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[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit || Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU Agent!Reader

Status: In Progress!

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Gambit noun. an act or remark that is calculated to gain an advantage, especially at the outset of a situation.

Summary: Ten years after you first met Aaron Hotchner, you're placed on his team at the BAU. Ten years apart isn't nearly long enough to cool the hatred that began when you first met. In fact, it seems to have only gotten worse -- and the feeling is mutual.

General themes/warnings: enemies to lovers (these two HATE each other y'all), typical level of violence and cases for the show, depictions of panic attacks, eventual smut, chapter specific warnings will be given as well of course!

As always, ** indicates smut! Strikethrough means it's written, but not posted yet!

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To be continued!

Last updated: first chapter coming soon!

[mrmanbat]

I just finished rereading the Red Robin comics so here ya go:

Tim def grew up as a DARE kid and by 15 he was a lying hypocrite.

Bro would preach those ideologies in the suit and in front of adults but he got his first vape by middle school.

[alohawhore]

Fics I got percolating (as a preview for those maybe interested but mostly for my own sorting of thoughts)

Actively in progress:

the feel of coolness only water brings - MASH; traphawk; angsty magical realism fic involving selkie lore, finding closure, and lots of weather symbolism

soldier, poet, king (working title) - MASH; houlipiercintyre; canon-divergent high fantasy fic heavily inspired by the chronicles of narnia/dungeons & dragons/etc

how to trap a hawk (working title) - MASH; traphawk; angsty post-canon reconciliation fic with wintertime in crabapple cove, lots of rumination, and what it means to be mentally ill in mid-century America

Ideas that need to be put to paper:

A What Dreams May Come/orpheus tale inspired fic where Hawkeye is Eurydice and both BJ and Trapper are Orpheus

Sci-fi MASH AU where it’s kinda the same but in SPACE

Horror MASH fic of some kind - leaning toward a Malevolent-esque fic where Hawkeye becomes possessed by an entity that steals his sight and good hand, but he keeps the rest of his faculties and no one is (hopefully) the wiser

Time-travel!MASH mostly so I can explore their reaction to the fact the entire exercise in Korea really was pointless and nothing they did resulted in any lasting peace. But also need to see them interact with the Internet. So.

And in the same vein of self-indulgence: a Star Wars/MASH crossover of some kind

[diazsdimples]

Buck owes Karen and Hen a fruit basket or something. No. A fancy dinner reservation or a spa day. Hell a spa weekend. Anyway the point is they saved his ass in a major way. He’s been looking *everywhere* with Liam trying to find a few things to make Liam’s “room” (if you can call a cleared out space in Buck’s living room a bedroom… whatever, he’s working on it ok?) somewhat homey.

Pottery Barn Kids, Target, department stores. Everywhere they’ve been has been one disappointment after another. Liam hates all of it. Forest friends? Too babyish. Trucks? Not even an interested glance. Race cars? Liam buried his face in his blanket he refuses to let go of and made the most pitiful sound Buck thinks he’s ever heard.

He snaps a pic and sends it to the 118 group chat.

Guys what am I gonna do?

While Everyone tells him not to panic and that Liam needs more time, it’s Karen’s response that gets his attention.

She sends an address for a kids furniture store on the outskirts of town. I recognize that blanket. Denny had one just like it forever ago.

Buck carefully gathers and bundles his sad little ward into the jeep. And they drive. He prays to anyone who’s listening before they step in the shop. Liam’s eyes light up as he takes off towards a display of stuffies. Buck chases after him and sees what they are up close.

“The Wild Things,” he murmurs.

He shoots off another text. This time with a covert photo of Liam staring reverently.

Thank me later. Go be with your boy 💙

Hippo, how dare you use Liam's love of Where the Wild Things Are against me 😭 I am a little puddle of soft and gooey.

Liam picks out a stuffy of his most favourite Wild Thing and turns to Buck with shining eyes, and asks so so quietly "can I have him, please?"

Buck ruffles Liam's hair, saying "of course you can, kid," before plucking another one out and handing him to Liam. "But I think he needs a friend. This one is my favourite."

