#fic: 1251

[augustjoy]

And I’ll do it again.

Based on the following ask: Please may I request a Hotch x female reader established relationship fic where reader has a daughter that goes to school with Jack (a few grades above him) and reader and hotch get called in to the principal's office because the daughter hit some kids who were bullying Jack about Haley's passing.

Reader's daughter is sitting there all like "and I'll do it again if anyone messes with my brother" and how the family unit reacts to the situation? – UGH I love this! Reader’s daughter shall be called Emmy also Bolded text is the reader and italics are Hotch – just on phone calls.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Angst (tiny bit)/Fluff

Word count: 1251

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, some explicit language, no use of y/n, reader has some sort of office job…but no description given, Fem reader, reader has no physical description, canon typical violence, mention of Jack, reader has a daughter named Emmy who is 12, Jack is 9, blended family, reader and Hotch live together but are not yet married, mention of bullying, mention of a punch to the face, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Hello?”

“This is she.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“And you’re saying it was Emmy? Are you sure?”

“This has to be some sort of mix up. Emmy has never been in trouble.”

“I’ll be right there.”

--

“Everything okay?” Sarah, your coworker asked.

“No. Apparently Emmy punched a boy at her school. They need me to come down there, they’re threatening to suspend her.” You scoffed.

“Oh shit. Emmy? There’s no way she’d just punch someone for no reason. It has to be a misunderstanding.” Sarah agreed.

“Exactly. I’ll text you and let you know if I’ll be back in today. My assumption is no, but we’ll see.” With that you grabbed your bag and coat and made your way to the parking garage.

--

Your phone rang the moment you started your car.

Hello?

Hey sweetheart, I just got a call from the kids school, I’m on my way there now.

Wait, they called you about Emmy too?

Emmy? No, they called me about Jack…I guess some boys were picking on him. What happened with Emmy?

The school called and said she punched some boy. I think I might know the reason now.

--

Aaron and you arrived at nearly the same time, sharing an exasperated chuckle at how ridiculous this all seemed. Jack and Emmy were both good kids, neither had ever been in any trouble at school before.

Aaron took your hand as you headed up the front steps and into the school’s office. He gave your hand a squeeze of reassurance as you told the receptionist why you were there.

“The principal will be with you in just a moment.”

The two of you stood off to the side waiting to be called back. Aaron was whispering encouraging words to you, noticing the stress taking over your form.

“YOU!” A man shouted as he walked into the school. “Your daughter is the one who assaulted my son!”

“Excuse me?” You gasped.

Aaron moved to step in front of you, fully ready to protect you from the wrath of this man. But you placed your arm out to block him. You had this under control and didn’t need him to save you…not yet anyway.

“Why don’t you calm yourself down until we hear the full story. And I don’t appreciate you loosely throwing around accusations of assault. You’re a lawyer aren’t you…Sean’s dad, if I’m not mistaken.” You looked to Aaron for confirmation. “I thought I recognized you from soccer. You’re the pompous jerk who takes all his phone calls on speaker and disrupts the entire game. I digress, I would think a lawyer would be familiar with the notion “innocent until proven guilty”.” You smirked.

Aaron choked on a laugh, he was constantly in awe of you and how your fearlessly fought for the ones you loved. He figured if Emmy truly had hit someone it was to stick up for someone. Like mother, like daughter.

“The principal will see you now.”

--

“Okay, so I’ve taken statements from nearly a dozen students, and it is very clear to me what has happened here today.” The principal began. “I think it would be best if your children all shared what happened.”

“That girl punched me in the face!” Sean cried, adjusting the icepack he was clutching to his face.

“And I’ll do it again if you or anyone else messes with my little brother.” Emmy sneered.

“Emmy! We don’t resort to violence.” You scolded.

“Mom, this kid and all his little friends were picking on Jack. If the teacher’s weren’t going to help, then I was.” Emmy tried to justify.

“Is that true Jack, was Sean picking on you?” Aaron questioned.

Jack nodded shyly.

“What happened bud?” Aaron pressed.

Jack shook his head, clearly distressed about the situation.

“They were saying that you aren’t his real mom. They were laughing at him and telling him that you weren’t his mom, you’re his “fake mom” because his real mom is dead!” Emmy exclaimed. “Jack was asking them to leave him alone and the cornered him. That’s when I went over.”

“Jack, honey, is that what happened?” You asked gently.

“Yeah. And when Emmy came to help they said she was my fake sister. I told them that wasn’t true and then Sean said that you and Emmy wouldn’t stick around long…and then I’d be without a mom again.” Jack cried.

“That’s when I punched him.” Emmy admitted.

“Sean! Do you have anything to say for yourself?” His dad questioned.

Sean turned his gaze to the floor and shook his head. Knowing he was caught and surely in trouble. His dad met your gaze and gave you an apologetic nod.

“The other students reported something similar. So, I’d like to discuss punishment. We have zero tolerance for bullying on this campus, especially violence.” The principal stated.

“I understand that Emmy shouldn’t have lashed out however, she was sticking up for her little brother. I don’t think that it is fair that she be suspended. It’ll set a precedent for other kids that there are consequences for sticking up to bullies.” You argued.

“I understand that, but if she receives no punishment, then it gives off the idea that kids can go around punching others and not receive punishment for it.” She retorted.

--

The conversation went back and forth for quite a while trying to agree on the best solution. Ultimately it was agreed that Emmy and Sean would leave for the remainder of the day. Emmy would have three days of detention, while Sean had a three-day suspension and subsequent meetings with the school counselor to work through whatever it was he was going through.

--

“We will see you guys at home.” You called over to Aaron.

“Drive safe baby, I love you!” Aaron replied.

“I love you more!”

Emmy and you drove in your car so you could talk to her, while also giving Aaron the chance to talk to Jack privately about the loss of his mother.

--

“Are you mad?” Emmy whispered.

“Mad? I mean, you know better than to hit people Em.” You glanced over at her.

“I know mom, but you should have seen it. Jack was backed into a corner crying while that jerk talked about his dead mom like it was nothing. Ugh, it just made me so mad!” Emmy raged.

“I know honey. Next time, hands to yourself…got it?” You confirmed.

“Got it. Sorry mom.”

The two of you drove in silence, Emmy resting her head on the window as you mentally processed what had all just happened. You couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed within you at the fact that Emmy had called Jack her little brother, and she stood up for him at school. It gave you a little more confidence in the fact that, if you and Aaron did get married, the kids would be okay.

