#mr a.h—

[the-anxious-acrobat]

midnight dinners at la maison lefevré🍷🎪

[mariasont]

GOOD LUCK CHARM - A.H

a/n: this came to me yesterday and i sat my ass down and WROTE

that should be me fr

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: reader is gone for the morning and leaves hotch a couple sticky notes

warnings: just my babies being so infatuated with each other it literally hurts, hotch is a pining fool, i love him, i need him, i want to kidnap him to my basement

wc: 0.8k

Hotch was having a rough day. He had never put much stock in the idea of luck, favoring the belief that a path was carved from the choices made. However, if he were to entertain the notion of luck, he would concede that today, he seemed to be rather out of it.

A lot had gone wrong. For starters, he had stained his favorite white dress shirt with coffee this morning. This undoubtedly set the precedent for the day, he was sure.

As soon as he arrived at his office, he was greeted not by the familiar click of the lock but by a stubborn door that refused to budge, his key sitting on the side table in his apartment. This then led to him reaching out to the custodian for a spare, only to be intercepted by Chief Strauss, who, in her usual fashion, had a litany of critiques ready for the BAU.

The day had been steadily unraveling, and the realization that you wouldn't be in until lunch because of a doctor's appointment was the tipping point. Normally, all these minor irritations could be overlooked, but in your absence, he could truly grasp just how much he relied on you.

You handled a lot on his plate, if not everything. You planned out his schedule, answered his phone calls, you double-checked his paperwork. You consistently shouldered more than he ever asked, despite his repeated warnings about overloading yourself--warnings that he, admittedly, never listened to.

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. He found himself unwittingly watching the door, anticipating the bright burst of pink and the shimmer that accompanied you, but unfortunately that did not happen. Lunch couldn't come quick enough.

His vision began to waver, the words on the page melting into an indecipherable stew as he pressed a long finger into his temples. The lamp at the edge of the desk flickered capriciously. A mental note to replace it was quickly overshadowed by the more pressing need for an aspirin, prompting him to reach for the left drawer.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, fingers reaching into the space as he pulled the flimsy object from the drawer. It was a hot pink sticky note, its surface alive with glittery ink, smiley faces, and hearts. The corners of his mouth lifted, the tension in his back easing just a hair.

Aspirin isn't in this drawer silly! First one to your right! And don't take more than 2, okay? Between that and your scotch drinking habits your liver is screaming!!!!

He couldn't suppress the laughter that rumbled through him as he pressed the note to his desk. He turned to the drawer on his right, pulling it open to find, much to his satisfaction, the aspirin. Attached to it was yet another sticky note.

You found it!! So proud!! Hope your day is going amazingly! Don't miss me too much! :)

His heart thumped louder in his chest, a wave of heat blossoming across his neck as he carefully folded the sticky notes, tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket.

When you finally came ambling into the office--your ponytail swaying, a pink ribbon securing it in place--he felt an instant lift in his mood. His jaw relaxed, fingers instinctively straightening his tie--a needless act but one that gave him a moment to admire you. You looked beautiful. You always did, but as he fingered the note in his pocket, he could feel his chest constrict just looking at you.

"Hi there, Mr. Boss Man," you sang out, voice as sweet as syrup as you glided towards him with an ease that defied that height of your heels. "The office didn't burn down without me, did it?"

"It came close."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you giggled, the bracelets on your arms tinkling like wind chimes as you wrapped them around your notebook. "You look stressed. Are you stressed?"

"I'm fine, just a headache." He paused, his hand absentmindedly reaching again for the sticky note. "How was your doctor's appointment?"

"Squeaky clean bill of health." You beamed at him, shifting your weight to your toes. "Did you see my note?"

"I did. Thank you." A grin was vying for control of his features while his hand found its way to his neck, pressing lightly in a vain effort to steady his racing pulse.

"You're so very welcome," you chimed, sending him a smile that nearly made the air evaporate from his lungs. "Also, I fixed a couple issues in your calendar, and I ordered you a new lamp, I noticed yours was broken. I hope that's okay."

More than okay. You were perfect. If he were a man who believed in luck, he would be inclined to think you might be his good luck charm.

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna @readergf @sarcasm-and-stiles @edencherries @aurorsworld @princess76179 @malindacath @freyy253 @broadwaytraaaaash

[hoe4hotchner]

Extra Credit | [A.H]

Pairing: Professor!Hotch x fem!Reader CW: 18+, MDNI, coerced sexual activity, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dubious consent, degradation and humiliation, age gap, student/professor, dom/sub dynamic, praise, (L/N) used once, no use of (Y/N). The smut in this is "just" a blowjob. WC: 2,9k

My dumb ass had to look up the american grading system cause we use a 7 point grading scale of numbers where I'm from. ---- Also alsoalso, i feel kind of evil with this one 😅

@ssamorganhotchner my love I will dedicate this fic to you cause your scream into the void made me finish it. 🤭🤭

           The lecture had been another brutal session, his lectures were always hard to get through, and you could still hear Mr. Hotchner’s voice echoing in your mind, sharp and cutting. His presence dominated the room - a force impossible to ignore - and it rattled you in a way no other professor ever had. Every question he posed felt like a challenge, every glance in your direction seemed to monitor your every move. The pressure in his class had been mounting for weeks now, suffocating and relentless as you tried your hardest to keep up with your studies.

           The other students had already packed up and left, the sounds of hurried footsteps and rustling papers fading as they filtered out of the lecture hall. You were just about to follow when his voice called out, stopping you in your tracks.

           "Miss (L/N), a moment, please."

           His tone was steady. There was no warmth, only command - one you couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you wanted to. Swallowing thickly, your pulse quickened as you turned to face him. Mr. Hotchner stood at the front of the room, his eyes locked onto you, persistent and unreadable. You’d seen that look before - the one that pierced through you, as if he were dissecting every inch of your character, sizing up your worth.

           "Come to my office," he continued, already gathering his notes. "There’s something we need to discuss."

           You nodded, a knot forming in your stomach. You knew exactly what this was about: the last test. The one you felt like you'd bombed so spectacularly, despite staying up all night cramming. Panic twisted in your chest as you hastily grabbed your things, every step toward his office feeling heavier like you were marching to your doom.