Liam just stands there, a stuffy under each arm, a look of awe on his face, before asking Buck, "I can have two?" So quietly that Buck can hardly hear him. And Buck's heart just melts, because that's when he realises that Christ, he'd move heaven and earth to make this kid - his son - happy.

They pick out a few more things for Liam's room - a lampshade and a duvet/comforter set - and ask Liam happily walks to the till, his eyes shining with delight and a renewed spring in his step, Buck takes a photo and sends it off to Eddie with the caption "it's official, I have the cutest kid ever."

He receives a photo while they're driving home, of Chris and Eddie both pouting hard at the camera, with a text following announcing that they're going to come over and help Liam set up his new space. And maybe play video games, if Buck will be a "super cool and nice dad that loves his son and lets him do fun things" (according to Chris). Liam keeps his favourite Wild Thing tucked under his arm at all times, but Buck notices that he's more relaxed now, and seems more excited to make his space his own.

And if Buck goes and has a little cry in his bathroom after Liam wraps his arms around his leg and whispers "Thank you, Buck," then that's between him and his bathroom mirror.

[stupendousfoxthing]

Are... Are they catching up????

So Jungkook finally resurfaces after a year and we've got him at his new house in his new karaoke room chilling with Rainbow Hello Kitty, talking about having Hyoshin's number and now dancing with Bada Lee. Life is FUNNY.

[aftermiiidniiight]

She really didn't get it. Everyone said that opposites attracted, but Cora could not quite comprehend how she - a ball of pure energy and sunshine and nerves - could tug such a stoic man into her orbit. Furthermore, she didn't get why someone who seemed to need control was so patient with her. That certainly wasn't easy work, she was self aware enough to know that. 

She really didn't get it, but as Declan touched her, kissed her, calmed her, Cora decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. There was something about him, something she very briefly considered as her fingers on his chest traced lightly against the fabric of his suit. She'd never been interested in taking commands, not seriously, until she'd met him. There was something so compelling about him. Something about the way he carried himself, and the way he made her feel when she was around him. 

Delicate fingers gripped her champagne flute too roughly, Cora's gut coiling with desire as he spoke, his words leaving her feeling like they were the only two in the room. His words, his lips on her ear, made her shiver, and that ache between her thighs sounded off again, making her bite at the inside of her lip, trying to hold back a pitiful little whimper. For just a second the wondered if she'd gotten herself into trouble, but in the next second she was grinning at him. "Only you." She repeated it, like an oath, raising her glass to him slightly before taking just one sip. 

Just one more moment, that's what she allowed herself, taking a deep breath in. Then she was standing at her full five-foot-two-inches (five-foot-six technically, with the heels), squaring her shoulders, and putting on that classic Cora Warren smile, charm seemingly rolling off of her. "C'mon, Darlin'." If she only got to use pet names in public, she was going to take advantage, and she'd be the first to admit that. This time as they moved through the room, she was the version of her that he was probably used to, stopping now and then to say hi to this or that person, making sure to pass on any compliment that came to her mind. 

It was a few minutes of that, before she saw him. Jackson Wild. The man of the night. In her head this interaction went one way - they approached, she introduced, Declan intimidated, Jackson caught a hint for the first time in his life, and the evening was a success. What actually happened was vastly different, Jackson catching sign of her almost instantaneously. It was clear in his movements that he was already drunk, if not something worse than that. 

"Hey Red!" His voice boomed, and Cora cringed at the least original nickname that almost everyone had ever called her. He was a big guy, especially compared to her, with the body of a Hemsworth. Bounding toward them, it was like he didn't even take notice of her date, him nearly dumping her glass all over her as he wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her up before popping her back on her feet. 

She hated every moment of that, hated the feeling of his arms around her, his hands suspiciously low on her back as he put her back down. "Hi Jackson." Her tone was unamused, a brow raised, stepping back from him, putting herself squarely beside Declan, instinctively reaching for his hand. "Darlin'," Her gaze was directed toward him, of course it was, a sweet smile on her lips. "This is Jackson, my boss." 