“And I’ll do it again” You muttered, huffing out a laugh, “that’s pretty badass.”

Emmy looked over at you and smiled, the both of you falling into a fit of laughter as you pulled into the driveway beside Aaron’s car.

“What’s so funny?” Aaron inquired, as Emmy dragged Jack into the house with the promise of ice cream.

“Nothing. I’m just really happy that they see each other as brother and sister.” You beamed, leaning up to kiss Aaron.

“Does this mean you’re ready to talk to them about us getting married?” He pressed.

“Yeah, I think it’s time.”

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[jekkiefan]

Grillster Valentine's Day fic!

Title: I'll hold your hand through it

Rating: General

Word Count: 1251

Summary:

Grillby let out a sigh. Gaster had invited him, and Grillby knew just how much the skeleton disliked the royal galas. He would always get all tongue-tied around those rich patrons. The poor guy was just as scared as he was. Grillby straightened his back, Well, we can’t both be scared. He built up his resolve and grabbed his nicest dress shoes. In which Grillby and Gaster go to a gala

Ao3 Link Here

[mobiusismycomfortcharacter]

2024 Writing Round Up

I wrote a surprising amount this year considering I constantly thought I wasn't writing anything

January

The Zemo Factor (3300 words) - Zemo/Mobius, Loki/Mobius,

This Is What Makes Life Divine Chapter 1 (1951 words) - Zemo/Mobius, Loki/Mobius

February

But If You Close Your Eyes (1859 words) - Zemo/Mobius, Loki/Mobius (are we sensing a theme?)

March

It's Like In The Great Stories (2728 words) - Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker & Sam Wilson watch Lord of the Rings (most read and most kudos)

April

The Bet (3444 words) - Zemo/Mobius, Loki/Mobius

June

We've Got a Love That is Hopeless (1251 words) - Loki/Mobius

This Is What Makes Life Divine Chapter 2 (4349 words)

August

If Your Heart Wears Thin (23006 words) - Loki/Mobius (most comment threads)

November

This Is What Makes Life Divine Chapter 3 (4177 words) and 4 (2317 words)

December

Those Hands (581 words) - Loki/Fandral

Total: 48963 words, 8 fics

Thanks to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for the tag. I'm going to tag @thosegayoldmen @megglesthegeek @distracteddream @ghoulehhh

I'm also gonna leave it open to anyone else

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Watching Over You

A/N: I couldn't sleep last night (still haven't slept- it's almost 9am now) and was playing BG3 on my resist!urge playthrough and she had dialogue with Jaheira that inspired this quick fic. I like Jaheira a lot; she doesn't mind if Tav/Durge playfully messes with her, and I like her tough-love, no nonsense personality. This is my first time writing for her though, so I hope I captured her character well enough. There are spoilers for Jaheira/Dark Urge; please don't read if you don't want to encounter spoilers!

WC: 1251.

Paring: Jaheira x Dark Urge (Platonic).

Read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63331936

Jaheira watches over The Dark Urge as they sleep. It’s not a restful night, but she intends to keep those under her charge safe. 

Jaheira had always been a light sleeper, even in her youth. 

Nowadays, with cultists, mind flayers, and elder brains, she hardly slept at all.

Whenever she was particularly restless, she kept herself busy. Put the hands to work, and the mind calms down. She’d tend her plants, feed the harmless nocturnal creature she’d come across, or make nightly rounds throughout the camp. Tonight, she went with the third option. 

There was something about seeing her companions resting peacefully that made her old heart stir. Maybe it reminded her of raising her children, although her time with them was brief. Her steps were light as she walked past tents unnoticed. Gale fell asleep with a book in his lap, Scratch slept beside Shadowheart, and Karlach snored with Clive tucked under her arm. Jaheira chuckled; fearless, powerful warriors by day were blissfully ordinary at night. When the battle was done, and if her old bones hadn’t given out, she wanted her and her Harpers to help Baldurians go back to ordinary. 

When she approached Durge’s tent, though, she could sense that something was off. 

There was a good deal of movement coming from behind the tent. Jaheira took her swords off of her holsters and slowed her step. Knowing what their leader was, and knowing what they were prone to do, she wasn’t taking any chances. She pushed the tent open with her sword, waited, and then slowly walked inside. She half expected to have a blade at her throat, or something hurled in her direction. 

Instead, Durge tossed and turned on their bedroll, face contorted in discomfort. They were sweating even under the night’s chill. Jaheira let out a breath and stepped further into the tent. 

This was not her first encounter with a Bhaalspawn. This was just the first one that she didn’t flay on sight. The first one that she called an ally.

The Harper knelt down beside Durge, still holding her swords in hand. Even as her ally, she couldn’t drop her guard around them. Durge whimpered in their sleep, turning on their side, hands and arms twitching. They grasped for something that wasn’t there. Jaheira’s sharp gaze stayed on them until it was evident that they weren’t coming out of their dream. She extended her leg out and nudged Durge’s foot. 

“Rise, cub. Come back to the world of the living.”

Durge didn’t respond. She tightened her grip on her swords before nudging them again, this time a bit harder. It took a few more nudges, but suddenly, Durge sat up with a start. They curled in on themselves, panting, feeling dizzy from how fast they sat up. They flinched again when they realized that Jaheira was across from them, swords still in hand. 

“Dark dreams?”

It was less than a question and more of a matter-of-fact statement. Durge wordlessly nodded. They wiped the sweat off their forehead and rubbed their temples.

“They never end,” Durge mumbled. “If it’s not one night, it’s another. Nightmare after nightmare…”

“They will pass in time,” Jaheira answered. “Though I am not here to provide you warm milk to lull you back to sleep. I suspect you had visions of blood on your hands. The blood in your veins, perhaps.”

Again, Durge gave a wordless nod. 

Jaheira lowered her swords, but didn’t put them away. “For all the gifts Bhaal’s children inherit, a peaceful night’s sleep is not one of them.”

 Durge looked to her swords, and then up to her.  “I didn’t ask for this, you know,“ they frowned. “To be a monster. I swear ever since I told you and the others I was a Bhaalspawn, I’ve seen more weapons at camp than food.” 

