pushes through the front door of the precinct. Emily’s gentle laugh disrupts your rumination. “Sorry,” she says, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She moves to stand closer to you as she zips her jacket. “The guys went to grab the cars.”

You nod and shove your hands in your pockets.

Emily arches a perfectly manicured brow. “What’s up?”

You school your expression and feign nonchalance. “Nothing, I just want to catch this guy before he hurts anyone else.”

Emily’s brow furrows and then straightens, a glimmer of knowing in her eye. “Something tells me there’s a different guy on your mind.”

Your heart skips a beat and you nearly choke on the crisp winter air. “What? I don’t—“ Your words falter as Derek and Hotch arrive, the SUVs humming to a gentle stop at the curb.

Emily eyes you, a sly smile curving one side of her red lips. “We’ll talk later.” She winks and steps forward to open the passenger side door, sliding inside and disappearing into the dark interior.

As you turn to move toward the SUV, Hotch is there, opening the door for you. The gesture surprises you, but it shouldn’t. He’d been doing little things like this for weeks now. You nod your head in thanks and as you turn your body to slide past him, his hand catches your hip. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers glide against the small of your back, guiding your movement into the vehicle.

His hard eyes meet yours as he shuts the door and you’re grateful for the shadows inside the car as you feel your face flush bright red. Hotch slides into the driver’s seat with ease. He shifts the car into gear and pulls onto the road, heading in the direction of downtown.

After a few minutes, you open your mouth to disrupt the silence, but his cell rings. Hotch answers and places it on speaker as JJ’s voice floats through the receiver, “Hotch, we think we’ve got something at Sarah Walters apartment.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“There’s a sticky note in her trash can,” a garbled sound echoes through the speaker as she shifts the phone. The sound of paper crinkles as she reads, “Tony’s at 9, does that mean anything? Has Garcia come across a Tony in any of her research into the victims’ lives? Maybe an Anthony?”

An image of a neon sign flashes across your mind’s eye. “It’s a bar,” you say matter-of-factly.

“A bar?”

“I remember seeing the sign on our drive-in. It’s a bar on the south side of downtown. That could be where he’s meeting these women.”

“We’re only a few blocks away, we’ll head there now. Thank you, JJ.” He hangs up and slips the phone into his jacket pocket.

“How do you want to play this?” you ask.

“We go in, make observations, see if we can identify anyone that matches the profile.”

You smirk and a small laugh escapes your lips.

“Something funny?” Hotch asks, his voice low in his throat.

You purse your lips, pausing before you proceed. “If we go in looking like feds, we’ll scare this guy away.” You tilt your head, considering. “Well, one of us anyway.”

A slight twitch in his brow is the only indication your words have just barely gotten under his skin. “Touched a nerve, sir?”

As the traffic light ahead blinks red, he eases the car to a stop. He breathes out slowly, the amber glow of the stoplight reflecting in his eyes. In less than two heartbeats, he thrusts the car into park and with both hands clasps your face, drawing you in to kiss you with such fervor white spots dot your vision. It takes a moment to process the heat of his mouth on yours and the way his tongue slides between your lips, and before you can truly reciprocate the light turns green and he pulls back, his breathing ragged against your mouth as his forehead touches yours. “Be careful when and how you choose to call me sir.”

Before you can exhale, his eyes are on the road again and you’re driving deeper into downtown.

“Understood,” and then you add, almost imperceptibly, “sir.”

A small smile quirks at the corner of his lips, but he says nothing more as you approach your destination.

It's nearing 9:30pm when you pull up on the street parallel to Tony’s. People trickle in and out of the bar in groups of twos and threes; most are young, in their mid to late twenties.

“Right,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to exit the vehicle. “Stay here.”

“Excuse me?” Hotch asks, reaching over your lap and grabbing your wrist to stay your hand from popping the door open. Your breathing stills and he just barely turns his face toward yours. “Since when do you give me orders?”

Unsure where the confidence to challenge him comes from, you lean in near his ear. You swallow once before speaking. “I think you like taking them.” Feeling incredibly brazen, you nip at his ear once and as the unexpected gesture disarms him; flick your wrist out of his grasp and pop the door open. You slide out of the car and are immediately greeted by the frigid January air eliciting goosebumps up and down your arms. Extending an arm overhead to hang on to the frame of the SUV; you lean down into the cab of the vehicle. “I’ve got you right here,” you say as you tap the hidden earpiece. “Let me know if you see anyone from the outside that fits the profile.”

Hotch eyes you and there’s a fierceness in his gaze. You wonder if he’s thinking of how he’ll ultimately retaliate for your little role reversal now that he’s gone and upped the ante in this little game of cat and mouse. “See you soon,” you wink and slam the door shut.

As you approach the bar, you make sure your coat is buttoned in a way that hides your sidearm and credentials from sight. The bouncer doesn’t even pretend to ask for an ID as you approach and move through the front door with ease. As you cross through the threshold, your senses are assaulted by the smell of beer on tap, the sharp tang of liquor, grease, and an amalgamation of perfumes and colognes.

Immediately you begin scanning the room. You note the layout of the bar: three exits for patrons, the one you just came in through, one near the bathrooms for cigarette smokers, and an emergency exit on the far right wall near to the kitchen. There are three pool tables all of which are occupied as well as three dart boards along the far wall. Groups of friends engage one another and dates carry on without a hitch. You approach the bar, which is centered along the far wall. Stools line the high countertop and behind the bar, two women work to fulfill the never-ending drink orders. You approach the bar and slide into one of the empty seats, relaxing your shoulders as you do so, and order a rum and coke that you don’t plan on drinking.

After a moment the bartender drops a cocktail napkin in front of you and places the drink on top. You thank her and stir the contents of the drink with the swizzle stick popped inside.

“Is this seat taken?” an unfamiliar voice causes the hair on the back of your neck to prickle and you know immediately that it’s him.