           When you arrived at his office, he was already seated behind his desk, his posture straight, his face calm yet calculating. His office was an extension of him - neat, organized, cold - the only warmth coming from the mahogany furniture decorating the room. You hesitated at the door, but when his eyes met yours, pinning you in place, you stepped inside without a word.

           "Sit," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

           Your legs felt weak as you obeyed, sinking into the chair. The room seemed smaller now, the silence oppressive. The only sound was the rush of your own panicked heartbeat in your ears.

           Mr. Hotchner reached for the paper on his desk - your test - and slid it across the table toward you. Your eyes dropped to it, the red ink scrawled across the page like a string of wounds, culminating in the bold, unforgiving "F" circled at the top. The sight of it made your stomach drop.

           "Care to explain this?" His voice was low and direct, but there was an edge to it: disappointment, authority, judgment maybe.

           You opened your mouth, but no words came out. What could you say? You had failed. There was no excuse, no way to justify how badly you’d done, no matter how hard you’d tried.

           "I... I’m sorry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I really did try, I-"

           His sharp gaze cut you off before you could finish. His expression hardened. "Trying isn’t enough, Miss. In this class, you’re expected to succeed. Effort without results means nothing to me." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes boring into you. "You know that, don’t you?"

           You nodded quickly, your throat tight with panic. "Yes, Professor. I just... I don’t know what happened."

           Mr. Hotchner sighed, sitting back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk as his eyes flicked over you, assessing your every reaction. "This isn’t the first time your performance has been subpar," he mused, almost to himself. "But I’m not inclined to hand out second chances freely. You understand that, don’t you?"

           Your pulse quickened, and you grabbed the edges of the chair, trying to steady yourself. You needed this class to pass. Your entire academic path hinged on it. "Please, Sir," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. "I’ll do anything to make up for this. I just..."

           Hotch raised a brow, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though it held no warmth. "Anything, Miss?" His tone shifted, becoming darker, more sinister. He leaned forward again, his elbows resting on the desk, fingers steepled in front of him, his eyes locking onto yours.

           You froze, the weight of that single word hanging heavy in the air between you. Something in his gaze made your skin prickle, a cold realization settling over you, though you still didn’t fully understand what he meant.

           "There are ways," he said, almost absently, his eyes never leaving you. "To improve your grade. But... no, you wouldn’t want to do that."

           The soft, almost indifferent tone only made the tension worse, as if he were toying with the idea, considering something dark and unspoken. His eyes - steady and determined - never left yours, trapping you beneath the weight of his scrutiny. A shiver crawled up your spine, the walls of the small office seeming to close in as his stare held you in place, daring you to speak, to challenge the unspoken hint buried in his words. The air thickened, stifling, and at that moment, you realized you were no longer sitting across from your professor but a man who held all the power - and he knew it.

           "Please, Sir... anything." Your voice lingered on the verge of tears. Your stomach churned as you began to realize the gravity of the situation, the dark current running beneath his words. But it was too late. You’d already sealed your fate.

           The tension in the room thickened as Mr. Hotchner leaned back in his chair, his eyes eyeing you, estimating just what he could get you to do. His silence stretched, but you felt the shift - something in him had clicked, and it set your pulse racing with a mix of fear and something unnameable.

           He moved slowly, deliberately, pushing his chair back just enough to make space. He gestured to the small gap between him and the desk. "Come here," he said, his voice low, the command unquestionable.

           You hesitated, your legs trembling slightly as you stood, heart pounding so hard you swore he could hear it. He didn’t rush you, just watched as you took one small, uncertain step forward, then another, until you were standing directly between his legs. His proximity sent a jolt of awareness through you, your body hyperaware of the heat radiating from him - too close.

           Mr. Hotchner's hand reached out, his fingers brushing the fabric of your skirt before settling on your hip, guiding you into place with a firm grip. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a quiet rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt trapped, pinned between him and the desk, with nowhere to escape as his other hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling you even closer. The space between you vanished, and you swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat.

           You could feel his gaze, assessing, waiting for you to protest, to pull away - but you didn’t. Something about the smoothness of his words kept you intrigued. His control was absolute, the imbalance between you undeniable, and yet… you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to think of anything but him and the way his hands felt against your skin.

           "There are certain things you’re willing to do," he said softly, his voice carrying a darker edge now. "Aren’t there?"

           You nodded, barely able to find your voice, the room spinning as his hand slid lower on your back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, suffocating, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you were already too far gone to turn back now.

           Mr. Hotchner's gaze remained fixed on you as he maneuvered you with practiced ease. His grip on your hip tightened slightly, guiding you down until you were kneeling on the floor before him. The cold tile pressed against your knees, sending a shiver through you, but Mr. Hotchner's presence was a warm, commanding contrast.

           “That’s it,” he said, his voice rich with approval as you settled into the position he directed. “You’re doing well.”

           The praise made the tension more bearable yet, it came with an edge of something darker, something that made you shiver despite the heat pooling between you. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, and saw the way they softened just a touch, but only enough to keep you vulnerable.

           His hand moved with deliberate care, stroking the length of your hair. The soft, almost caressing touch was a strange contrast to the authority he exerted. “You’re very obedient,” Mr. Hotchner said, his tone almost gentle now, but there was an unmistakable command in his words. “And you know, I do appreciate that.” The warmth of his hand was soothing but carried with it an undercurrent of power, leaving you both comforted and apprehensive. “I can see you’re trying to do what it takes to improve.”

           He shifted slightly, his chair creaking as he leaned forward a bit, the fabric of his suit brushing against you. “You’re very dedicated,” he said softly, his eyes roaming over you with a mixture of satisfaction and something else you couldn’t quite place. “And I have to admit, it’s not something I see in my students very often.”

           Your breath quickened as his praise continued, his words a strange mix of encouragement and control that made you feel simultaneously uplifted and trapped. It confused you. The power he held over you was noticeable, his authority unchallenged as you knelt before him, feeling the weight of his gaze.

           “You’re willing to do whatever it takes,” Mr. Hotchner continued his hand now gently stroking the top of your head. “That’s very impressive. Most students wouldn’t go this far.”