“Yes, that is your father’s true legacy,” Jaheira decided to put her swords away in the holsters, hands resting on the hilts. “The fear that his children plant in us. I understand that you wish to walk your own unbloodied path, but until you face Orin and break the ties that bond you, you will inspire fear in others.”

“And yet you’re here?” Their brow furrowed in confusion. “You don’t seem afraid of me, Jaheira.”

“I would be a fool not to be. I have put down many a Bhaalspawn in my day, though, and you are not armed.” Jaheira sounded her normal, aloof self until she whispered, “I also see the person beneath all of that darkness. What you are does not define you, so long as you keep making choices that don’t get anyone killed.”

“I will,” they assured. “I won’t hurt anyone unless they try to hurt us first. I can promise you that.”

“Good. That’s all I can ask of you,” Jaheira hummed, satisfied. “Now, get some rest, cub. I will watch over you this night.”

Durge exhaled. “Thank you, Jaheira.”

They laid back on their bedroll, hands resting over their chest. Jaheira sat in the corner of their tent. For a while, there was comfortable silence, until Durge started to fidget again. No matter which way they turned, they couldn’t get comfortable, and their mind was too loud to let them drift off to sleep. So, sitting up, they scooted over to their pack and fished out a comb. Jaheira arched her brow. 

“Surely you aren’t preening on my account?”

Durge let out an amused huff, shaking their head. “I can’t sleep. Sometimes combing my hair helps.”

“Ah.”

Durge fiddled with the comb in their hand. “Since you’re here—”

“Oh no,” Jaheira interrupted. “I am not your doting nursemaid. A grown warrior should be able to comb their own hair.”

“Please, Jaheira.” Durge slowly approached her. Even under the light of the campfire, they looked tired. “I wouldn’t ask you in ordinary circumstances, but it would really help me.”

Jaheira pinched her eyes closed with a deep sigh. Durge stood a few paces away. “Tch. Alright, alright. Sit down before I change my mind.”

They plopped down in front of her and handed her the comb. They gave her a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you. Good to know you still have a heart in your old bones.” 

“Hah,” Jaheira smirked. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll take this comb to your skull instead.”

Durge snickered, then winced a bit as she started combing their hair. Between wearing helmets and tossing and turning through the night, their hair was tangled. Jaheira felt them tense up and put a hand on the back of their head. 

“Hold still,” She muttered while working through a particularly stubborn knot. “There are more knots here than an owlbear has feathers.”

It took a few strokes, but she got the knots out, and the comb could glide through their hair. Durge’s winces and grunting quieted, giving way to slower sighs. 

Jaheira worked in a rhythm now, combing and tucking their hair behind their ear. “My children never enjoyed me combing their hair,” She spoke in a low whisper as she absentmindedly scratched at their scalp. “I’ve a hand too rough, or their braids were too tight. You seem to be enduring well enough.”

“Mm,” Durge mumbled in agreement, eyes closed. In truth, they were half listening, head lolled to the side as she combed their hair. They jolted a little when they felt Jaheira shift behind them, and she guided them back so that they had more room to stretch out. 

“Rest now. We’ve more battles lying ahead of us.”

Combing Durge’s hair wasn’t something Jahiera planned that night. But, for once, she was doing something ordinary.

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Wait question, trying to work things out for a fic of my own and I was wondering, how the hell do you determine all the Finweans’ ages in relationship to their siblings to create their dynamics so well in your stories? Don’t like, none of them even have a canon birth year except for Feanor?

What a compliment, thank you anon! I am very far from an expert on this, but as usual “canon” is a vague and muddy field here.

Finwëan birth years we do know, all from the Annals of Aman in Morgoth's Ring:

Fëanor in YT 1169

Fingolfin in 1190

Finarfin in 1230

Turgon and Finrod in 1300

Galadriel and Aredhel in 1360

(An additional fragment of the Annals in The Nature of Middle-earth gives Fingon's birth year as 1260.)

There is plenty of room, within these dates, to play around with birth years to find a dynamic that suits you! One resource I find invaluable is this excellent post on elven aging, which puts the information LaCE gives us into numbers. Because I am Like That, I wrote up a Python script that uses this formula to convert between elf and human ages. If you're slightly more normal, you can use the fact that elves and humans age at the same rate up until three years, and then after that

elf age = 38.25 - (log((27/human age) - 1)/0.059

and

human age = 27/(1 + e^(-0.059*(elf age - 27)))

to convert between them.

Then you can just use this to work backwards and decide on birth years. Posit, for example: Maedhros was always Fingon's Cool Slightly Older Cousin, and the elf-equivalent of a glamorous twenty-year-old when Fingon was elf!17. That gives us that Maedhros was 56 when Fingon was 47, putting his birth year at 1251, nine years before Fingon. Or perhaps you feel very strongly that Celegorm was older than Finrod, but only very slightly: then give him a birth year of 1297 or so. Were Fingolfin and Lalwen codependently close in age? That gives you somewhere around 1195-1200 for her birth year.

I can't emphasise enough that absolutely none of this is necessary! The Annals of Aman do (as far as I know) often contradict what's "established canon" (so much as that exists), and so you can literally throw out any of these birth dates that don't spark joy. And the LaCE maths is even more optional. But I think the working backwards is key: decide on a dynamic you like for the various siblings and cousins, and then reverse-engineer the birth years to give you something you like!

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extremely vague,so sorry, but I forgot to click on it and idk where it is actually posted. it may have been a recommendation on here but for a ao3 fic. summary was a section of dialogue along the lines of "hasn't anyone ever played with your tits Steve?" thanks so much

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Chasing Pavements

Sirius Black x reader (sorta), OC x reader (also sorta) words; 1251 warnings; cheating, not a happy ending (sorta x3) song; Chasing Pavements by Adele (19 as fics) uhhhhhh hi, I don't really love this too much but oh well. There's a touch of emotions controlling the weather which is coooolllllll requests... are requests, I greatly appreciate them and one day they will be fufilled.

I've made up my mind

Don't need to think it over

If I'm wrong, I am right

I walked quietly in the halls, my mind blank as it replayed the scene on an endless loop. It envied the way his lips crashed against hers. It envied the way she let out breathy moans as his hands seeped under her waist band. It envied the way he was with her. I envied the way he was with her, when he was supposed to be with me.