Declan positioned himself squarely in the way of most curious eyes as Cora exited the car, shielding her as much as possible as she made tiny corrections to her attire. He remained quietly focused, inexpressive if not for the way his eyes scoured their surroundings attentively, her nerves tickling his consciousness even as she thanked Tim and the driver inclined his head in appreciation with a smile in return.

As soon as Cora left the makeshift safety of his shadow, there was a shift of her energy once again. He felt it as clearly as if it had knocked him upside the head, but he did not put up a fight when she all but became a whirlwind of red hair and fluttering velvet, dragging him along. He had yet to set up the parameters of their new relationship, and the difficulty of the situation considered, he decided to allow for some leeway.

And as such, when she finally stopped at the table, all he did was wait, using his free hand to adjust his tie. Back straight, he let his gaze scour the room, only a tiny curve at his lips, a subtle smile, to make him seem vaguely intimating as opposed to downright threatening. Then she spoke, and his eyes shifted back to her, still quiet for a bit, observing her mannerisms carefully.

Declan let out a low hum of agreement, just a sound to let her know that he was listening, really, but she was so much in her own little world of anxiety right now, he didn't say anything else. If she needed him to be a shadow right now, he could do that. But then she stopped herself, and Declan arched a brow slightly, mild smile appearing on the hard set of his lips. Without a word, he lifted their joined hands and placed a kiss on her knuckle, eyes still on hers, before lowering their hands slightly once more.

"I think, for the moment at least, my needs are secondary." His free hand cupped her face gently and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead this time. "You, however, need to calm down, love." He drew back slightly, and caught a glass of champagne from a passing server. He held it out to her, and as she took it, he leaned in a little closer yet, hand now settling on the side of her neck, his fingertips teasing her hairline as he spoke, voice low and controlled. "I want you to focus on me, angel, and the many, many things I might do to you once I have you alone tonight, at my mercy. You're mine now."

He paused, lips teasing the spine of her ear. "So when my fingers touch you tonight, I want to remember they will be the only ones to touch you. I want you to imagine everything you know they're capable of doing to you. How they make you moan, and whimper and whine for me - only me." He pressed a slow kiss to her cheek and drew back enough to look into her eyes. "Now, go ahead and take a sip of your champagne, my angel. Then take me to meet your boss."

[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[turtleofthehollow]

I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

[olrinarts]

1/?

FINALLY, AFTER WRESTLING WITH THIS FOR AGES

have the first 5 pages of 'Fittings', which is a... 'short' comic that won't leave my brain

i have a lot of headcanons about the significance of fibrecraft and clothing and such for sheep, considering the whole wool thing, and while i'm working on other projects that go more in depth with that, this is just a fun little thing i wanted to do

i cannot emphasise how much it pained me to draw ill-fitting clothing though 😭

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

She started it. He almost laughed at Ash's words. John-Paul had used that excuse a hundred times throughout his life - damn every fight always someone else's fault even when it wasn't. But he had been a kid not a grown man. Sada and Ash made him understand what Jeremiah had felt like whenever he was called upon by school officials. He would definitely need to apologize. Later of course. After he asked Sada for clarification over Ash's allegations that she'd said something untoward that involved him. The implications had been crystal clear even in his drunken state. Whether or not he actually remember to speak with both his brother and Sada was unclear, but for now he added it to his checklist.

John-Paul only felt brave enough to glance back at Sada and scoff thanks to Jameson as Ash answered him. Even Sada knew?! Although now full of fire, his gaze lazily found Ash again. It had to be true. Charlie had kept secrets from him and Jer. Of course, they'd done their share of omitting things from her. But that had been for her safety. It wasn't the same thing. Not really. Well, maybe a little bit, but that was beside the point. Charlie had lied to them. Charlie. She wasn't a liar. Especially not to her brothers. But she'd played their own tactics against them. JP felt like he had fallen into some alternate universe.

He shook off Ash's very logical and accpetable answer as to why he hadn't told JP and had to force himself to ignore the need to find out why Sada hadn't to keep himself as composed as possible. But he was seething. He glanced down at the drink in his hand and swirled the dark liquid around before taking the final drink of it. He sucked the remaining liqour from his bottom lip, biting back his hurt. It was only a few steps to get behind the bar with Ash, but it felt like it had taken an eternity.