           The air between you was thick with his dominance, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken promises and threats that lingered in his words. His praise was both a comfort and a chain, binding you to him in a way that left you breathless and anxious for what was to come.

           Mr. Hotchner guided you to unbuckle his belt, watching as you hooked your fingers through the loop, carefully removing it and unzipping his pants. You kept looking up at him for reassurance, waiting for a nod of approval to continue. You gently grabbed the elastic waistband and slowly pulled his underwear down, revealing his thick, erect cock. It sprang free, long, and veined, with a bulky head already glistening with pre-cum. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of it.

           “Go on,” he urged. “Show me how much you want that grade.”

           With a slight nod, you leaned forward and extended your tongue, delicately licking the tip of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness. Mr. Hotchner let out a soft groan, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. Encouraged by his reaction, you opened your mouth and took just the head into your warm, wet mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

           “Fuck, that’s it,” he whispered, his hand gripping your neck, guiding your movements. “Suck it, take it deep.” He growled.

           You obeyed, slowly taking more of his length into your mouth, your lips sliding down his shaft. You moaned softly around his cock, the vibrations driving him wild. Mr. Hotchner's hand moved to the back of your head, gently holding you in place as he began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

           “You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. “But I want more. I want to feel that tight throat of yours.”

           Eager to please, you relaxed your throat and took him deeper, your nose pressing into his pubic hair. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged and coughed around him. Mr. Hotchner stilled for a brief moment as he let you adjust to the new position of his cock in your throat.

           As Mr. Hotchner's hand started gently caressing your hair once again, his other hand slowly shifted, a deliberate movement that drew your attention away from the soothing strokes. He let you take over, expecting you to continue pleasuring. His fingers, initially tender and reassuring, began to trace down the side of your neck, brushing lightly against the fabric of your blouse.

           “You’re doing very well,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. The praise seemed to be more about control than genuine encouragement, keeping you bound in a trance by his spell. The warmth of his hand became more insistent.

           You felt a shiver run down your spine as his hand moved with purpose, sliding along the curve of your shoulder and then lower. His fingers grazed the edge of your skirt, teasing the hem as they explored the fabric. The contact was both alarming and electric, the smoothness of his touch in stark contrast to the pressure of his gaze.

           “Such dedication,” Hotch continued, his tone almost contemplative. His fingers lingered at the edge of your skirt, the touch becoming more deliberate as he traced along the hem. “It’s rare to find someone so willing to go above and beyond.”

           The way his hand inched closer to the soft material of the front of your skirt, it made you acutely aware of the shift in the atmosphere. His touch, though light and seemingly casual, was charged with an intensity that left you on edge. The skirt felt suddenly like a barrier between you and him, a fragile line that he was now exploring with calculated movements.

           He pushed his fingers past the waistband; they were cold as they brushed against your stomach, slowly moving down toward your clothed heat. Mr. Hotchner tutted as he brushed his fingers against your folds, the soaking wet fabric leaving a slick trail on his fingers.

           “You naughty girl,” he mocked. “Do you feel that? The way your body reacts to my touch? How long have you been aching for this kind of attention?” He grinned, his fingers expertly drawing out mewls from you as you tried to keep your focus on the task at hand.

           You felt the way his cock twitched against your tongue, convulsing with every movement, every lick and suck. Mr. Hotchner could feel it too, his climax nearing. He moved his hands to the back of your head, holding you still as he flexed his muscles. You whined around him at the sudden loss of touch on your pussy.

           “Don’t be greedy,” he hissed through gritted teeth, fucking your mouth with such force that all you could do was stay still and relax your throat, trying your best to keep breathing through your nose.

           “Yes, that’s it, take it all,” he grunted, his hips moving faster now, driving his cock down your throat with each thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” Mr. Hotchner groaned, his hips jerking as he came, emptying himself down your throat. You swallowed around him, taking every drop, your eyes never leaving his, a satisfied smile on his face.

           “Look at this mess you made,” he tutted, pulling his cock out of your mouth. The few drops of cum mixed with your saliva glistened under the light. “Now, clean it up.” He scooted his chair closer to the desk, effectively caging you in. “I have papers to grade.”

           You slowly started licking the shaft with small kitten licks as you made your way from the base to the head. You were scared he wouldn't pass you if you didn't follow his orders. Mr. Hotcher paid no attention to you whatsoever. You felt humiliated as you sat under his desk, his thoughts elsewhere as you mindlessly followed his demands. The sound of your tongue mixed with the slight scratching of his pen scribbling on the papers in front of him were the only sounds in the room.

           When you finished, the room seemed even smaller than when you'd entered, the walls closer than before. You sat back on your haunches, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as you tried to process what had just happened, your mind swirling in confusion and shame.

           Mr. Hotchner leaned back, his expression calm, his eyes glittering with a smug satisfaction that made your skin crawl. You were about to ask what he would change your grade to, feeling you had at least deserved a D for the effort. But Mr. Hotcher sensed your question before you even opened your mouth.

           “Don’t think so fast, dear,” he said smoothly, his voice like ice on your skin. “Good grades cost more than that.”

           Your stomach twisted painfully, and you glanced up at him, unsure how to respond, your voice catching in your throat. You wanted to believe this nightmare was over, that you’d somehow paid your dues and could walk out of his office with your dignity intact.

           But Mr. Hotchner wasn’t finished with you. He regarded you coolly, one brow arching as he tilted his head slightly, watching your every reaction with dark amusement.

           “Same time next week?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question - it was an expectation, a demand disguised as a polite inquiry.

           You nodded, the movement slow and uncertain, the weight of his gaze making you feel trapped, cornered. “Okay… sir,” you whispered, your voice small and fragile.

           His smile deepened, satisfied, and gently patted your cheek. “Good girl.”

[cumulo-stratus]

dating hc's [a.h.]

what would it be like to date Aaron hotchner?