A year ago today, Sirius gained the courage to ask me to be his girlfriend. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember the way the world seemed just a little brighter and more colorful, and now, it was nothing but dark and gray. Loud thunder boomed in the sky as lightning struck the ground, portraying the screaming anger I couldn’t seem to find.

Don't need to look no further

This ain't lust, I know this is love, but

If I tell the world, I'll never say enough

I remember the little touches. The way his hand would gently land on her waist to guide her, or the way his eyes would light up when she walked into the room. They didn’t do that for me. It’s almost as if he was trapped in a prison, and she was the key. Lucky for him, he’s taken the key, but left behind the broken girl he shared a cell with. 

'Cause it was not said to you

And that's exactly what I need to do if I end up with you

“Y/n, no.” Lily said sternly and I shook my head, opening my mouth to protest. “No, no, no. Y/n, he cheated on you. He broke you. I don’t want to have to hold you as you sob again. I don’t want to see your heart crack even more.”

Tears welled in my eyes, “Lils, I miss him.”

She pulled me in, cradling my head against her chest and I cried softly, “I know, Y/n/n, I know.”

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place?

Should I leave it there?

“We can fix this. I’m willing to give you a chance.” I said to Sirius and he popped up.

“Really?” He asked and I nodded, keeping a straight face as he hugged me tightly. “You won’t regret this.”

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

“I hope not.”

I build myself up and fly around in circles

Waiting as my heart drops

“Oh, Y/n.” Marlene said as she shook her head.

Lily sighed in defeat. “I said it was a bad idea.”

I looked between the two, “I know, I know. But I really think he wants to change and make it better.” Thunder crashed lightly outside the window.

“There is no changing, no coming back from this, Y/n/n.”

And my back begins to tingle

Finally, could this be it, or?

“A flower for a flower.” A voice said as a small daisy came in front of my face. 

I looked up from my book with a smile, “Sirius, this is so beautiful.” I said as I twirled the flower in between my fingers.

“Just like you.” He said, his lips ghosting over mine.\

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place?

Should I leave it there?

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere? Yeah

“Y/n, I think you should leave Sirius.” James said as he sat down at my table in the library.

I furrowed my brows, taken aback, “What?”

James sighed, “I think you should leave Sirius.”

“And why would I do that?”

“I love him like a brother, but what he did was unforgivable. I hate seeing you give him another chance because the truth is, he doesn’t deserve it.”

I narrowed my eyes, “What’s going on?”

James contemplated something before shaking his head and standing back up, “Just don’t allow him to make the same mistakes. Don’t allow him to hurt you again.” He left.

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

“Where have you been?” I asked quietly as Sirius carefully tip toed into the common room.

He ran a hand through his messy black hair, “Oh, you’re awake.”

I nodded, closing my book and standing up. “It would seem so.”

“It’s late, you should go to bed, my love.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips and running up the stairs to the boys dormitory. I closed my eyes and cursed him in my head, for the taste on his lips was heartbreakingly familiar. 

Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place?

Should I leave it there?

The rain beat down heavily on me, the drops of water mixing with my tears as the wind carried away my sobs.

“Y/n!” Sirius yelled desperately.

“No!” I screamed back, turning around as I clutched tightly onto my robes. “Go away!”

The thunder rumbled loudly behind me as he stumbled forward, “Please!” His voice was hoarse as if he’d been crying. Anger filled my body, he had no right to be crying. No right.

Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements?

Should I just keep on chasing pavements?

Oh-oh

“We can work this out, it was just a mistake, Y/n!” 

I looked up to the sky biting my lip hard as the rain fell into my eyes, making them sting. I shook my head.

“Go!” I yelled again, turning around and continuing my trek to the forest.

“y/-”

“I said go!” Lighting struck the ground between us, throwing him backwards onto the grass. He looked at me in fear and scrambled to his feet before sprinting away. I fell to my knees sobbing, ashamed I let him break me again.

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

I quickly packed my suitcase, Marlene and Lily helping.

“I’m so sorry guys.” I apologized, guilt filling my body.

Lily stopped what she was doing and looked at me before sighing and pulling me into a tight hug. Marlene joined after, adding her arms to the mix as well.

“It’s what you need.” Lily whispered.

“You dramatic teenager.” Marlene added and we all laughed quietly.

“That’s me.”

Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place?

Should I leave it there?

I sighed as I sat down in the Great Hall of Ilvermorny. It was so much different than Hogwarts, yet, exactly the same. I quietly ate my food and read my book, not bothering to look up and try to converse with the empty seats around me.

Someone sat down in front of me and I looked up to see a boy with a warm smile.

“Hi.” He said softly and I swallowed my food awkwardly.

“Hey.” I responded.

“I’m Alastor Greenwood, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I smiled slightly, “Y/n L/n, the pleasure is mine.”\

Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements

Even if it leads nowhere?

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Two Little Cornettos

Two Little Cornettos https://ift.tt/qfvKLn9 by PumpkinButterbeer Apparently, the way I cope with life is by writing ridiculously fluffy mpreg fics with every single trope in the book. You're welcome. Words: 1251, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Mpreg, Intersex, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Domestic Fluff, Fluff via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/JrPYC0Q August 13, 2023 at 08:17PM

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Falling in line

Falling in line Link to fic: https://ift.tt/ES1W3fi by Akita_loves When the Gon meets the boy who's somehow topping him every single thing he does, his life begins to take a change. Gon assumes that Killua is the typical bratty rich boy. But is that the truth? or is there more to his story? Words: 1251, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Alluka Zoldyck, Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Retz (Hunter X Hunter) Relationships: Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight Additional Tags: Kissing, Aged-Up Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Developing Relationship, Eventual Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/XeWKVL5 March 01, 2025 at 05:29AM

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After The Spotlight

After The Spotlight https://ift.tt/RfnPe0T by Wisp_or_somthin ' '‘Is that Castiel?!?” someone screams from behind him “OMG it is!” someone else screamed and by that point Castiel had started running he couldn't stand crowds it was probably his least favorite part of being an actor other than the parties the other famous people and well all of it' or a destiel fic about Cas who is an ex-actor working at a book and bakery shop called 'Literary loaves' with his brother Gabe and recently adopted son Jack and dean who is a famous musician will he bring Cas back to the spotlight or will this difference tear them apart? Words: 1251, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Gabriel (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury & Castiel, Charlie Bradbury & Gabriel Additional Tags: Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Mutual Pining, Pining, Castiel and Gabriel are Siblings (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Fluff and Angst via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/fUAtRKL October 08, 2024 at 11:44PM

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 17

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1251

“Oh wow, look at this dress, Molly Anne!” Princess Annette said as she pulled a dress off from the dress rack and held it up. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“Uh…” I eyeballed the giant, poofy dress which honestly reminded me more of a heavily frosted cupcake. “It’s a bit too much for my taste, for certain.”