Painting on a saccharine sweet smile, you turn toward the voice. A white man, standing at about 6’2”, is smiling down at you. The neon lights behind the bar reflect in his blue-gray eyes and his honey blonde hair falls in soft waves to his shoulders. “Please,” you say demurely and gesture toward the seat. You tell him your name and continue smiling.

“Ronan Carlson,” he introduces himself as he slides in beside you and adjusts the lapels on his leather jacket, a fake Rolex peeking out from his sleeve. He’s preening, you think to yourself. The bartender approaches from behind the bar and he smiles, the curve of his lips the opening act of his charming performance. “I’ll have what she’s having, thank you.” He pulls a roll of cash from the inner pocket of his jacket, flips through several bills, and pulls a $100 bill free before sliding it across the counter to her.

The bartender’s eyes widen in surprise and he winks at her. She nods her thanks and turns to make his drink.

“That was very kind of you,” I say, stirring my drink for the thirteenth time.

He shrugs and tips the baseball cap he’s wearing down over his eyes and you know it’s to obstruct the view the cameras have of him. “It’s only money, and I think I may have made her night.” He inclines his head toward the bartender whose head is bent close to the other woman’s. She’s smiling wide and shows her the $100 bill.

Internally, you roll your eyes hard, but externally you smile and look at him from beneath your lashes. “You must have a great job, what do you do for work?”

His hand flexes as he sets his drink down on the counter and you note the two chunky platinum rings he wears on his right hand. There are symbols etched into them offset by different colored stones, but you don’t want him to catch you staring as he answers, “I’m in business for myself these days,” he says with no further explanation. “Though I used to be in the military.”

You feign surprise, though you were hopeful he’d continue to divulge information. “The military, wow. Let me guess,” you pause and allow your eyes to slowly scan him from head to toe. You remember the profile. “Army…medic.”

“Reign it in,” you hear Hotchner’s voice through the earpiece. “Be mindful of how much you reveal to him. Don’t let him know you know more about him than he’s letting on.”

You watch him assess you and your read into him. One blonde brow creeps up toward his hairline and that wicked smile curves his lips again. “Excellent guess, how do you figure?”

Leaning on to your forearms, you push your drink aside and slide your hand over his and you don’t miss the way his fingers tense at your touch.

“It’s the hands,” you say coyly. “You look like you know how to handle yourself.” He relaxes under your touch and a heat ignites in his eyes that makes your stomach churn, but you don’t let it show on your face. “You look like you know how to handle a lot of things.”

He licks his lips and turns the ring on his finger. “Tell you what,” he says as he picks up his drink. He places the glass to his lips and downs its contents. “Why don’t we get out of here?” He looks down at you from beneath dark lashes. “And I’ll show you just how much I can handle.”

You stand up and flash him a grin. “Let me quickly freshen up and I’ll meet you out front.”

His lips quirk into a smirk, “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

You smile as you slip away toward the bathroom. As you push through the crowd you inform Hotch that the unsub is on his way out.

“There’s a line growing out the door,” he answers over the earpiece. “Does the description match the profile?”

“To a T,” you answer as you push past a couple with their tongues in each other's mouths. The amount of patrons has increased dramatically over the last hour. The volume of the music makes it hard to hear through the earpiece. You push your way into the restroom and are surprised to find it empty. Fortunately, the outside noise is muffled. You begin to describe Ronan’s appearance and note the jacket and hat he’s wearing. “He’s wearing two oddly shaped rings,” you add. “I think it’s what’s caused the unusual injury to the victims’ faces.”

“I’ve got him. He’s cutting through the line toward the parking lot.” You hear the car door open and slam.

“Got it, I’ll be right there.”

“Good work,” Hotch says over the open line.

You smile to yourself as you unbutton your jacket, glad to be on the receiving end of his praise. For a split second you wonder what else you could be on the receiving end of if you continue to play this game with him. After the case, you remind yourself. Priorities. Priority number one is getting this sick bastard off the street, and he’s right here within your grasp. You shoulder the door as you reach for your gun, positioning your thumb over the rotating hood to dislodge your weapon from its holster.

Over the speakers, an employee is calling to celebrate someone’s birthday. The crowd is distracted and pushing toward the source of celebration. The bar erupts into an off key rendition of Happy Birthday but you don’t hear it as 30,000 volts of electricity course through your veins. Your muscles spasm and lock up as you fall forward. Pain radiates from your abdomen in waves that crash over you again and again. You try to tell your body what to do as strong arms catch you and pull you into a chest that smells like cigarette smoke, but your limbs don’t cooperate. You feel his nose root into your hair as his lips find your ear. “How’s that for capable?”

As he shoulders your weight and steers you out through the emergency exit you hear Hotch’s voice in your ear. “It’s not him!” There’s an edge of panic in his voice as he says your name. “Do you copy? It’s not him. He gave another man $500 to wear his hat and jacket into the parking lot. It’s not him. Do you have eyes on him?”

Dark spots the edges of your vision as he drags your dead body weight. You try to focus all of your ability on getting out any words that can signal to Hotchner what’s happening, any at all but your mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton.”

You hear the tinkling of keys and a door slide open. Pain rattles through your skull as he throws you into the back of whatever vehicle he’s operating. Pain slices through your wrists as zip ties slice through the skin there. Through tunnel vision you see him leering at you. He’s backlit by the streetlights.

As his fist flies toward you, you finally manage one word.

“Aaron.”

•

When you come to, the first thing you feel before the splitting pain in your head threatens to cleave your mind in two, is cold.

Your mouth is dry, but as you move to lick your lips you realize you can’t because there’s a gag in your mouth. You try to move your hands, but they’re bound too. Zip ties cut into each wrist, securing them at your sides on the legs of a wooden chair. When you try to shift the chair, you learn that it’s bolted to the floor and your legs are spread open; zip ties at your knees and ankles keep them apart. Except for your bra and underwear, you’re naked. He undressed you. You feel the wound from the stun gun before you glance down at your stomach and see the two bloody pinpricks in your abdomen. You feel your heart rate increase as panic begins to set in. Do not panic , you tell yourself as you take a steadying breath. The minute you start to panic, you’re dead. You close your eyes and piece together the last dredges of your memory.