WARNINGS- slight mentions of periods, a little bit of an allusion to hanky panky, teeny tiny little mention of dysphoria

pairing- Aaron hotchner x gn!reader

genre- headcannons

wc- 0.5k

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a/n- this was very fun lol, and I hope you guys enjoy it because I haven't done much writing for Aaron. Guys don't get on me abt the requests, I'm working on them but this is one of the few things I've felt motivated to write about 😅Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

despite being cold around the team, he’s an ve absolute softy when it comes to you 

it's like a little switch flips in his head and he goes from serious mr boss man to just a little pile of love and affection for you 

but he only really expresses that love physically in private 

he doesn't like putting his relationship on blast for the world to see so the most he does when out with you is holding your hand/putting a hand on your thigh 

or MAYBE a little peck on the lips 

but once your through the door he's all over you 

hell put his arms around your waist or hugs you any chance he gets 

doing dishes at the sink? BOOM hands around waist and his head pressing soft kisses into your neck/shoulder

aaron also really likes to cuddle with you after cases 

like he always wants to be held 

especially cus he's such a boss at work, he needs to come home and be taken care of

he would just positively MELT if you like make some popcorn and put on his favorite movie and cuddled with him 

or if you hold his hand while getting ready for bed together 

he’s definitely the kind of guy who although hes grateful for bigger gestures, he would absolutely fall for the little things 

his love language is acts of service fs

like hell leave little notes for you in his things because he knows you take his things when hes gone on cases 

Or he'll bring you little snacks during the work day 

He loves to see you wear his clothes 

like if he comes home and your wearing one of his shirts, for what ever reason- he cant help but kiss you 

i think aaron’s kisses would be very gentle

cus like he knows he's a big/intimidating guy so he wants to be extra gentle to show his love for you

wouldn't be the first one to say i love you

after haley died he's afraid to make commitments, so he waits for you to say it first 

but would ofc say it back 

and this king would defo treat you like royalty 

wouldn't hesitate to get you something if you asked 

wouldn't hesitate to do things for you

and if you menstruate, this king would totally be there for you 

whether it’s indulging cravings 

or helping you if you experience dysphoria 

hell make a little blanket nest and stay with you as long as he can 

if you work at the BAU he leaves little sticky notes on your desk all the time 

he wouldn't be comfortable telling the team at first, but then if you encourage him he would tell them 

He's a thigh man, no more words needed 

Aaron wouldn't hesitate to spoil you fs 

He loves to see your face light up when he surprises you with dinner, or a book you wanted 

If you guys ever have an argument, he would be to stubborn to apologize first, but would always come to his senses 

When you put in public he's very protective of you

Like he'll put a subtle hand on your thigh, or arm around your waist 

[aaron-hotch]

NIGHTMARE OR REALITY ? | A.H

CHARACTERS : Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi.

RATING : ANGST. TW : blood, hallucinations, graphic description of wounds, vomiting.

A/N : English isn't my first language, so it is possible that there is some grammatical errors along the way. divider is from @enchanthings, icon by @ssahotchnerxx . Post-Mr Scratch/Peter Lewis. (10x21). No use of Y/N.

summary : Aaron told himself it wasn't that bad, he would forget about it. After all, Peter Lewis couldn't haunt him forever, could he?

The blood on his hands didn't seem to go away, yet he continued to scrub until he noticed pieces of skin, his own skin falling into the sink of his bathroom. Aaron dropped the bloody soap and almost ripped off his tie, opening his bloodstained shirt. He had let the doctors look at the wounds, wounds that healed but he knew that the physical injuries were only part of the damage inflicted by Peter Lewis -Mr. Scratch-, he saw Reid collapse again, he saw Morgan's face, he closed his eyes trying to push the images back. Bile rose in his throat and he rushed to the bathroom to vomit, Aaron coughed violently and let go of the toilet bowl, his head hit the wall and he groaned closing his eyes. Like a child, Aaron folded his legs against his chest, he slid his arms around his knees trying to hold back the tears that burned his eyes.

He had told Dave that everything was fine, he had offered a weak smile to the team, hoping that they could just forget. That wouldn't be the case, he knew that very well but hope had never killed anyone, right? Aaron looked at the bathroom wall but he was lost in his thoughts, in his memories. Nasty whiny brat, his father's voice burst into his mind, he slid his hands over his ears, praying that his father's voice would be silent. He didn't want to relive the traumatic moments of his childhood, he didn't want to be here, he just wanted to disappear.

Aaron!

He jumped, by reflex, and hit the mirror which cracked under the impact. It took him several seconds to notice the wounds on his hand, new wounds, fresher, just as painful. Aaron staggered back and barely caught himself on the wall, he could feel his breathing becoming short, he let out a groan as his legs turned to cotton. He collapsed to the floor, he felt the cold and unpleasant tiles of the motel bathroom, he felt the blood flowing from the wounds on his hand. He was unable to move at that moment, unable to make a sound, he couldn't call for help and he was too proud for that anyway. Aaron just blinked, he had no strength left, maybe he was just too tired and needed to sleep. He would wake up with a clear head, right?

"Aaron, are you okay?" Dave's voice called behind the room's door.

He swallowed, his mouth was dry and he could only produce a high-pitched moan. He heard voices behind his bedroom door, he closed his eyes and remained still, he had no strength left, not even to try to get up. The bedroom door opened, he blinked trying to make the tears disappear, he didn't want Dave to see him like this, weak, so weak. Dave leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder before helping him up, Aaron staggered with difficulty to his bed, he managed to sit up but his body continued to shake. Weak, his father's voice repeated, so weak. He slid his hands over his ears in an almost childish gesture, he noticed that Dave was frowning, he put a reassuring hand on Aaron's shoulder.

"Aaron." Dave said in a calm and gentle voice, "the worst thing to do is to withdraw into yourself, you need to talk to someone. Please."

"I'm fine" Aaron replied in a hoarse voice, "you can go."

He stood up with difficulty avoiding Dave's gaze who shook his head, Aaron simply ignored him by sitting on a chair, he ran his hand through his hair, he could feel Dave's gaze on him, but he didn't have to worry, right? After all, Aaron Hotchner was always fine.

It was a lie, of course but after all, no one would see the slightest difference.