It was the next day, and the five Ratajczyk princesses- Annette, Pamela, Barabra, Patricia and Cathy, had treated me to a day at Brooklyn’s top bridal salon. The eldest sister had told me that as a wedding gift, they were contributing two hundred dollars each for my dress.

I was staring blankly at a random dress when a bridal consultant came up to is. Dressed in a smart black skirt and a sweet smile, she automatically made me feel beautiful.

“Hello, your highnesses!” she greeted us in a cheerful tone of voice. “Who’s my bride?”

I raised my hand timidly, Annette gently pushing me forward.

“I’m Molly Anne,” I meeped, shaking her hand.

“Hello Molly Anne, I’m Britney,” she introduced herself. “Tell me about what your dream dress looks like.”

“I just want to feel pretty,” I explained. “I don’t want a white dress if you can help it, though. Something I can wear again, most definitely! My budget is a strict thousand dollars- I cannot afford to go over not want to go over even by a penny.”

“Where will you say your vows?” was Brittney’s next question.

“The king and I will be saying our I do’s in a garden,” I answered vaguely- the king had told me to be secretive about where we would be getting married as to keep myself and the twins safe.

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what you’ll want to try on!” Brittney took me off into a room to wait while she went and pulled some dresses for me to try on.

When she came back ten minutes later, she was hauling five or six different dresses over her shoulder, which she hung up before asking me which one I wanted to try on.

“Surprise me,” I told her, smiling when she pulled out a soft bubblegum pink tea length dress with a tulle skirt and fitted bodice.

“Do you have shoes picked out?” Brittney asked me as she laced me into the corset styled back.

“I’m possibly going to do embroidered flats, like maybe Converses,” I told her, blanching at the sight of me in the mirror. “Uh, no. this dress clashes horribly with my hair.”

Brittney just laughed as she helped me out of the dress and into a second, this one being a soft baby blue with glittery tinsel.

“This one is pretty, but…” I trailed off, unable to put my finger onto why I didn’t care for this bridal dress.

“It doesn’t match your wedding aesthetic?” she finished for me as she helped me into dress number three.

Dress number three was a pale green mermaid with white lacey sleeves. I told her that I liked the color, but not the fit. Finally, it came down to the final two dresses.

One was very clearly a wedding dress, a soft white color with colorful embroidery scattered across the full trumpet shaped skirt, the fitted bodice and the slightly poofy sleeves. The second dress was simpler, also a soft white in color, the skirt coming to my knees with elbow length sleeves and bright colorful flower embroidery on the skirt and bodice.

“The second one,” I told her with an excited squeak, stepping into the dress and then promptly bursting into tears of joy when she zipped it up. “It’s perfect!”

Brittney just beamed at me as she handed me a tissue to dry my eyes with before opening the door and letting me sweep out into the area that the five princesses occupied.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous, Molly Anne!” gasped Barbara, wiping at watering eyes.

“I do think that this is your dress!” smiled Cathy as she clapped her hands together.

“I thought you would pick something a bit more,” Pamela said before letting out a shrug. “But this is a good surprise!”

“I love this dress,” I sniffled happily, giving the princesses a twirl. “I think this is my dress- what says you royals?”

I was met with a chorus of agreements and I smiled as the sight of me in the mirror. I ran my hands down the sides and froze.

“And I found the best part about this dress!” I announced with a giggle before showing them my finding. “Pockets!”

Everyone laughed at my childish discovery, Brittney glancing at the price tag.

“This dress is seven hundred and seventy nine dollars,” she announced. “So that will leave you with two hundred twenty one dollars to spend!”

“Do you want to get anything else?” Cathy asked me in a kind voice.

“No, I don’t think so,” I was unable to wipe the please smile from my face. “I think the dress is honestly enough as is.”

“Are you sure? I can get the veil that has been used for the past nine generations, if you would like,” Princess Patricia offered me.

“You mean the lace cathedral veil that’s on display at the Brooklyn historical museum?” I asked, automatically blanching. The legendary Ratajczyk royal family cathedral veil was a beautiful thing of history, a delicate thing that I knew would cause ever more anxiety over me making sure it wouldn’t become dirty or torn. “Honestly, I’d rather not. The king and I are to be wed outside after all.”

“Ah, good point,” she smiled. “But do you at least want to wear any of the displayed family jewels as your something old?”

“I’ve always liked those simple blue sapphire ear studs,” I confessed.

“Yes, with that jeweled flower pendant?” she grinned. “Perfect! I’ll bring them with me when I meet you and Peter and the girls beforehand, alright?”

I smiled before turning and returning back into my assigned dressing room to change back into my jeans and turtleneck sweater.

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[highgaarden]

fic   |   12:51

or: Bonnie, Caroline, and a superheroes origin story. Not set in an alternate universe.

PART ONE | PART TWO | READ + COMMENT ON AO3

for @ishenwulf

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Part Three

The Adults Are Talking

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The weekend just after Winter begins, Damon updated WatchOutVillainz.com with a renewed vigour.

He made sure to check for typos, and found with satisfaction that there was only 1, even in his disastrously drunken stupor. So far, this was the best post he’d ever written, and the traffic it was getting was crazy.

The next day, he got a text message from an unknown number.

BLOCKED NUMBER sent at 10:25am: Might want to type with your eyes open next time, mate.

Unperturbed, Damon went to check on his blog stats.

He was pleased to see that there was a 26% increase of traffic since his last posting.

He took a swig of his coffee mixture – Caroline calls it a mixture because he makes it while fighting off the hangover pounding in his teeth, and mixes in any liquid that didn’t require him to stir, mix or slosh. Today’s mixture was coffee, orange juice and leftover wine from Bonnie’s glass from the night before.

With a wince, he swallowed and clicked on his blog.

He’d made the post exclusively to showcase their new winter additions to their superhero outfits. Attached at the top of the latest post was a picture of Feisty Fire and Blonde Distraction with fur-trimmed capes. The text underneath, which went on for quite a few minutes of scrolling, was just the number 9 typed over and over again.