Tony’s. Sitting at the bar. The unsub. Ronan. Hotch was in pursuit. And then there was just pain.

Hotch.

The pain in your skull is overwhelming and you’re not sure if you can feel the earpiece anymore.

“Hotch,” you attempt to say through the gag. “Hotch, do you read me?”

You close your eyes as hot tears brim along your lash line when there’s no response. The signal is out of range or the unsub found the earpiece and removed it.

A door creaks open on squeaky hinges and your eyes dart toward the source of the sound. Ronan walks through the door with a sick smile on his face. As he saunters toward you, he rolls the sleeves of his flannel up to his elbows. Without looking away from you, his arm drops to his side and he scoops a folding metal chair with one hand, carrying it with him as he edges closer to you.

You flinch as he cracks the chair down in front of you, forcing it open. He chuckles as he takes a seat. His eyes skirt the length of your body and you wish any limb were free to deliver a blow to his smug face.

He reaches into his back pocket and withdraws your badge. He flips it open and holds it up to your face, the way his eyes flit between you and your credentials makes your lip curl.

“An FBI agent,” he says slowly. He slaps your credentials shut against his denim-clad thighs. “Hot damn!” he shouts and whoops. He throws your badge to the wayside and it clatters against the cement floor. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

It could’ve been hours. It could’ve been minutes. The torture is unrelenting and the pain is unending. Your chest heaves as you brace yourself for the next surge of electricity. Ronan, if that’s even his real name, twists the knob on the amplifier and taps the jumper cable clamps in his hands together. He smiles when he hears the buzz of electricity between them. As he presses them into your thighs, you cry out in pain as the shockwaves paralyze your body and mind and the pain overwhelms you.

“YES!” he roars as he pulls them away from you. He’d taken his flannel off, but now he peels off his t-shirt, balls it up, and uses it to wipe the sweat off of his face.

With the voltage no longer coursing through your veins, you slump forward, chest heaving as your scrambled brain fights to stay alert.

He drops the cables and clasps your face in his hand, forcing your chin up to meet his wild eyes. “You just don’t quit, do you? You're special.” He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs as if he cherishes what he’s doing to you. “You are worthy of a god.”

When you come to Ronan is watching you. He’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his clasped hands.

“She wakes,” he muses.

You glare at him and his brow pinches. He purses his lips together like he’s been stung, but his eyes are alight with amusement.

“You,” he says, gesturing up and down your body, “look beautiful.”

You don’t need to look down to know the number of bloodied burn wounds spanning the lengths of your legs. If you couldn’t keep track of any other thought, the count was all that kept you grounded. There were ten. Five on each leg. Your wrists and ankles bled from the way you’d pulled against them with every shock he delivered.

He reaches forward and this time you don’t flinch. He hooks two fingers into the gag and pulls it down over your chin, his fingers trailing your lips as he does so.

“Here,” he says, bringing a bottle of water to your lips. “Drink.”

You clamp your lips shut and turn your face away. He laughs and shakes his head. “Come on now, don’t refuse me. That’s not how you show gratitude when a god shows you mercy.”

You muster as much hatred into your stare as you focus your attention back on him. “Mercy?” you hiss, and your voice is hoarse from screaming against the gag. It hurts to speak. You pull against your restraints. “This is what you call mercy?”

“I’m only testing you to see if you’re worthy,” he says by way of explanation. "You've lasted longer than the others."

“Worthy of what?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“To be my Hera.”

“How is what you’re doing to me, what you did to those other women, going to help you find her?”

“They weren’t worthy,” he answered. “They couldn’t take my power like you could, my lightning. They were false. They needed to be punished.”

He leans in, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel his smoky breath on your skin. “But you, you deserve to be rewarded.” Your skin bristles at his words. His lips find your jawline and you grimace as he drags them up the side of your face. When he pulls away, dried blood flakes onto his skin.

“Don’t be afraid,” he soothes as he smoothes your sweat-drenched hair away from your face. “You’ll enjoy it.”

Unable to suffer any more of his poisonous bullshit, you rear your head back and slam it forward. Pain explodes behind your forehead, but it’s worth it to hear the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. He roars in pain and clutches his bleeding nose. White light blinds you as he backhands you and curses your name. His ring splits the skin of your cheek open. The force of the blow causes you to bite your lip and you feel your teeth cut into the chapped skin there. You spit blood at him, angering him further.

“You are false!” he screams, spittle flying from his mouth as he shoves the gag back into your mouth. “You are not her!” He moves to pick up the jumper cables, twisting the knob of the amplifier all the way up causing the bulbs overhead to flicker. You know this is it. If he touches you with those, it will kill you.

Bracing yourself for the killing blow, you go to the grave knowing you did not give in to this bastard.

It never lands.

Instead, three shots ring out and he’s falling to the floor dead at your feet. As the unsub’s body falls, Hotchner’s frame comes into view and a choked sob escapes your lips. He holsters his weapon and runs to you. Emily and Morgan are right behind him. Morgan passes Hotch a Swiss Army knife from his pocket and he makes quick work of the zip ties binding you to the chair. From the corner of your eye, you see Emily turn off the amplifier and check Ronan’s pulse.

Unable to hold yourself up, you fall forward into his ready arms, letting yours fall over his shoulders. Hotch drops to his knee to support your weight. “You’re okay,” he says as he pulls the gag free from your mouth and you sob into his chest. He smooths your hair back from your face, his eyes assessing the damage done to you. Blood stains his shirt, your blood.

“Morgan, your jacket.” Hotch orders.

Without hesitation, Morgan unfastens his bulletproof vest and unzips his jacket. He passes it to Hotch who drapes it around your shoulders in an attempt to preserve some of your modesty.

“I need a medic!” he shouts before directing his attention back to you.

Your eyes waver as you try to keep them open. You lock in on the depths of his warm brown eyes. “You’re going to be fine,” he says but his voice sounds far away.

“He wanted someone to be his Hera,” you say weakly.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Hotch soothes.

You swallow and it hurts your throat to do so. Your lips crack open, “You found me.”

Hotch cradles your head against his chest. “Of course I did.”

You wince as the sound of a gurney crashes into the room, the metal wheels squealing as it draws near. Your head swims as you’re swept into the air and laid out on its cushiony bed. A light shines in your eyes and voices are overlapping. Blindly, you use what strength you have left to drop your hand off the side. Unable to focus your attention on where he is, you know he’ll hear you. “Don’t leave me.”

And as you lose consciousness, you feel his hand slip into yours.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

•

A steady beeping fills your ears as you slowly come to. Your eyes feel bruised and you don’t think you have it in you to open them, but you feel something around your wrists and bolt upright. Pain crashes over you in a wave. It was a dream. You’re still bound in that basement. The beeping increases, growing louder and faster. Someone says your name and you feel hands on your shoulders. You try to swing your fist and are surprised when your arm follows through and makes contact with flesh. Did you break through the zip ties? You hear your name again, clearer this time. A man. He’s asking you to stop, to relax.

“It’s me,” he repeats and says your name again. “You’re safe. You’re in the hospital.” He says your name again. “It’s me, it’s Aaron.”

You stop fighting and blink hard. Hotchner’s stern face comes into view, except there’s concern wavering in the depths of his brown eyes. His brow softens as you relax. A small smile turns the corners of his lips. “Hey there,” he says. A nurse rushes into the room and he raises a hand, “We’re fine, here. Thank you.”

The nurse looks at you and you nod. She looks unsure about leaving but ultimately relents. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake.”

Aaron cups the back of your head in one of his hands and gently begins to lower you back down onto the pillows behind you. You allow him to guide you and feel the tension ease from your muscles as your back sinks into the surprisingly plush hospital pillow.

As the adrenaline wears off, you’re finally able to take stock of your injuries as the pain quickly makes itself known. You feel your pulse beating in your skull, pounding at your temples, eyebrow, and cheekbone. With shaky fingers, you touch the places where you remember the unsub striking you. You feel a thick bandage taped over your right eyebrow and steri-strips over your cheek. Your lip is swollen from where you bit it.

Bandages encircle your wrists and there’s an IV stuck in your hand. You’ve been dressed in a hospital gown and the sheets are drawn up to your waist covering the burn wounds. You don't have to see them to know how bad they look. The pain is telling enough.

“Is he dead?” you ask, lowering your hand back down to the bed.

Hotch’s lips form a tight line. “Yes.”

You blink back tears as that information sinks in. “Good,” you whisper in a choked voice. You blink and allow your head to loll to the side. A colorful bouquet of roses and carnations dotted with plastic ladybugs and butterflies sits in a clear vase on the side table.

You smile, “Garcia?”

Hotch smiles in turn. “It was tough to convince her to go home and get some sleep, but I promised her I wouldn’t leave you alone. Even then, it was still a hard-fought battle.”

You chuckle and wince as the movement irritates your injuries.

Hotch telegraphs his next move, and you know it’s to avoid startling you. He cups his hand over your uninjured cheek and strokes the skin there with his thumb.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he says, and his voice sounds tired and pained. “I should’ve gone inside with you.”

“Hotch, don’t.” You reach up and wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Don’t do that to yourself. He didn’t know I was with the FBI until after he took me. If you’d been there, he might’ve pegged us as law enforcement and taken off. He might still be out there and we’d be finding another dead woman in a matter of days. You know I’m right.”

Hotch closes his eyes and heaves a heavy sigh. “I could hear you.”

“What?” you whisper. You try to sit up and wince as the movement stings the wounds in your legs and abdomen. Hotch stands and helps adjust the pillows behind your back before sitting back down in the chair at your bedside.

“Not for very long. He drove out of range, but I heard him speaking to you. I heard the blows land. I heard your head smack against the floor when he threw you in the van.” He stops and shakes his head. “I felt so helpless. I was afraid. I couldn’t get to you, just like,” his voice catches in his throat. “just like I couldn’t get to Haley.”

Your heart breaks for him as he speaks. You reach for his hand and take it, squeezing it. “Aaron, you did get to me. You saved my life.”

He clears his throat and swallows. “Yes, but we were almost too late.”

“But you weren’t,” you state, your tone firm. “Aaron, look at me.”

He hesitates and inhales deeply before lifting his gaze to yours. The corners of his eyes soften as he meets yours and you smile. You gently tug his hand, “Come here.”

Hotch glances toward the door and then back at you, “The doctor—“

“Isn’t going to do shit,” you finish. “I’m the one that endured hours of torture. Pretty sure I’m allowed some close comfort.”

He lets out a shallow laugh. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” Standing, he shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. With one hand he loosens his tie until he’s able to pull it up and over his head. He tosses it onto the chair and circumnavigates the bed, assessing the best way to join you on the small mattress.

You groan as you slide over. Hotch reaches out to stop you but you silence him with a pointed look. “Mind the IV,” you say as you pat the space beside you.

Hotch acquiesces, using the tips of his fingers to raise the IV drip enough for him to slide into bed beside you. He slips an arm around you and drops the feed. It falls across his torso. The feel of his arm around you is comforting, like a security blanket, like safety. You relax into him, and rest your head on his chest. His lips brush against your bandaged brow.

“Not quite how I imagined we’d first be sharing a bed,” you joke softly as you nuzzle in deeper against the wide plane of his chest.

You feel him smile against your hair. “Only you could joke at a time like this.”

“If I can’t laugh at what’s happened, I’ll never be able to close my eyes at night.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” He rubs the bare skin of your arm in small circles. “I’ll be there until you can.”

You turn your head to look at him then, your heart full. This is happening. His eyes are on yours and you push yourself toward him ever so slightly. He closes the small gap between you and presses his lips to yours. It wasn’t hungry and primal like the kiss in the car. There would be plenty of time for that later. This kiss was light, tender…healing.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I tried to go home, I really did but as soon as I got there I—” Garcia’s voice abruptly cuts off. You look up and her initial look of surprise turns to one of abject joy.

You feel your cheeks flush as Emily and Morgan appear in the doorway behind her. Morgan’s eyes widen and Emily’s brow arches as a smile curves her lips.

“I, uh, brought backup.” Penelope giggles. She remembers she’s holding something. “And cookies! I couldn’t sleep, so I baked. I figured I could bribe you into going home and getting some sleep.” Her words leave her mouth at a mile a minute. “I thought you’d fight me on it, so I brought some muscle.” She gestures with a tilt of her head. “They’re the muscle.”

Morgan exhales and points a finger at you and Hotch. “Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?”

Emily elbows him and he drops his arm. She takes the tray from Garcia and walks it over to the side table where she places it next to the flowers. She winks at you as she turns back to Garcia and Morgan. “It’s about time,” she says.

Penelope laughs as she hooks her arm in Emily’s. “What's it been? Two, three months?”

Morgan guffaws. “Months?”

Penelope pats his face with a ring-adorned hand. “My sweet oblivious profiler. Come on, hot stuff.” She takes him by the hand and leads him from the room. Emily shakes her head and laughs. “Men.”

“Safe to say the team knows.”

Hotch releases a breathy laugh and kisses your forehead again. “I know what will be the first thing on the agenda at tomorrow’s debriefing.”

•

6 weeks. It had been 6 weeks since you’d pressed the elevator button that would bring you back to the office. The weight of your gun feels right where it sits upon your hip, your gait more familiar to you now than when it wasn’t holstered to your side. You nervously adjust the grip on your go bag. You’d packed and repacked it the night before.

This morning as you were getting out of the shower, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your cheek had healed nicely though the skin on your brow that had been split by the unsub’s ring had scarred, severing the tail end of your eyebrow from the rest of it. The ligature marks around your wrists and ankles had healed and the skin was smooth once more. The stun gun had scarred your abdomen, but all that remained were two purple pinpricks of scar tissue no bigger than the size of an infant’s thumbnail.

Your legs are a different story. The front of your thighs are an array of mottled scar tissue. One burn had gone so deep that they’d needed to graft skin from your calf to salvage it. The wounds no longer hurt physically, but you’d woken up from nightmares on more than one occasion.

You were never alone though. Garcia worked remotely on secure laptops with VPNs as often as she was able. Rossi brought you home-cooked Italian at least twice a week and talked with you over numerous glasses of red wine. Reid brought black-and-white foreign existentialist films that you didn’t understand, but his enthusiasm as he watched made you happy all the same. Emily and Morgan brought coffee and donuts as often as they could and Hotch…if he wasn’t at the office or visiting Jack, he was with you. On several occasions, he brought Jack. Jack would sit on the bed beside you, playing with his toys, narrating the adventures of his action figures as Aaron stood in the doorway, smiling. At night, when you had woken in a cold sweat, Aaron was there with a washcloth to wipe it away. When the bandages had stuck to your burn wounds and it felt like your skin was being peeled apart, he got your pain medicine and helped change the dressings, holding you until the pain had passed.

You blink as the elevator dings, signaling you’ve reached your destination. You take a deep breath and smooth down the front of your blouse as the door opens wide. Everything looks the same, yet everything feels like it's changed as you approach the desk you occupy perpendicular to Emily’s. A smile crosses your lips as you see the Welcome Bac k card on your desk. Two vases of flowers sit behind the card. One is almost exactly like the one from the hospital so you know it’s from Garcia. The other, a bouquet of purple tulips, has a note attached to it. You open the note and read it.

Glad to have you back. Things haven’t been the same around here without you. -AH

Hotch. You should’ve known. You smile and tuck the note into your purse.

“Hey, hey, look who’s finally decided to get her ass back to work.” Morgan’s charming laugh is followed by Emily chastising him.

“Ignore him,” she says as she places a steaming mug of coffee on your desk.

“You’re a godsend,” you say by way of thanks and take a long drink. Two sugars, no milk, just the way you like. “Wow, Emily, that’s perfect. I needed this.”

“How come you don’t remember how I take my coffee?” Morgan asks pointedly.

She shrugs, “Chicks before dicks, Derek.”

You sputter and choke on your coffee.

“Look,” he says as he pats you on the back. “Her first day back and you’re gonna kill her.”

At that moment JJ passes by with a file in hand. She raises it in the air and gestures to the conference room. “We got a case.” She smiles at you warmly. “It’s good to have you back.”

Together, you, Morgan, and Emily enter the conference room where Reid, Hotch, and Rossi have already gathered. Once you’re all sat, JJ begins presenting the case. You review current victims and why the Sacramento Police Department has invited you onto the case

“Sacramento PD is expecting us this afternoon. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us. Wheels up in thirty, understood?”

A chorus of ‘yes sirs’ echo throughout the room. As the team gathers their belongings and moves to leave, you wait for Hotch to catch your eye. You wink at him before mouthing, “Yes, sir.”

[spencer-charnas-ix]

The Deep Dad Lore - A Criminal Minds, NCIS, and Supernatural Fanfiction

A/N: I had this random idea of having Hotch, Rossi, Gibbs, Vance, and Bobby as old friends, and they're just chilling in Hotch's office drinking and reminiscing about the good old days and just dropping tons of Dad lore whilst their chaotic insane mentally ill children just watch through the cameras that Garcia hacked lol and they're just shocked and invested in the dad lore 🤣

It was a normal day at the BAU. Everyone was working on different case files, talking on phones, and typing on computers, and the bitter scent of coffee filled the air. Meanwhile, SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was in his office with his old friends: SSA David Rossi, who was also his co-worker, NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Director of NCIS Leon Vance, and Bobby Singer; they were all sipping whiskey and chatting about the good old days. What they didn't know was that their chaotic children were watching them through the security camera in Hotch's office. "Okay, I've hacked into the camera. Now let's see what they're up to", Garcia said as everyone watched the live footage.