"Charlie's choice, huh?" he asked rhetorically as he poured a flute of champagne. He pursed his lips and nodded with a sigh, choking back an angry laugh trying to escape. "Well, then I guess it's a good thing she has no idea that you two have mutually outed her," he added finally letting his sight find Ash again, the implications he'd allied with Sada meant to sting. "So I'll just go and ask her myself. Give her the opportunity to let me in on her secret," he finished, letting it sink in a moment before taking off back to Charlie in the Atrium.

@ashton-ryder

John-Paul had been busy playing photographer for Mal and Charlie out in the atrium when the sound of fists against the bar, along with Ashton's uncharacteristically raised voice, rang out. He may have been well past tipsy, but when he saw it was Sada he'd been yelling at his heart dropped. The camera barely made it into Mal's hands as he handed it off, heading to The W to run interference.

"Hey. Ash, man. Come on. Calm down," he told him, holding his hands up to Ash - Sada safely behind his back.

John-Paul swayed gently as he glanced between them. He'd never been privy to the entire story, but he was just as aware as anyone else that these two never got along - the tension between them constantly on the edge of boiling over. But tonight was not the night for that. Tonight was supposed to be fun and carefree and normal. An escape. He was meant to be enjoying himself. Not trying to keep his surrogate mother out of harm's way from one of his best friends.

"What the fuck? Can we not tonight? Please?" he asked boldly with obvious irritation at the both of them. He was too drunk for this bullshit. But when Sada went on and explained herself, confusion immediately furrowed his brow and anger began to taint his gaze. Had he heard right?

"Charlie's...pregnant?" he asked Sada without taking his eyes off of Ash.

Hurt flashed through his features. The fact that Charlie told him before her real brothers stalled his heart - regardless of the evident beef he had with the child's father, he believed Jeremiah would have said something by now. Making it obvious to him that neither of the Rose boys knew they were going to be uncles.

"Is that true?" he asked Ash, his jaw clenching in a barely controlled effort to bite back his quickly rising anger.

@ashton-ryder

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[deep-space-lines]

P A I N T T H E W O R L D R E D

sketch im not sure if i’ll finish. im unwell about this game

[bet-on-me-13]

Cass has a Nemesis

So! Cass has a Nemesis.

An Enemy that has taken all her skill and grace to defeat in the past, undefeatable by any of her peers, someone only she can defeat-

-In Ballet.

Cass has a Nemesis, named Danny Fenton. He is in a rival Ballet School, and she has only barely managed to defeat him in the past. She is awed at times by his grace and skill at the art, it is almost as if he can defy gravity itself, while looking entirely natural.

He is as good as her, and she has literally been trained as an Assasin since she was born.

In every Ballet Competition she has been in, it always comes down to the two of them. And she will not waver for even a second.

Aka

Danny and Cass are in rival Ballet school and are the aces of both teams. Danny is so good because he has the natural balancing instincts of a Ghost, and can apply that very easily to Ballet.

Eventually Danny/Cass cause that's my favorite Dpxdc ship

[a-cat-in-toffee]

HDHSHAH THATS A GOOD QUESTION. I HAVE FINALS I SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT.

Turning this into a ask but wisperer only doesn't put it out cause he's mostly in shock that smokescreen would actually ask that (didn't expect it, used to wight asking though)

HSHSHHA smokescreen is SO funny to me because he tries SO desperately to come off as normal and well adjusted and he is ANYTHING but that HHDHSJA

[brucewaynehater101]

Android Tim Drake AU:

Drake Industries announced they had successfully created realistic-looking androids that passed the Turing Test (and harder versions of it). They were planning to release commercial models to the public within twenty years.

To go a step farther, the Drakes wanted to ensure no one was skeptical of the androids' abilities to pass as human. Thus, Janet and Jack Drake had a healthy "human" baby by the name of Timothy Jackson Drake. The only individuals aware of this are Tim, Janet, Jack, and a small handful of engineers bound with a fuck ton of NDAs. They planned to tell the public when Tim was eighteen.

While Janet and Jack Drake are aware of Tim's ability to mimic emotions, they do not believe him to be capable of actually feeling them. This leads to Tim's childhood being lonely and neglectful. He is a robot.

At first, Tim is incapable of consuming human foods or using his touch sense. They fix his touch sense by the time he is four (and thus Dick is his first hug), and the food by the time he is six. He is constantly undergoing repairs to allow him to mimic the growth pattern of a child. It's when he is nine that he finally gets pain sensors to discourage and alert him to damage.

Tim is, for all intents and purposes, legally a human. When Janet dies and Jack gets into a coma, Tim stops receiving "growth spurts." He remains the same size even after Jack wakes up from his coma.

When Tim becomes Robin, he does not disclose his status with Bruce, Dick, or anyone else. Given that his parents treat him like an object, a machine, and incapable of feelings, Tim doesn't want to be subjected to that by his heroes either.

Instead, he gaslights the hell out of the Bats, villains, and other heroes whenever he gets hit.

["Tim! You got flung into a building. You are getting a medical exam."

Tim narrows his eyes as his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Bruce.... what are you talking about?"

"I saw you get thrown into a building. You're not getting out of this."

Tim glances to the side and then back to his mentor. He carefully places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "B... Maybe we should have Alfred check you over."

Bruce blinks in shock as his brows furrow. "What?"

Tim purses his lips and shakes his head in pity. "It's okay, B. We'll figure it out. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."

Bruce is so confused and concerned he doesn't ask Tim to get a medical check and agrees to be checked over instead.]

Tim becomes an expert at repairing himself because he can't explain to the engineers (most of who were let go after Janet died) how he got damaged. He spends a lot of nights alone in his room turning off his pain sensors (which isn't an automatic process and is difficult to reach)in order to fix the mangled hand, the gaping gash, the crooked foot, etc.

Kon, and conversely YJ, are the first to find out about his status (darn x-ray vision and super hearing). This encourages Tim to create artificial sounds within himself to fool Superman when they first meet. This also forces Tim to wear a long-sleeved uniform and a hood to hide from x-ray vision.

Tim finds comradery with Red Tornado.

When Jack wakes up from his coma, he originally treats Tim as he did before: an object. Dana, though, changes this. Jack can't explain why he treats his "son" that way and slowly morphs into becoming a good father.

It starts as only occurring when Dana is in the room and ends with a very bitter and antagonistic Jack when she leaves. He is initially disturbed by how much Tim is "faking" emotions, particularly because Tim learned to conceal his emotions from his parents as a coping mechanism (not that Jack knows this).

As they start spending more and more time together, Jack begins accepting the idea that Tim is capable of emotions. He starts caring and loving the kid as his own.

Because of this, Jack becomes fearful for Tim. When he learns that Tim is Robin, he is both jealous of Bruce's relationship with Tim and absolutely terrified for his son (what happens if people find out that Tim is an android? How would they treat him? Tim told Jack the Waynes don't know about his status. What if Tim gets injured too badly during a mission and they find out?)

This is why Jack initially forbids Tim from being Robin. There is way too much at stake for Tim if he continues (even though, theoretically, Tim can't die. Jack can keep saves of Tim and import him into a new body if necessary. They both don't want to do this, however, because Tim's body is his. It would feel weird and wrong to put him in another one).

While Tim is prohibited from being Robin, Jack bankrupts his company in the process of getting Tim rights. He bribes the hell out of judges, law makers, etc. to subtly put I'm rights for androids. He wants Tim to have full access to his inheritance, to freedom, and to everything humans can do. He doesn't want Tim to be without it.

Tim doesn't understand why Drake Industries is going under and is pissed at Jack for preventing him from being Robin. Robin is everything to Tim. It allows him to be treated as human. It connects him to so many people.

It's only afterwards, when Tim is finally allowed to be Robin again (and Jack has ensured he did everything he could for now for Tim's rights), that Tim fully understands how much Jack loves and cares for him.

Then Jack dies.

Tim is able to hide the fact that he's an android up until a Red Helmet asshole breaks into the Tower. While YJ whisk him away before the Bats can find out, Jason knows. Jason found out.