—

Caroline kicked open the door to the warehouse with unnecessary force: the new boots she was wearing was much suited for winter, with heavy leather flat soles that gripped debris-littered rooftops securely.

She kicked it with unnecessary force because it had been four years, and Lizzie and Josie were turning twenty, and she’d just gotten a text from Alaric telling her with regret that she probably shouldn’t come, seeing as her daughters now look older than her.

It takes her mere seconds to text back her outrage that they’ll be celebrating with close family and friends who all know of her nature, and that it’s really not his place to say whether or not she should be there for her own daughters—

“Good for you,” the vampire she was stalking praised, nodding profusely. “Darling, I can’t be-lieve you even let him keep your own kids away from you like that!”

“The lawyer you recommended was really good,” Bonnie smiled. “We were all really grateful.”

“That fire you’re aiming at me doesn’t imply appreciation at all, sweets.”

“Kol,” Caroline groaned. “I’ve had a long weekend, alright? It’s cold, this cape is heavy, and you breached contract—”

“There was nothing in the contract that said I couldn��t open a fight club,” Kol snarked, his voice extra annoying because it’s amplified. His voice was amplified, because he was speaking into a voice amplifier in the middle of a boxing ring. He had to amplify his voice, because the roar of the crowd almost drowned him out.

“It clearly said no more fighting.” Bonnie snaps her fingers; one of the werewolves that was about to lunge at his opponent, a banshee, is tossed off trajectory with a long, wet whine.

—

“You girls got boring,” Kol whines. “I regret paying for my WOV platinum membership.”

Bonnie and Caroline didn’t answer, busy as they were immobilising him with a variety of ropes, velvet, and chains.

“Seriously,” Kol continued as if Bonnie wasn’t using the toe of her boot to flip him onto his stomach, “the only upgrade I got was being able to choose the colour of my font.”

“Damon is a scammer if there ever was any,” Caroline lectured him. “You should know better, dumbass.”

Kol finally scowled. “I resent that.”

His scowl melted into a look that was parts amazement and arousal when Bonnie turned her palms upward and outward, and he levitated into the air.

Bobbing gently in front of them like a peaceful yacht out on a dawn excursion, Kol asked, “It’s not nice to accost a lad on his first night out on the town.”

“It’s your second night. You said the exact same thing yesterday, just before you signed a contract that said you’d quit it with your assholery,” Bonnie said with an eyeroll. “Do you need to sign up for our twelve-step programme?”

“Oh, so you’ve expanded! Congratulations are in order.”

“Thank you,” Bonnie and Caroline responded automatically, because while they were vigilantes, they were still southern belles raised with good manners.

“Anyway, I’m only going at it because I’m expected to be on my best behaviour this weekend.” It was a testament to the sorta-kinda friendship he had since the days of their mismatched Mystery Gang vs. Whatever Shit the Originals Schemed That Week that he was even explaining himself. He used to maim first, offer explanations never.

“And why’s that?” Caroline maintained the conversation, just because she could. And because she was feeling a bit useless now that Bonnie was doing most of the womanpower.

“I’ve got to attend a children’s birthday party,” Kol said, as if he was going to be having an operation to remove his liver without anaesthesia.

“Say that again.”

“I’ve got to attend a children’s birthday party.”

“Sorry, again?”

“I said, I’ve got to attend a children’s birthday party.”

“One last time for the audience?”

“I said, I’ve—”

“How the hell were you invited?” Caroline seethed.

“Everywhere Hope goes, we go,” Kol shrugged. “What, you weren’t?”

He bobbed a bit in the air as Bonnie flicks Caroline a quick look of mild panic.

There was a storm brewing in Caroline’s eyes – or whatever you could see of them behind her mask, which she’d taken care to cover most of her face now that it was winter. “No.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” Caroline asked with narrowed eyes.

Kol sighed. “Looks like we are down for one magnificent family reunion, sister.”

So horrified was Caroline that he had called her that, she barely registered knocking Kol out with the heel of her boot until he lay crumpled –

Or would have, if he wasn’t still floating.

“Caroline,” Bonnie began. “We do not exercise too much authority over the boots. They’re YSL.”

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[jacularmetteld]

The Bachelor AU

Chapter 5!

Again, many thanks to my loveliest beta @killthenaughtyboy and my inspiration duo @@noctomythiclaw & @rhettandtwink !

Title: Roses For Mr. Neal Rating: PG-13 (or light M) Chapter Summary: Rhett has his double date with Connor and Link at the spa. Everything goes nice and easy until...

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

General Criminal minds:

Supernatural AU headcanons (technically)

Single Dad reader x BAU - Warnings: Wife left reader, single parent, single dad reader (Idk if those are actual warnings but still). Word Count: 746

Family - (BAU x gn!reader) Warnings: None. Word Count: 528

BAU x Reid’s trans brother - Warnings: None. Word Count: 375

BAU x gn!reader - sharing headcanons (sfw)

Younger gn agent reader - Warnings: None. Word Count: 275

Covid times - Warnings: Covid mentions.

Male autistic reader x BAU Headcanons  - season 6 episode 16

Stop talking - Warnings: bullying, homophobia, transphobia, physical assault, hurt spencer Word count: 891

BAU x werewolf reader - Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid Word count: 1385

Picture Perfect Family - Warnings: death of a pregnant woman (and the fetus - although is referred to as a baby during the fic), emergency c-section, mentions of torture, blood, held hostage, reader holds baby and woman’s hand, that bit is quite sad by the way, hospitals, death, crying Word count: 4449

Car crash - Word count: 1152 Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

Head wound - Reader is bonked on the head.

Head shot -  Warnings: Hospitals, head wound, shot in the head (but it bounces so no one dies)

Ghost reader - Warnings: Reader is a ghost

Scapegoat -  Warnings: Homophobia, some slurs (f-slur), homophobic language, bad language overall.

Spencer Reid:

Non-binary Spencer headcanons

Favourite Profiler - Spencer x gn (gender neutral) reader. Warnings:  Spencer gets a little upset, there’s quite a few swear/curse words, reader is a bit of an idiot but realises it in the end, Hotch is basically Reader’s father at this point (not a warning but still). Word Count: 1251

Non-Binary Reid being bullied - Warnings: Transphobia (like a lot of it), bullying, trans ally hotch, trans ally morgan, hotch punches a guy - but it’s deserved so it’s okay Word Count: 405

Spencer x Buck (911) - Warnings: None that I can think of. Word Count: 842.