[inexplicablymine]

Mr. Party Hardy

The second work in my Ace Alex series and a direct follow up to Mr. BodyPillow

Delicate isn’t the kind of word that would describe Alex Claremont-Díaz, not in this world or any other. He is fiery passion and loud excited exaltations on whatever subject has currently caught his fancy. He is explosive lacrosse plays, the effusive energy he’s told he radiates. Nobody has ever treated him like he is something delicate, soft. Someone who needs a “Caution: Handle with Care” sign. He didn’t realize he needed that kind of care so badly. But Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor does that and then some. A look into what college parties look like for Mr. Party Hardy B.H. (Before Henry) and A.H. (After Henry)

Read it here

[anincompletelist]

rwrb fic recs round two! :D

HELLO! I was going to wait a bit longer before doing another rec, but I've read some phenomenal works lately and I wanted to share!

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I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In | doeyedgirlyevil | E | 42k | WIP

There he stood. Frozen. In the presence of a man who Henry was willing to swear before Queen and country, under pain of death, was the single most beautiful person on the face of the planet, and possibly several galaxies beyond. A man who possessed the kind of magnetic pull that could persuade Henry to believe in a Catholic God. A man Henry needed to get at least 800 kilometres away from before he caused an international scandal in a tea room at Kensington Palace. - Henry has a new equerry. And he's too hot for Henry's fragile, gay heart to handle. (AKA the Alex as Henry's equerry AU that I'm sure someone asked for)

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Mr. Party Hardy | @inexplicablymine | T+ | 7k

Delicate isn’t the kind of word that would describe Alex Claremont-Díaz, not in this world or any other. He is fiery passion and loud excited exhaltations on whatever subject has currently caught his fancy. He is explosive lacrosse plays, the effusive energy he’s told he radiates. Nobody has ever treated him like he is something delicate, soft. Someone who needs a “Caution: Handle with Care” sign. He didn’t realize he needed that kind of care so badly. But Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor does that and then some.  A look into what college parties look like for Mr. Party Hardy B.H. (before Henry) and A.H. (after Henry)

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the clementine thing | anonymous | 6k | T+

And, really, it doesn’t matter whether or not Alex explains it to Liam and the rest of his friends. They’ve never really discussed it between themselves through the years. Slowly, Alex had gone from asking Would you please peel this for me? to Please? to silently extending the citrus without any comment at all, just a soft smile. It’s one of the things that make them Alex-and-Henry; the silent conversations and the contentment in each other’s company. Now, as Alex starts to flourish through his position on the lacrosse team, his slew of AP classes, and his role in student government, getting him to slow down at all is a feat. The only way that Henry can do it, guaranteed, is by one of those innocuous little fruits. There’s nothing Alex can’t do—surely, he could peel a fucking orange if he felt so inclined—but Henry delights in being able to do this for him. (Five times Henry shares a clementine with Alex, and one time Alex returns the favor)

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they're gonna watch me disappear into the sun | @raysletters | 18k | M

Alex and Henry have been living together for four months already, and they couldn't be happier.

It all crumbles down when one morning, Henry is rushed to the hospital.

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get him alone | @congee4lunch | 103k | E

Alex looks at him, like Henry’s a speck of dirt on his pristine chinos. “Why would June send you to check up on me?” “Because I’m her best friend and you’re her brother?” “I always said she has bad taste.” “Well,” Henry smiles. It feels as placid on his face as it probably looks. “I would say the same thing, but family doesn’t account for one’s taste, unfortunately.”

(in which henry fox is june’s childhood best friend and alex claremont-diaz is june’s younger brother. as the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. until they begin falling into each other's beds.)

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the beagle, the ghost, and the wardrobe | @dumbpeachjuice | 11k | M

Henry’s new flat comes with one unexpected feature: it’s already inhabited. But not by a human. By a ghost.

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that's all for now! I want to do another one of these very soon once the halloween, huh fics have been revealed! until then! happy reading! :D

-- anincompletelist / sarah

[timelessxmemories]

Methinks Mr. A.H. is a little bit in love ✨✨✨

OH ABSOLUTELY HES SMITTEN -Tangerine

Who's that? -Archie Hopper

You -Tangerine

Oh! -Archie Hopper

[ask-jay-gatsby]

Dear Mr. Gatsby,

It's feels ridiculous to write over such a small thing, but I was wondering if you are much of a coffee drinker? I recently learnt how to make café Mazagran, coffee chilled with ice cubes and a lemon slice, and would very much recommend it in these warmer weathers.

With suggestion,

-A.H.

POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. 1 AUG 1922

Dear A. H.,

Never doubt that your queries are important to me! Any question, no matter how big or small, makes my day seem that much brighter. Especially when they’re from polite people.

As for coffee, yes, I drink it almost by the pot these days. I take it with cream and sugar.

I’ve never considered having it iced! Is this common practice where you’re from? And to think of adding lemon—I don’t think I could go so far, as it would curdle the cream, but it’s certainly a very interesting idea.

Thank you for enlightening me!

Sincerely and emphatically,

Jay Gatsby

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

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Fandoms I Write For:

✧ Marvel's MCU

✧ Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

✧ Mrs. Fletcher

✧ Glass Onion: Knives Out II

Who I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner

✧ Peggy Carter

✧ Angie Martenelli

✧ Dottie Underwood

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious

✧ Eve Fletcher

✧ Claire Debella

✧ Jen Barkley

✧ Carla Dunkler

Who I Write For but is not Requestable:

✧ Wanda Maximoff - assume that if I am writing her, she is Jewish. (This goes for the rest of the Maximoffs as well.)

Pairings I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli

✧ Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley x Reader

Alternative Universes and One-shots:

Red contains smut

Blue contains mature themes

White is general

Purple are the characters/ships

✧ Immortal A.H. (one-shot)

✧ Love Me When I Don't A.H. x R (AU)

✧ make me behave//like an animal A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ A Proposal and a Half A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ Electric Love (abandoned) || Love so Soft A.H. x R (AU)

✧ What I Sacrifice || What We Gain A.H. x R (two-shot)

✧ Paper Rings || you've got yourself stuck in a moment//now you can't get out || Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine C.D. x A.H., A.H. x R, C.D. x R, C.D. x A.H. x R (AU)

✧ Zoom Meeting C.D. x R

✧ Princess C.D. x R (one-shot)

✧ Soft Touches In Our Resting Place E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ I Think I Saw You E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ Business Office Pleasure A.H. x C.D. x J.B. (one-shot)

✧ Dancing in the Dark Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Alternatively Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Journey Wagatha (AU)

✧ An Unhealthy Obsession Wagatha x R (AU)

✧ Routine Cartenelli (one-shot)

Blurbs:

✧ Snapshot One A.H. x R

✧ Snapshot Two H.O. x A.H.

✧ Workout A.H. x K.B.

Inbox Asks:

✧ "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." A.H. x R

✧ "Please... Say something." W.M. x Unrequited R, mentions of A.H. x R

✧ "I don't need your clever sayings!" A.H. x R

✧ "Do you remember our last fued? I wouldn't want someone to lose their life again, would you?" Vampire!C.D. x R, A.H. x R, Implied past A.H. x Vampire!C.D.

✧ "I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you." A.H. x R

✧ "I can't pretend anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "Have you ever considered how it's making me feel?" A.H. x R

✧ "If you had kept your mouth shut then she'd- she'd still be here!"//"Don't underestimate me. I have far more power than you can even comprehend." A.H. x R

✧ "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" Paper Rings AU C.D. x A.H. x R

✧ "Please. Please just listen to me." A.H. x R

✧ "I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "I hope you're happy"//"What made you think I cared for you?" A.H. x R

✧ "Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?" A.H. x R, W.M. x R

✧ "Hey, look at me. I'm yours and no one can change that." A.H. x R

✧ "Are you jealous?" A.H. x R

✧ Money, Money, Money C.D. x A.H.

✧ Movie Night E.F. x R

✧ Lunch Break E.F. x C.D.

✧ Desire A.H. x E.F.

[str4wb3rry-m1lksh4k3s]

im so down bad rn

God the way they literally say ANYTHING to me just has me over here kicking my feet and giggling like a girl who got her crush to go with her to prom. They plague my mind at literally every moment throughout the day and THEY WERE IN MY DREAMS THE LAST FEW NIGHTS! Goodness i just want them to talk about anything that goes on in their silly little mind, and tell me about it. god they just rant about the shit their into and it has me in a literal fucking chokehold and makes me wanna commit vehicular manslaughter against orphans in the most loving way.

Me and them have been playing on VrChat together the past few days and its been so long since i genuinely felt this way about someone. They made me laugh so hard i sounded like a dying dolphin and holy shit i havent laughed like that IN TWO YEARS. They make mr so inexplicably happy whenever i get a notification from them on discord or instagram and the fact that [Runa] makes me so eager to get up in the morning and get ready is such a lovely feeling to have again. God, we havent known eachother or been dating for that long but just the thought of being able to call them mine makes me burst with elation and want to cry positively.

The way that they were so excited when a reference to Jurassic Park was made in The Tenth Floor: Part 2 filled my heart with so much joy i felt like i was going to explode. I just sat there with the dorkiest smile staring at their avatar, unable to do anything but agree with them as they got all happy. Good god, im positive this is love. Not the fake highschool love you do to get over someone, but one where you cherish the other person so much that it burns you to their core whenever they do anything and you just have to stop and admire their cute little goofy antics.

We have matching avatars in VrChat too which literally just adds fuel to the fire which is known as my heart in this case. The fact that they even wanted to spend time like that with me makes my heart ache. Everytime they reference something i told them in the past makes my knees feel like jello and my words get stuck in my throat. Nobody has ever made me feel this passionate about them before, and goodness gracious it kills me. Im on the edge of my seat whenever they start talking, and i never ever ever want that to change. One day i swear i will drive to their fucking house, despite living in different states, with as many gifts as i can possibly muster to bring. Ill give them my heart and soul.

But when I say this, I mean it fully. I would do anything for them. I want to have those childishly cheesy dates people envy. I would take them to every beautiful place and i severely want to make them feel so special about themself. If they were feeling sad i would bend over backwards just to get them feeling better, no matter the price. Goodness, i really really really just want the best for them. They deserve the world.

Me and them mainly talk on discord and the conversations we have fill my heart with so much admiration it kills me. One day I felt like I was dying mentally, and despite it being a big anniversary for them and their friend, they still checked in on me and wanted to make sure I was fine. Whenever we play games they make me freeze with how intelligent they are, and it makes me melt inside and i love that so much. Im literally crying as i write this because they make me feel so connected to this world. Ive always been disconnected and being able to feel complete again makes me so damn happy.

They never shame me for anything I say, and only tease lightly. We fit so well together, and I truly hope they feel that too. You make me so so happy, i genuinely hope you know that. Youve brightened up my life and im so thankful for that my nerdy tall ass hot sauce packet.

I love you so much Runa <3

- A.H.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Mr. Party Hardy

Mr. Party Hardy https://ift.tt/LGizrp6 by inexplicablymine Delicate isn’t the kind of word that would describe Alex Claremont-Díaz, not in this world or any other. He is fiery passion and loud excited exhaltations on whatever subject has currently caught his fancy. He is explosive lacrosse plays, the effusive energy he’s told he radiates. Nobody has ever treated him like he is something delicate, soft. Someone who needs a “Caution: Handle with Care” sign. He didn’t realize he needed that kind of care so badly. But Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor does that and then some. A look into what college parties look like for Mr. Party Hardy B.H. (before Henry) and A.H. (after Henry) Words: 7409, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Mr. Ace Alex Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Liam (Red White & Royal Blue), Spencer (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Liam/Spencer (Red White & Royal Blue) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Asexual Alex Claremont-Diaz, Asexual Character, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Pre-Slash, Established Relationship, Partying, college lacrosse, Lacrosse Player Alex Claremont-Diaz, Sexual Tension, Fluff and Angst, Panic Attacks, Relationship Discussions, Cuddle Coupons, Sexuality Affirmations, Snerdle, Snerdling via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/QHAsVOx November 11, 2023 at 03:10PM

[mariasont]

Parent-Teacher Conference - A.H

a/n: inspired by the show the nanny! major lover of mr sheffield and fran fine

masterlist

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pairings: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

summary: you are not happy with jack's teacher flirting with your boss

warnings: hotch staring at your ass!, jealous reader, flirty reader, would prob def get a complaint against her in the real world, but alas!

wc: 0.8k

I'm terribly sorry, but my cat died before I got here.