"Man, do you remember that time we all got really drunk and snuck into that old navy yard and decided to just drunkenly drive tanks around the place?" Gibbs asked with a laugh "Oh god, yes, we were so drunk; I also remember we blasted pop music and just drunkenly started singing?" Rossi chimed in Vance laughed "God we were so stupid back then." "Stupid? We were insane back when we were teenagers," Bobby retorted with a smirk. "True, we were stupid, and I remember the time we made time hooch in college just because we found an old record which played the recipe", Hotch giggled with a smirk. "My god, we caused so much trouble when we returned to the past," Vance said, laughing. "Do you guys remember the time we got really drunk and went back in time to the 1920s and just ended up stealing so much booze from Al Capone?" Bobby laughed "Oh god, yes, and I remember we sped off in one of the old automobiles whilst chugging bottles of booze like it was water", Gibbs snickered with a laugh. Meanwhile, everyone was just shocked. "I-wait, how-" Timothy McGee stammered as the rest of the NCIS team just looked confused and in shock "I honestly have no clue-" Spencer Reid said, looking bewildered. Sam Winchester said, "I remember Bobby mentioning time hooch, but I never knew he did that." Dean Winchester, Sam's brother, nodded. "I agree this is insane, I can't believe they never told us any of this." Castiel, Sam and Dean's angel friend, nodded in agreement whilst looking confused. "I agree but this is interesting" Nick Torres replied, "I cannot believe we didn't know about this" "Oh yeah, this is insane", Derek Morgan agreed, rubbing his head in confusion. "This is some insane dad lore", Ellie Bishop said crossing her arms "Mhm, totally, this is madness," Alex Quinn said as she looked shocked. JJ, Emily, and Garcia agreed. "I swear there's always something about them that we don't know," Emily said "Oh yeah, so true", JJ said Abby Sciuto chimed in, "Oh, I agree this is madness"

Garcia nodded. "And I am definitely sending you this footage; this is too interesting," she said as she started sending the footage to everyone. They all agreed as they were invested in the dad lore from the men in the office.

Meanwhile, the men were laughing their heads off in Hotch's office. "God, those were the good old days", Bobby said, laughing as he sipped his whiskey. "Oh, agreed, we have some insane dad lore", Gibbs agreed, laughing. "Amen to that," Hotch said, laughing as they all clinked their glasses and continued chatting and laughing their heads off as they reminisced about the good old days.

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[sighs and starts a new ao3 work]

Some people grow up to catch them | Aaron Hotchner S1E8

[muutosarchive]

wip secret menu bc i have no chill

 

Liviana Charvanek/Romulan Commander (star trek: the enterprise incident, Star Trek novels)

Number One (The cage and TOS only /hisses at strange new worlds)

Christine Chapel (Star Trek tos based only)

Ar'alani / Ziara (Star Wars / Primarily adapted to fit the Star Trek universe)

Project Alice Abernathy (RE Films)

Sex-Head (rob zombie's 31)

Daycare Attendant / Sun + Moon (fnaf; security breach)

Lolbit (FNAF: Sister Location/UCN/Help Wanted/ adapted for Security Breach)

John Wick (John Wick Franchise)

Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager)

Captain Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek Voyager)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Papa Emeritus III / Terzo Emeritus (The Band Ghost)

Mountain Ghoul (Drummer/Earth ghoul - The Band Ghost)

Zephyr (Chair) Ghoul (The Band Ghost)

Adam Stanheight (Saw Franchise)

Elle Driver (Kill Bill)

Vincent Demarco (Original lore / original character; father of Raegan. bio found on oc page.)

Raegan Demarco (Original lore / original character; daughter of vincent)

Magnus Angst (shapeshifting, fear eating demon oc based on original lore and multiple media sources)

Cirice Iglesia (The Band Ghost based original character, based on the song of the same name)

Ted Theodore Logan (Bill & Ted Franchise)

John Constatine (Constantine 2005)

Captain Jack Sparrow (POTC)

Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel (mixed media based/ mainly nolan verse & TAS, and the Arkham Games)

Tank Girl (Tank Girl film based primarily but heavily heavily comic inspired)

Stuart 2D Pot (Gorillaz, headcanon & lore based, mostly lore compliant)

Freddy Fazbear (classic / withered Freddy, circa FNaF 1/2/UCN & pre-game canon)

James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes (not compliant with earth 616 OR marvel cinematic universe).

Virgo Ghoul (the band ghost oc with fandomless elf verses, as well as a Tolkien Silvan Elf (Mirkwood) verse, and a five nights at freddy's compliant verse. also a human-verse where she's an elementary school teacher. Her name in other verses is still Virgo, tho the surname will change depending on the verse. fc: Beyoncé Knowles Carter)

Fitness Barbie (original character, fc madelaine petsch. based on this barbie doll)

Dr. Krista Dumont (The Punisher, Netflix series)

[firsttraintovictoriaville]

Trick or Treat 2024 Recs

This was my first time participating and I had a blast! So of course, here are ten fanworks from the collection that I loved in no particular order other than my gift being first because it was <33333333333333333333333333333333 and I will never shut up about it.

(i need a man who can) take my hand (Criminal Minds) [Teen, F/M Aaron Hotchner/Megan Kane]

Getting Used To (Yu Yu Hakusho) [Teen, M/M, Hiei/Kuwabara Kazuma]

on and on and on (Die zertanzen Schuhe|The Twelve Dancing Princesses) [Mature, Gen, The Twelve Dancing Princesses)

Shades (Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen) [Gen, Gen, Elizabeth Darcy, Anne Darcy]

[ART] 玉鬼 / jade-eyed monster (Pokémon-Main Video Game Series) [Gen, Gen, Mimikyu & Pikachu]

Baby's First Trick Or Treat (Bigfoot|Sasquatch Lore) [Gen, Gen, Original Non-Human Characters]

Pumpkins and Portals (Howl's Moving Castle) [Gen, F/M, Sophie Hatter/Howl Pendragon]

Spirit of the Fens (Each-Uisge|Kelpie (Scotland Folklore) [Gen, Gen, Kelpie]

Tokyo Treat (Haikyuu) [Teen, M/M, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou]

A Fitting (Barbie (Movie 2023) [Gen, Gen, Margot Robbie's Barbie & Gloria]

[findroleplay]

they/she 20 year old — 🕸️ fandom fandom rp request!! i am currently looking to do an ocxcc roleplay with any of the fandoms that i will list below. i'm also very much open to doing double ups! in fact i would much rather do a double up just to keep things fair. i can also play just about anyone from these fandoms! before i state the fandoms and canon characters i am looking for in these fandoms, here are some ground rules of mine! please be literate to advance literate because i love roleplays with details. be patient with me and i will be patient with you. nfsw will likely be added with the rp so please let me know whether or not you are comfortable with that beforehand! if you aren't someone that likes to talk ooc, send headcanons and images, just someone that isn't boring in general, then i don't think we'll be a good match as i enjoy to fangirl over our ocs and characters moving on to the fandoms and what i am looking for! 🕷️ Criminal Minds - currently on season 5, episode 18 and i'm looking for someone to play Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, or Emily Prentiss for my oc. 🕷️ Spiderverse - i just recently watched Across the Spiderverse so i would love to do something based on that movie or the first one. i'm looking mainly for someone to play Miguel O'Hara or Miles Morales for my oc. 🕷️ One Piece - okokokokok HEAR ME OUT i JUST started the anime and i'm just now finishing the Arlong Park arc and i'm super hyperfixated on this anime, like it's bad. i'm going ballistic over Roronoa Zoro and Sanji 🧎 please patient with me too like ik more than enough lore about One Piece but STILL i would prefer we keep it around where i'm currently at :) 🕷️ Fruits Basket - rewatching it and like One Piece i'm hyperfixated on the anime! i'm really really looking for someone to play Hatori Sohma, Shigure Sohma, or Kazuma Sohma (underrated king😩) i would much rather we move to discord to rp but i don't mind staying here on tumblr as well if that's what you prefer! please patient with me as i'll try to get to everyone as soon as i possibly can :)

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[ecxlipse]

respectfully:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN????

Wdym “not accurate” op?

My posts aren’t accurate but I’m having fun

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

[beware-of-you-98]

OK i’m not so familiar with emily lore as i’m of jj but i’ll try my best!!!!

#1 level. had thought about kissing emily for fun and/or because she’s hot: penelope garcia and fiona duncan.

#2 level. would hook up/tried to hook up/had thought about hooking up with emily (but physical attraction only): alex blake and jordan todd.

#3 level. have had a small or full crush on emily at some point of their life: derek morgan, tara lewis and aaron hotchner.

#4 level. start to fall in love with emily (not enough time): andrew mendoza.

#5 level. actually feel deeply in love with emily (but variations of love, yearning and worshiping levels): jennifer jareau and tsia mosely

ps.: i truly believe spencer, luke, ashley and rossi never thought about her in a romantic or sexual way.

pss.: elle and kate never had met her but if they had it would be level #2 and #1, respectively.

psss.: i’m NOT a hotchniss and i have no doubts that emily never felt anything for him but i think he had a crush on her after getting divorced.

pssss.: andrew was really into her in an almost obsessive way but i think it was a starting hard infatuation that would develop in being actually in love with her (too bad she couldn’t care less about his ass 😭)

hELP

[gen-is-gone]

Gen will you believe I have admired your meta and your Criminal Minds thoughts for a while but just beyond that, you are so so saati shaped just as you are. I love learning about Eighth Doctor Lore (thank you for reminding me of my Paul McGann love), I love that we have same shaped Aaron Hotchner thoughts and YBEB love and just…there’s such a lovely ease. I would absolutely trust you to hide me. Thank you for embracing me and for being you. Also I would love to offer you a hug and to talk fandom 🩷

💕❤️💕❤️💕 <3<3<3<3<3

You're wonderful Lil, I always thought of you as one of the Cool Older KidsTM and I love being friends with you. I'm so, so sorry you're struggling so much right now, and I wish I could do more than offer internet hugs. All I can say is that I hope things will get better and safer soon, for you and for all Jewish people.

[muutoss]

SECRET MENU MUSES:

Liviana Charvanek/Romulan Commander (star trek: the enterprise incident, Star Trek novels)

Number One (The cage and TOS only /hisses at strange new worlds)

Christine Chapel (Star Trek tos based only)

Ar'alani / Ziara (Star Wars / Primarily adapted to fit the Star Trek universe)

Project Alice (RE Films)

Sex-Head (rob zombie's 31)

Daycare Attendant / Sun + Moon (fnaf; security breach)

Lolbit (FNAF: Sister Location/UCN/Help Wanted/ adapted for Security Breach)

John Wick (John Wick Franchise)

Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager)

Captain Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek Voyager)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Papa Emeritus III / Terzo Emeritus (The Band Ghost)

Mountain Ghoul (Drummer/Earth ghoul - The Band Ghost)

Zephyr (Chair) Ghoul (The Band Ghost)

Bruce Wayne / Batman (nolanverse / headcanon based)

Gwen Stacy / Ghost-Spider / Spider-Woman (spiderverse based with headcanon influence and 616 influences)

Adam Stanheight (Saw Franchise)

Elle Driver (Kill Bill)

Vincent Demarco (Original lore / original character; father of Raegan. bio found on oc page.)

Raegan Demarco (Original lore / original character; daughter of vincent)

Magnus Angst (shapeshifting, fear eating demon oc based on original lore and multiple media sources)

Cirice Iglesia (The Band Ghost based original character, based on the song of the same name)

Ted Theodore Logan (Bill & Ted Franchise)

John Constatine (Constantine 2005)

[louisaland]

OK, here is my take on this prompt! In my version of events, Penelope and Hotch go as friends ( who both want more than friendship) to Will and JJ’s wedding, they start dating soon after, are engaged by Season 9 ( a bit after Route 66), get married and discover Penelope is expecting triplets soon after their honeymoon. So they move to a bigger place, get a massive car and are starting to settle in before their 3 kids are born. This was so much fun to write, and I’ve included some lore from the show that I thought made a clever « get me out of here » code… Any ideas for a title gratefully appreciated, as I struggle with those a lot!

« Sorry, Penny, I’m stuck in traffic. There’s been a massive pile-up so I’m going to have to find another way back from the university. Tell Jack I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love all 5 of you » Aaron said to his wife.

« OK, Aaron, drive carefully. Jack, the pickles and I need you back in one piece », Penelope replied, the phone tucked between her head and her shoulder, one hand cradling her ever-growing baby bump.

Being pregnant with triplets was no walk in the park, especially as an unexpected and not exactly planned first pregnancy.

At least she had a really cute outfit for the neighbourhood barbecue in their new residence. Her green dress with the white spots flowed and clung to all the right places, and she’d found cat eye glasses and a pair of ballet flats ( alas, high heels were not going to be an option for the foreseeable future, but having three babies made up for it) in a perfect matching shade of green. A white flowery heabdand and cardigan, plus a pair of diamond and pearl earrings ( a « just because » present from her lovely, handsome husband) completed the look.

Calling out to Jack as she reached the kitchen, she somehow managed to grab hold of the mac and cheese dish that was the Garcia-Hotchner contribution to the social event. Holding the dish proved a little complicated, as her nails had just been done and were longer than she usually opted for. They were painted a pearlescent white with green spots and she loved them.

Jack arrived, wearing his shoes and jacket.

« Where’s Dad? He said he’d be here! It’s not like he’s with the FBI anymore, he’s a professor, so what’s his excuse? » Jack grumbled, clearly upset at missing out on Dad time.

Penelope quickly explained the situation, whoch seemed to mollify the pre-teen.

He grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge, as well as the house keys, and the two left the house. 

Once they arrived at Sarah Jones’ residence, they made their way to the garden, where there was a group of dads milling around the grill, drinking beers and chatting as the women brought out trays of sausages, burgers, kebabs and assorted cuts of chicken for them to cook. 

Penelope dropped off the mac and cheese on the nearby  table, which was heaving with all sorts of salads, rolls, chips, dips and crudites. Jack placed the bottle of Coca-Cola he’d been carrying in the gigantic cooler that was under the table, before running off to play basketball with Sarah’s twin boys, Matt and Luke. 

Penelope looked around, taking in the women around her, who were clustered in little groups of 4 or 5.

Her eyes met Celia’s, who was mother to Charlotte, a girl in Jack’s fifth grade class.

Penelope sighed inwardly as Celia waved at her, gesticulating for her to come and join her coven. 

« Hi Penelope, glad you could make it. I think you’ve met Caro, Jen and Liz, right? », Celia asked, sipping some sort of fancy, fruity  alcoholic beverage whilst simultaneously smoothing her already perfectly coiffed dark bob. 

« Yes, how lovely to see you all again », Penelope lied, as she had no interest in joining their mindless chitchat about shopping, having lunch out, shopping, gossiping about other moms and their perceived failings, or whose husband they were sleeping with and shopping. She was sure she had been or still was their preferred topic of discussion, as none of them seemed to believe that she was actually married to her tall drink of water of a husband.

She participated in the conversation about the PTA, the upcoming school trip, how the lunch menu needs to be improved. She twisted her wedding and engagement rings, the diamonds, opals and pearls glinting as they caught the light. 

Where on earth was Hotch? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by an exuberant « Hi Dad! » from the other side of the yard. She watched Jack run to his father, who hugged him and smiled broadly at his son. 

He ruffled Jack’s hair as she called out to him. 

« Hi honey, over here! »

« Sorry for the delay, sweetheart, the alternate route home took forever! » he replied, before sliding his arms around her, dipping her and giving her a kiss worthy of a Hollywood movie. 

« Hello ladies, thank you for keeping my wife company. Now, Penelope, let’s see if we can get you a non alcoholic version of whatever your friends are drinking » Hotch declared, his hand on Penelope’s back, before guiding her away.

The two of them ended up sitting on a bench, virgin mojito and beer in hand, watching Jack play with his friends. Aaron’s free hand was either holding his wife’s or was gently resting on her prominent belly, which he kissed tenderly.

The abandoned clique of mothers, plus anyone else in the vicinity could not help but admire the blissfully happy couple, who seemed to be in their own little bubble of not so newlywed joy. 

I'm once again thinking about Gotch moving to a new neighborhood and there's a neighbors party and Penelope arrives before Aaron can get out of work so she's out there making instant-friends with everyone she meets and it's loud and funny and her hair is pink this month and she's wearing a new white and green polka dot dress with nails that look like you can't do anything with your hands wearing those but she manages and when Aaron gets there he just sees her surrounded by everyone and the people he's met in passing over the couple of weeks since they've moved there look at him and then her and go "Oh? Oh! Oh wow." because they are so different no one expects they'd be together, but they really are, and Aaron calms Penelope without silencing her and Penelope brightens the light in his eyes without pushing him too far out of his comfort zone and by the time he's got an arm around her waist and hers is looped around his neck playing with the hair at his nape, they look like they belong with each other so completely that the neighbors just, hearteyes at them.