Spencer and his dad -  Prompt: ‘but we’re family-’ ‘you don’t get to use that word!’

Spencer’s sister - Spencer finds out he has a trans sister

Pay attention (to me) - Spencer x male reader.  Warnings: some hints to sexy times, spencers needy and reader teases him about it, let me know if I’ve missed anything, nothing spicy happens, just mostly kissing

Spencer x male reader - relaxing together on the jet, no warnings, word count: 233

Spencer x male reader, Luke best friend - Luke has to watch you get married. 

Pancakes solve everything - Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk-ish (not really)

Derek Morgan:

Derek x Feminine Trans Male Reader - Warnings: Insecurity. Word Count: 772

Derek x FTM!Reid!Reader - Warnings: hinted past transphobia. Word Count: 348

Four Words - Derek x Male reader.  Warnings: Angst, sadness, major character death, hurt reader, reader has a daughter, derek and reader both love each other, they don’t decide to tell each other in the moment it matters the most, stab wound, knife, killing, abduction, I think that’s about it if I’ve missed anything please let me know. Word Count: 1473

Wisdom (teeth) - from the prompts “crying is only going to make you feel worse” and “you can squeeze my hand if you need to”

I understand - Warnings: Kidnapping, throwing up, deceased parents, mentions of a car crash and heart attack, PTSD (? I think), reader has some flashbacks, panic attack. Word Count: 1590

06.17 - Derek’s in a relationship with Emily’s brother, who was also taken by Doyle. Unfortunately, there isn’t always a happy ending. Warnings:  hospitals, death, injury, kidnapping, and usual criminal minds stuff.

Aaron Hotchner:

Aaron x male reader -  Warnings: mentions of a difficult case surrounding children, mentions of Foyet. Word Count: 1168

Soul meets soul - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: none. Word Count: 142

Aaron x trans woman reader - Warnings: none that I can think of, Reader is nervous coming out to Aaron. If there’s anything you want me to add, let me know! Word Count: 968

Aaron x trans male reader -  Warnings: dysphoria, transphobic deputy (he gets put in his place don’t worry), insecurities, mentions of the chest area and chest area tissue, reader wears a binder longer than the recommended amount of time.  Word Count: 1634

Aaron x trans male reader headcanons - Warnings: some of these include dysphoria, misgendering, and one of these mentions some kissing and mentions of shots - like injections, nothing too detailed or anything just letting you know

OCD is a Bully - Aaron x reader. Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, talks of intrusive thoughts, OCD. Word Count: 1109

Liar, Liar Tattoo’s on Fire - Aaron x Punk reader. Warnings: Insecurities, nervousness, tattoos (?), piercings (?), JJ is a bit problematic in this one, possibly homophobia? depending on how you read/interpret it, other than that nothing I can think of. Oh, I haven’t really proof-read this that much so it could be trash lol. Word Count: 1586

Superhero’s and Dinosaurs - Aaron x Trans Male reader (ft. super adorable Jack). Warnings: kind of stereotypes of male and female (it’s just Jack asking if reader likes superheroes and dinosaurs and stuff like that really lol - I was trying to get into the mindset of a kid and all I could think of was that there’s a stereotype of girls playing with dolls and boys playing with superheroes and stuff like that, so I included, sorry if it offends anyone) but other than that, I can’t think of any other warnings. Word Count: 788

Aaron x Feminine Male reader - Warnings: JJ is a bit ignorant but everyone’s accepting, I don’t think there are any others :) Word Count: 1257

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: insecure reader. Word Count: 426

Authority Figure - Warnings: Murder mentions, Reader swears quite a bit and is a bit of a flirt (also kinky stuff is briefly mentioned lol), I think that’s everything. Word Count: 532

Just Dance - Aaron x Male reader. Prompt: ‘Readers playing just dance with jack and aarons watching from the doorframe’

Aaron x male reader - Warnings: It might be a bit cheesy but that could just be me having written it and reread it a few times, depression. Word Count: 502

Colleagues - Warnings: Is flirting in the workplace a warning? Word Count: 600

Gay besties - Aaron x male reader, Emily x male reader (platonic). Warnings: none.

Hotch x jock male reader - Warnings: like one curse word.

Hotch x male reader - (Derek has a crush on the reader)

Bloody Mark - Trans reader x Hotch (familial). Warnings: dysphoria, menstruation, sad reader

Single Dad Reader - Reader absolutely adores the relationship Aaron and his daughter have

Hotch x male reader - Garcia sets her bestie up with her boss.

Hotch x singer!brother reader - Reader’s close by on tour when two band members wind up dead. Warnings: Murder, cheating. Word count: 1042

Hotch x adopted teen son - Warnings: Anxiety, reader is nauseous, teacher’s a bit of a dick. Word count: 845

Aaron x depressed reader - Warnings: depression, maybe self harm(?) - reader punches something multiple times, also this might be cringe idk, oh talks of medication and antidepressants Word count: 990

Aaron x autistic!Garcia!brother!Reader - Hotch is dating Garcia’s brother. Warnings: kissing, (super) brief mention of meltdown and sensory overload, that's all I believe Word count: 766

Just two men married - You and Hotch get married, Word count: 623 

Dad... - Hotch x teen!reader (ftm), no warnings, word count: 690

Your fault - Prompt: "Everything that happen to them is your fault" switched it up to 'Everything that happens to him is your fault.'Warnings: Jack gets kidnapped, reader is beaten up, hospitals, mean hotch (he gets nicer tho - he was just worried), Word count: 1213

You’ll be ‘kay - Hotchner Family. Prompt: 'We shouldn't have met.'Warnings: First breakup, crying, harsh breakup Word count: 565

5 Times + 1 - 5 times you and Jack competed against each other and the 1 time you worked together. 

Matchy Matchy - Reader comes out as trans to his family. His brother couldn’t be happier.