I actually was in a car wreck on the way. I know I look fine, but it was super traumatic.

Mr. Hotchner you look so good today! Me? Late! Never.

These were the series of apologies and excuses that you were rehearsing in your mind as you navigated your way through the school hallway. In your defense, your tardiness to the parent-teacher conference wasn't without reason. Jack's newfound rebellious phase had him ruining your pantyhose with deliberate runs. He found it hilarious. You found it anything but.

You mentally prepared for that all-too-familiar, intimidating glare from Mr. Hotchner, the kind that could make you feel like you were plummeting from a cliff. Not only were you running late, but you also anticipated a less-than-glowing report from Ms. Thompson about Jack's recent antics. And in the back of your mind, a nagging voice whispered that Mr. Hotchner would somehow find a way to blame you.

"Oh, Aaron, you're something else!" 

You stopped dead in your tracks, gaze locked on the scene unfolding before you. Ms. Thompson's voice took on a higher pitch, full of animation, her elbows subtly drawing her tits together, leaning into Mr. Hotchner's space with an ease that bordered on disrespectful. At least in your eyes.

Aaron? The casual use of Mr. Hotchner's first name sent your mood from sour to downright acrid. You strode into the classroom, inching your skirt higher and affixing a practiced, beaming smile to your face. It was all charm and no sincerity.

"So sorry I was late," you began, allowing a gentle sway in your step as you glided into the room, your heels clicking a measured tempo against the linoleum floor. You mustered all your willpower to not shoot daggers at the blonde headed teacher. "I didn't miss anything did I?"

As you stepped into view, both Ms. Thompson and Mr. Hotchner turned their eyes to you. Ms. Thompson's showed a flicker of surprise, while Mr. Hotchner's were like slits, scrutinizing. But even his discipline gaze dipped, albeit briefly, to the curve where your skirt ended. 

"Oh, I... I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Hotchner," she mumbled, her hands fumbling gracelessly with the papers on the desk, her lips pinched in a straight line.

You could nearly hear the thoughts churning in Mr. Hotchner's head as his lips parted to correct her. Hastily, you cut in, "An innocent mistake, I'm sure."

He raised an eyebrow, a wordless question hanging in the air. Ignoring it, you flashed a saccharine smile and took the seat by his side, linking your arm with his. His muscles tensed, a reaction that almost coaxed a giggle from you.

It was all too easy to get a rise out of him.

"My wife, the epitome of timeliness,"Mr. Hotchner states dryly, his grip of your arm tightening just a tad more than called for. 

To your astonishment, the remainder of the conference proceeded seamlessly from that point on. Ms. Thompson restrained herself, both in wardrobe and word, and unexpectedly showered Jack with praise.

Exiting the classroom alongside Mr. Hotchner, you noticed he paused just long enough to ensure Ms. Thompson was out of ear shot. That's when you felt the squeeze of his hand on your side, coming to rest on the curve of your lower back, the pressure didn't move even as you found yourselves alone in the hallway--and you were far from objecting.

"Really?"

Your shoulders rose and fell in a pretense of innocence, well aware that his perceptive eyes weren't fooled. You tilted into his shoulder, doing a mental victory dance when he made no move to distance himself.

"What?" you asked, clutching your purse tighter against your side as you paced forward. "I was just helping you out. She looked like she was about to jump your bones at any second."

Mr. Hotchner's face was unamused, per usual. "Your generosity knows no bounds."

"Right?" You were aware of his sarcasm, but that didn't deter you. Your shoulders bumped together as you made it to the exit. "Consider yourself lucky."

An eye roll was his immediate response, but you could almost sense the smile he was staunchly holding back. He would never admit it.

"Yes, how could I ever manage without you?"

He paused to open the door for you, following behind as you stepped outside. You squinted against the sun's harsh kiss before giving him a teasing wink over your shoulder. He looked really good in the sunlight. He could use more of it.

"You wouldn't."

You caught his eyes lingering not on your face, but lower--fixated on your skirt, more specifically your ass. You raised your brows in question. 

"I think you sat in something."

You let out a startled gasp, hands flying to the material of your skirt. It was your favorite. "What? Where?"

His hands found their way to your waist, gently pivoting you for a better view, while your eyes settled on the stretch of road before you. "Oh, nope, my mistake. Looking good."

Your laughter spilled out uncontrollably, realizing just what he was doing. Cheeky man. And completely out of character, but you liked it. "Mr. Hotchner!"

 "I take my role as husband very seriously."

taglist: @hotchhner @khxna

[agathaharkussy]

-–✽ What We Can Get For You ✽–-

Main-blog and Other Fandom Related Accounts:

✧ My ko-fi for those who want to leave little gifts for me 💜

✧ @our-blood-is-our-ink - my main blog. It's chaotic and horny as fuck on there. Just like this blog, it is 18+ only due to the mature and nsfw content that is on it.

✧ Skylar_Inkstone - the AO3 where I have other works up that I don't here

Please note I only write wlw. I will not accept any requests for anything else.

»✧« Please note as well that when requesting from me, I require basic politeness if I'm to honor a request. A "please" and a "thank you" isn't too hard to remember. I am a person behind this screen and will not tolerate people demanding writing of me. »✧«

Fandoms I Write For:

✧ Marvel's MCU

✧ Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

✧ Mrs. Fletcher

✧ Glass Onion: Knives Out II

Who I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner

✧ Peggy Carter

✧ Angie Martenelli

✧ Dottie Underwood

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious

✧ Eve Fletcher

✧ Claire Debella

✧ Carla Dunkler

Who I Write For but is not Requestable:

✧ Wanda Maximoff - assume that if I am writing her, she is Jewish. (This goes for the rest of the Maximoffs as well.)

Pairings I Write For:

✧ Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness

✧ Agnes Bohner x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

✧ Agnes Bohner x Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli

✧ Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Angie Martenelli x Dottie Underwood

✧ Peggy Carter x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Reader

✧ Dr. Oliva Octavious x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Reader

✧ Eve Fletcher x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness

✧ Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley

✧ Claire Debella x Jen Barkley x Reader

Alternative Universes and One-shots:

Red contains smut

Blue contains mature themes

White is general

Purple are the characters/ships

✧ Immortal A.H. (one-shot)

✧ Love Me When I Don't A.H. x R (AU)

✧ make me behave//like an animal A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ A Proposal and a Half A.H. x R (one-shot)

✧ Electric Love (abandoned) || Love so Soft A.H. x R (AU)

✧ What I Sacrifice || What We Gain A.H. x R (two-shot)

✧ Paper Rings || you've got yourself stuck in a moment//now you can't get out || Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine C.D. x A.H., A.H. x R, C.D. x R, C.D. x A.H. x R (AU)

✧ Zoom Meeting C.D. x R

✧ Princess C.D. x R (one-shot)

✧ Soft Touches In Our Resting Place E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ I Think I Saw You E.F. x R (one-shot)

✧ Business Office Pleasure A.H. x C.D. x J.B. (one-shot)

✧ Dancing in the Dark Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Alternatively Wagatha (one-shot)

✧ Journey Wagatha (AU)

✧ An Unhealthy Obsession Wagatha x R (AU)

✧ Routine Cartenelli (one-shot)

Blurbs:

✧ Snapshot One A.H. x R

✧ Snapshot Two H.O. x A.H.

✧ Workout A.H. x K.B.

Inbox Asks:

✧ "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." A.H. x R

✧ "Please... Say something." W.M. x Unrequited R, mentions of A.H. x R

✧ "I don't need your clever sayings!" A.H. x R

✧ "Do you remember our last fued? I wouldn't want someone to lose their life again, would you?" Vampire!C.D. x Reader, A.H. x R, Implied A.H. x Vampire!C.D.

✧ "I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you." A.H. x R

✧ "I can't pretend anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "Have you ever considered how it's making me feel?" A.H. x R

✧ "If you had kept your mouth shut then she'd- she'd still be here!"//"Don't underestimate me. I have far more power than you can even comprehend." A.H. x R

✧ "Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" Paper Rings AU C.D. x A.H. x R

✧ "Please. Please just listen to me." A.H. x R

✧ "I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore." A.H. x R

✧ "I hope you're happy."//"What made you think I cared for you?" A.H. x R

✧ "Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?" A.H. x R, W.M. x R

✧ "Hey, look at me. I'm yours and no one can change that." A.H. x R

✧ "Are you jealous?" A.H. x R

✧ Money, Money, Money C.D. x A.H.

✧ Movie Night E.F. x R

✧ Lunch Break E.F. x C.D.

✧ Desire A.H. x E.F.

[aaronburrdaily]

January 29, 1809

Went to bed at 1 in bad order. Was waked at 8; a most infernal sore throat and too drowsy to rise; lay till 1/2 p. 11. John M’Donald came in at least twenty times. At 1 came in Lord Justice Clerk in consequence of my note. Sat 3/4 hour, when J. Hope came in. Lord Justice Clerk zealous in X affairs, but does not go to work right. Sor. 1/2 p. 2. To Captain M’Dowell’s, whom I found alone. Sat 1/2 hour and parted com. fau.¹ Called on M’lle Williamson, who was at dinner. At 5 went to dine at J. Gordon’s of Craig. Y: Mr. and Madame Gordon; Dr. ———, hom. disp.²; Mr. Gordon of Kirkb’t; Mrs. Hill, born in Halifax, and M'lle Hill. Madame H. is one of the committee of the House ot Industry; M’lle much interested. After dinner talked very freely of judiciary, of jury, of lunatics and paupers. No one knew anything of J.B. except Madame G., to whom I had talked before. Mr. Gordon, son of Sir Alexander, walked home with me. Found invitation from the Lord Advocate and cards of Sir A.H. M’Kenzie and Mr. Vic. Clerk.

1  For comme il faut. As was fitting, i.e., as men should part. 2  Probably for homme disputeur. A disputatious man.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42236928

Perchance to Dream by OliOcelot Once upon a time, there were two men who stood at the top of their field. From the outside, they were men of science. A surgeon and an inventor. Hidden beneath that, they were men of magic and awe, the mystic arts and impossible extremes. They were doctors at the surface, and magicians at heart. But this story is not about them. Not really. This story is about a boy and a girl and a bet. A wager, rather, that will span both lifetimes, and while attempting to pit them against one another will only intertwine them further… — Peter and Michelle, students of famed magicians Tony Stark and Stephen Strange, are set against each other in a competition unlike any other. The venue is that of a traveling circus, where time seems to stand still and reality and magic blur together until it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. They attempt to outdo one another with performances and various displays of phenomenal power, but eventually each production becomes less of a challenge and more of a love letter, and Peter and Michelle eventually have to wonder - is there really a need for a winner? — Aka the Night Circus Spideychelle AU that no one asked for. Words: 3895, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Ned Leeds, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, Teddy Altman, Gwen Stacy, Flash Thompson, Felicia Hardy, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanof, Penny Parker, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff (mentioned), Vision (mentioned), Miles Morales (mentioned), Cindy Moon (mentioned) Relationships: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Flash Thompson & Gwen Stacy & Felicia Hardy, Billy Kaplan & Tommy Shepherd, Peter Parker & Billy Kaplan & Tommy Shepherd, Peter Parker & Bucky Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - no heroes, Night Circus AU, Tony Stark is Peter Parker’s Mentor, Stephen Strange is Michelle Jones’ Mentor, Frozen in Time (kind of), Peter and MJ are magicians, Intended Rivals to Lovers, Ned Leeds reads Tarot, Peter and MJ are Celia and Marco, Tony and Stephen are Hector Bowen and Mr. A.H., but also not as awful, Ned is Isobel, Billy and Tommy are Poppet and Widget, Teddy is Bailey, lots of character cameos happening in this, shameless quoting of The Night Circus, Spideychelle Big Bang 2022, major character death but also kind of not major character death, it's complicated - Freeform, minor character death for sure though, we thought it best to tag just in case