Meltdown -  Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown 

Luke Alvez:

Some of my favourite Luke headcanons

Touch wood - Luke x gn reader. Warnings: reader has OCD, mentions of intrusive thoughts, compulsions (cleaning hands, touching wood, counting, checking), a few swear/curse words. Word Count: 1160

Labels (trans reader x Luke) - Warnings: gender confusion (?), reader is sad, unsure reader, trans reader, Luke says a swearword. Word Count: 451

Adopted Brother - Warnings: A long ass title (in the post), quite a bit of swearing?, mentions reader was left on church doorsteps as a baby. Word Count: 444

Try to relax - Reader gets hurt on a case

Luke x Trans male reader - Warnings: Reader comes out as trans, reader is very nervous. Word Count: 450

Digging a hole -  Person A: “I’m digging myself a hole.” Person B: “Its okay, I’ll get in your hole.” Person A: *blushes because they definitely fancy Person B*

I would die for you -  “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”

Luke x Mean Reader - Turned down

Is that my shirt? - Luke x male reader

Nothing Special - Luke x Lisa. Prompt: 'You're nothing special.'Warnings: harsh break up, anti-lisa tbh, insecure luke Word count: 236 

Please stop flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

Luke x FTM reader headcanons - discusses weight 

Matt Simmons

Please Stop Flirting - Luke x Simmons!Reader

David Rossi:

Retirement - David Rossi x Male reader

Partner - Dad!reader x David Rossi. Warnings: Bullies, blood, ‘off camera’ violence

Emily Prentiss:

Emily x male!reader - Word Count: 657 Warnings: Emily is feeling a little down

Dates - Male reader, Emily is out of her comfort zone

Cupcakes - GN!Reader x Emily. They bake cupcakes

Haunted - GN!Reader think’s that they are haunted

If Emily had adopted David (03x02)

Tara Lewis

Jennifer Jareau:

JJ x Child!FTM!Reader (familial) - Warnings: Parent death mentions, abduction/kidnapping mentions, idk if i missed any. Word Count: 959

JJ x male!reader - Warnings: none.

Penelope Garcia:

Some Penelope headcanons

Penelope x trans male reader - Warnings: needles, injections, testosterone shots, sheriff’s an ass, mentions of past arrests, mentions an attack, hate crime, mentions of broken bones, mentions of being attacked because of gender identity Word Count: 2342

Penelope x gn!Reader - Relationship reveal, No warnings, Word Count: 833

Penelope x teen brother reader - You get into a fight at school. Warnings: fights, blood, bullying Word count: 1135

Luke x Spencer (Ralvez):

Favourite Date headcanons

Happy Birthday - Warnings: Major character death, stabbings, sadness :(, sad Luke, sad everyone to be honest, dead body, mentions of vomit. Word Count: 1504

Burnt Out - Warnings: None. Word Count: 472

Aaron x Derek (Hotchgan):

General headcanons

Spencer x Derek (Moreid):

Trans Derek - Warnings: Derek comes out as trans but other than that nothing I can think of. Word Count: 616

Nightmares - Warnings: Spencer has a nightmare, nothing mentioned that too graphic. Word Count: 280

Bullies - (platonic) Warnings: Bullying. Prompt: ‘Please stop teasing me’

You promised - Prompt:  ‘But if I don’t have you, I don’t have anyone. And you promised that wouldn’t happen.’

Coming out - Prompt:  ‘You’re part of this family, whether you want to admit it or not.’

Internalised homophobia - Warnings: Internalised homophobia

Ask (me off anon, wimp) - Spencer keeps getting anon asks asking him out

PDA - Warnings: hate crime, assault, hospitals, broken bones, homophobia Word count: 2003

Aaron x Spencer (Hotchreid):

Buried - Warnings: buried alive, small spaces, coffins, foyet mentions, hankel mentions, past traumatic experience mentions, phobias. Word Count: 1294

Jack and Spencer (talking about Hotchreid) - Prompt: ‘Are you here because you want to be part of this family, or because you don’t want to be alone?’

Hotch x Reid - Spencer thinks Aaron is cheating on him.

Infection - “You don’t want that to get infected”

Luke x Penelope:

‘Can you please hug me really tight?’

Series/Multi-Part Fics

Atlas Tries Tropes:

(see also Hotch x gn!reader)

There’s only one bed - There’s only one bed in Luke and Tara’s shared hotel room

Undercover Fake Dating -  Warnings: Drink spiking, hate crimes, fake date situation, slight nsfw references (jokes of bdsm and kinks), mentions of cheating. Minors proceed with caution, I’m going with 16+ just to be safe Let me know if I missed anything. Word Count: 2.5k

Undercover Fake Dating Part 2 - (Part of Whumptober 2022) Warnings: abduction, kidnapping, hurt, pipe as weapon, drugged (in last part), forced to hurt loved one, stress position, gash wound, keeping injury a secret, passing out, needles, hospital, blood, knocked unconscious. Word count: 5765

Dad Reader:

Part One - Warnings: Reader has a son they didn’t know about, other than that, I don’t believe there is anything - I mean there’s a baby, but I don’t think that’s a warning? Lol. Word Count: 2000-ish.

Part Two - Warnings: Cancer, illness, Chemotherapy, Radiation therapy, this is heavy towards the end with stuff like that, sadness, a character is not well at all. There will be another ‘keep reading’ for when the warnings and stuff hits just so people know! Word Count: 2140

Part Three - Warnings: Mentions of cancer, chemotherapy, radiation therapy/radiotherapy, sadness, reader is sad, Hotch is good, people are concerned, I think that’s everything if you spot anything you think should have a tag, let me know! Word Count: 2179

Hotch x gn!reader: Aaron meets y/n at a bar, swooping in and saving them from an old drunk guy. Later, y/n is able to return the favour.

I have a boyfriend - Aaron x gn reader. Warnings: Creepy old man, drinking, alcohol, reader panics and says they have a sugar daddy XD Word count: 322

I have a partner - Aaron x gn reader. Warning: unwanted hitting on, drink, I think that’s all? Word Count: 607

Penelope Garcia:

Penelope x Morgan’s younger brother

Part One - Warnings: none that I can think of. Word Count: 1500 ish

Part Two - Warnings: none. Word Count: 602

Derek Morgan:

Unrequited:

Unrequited - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 5127 Warnings: Derek’s a bit of an ass, there’s probably some swearing, drinking, fighting, angst, arguments, the lot, a panic attack happens (not too much detail though), erm, idk if there’s any more, let me know if you notice any.

Part 2 - Derek x Male reader. Word Count: 1598 Warnings: minor violence, angst with a happy(ish) ending

Hotchner Brother Masterlist

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist