#oc: spence hunter

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i swear i’ll return to hermitposting soon but while i’m on vacation take some oc stuff i made 🙏

crazy how i played kingdom of loathing in 2018 and the oc interest is still going strong today

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*disc: this fic contains graphic material such as rape,assault,homicide,explicit language,etc. It is a work of fiction based on the show Criminal Minds, It will be an alternate universe meaning it will NOT follow the time sequence or character plots exact to the show. I do not own these characters aside from my own oc and do not own the images used.

Chapter 46 Unspoken Things

Morning came softly.

Muted sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting warm, broken lines across the sheets tangled around their legs. Hunter stirred first, her arm stretched across the bed, brushing against cool linen.

For a moment, there was stillness—no heaviness, no weight. Just the faint birdsong from outside and the distant hum of a world still turning.

Reid watched her from where he sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, tousled, and thoughtful. His fingers pressed against his lips like he was still holding last night there. His eyes drifted over her, curled against his pillow, long lashes resting against her cheek, curls wild and soft across her shoulders.

He couldn’t stop staring.

He hadn’t slept much—maybe an hour or two—but he didn’t care. His body felt wired, like electricity still surged in his chest. But it wasn’t anxiety or fear. For the first time in what felt like forever, it was hope. Fire. Desire, no longer repressed and buried behind logic and hesitation.

She was here. She chose him.

And suddenly, the restraint he’d built around himself for so long—years, maybe—began to snap loose.

He leaned over her, gently brushing the hair from her cheek. She stirred again, eyes fluttering open, still fogged with sleep.

“You didn’t sleep,” she murmured.

“I did a little,” he said, voice low. “Not tired.”

She rolled toward him, her hand finding his knee, a soft curve of a smile pulling at her lips.

He was looking at her like a man unchained. And when he leaned in this time, his kiss was not hesitant, not soft and searching—it was deep, slow, hungry.

Her breath caught.

He kissed her again, and again, until she was under him without even realizing she’d moved.

“Spence…”

He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her with heat in his eyes, hands trailing beneath the shirt she hadn’t bothered to change out of. His mouth found her neck, slow kisses warming against her skin, then down her collarbone.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” she whispered.

“I’m not going to be,” he said against her skin.

He moved with intent, guiding her back into the sheets as his hands roamed. Her thighs parted for him easily, his name already on her lips in broken whispers. His mouth worshipped her body like he was claiming every inch, each kiss lower sending shivers down her spine.

When he finally slid inside her again, it was different—no longer careful, but needing. A rhythm built from all the restraint he’d bottled up.

She moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust deep, slow at first, then faster, his lips claiming hers again. He gripped her hand and pinned it beside her head, other arm around her back, anchoring her like he couldn’t let her go even if he wanted to.

“Mine,” he breathed in her ear, hips rocking into her. “You’re mine.”

She arched, gasping, pulling him even closer.

And he lost himself in her—her heat, her breath, the way she whispered his name like a prayer.

The crescendo was tangled limbs, breathless moans, her nails clawing into his back as she shattered around him, and him burying himself deeper with one last gasp of her name before release tore through him like lightning.

They stayed like that, bodies pressed tight, breath mingling in the silence.

She reached for the nightstand wordlessly.

He didn’t see what she grabbed until she gently placed something in his hand—her engagement ring. The diamond still gleamed, small and sharp.

“I don’t want to wear it anymore,” she whispered, eyes meeting his. “I don’t want what it meant.”

He stared at it in his palm, unmoving.

“I want you to be the last man who ever sees me like this,” she said quietly. “And the first one I chose.”

Reid swallowed hard.

No words came.

But his hand wrapped around the ring—and her fingers right after—and he kissed her again with everything he’d ever wanted to say.

————-

Chapter 47 Tell Me Without Telling Me

They didn’t mean to sleep in.

Actually, they didn’t mean to stay gone for that long at all.

Hunter was the first to stir, the sun already high in the sky and birds outside her safe house window chirping a little too happily for her mood. She blinked against the light, wrapped in a bedsheet, and realized that for once, she didn’t feel like she was sinking.

She felt lighter. Still guarded. But lighter.

Reid lay behind her, one arm draped loosely around her waist, his bare chest rising and falling steadily against her back. She turned slightly to watch him—lashes resting peacefully on his cheeks, lips parted slightly. His face, usually taut with mental strain, was finally soft.

Peace looked good on him.

It wasn’t until she glanced at the clock that her stomach flipped.

“Oh, shit…”

Reid stirred. “What time is it?”

She sat up, grabbing for his shirt that was closest. “We missed the check-in.”

His eyes snapped open.

“I was supposed to report to Hotch last night.” He sat up, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “We were supposed to be at the field office.”

They moved in a silent rush, the kind that only comes after intimacy—his hands brushing her waist as she tugged on jeans, her fingers fixing his tie as he fumbled to button his shirt. The air buzzed between them still, unspoken things dancing in every glance and graze of fingertips.

When they finally arrived at the BAU’s temporary base in New Orleans, the silence was deafening.

Garcia stood frozen at her monitor, half a smoothie dripping down the side of her glass. JJ looked up from the case files, her brows lifting. Rossi leaned back with that unreadable, all-knowing smirk of his.

Hotch’s stare was daggers.

“You’re late,” he said flatly.

Hunter cleared her throat, straightening her posture like she was back in uniform.

“We had… delays.”

Morgan raised a brow at that. Reid didn’t offer any explanation. He just went to the board like it was any other day, shuffling through a stack of files—cool, calm… almost smug?

“Reid, you good?” Morgan asked slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Reid looked up. “Never better.”

Morgan blinked. “Okay…”

The change was subtle, but it was there. Hunter wasn’t walking like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. She was still guarded, sure, but her energy had shifted. A little less armor, a little more… glow?

And Reid? He wasn’t nervously fidgeting or throwing sidelong glances anymore. He stood near her without guilt weighing him down, and when she leaned over his shoulder to glance at the map, she smelled faintly like him—his cologne, his shampoo. Morgan clocked it immediately.

“Interesting,” he muttered under his breath.

Rossi leaned over to him. “Took them long enough.”

Garcia practically skipped up to Hunter with a file and a grin too wide to be innocent.

“So,” she whispered. “You okay? You look… radiant. Radiant with a capital R.”

Hunter just gave her a look. “We slept. That’s all.”

“Mhm. Sure. You ‘slept.’ And I’m the Queen of England.”

From across the table, Reid’s ears turned a deep shade of red.

JJ and Emily shared a glance and a quiet smile. Even Hotch, beneath the stern exterior, seemed to ease just a hair. Whatever had cracked open between the two of them had shifted more than just chemistry—it had cracked something in the team's emotional armor, too.

But the window for peace was always short.

Garcia’s phone buzzed. She picked it up, eyes narrowing, fingers tapping.

“We’ve got something,” she said. “A ping just came through from one of Eli’s ghost accounts.”

All heads lifted.

“What kind of ping?” Hotch asked, instantly back to business.

“A message. Just two words: ‘Next move.’ And the trace is bouncing between Baton Rouge and Alexandria.”

Hunter and Reid exchanged a glance, the moment between them tucked quietly back into the vault—for now.

“Looks like we’re back on the clock,” Morgan said, grabbing his go bag.

Hunter turned, expression steady, but her hand lingered at the small of Reid’s back for half a second longer than necessary.

And just like that, the mission was back in motion.

But this time, something had changed—and they all knew it.

————

Chapter 48 Don’t Say It Unless You Mean It

The SUV rumbled down I-49 South, the sky dimming as they neared Alexandria. Reid sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the digital case file on his tablet, but his mind was elsewhere. It had been ever since they left the station.

Morgan, hands steady on the wheel, glanced at him.

“You keep doing that,” he said after a long silence.

Reid blinked. “Doing what?”

“Pretending you’re focused on work when you’ve got a literal mental hurricane going on in that head of yours.”

Reid opened his mouth, closed it. Then slowly reached into his pocket.

He held out the small, glinting ring. Her engagement ring.

Morgan’s brows lifted, but he didn’t say anything at first. He waited.

“She gave it to me,” Reid said quietly, thumb brushing over the stone. “After everything. After… both times.”

Morgan gave a small exhale, eyes still on the road but his voice low and certain.

“She’s not the type to give anything without meaning.”

“I know,” Reid said, voice tight. “I think that’s what scares me the most. That it wasn’t impulsive. That it was intentional.”

Morgan gave him a long, side glance.

“She chose you. So stop walking around like you're just a footnote in her story.”

Reid swallowed hard.

“She said Eli doesn’t get to control what she feels anymore.”

“Then don’t you let him control how you love her either.”

Reid went quiet again, the ring still in his hand. He didn’t say another word, but when Morgan looked over again, the ring was gone—tucked away in Reid’s chest pocket, safe

————-

Across the convoy, in a separate SUV, the conversation was… different.

Hunter was sandwiched between JJ and Emily in the backseat, trying to shrink into her jacket, but there was no escaping the gleam in their eyes. Garcia sat up front, turned halfway around with her knee wedged against the console.

“So,” Emily started, “you gonna talk about it or should we all just pretend your mouth didn’t taste like Spencer’s cologne this morning?”

Hunter gave her a flat look. “You’re all deranged.”

“Oh please,” Garcia laughed. “You were glowing. JJ saw it, I saw it, Emily smelled it.”

JJ raised a hand. “Guilty.”

Hunter sighed, staring out the window. “We didn’t plan for it. It just… happened.”

“Twice?” JJ pressed with a knowing smirk.

Hunter shot her a look. “Seriously?”

Emily whistled. “My girl.”

Garcia let out a dreamy sigh. “Okay, but was it gentle genius or freaky professor?”

Hunter buried her face in her hands.

“Definitely option two,” JJ guessed with a grin.

Hunter didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. The silence, the flushed cheeks, the tiny curve of her lips—it said everything.

Garcia gave an exaggerated swoon. “He turned you into a human puddle, didn’t he?”

Hunter groaned. “I’m never telling you anything again.”

“You don’t have to. It’s written all over you,” Emily said, softer now. “But seriously… you okay?”

Hunter looked out the window again, her voice a bit quieter.

“I think I’m finally starting to be.”

There was a moment of stillness, shared glances between the women that carried more weight than words. Relief. Joy. Hope.

Then Garcia popped a gummy bear in her mouth and grinned.

“Alright, let’s go find this psycho and make him pay.”

“Team Glimmer of Revenge?” JJ offered.

Emily nodded. “Let’s light him up.”

—————-

Chapter 49 The Last Word

The evidence came like a lightning strike.

Thanks to Garcia’s digital sifting, and the field team’s follow-through with Morgan and Rossi on the ground, they’d finally found it—surveillance footage from one of the old safehouses Eli had used during his trafficking schemes. It wasn’t just damning. It was nuclear. It showed victims, transactions, and most importantly: Eli himself. Smiling. Giving orders. Clear as day.

“Signed, sealed, and about to be delivered,” Garcia whispered as she transferred the files to federal prosecutors.

Hotch looked across the roundtable, his jaw tight. “This is enough. It’s time.”

——-

The trial was rushed forward under federal jurisdiction due to the high-profile nature of the charges. Sex trafficking. Conspiracy. Attempted murder. Psychological warfare. The press exploded with it—headlines dubbed it The Phantom Fiancé Trial, turning Hunter’s story into national news overnight.

Each member of the BAU was subpoenaed to testify.

Rossi was first, cool and composed, detailing their pursuit of Eli’s network and how the manipulation worked. JJ followed, her voice steady but fierce as she recounted the profiles, the threats, the way Hunter had been isolated.

Morgan’s testimony was passionate, laced with an undercurrent of guilt. “He came after one of ours. And he did it knowing exactly what he was doing. That wasn’t just abuse. That was warfare.”

Reid took the stand in his pressed blazer and steady hands. But when he spoke, his voice cracked with raw honesty.

“He weaponized her fear. He made her question the people who loved her the most. And still… she found her way back.”

And then came Hunter.

The courtroom held its breath as she stepped up to the witness stand in a simple black blouse and trousers, her natural curls cascading around her shoulders, no trace of hesitation in her step. She looked straight at the man who tried to break her.

“When I met Elijah, I thought I was strong. But strength isn’t silence. It’s not smiling through abuse or pretending to be okay. It’s standing here and saying his name out loud… and not flinching.”

Reporters scribbled notes furiously. One of the court artists stopped sketching just to listen.

Hunter leaned in closer to the mic.

“He used to tell me no one would believe me. That people like him always win. But you’re here now, Elijah. In front of the world. And you’ve lost.”

Eli, red-faced, slammed his fists on the table. “You don’t get to say that to me—”

He surged from his seat, lunging toward the stand. A flurry of officers tackled him instantly, and the courtroom erupted in chaos. The judge banged his gavel repeatedly.

“Mr. Elijah, you are done. Sit him down.”

Hunter didn’t even flinch.

Reid stood the moment Eli moved. Morgan moved faster, instinctively stepping toward the witness box. But Hunter… she stayed frozen in that same fierce stillness. Eyes locked on Eli.

And for once, he looked small.

Later that evening, footage from the trial ran on every major news outlet. They showed her speech. Her calm. The way Eli screamed her name like it would still hold power.

But it didn’t.

Not anymore.

Hunter Simone Brooks had taken her voice back.

——————-

Chapter 50 The Verdict

The jury was only out for six hours.

When the foreperson stood, the courtroom became still. Hunter sat beside Reid, hands laced in her lap, her face unreadable. Morgan stood behind them, arms crossed. Hotch, Rossi, and JJ flanked the gallery in sharp suits, their presence a wall of silent support.

The judge leaned forward. “Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?”

“We have, Your Honor.”

“In the matter of the United States versus Elijah Wright,on the count of conspiracy to traffic women and minors…”

She inhaled.

“We find the defendant guilty.”

The words echoed.

“…On the count of kidnapping…”

“Guilty.”

“…On the count of attempted murder…”

“Guilty.”

“…On the charge of psychological coercion with intent to manipulate federal agents…”

“Guilty.”

Eli didn’t look up. He just stared at the table, lips twitching with rage.

Hunter’s hand gripped Reid’s under the table. He squeezed back, and for once, didn’t let go.

The judge’s gavel came down once more. “Sentencing will follow, but let it be known—justice was delivered today.”

Reporters flooded out of the courtroom. The flashbulbs started before they even hit the courthouse steps.

Hunter didn’t say anything.

She just breathed.

And for the first time in a long, long time—

It felt like hers.

Epilogue One Year Later

The strip club was loud.

Flashing lights. Smoke in the air. Garcia was already complaining about her boots sticking to the floor.

“I swear to God, if one more man offers me a lap dance…” she muttered, nudging JJ.

JJ laughed. “At least it’s warm in here.”

Backstage, Reid stood near the exit, earpiece in, reading over the floor schematics again.

Morgan leaned in next to him. “You good?”

“Yeah.” Reid adjusted his collar. “Just distracted.”

Morgan squinted at him. “That nervous ring box still in your pocket?”

Reid didn’t answer. But the look gave it away.

“You sure about the timing?”

“She’s happier now. Stronger. I’ve been holding onto it long enough.”

Meanwhile, in the dressing room, Hunter leaned over the sink, suddenly flushed.

Garcia looked up from her compact. “Girl, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She shook her head. “I think it was the coffee.”

JJ eyed her. “You’ve been off lately. Nausea, sore back, headaches…”

Hunter opened her mouth to respond—then promptly rushed to the trash can and threw up.

JJ and Garcia froze.

Garcia blinked. “Okay… either you’re getting the flu or someone’s gonna be shopping for baby onesies soon.”

Hunter stood, wiping her mouth slowly, staring into space.

“…I’m never late,” she muttered to herself.

The comms crackled in their ears. “Move in five,” Hotch ordered. “Everyone ready.”

Hunter pulled her jacket back on, heart racing for two reasons now.

Outside, Reid was pacing. Finger on the velvet ring box in his jacket. He didn’t know about the morning sickness. About the positive test waiting for her after the case. He just knew… this was it.

No more waiting.

No more surviving.

They were building something now.

Together.

And not even the job could take that away anymore.

————-

The raid was clean.

One suspect detained at the exit. The other caught trying to sneak through the side alley. Hunter didn’t even need to draw her gun—though her hand hovered near it the entire time. She moved like a shadow beside Reid, all precision and fire.

And he watched her.

He always watched her.

But now, something in him surged louder than the logic. Louder than the what-ifs and the maybe-nots and the too-lates. The job was done. The cuffs were on.

It was time.

The team regrouped in the back parking lot under the wash of neon lights and early dawn. Everyone was cracking jokes about breakfast and debating greasy spoons when Reid cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, cutting through the noise.

They turned. Even Hotch paused.

Hunter turned to him, brows lifted slightly, her hair wind-swept and messy from the action. God, she was beautiful.

He stepped closer.

“I wasn’t sure when I’d say this. I didn’t want to rush you. I didn’t want to be another decision you had to make when everything already felt like survival.”

She swallowed, heartbeat picking up.

“But this past year? You fought for your life. For your peace. And even when you didn’t know it… you were letting me in.”

Hunter’s eyes were wide. Her breath caught.

Reid pulled the small black box from his coat pocket and opened it slowly.

“I don’t want to be another shadow in your story. I want to be your light. The quiet after the storm. I want every moment with you—loud or soft. I want a family with you, a future, mornings with your hair on my pillow, coffee we never get to finish because we’re running late for a flight.”

He held the ring out to her.

“And even if you’re already wearing a secret I don’t know about yet…” His gaze flicked to her stomach. “That only makes me want this more.”

Hunter blinked fast. Tears welled.

JJ gasped softly.

Garcia choked out, “Oh my God—Spencer!”

But neither of them broke eye contact.

“Say yes,” he whispered, eyes full of everything he had left.

She didn’t say anything.

She launched herself into his arms.

Her lips crashed against his, and the way she kissed him wasn’t soft or slow—it was hungry. Grateful. Terrified. Home.

When they finally broke apart, her voice trembled.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, you beautiful, stubborn genius. Yes.”

Reid slipped the ring on her finger—her real one this time—and pulled her back into his arms.

Morgan chuckled, wiping under his eyes. “It’s about damn time.”

Rossi nodded with a grin. “Every good profiler knows when it’s the real thing.”

Hotch didn’t say much.

Just smiled. A full, honest smile.

———

Final Lines Later that night, curled in Reid’s bed, Hunter traced his chest with slow fingers.

“I was gonna tell you,” she murmured.

“I know,” he said, already rubbing her back. “But I kind of like that we found out together.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered. “Of being a mom. Of not getting it right.”

Reid turned, kissing her hair.

“You will. You already fought harder than most ever do. You’re already stronger than you know.”

And beneath the covers, their fingers laced.

A new chapter beginning—this time, not as survivors.

But as something greater.

Together.

[nomadicauthor287]

Wild West AU

Sorry this took so long y’all! Enjoy! Be sure to like and reblog!

In the year of the force 1865, the great civil war came to a close. But with the end came a great cost, although the separatists lost, the republic lost as well with the mass execution of the generals for reasons of treason against the president. The republic was burned and a new order rose from the ashes. The Empire took over different territories claiming it was for peace but little by little it turned into tyranny.

Wrecker: Luther “Wrecker” Warner

Echo: Lewis “Echo” Sloan (Pair of revolvers)

Hunter: Bernard “Hunter” Spence (knives, knives, axes)

Crosshairs: Julius “Crosshairs” Spears

Tech: Irving “Tech” Bullock

Crosshairs is a Lieutenant Colonel in the Empire. A ruthless man is known for his remarkable marksmanship. Troops on both sides called him an angel of death because he just needed one shot to kill his target.

He rose through the ranks with his ruthless nature until he made his way up to Lieutenant Colonel.

But only a few people know about his one weakness. His little sister, Omega, is only 7 years old but smart as a whip and prodigy at strategy games.

Crosshair doesn’t trust anyone with his youngest sister. While he is an angel of death, she is an angel of life

Her brother tests her by challenging her to either chess matches and with hypothetical situations of battle with dioramas she made

Those tests were actually plans he uses to train his troops for battle

Also, battle strategies he uses

When Omega finds out what her strategies were made for battle and saw what happened to the systems after they swept through she was horrified

Lately, the Empire has been dealing with bandits that have been intercepting telegrams to steal supplies

Weapons

Food

Crosshair is tasked with the capture of these bandits

Some time passes and Omega makes a plan to escape

When she does escape her supplies and horse are immediately stolen once night falls

So she walks to town where she sells her headband given to her by her governess (Nala Se)

She walks into a local saloon and gets some grub

There was no other place to sit except next to this group of mercenaries talking about their next job

They question her why she’s sitting next to them and why she doesn’t move

She says she feels comfortable around them and the bespeckled fellow comments that that has never happened before

Their longhair leader questions her on why she’s here and where her parents are

She tells them she’s on a mission to save her people in the village she ran away from

She follows them to a saloon run by Cid

She’s one of the most successful women on that side of the West

They do jobs for ammo and supplies

She stows away on their wagon the next day when they go on a job

Wrecker is a wild man who loves nature and all her creatures

has a burro named Burrito

A Jackalope named Lula

Hunter is their big brother and leader of the group

Sometimes he doesn’t know what he’s doing

Echo is handicapped from the war but that doesn’t mean he can’t fight

He may not look it but he’s got plenty of fight left in him to find out what happened to his brother

Tech is the smartest and dumbest one out of all of them

He can tap into telegram lines as well as make all their equipment

The job they go on is to track someone who’s been kidnapping people

Zygerrians trying to bring slavery back

Omega makes herself useful and helps them recover the kidnapped people plus their target, Muchi

On that job she claims a bow from a boy who thanks her for saving him

Wrecker decided to let her stay with them

So they let Omega stay with them

Some time passes and Omega learns new skills from them

How to change a wheels

How to lasso creatures

Tap into telegram lines

Cook

Pan for gold

Next job they have to retrieve stolen resources

This time they enlist the help of the crew called the Green Phantoms

The Green Phantoms- (my OCs)

[I’ll do a character board soon]

10 members in all

They were an elite team made by a third party

They thought if kids with mystic powers were trained from infants they would be stronger

With training and surgical enhancements, it would make them stronger

They were said to be myths because there was no proof they existed because most targets associated with them were killed by “natural” causes or went missing

Luna Blade

Othed Dragoah

Verk Wress

Cam Tretey

Barux Rhitron

Ser Limser

Vonich Jhuc

Res Blonir

Ciara Blade

Koji

They track down the supplies to a remote part of the west in a canyon

They make Omega the lookout in case something goes wrong

There it’s rumored that there is a whole family of inbreds who ride on the backs of keeradaks

Once they have a visual on the supply cart they hold the Patriarch at gunpoint and tell him to bring out the rest of his family with their hands up

Turns out that wasn’t a good idea because his whole clan comes out

Someone fires a shot but it wasn’t anyone on the ground and the bantha pulling the wagon freaks out and runs

Tech and Ciara drive the cart while the others fight off the clan

The family chase them down on keeradaks

Some of the family board the cart and attack the drives until Hunter and Luna on horseback fought them off while the rest of the Green Phantoms fight off those on top of the cart

During all of this though Barux was negotiating moonshine prices with the matriarch

Rango - Water chase

The family starts tossing dynamite at them

Then Koji gets lasso’d off the wagon which helps her board and then rides the keeradak

Towards the end of the line, someone shoots one of the wheels off of the wagon and it comes to a stop

Turns out the cart was a trap and was full of imperial soldiers

All of them are captured and are put under arrest by order of Lieutenant Colonel Julius Spears or Crosshair

He beats both Luna and Hunter for the location of his sister

“Is this any way to treat your brother Julius!” Luna spat

Omega who was hiding in the distance with Burrito

“Brother?” she questions

She was shocked that the men who took her in were actually her brothers

Luna causes a distraction that lets Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, and Ciara escape with Omega

They all run away to a ranch run by their friend Cut where they hideout for a few days

End of part 1?

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Flufftober day 15

@flufftober

prompt: accidents don’t happen accidentally

characters: echo, nyks, emberly, spence, haven

warnings: n/a

144 words

a/n: not a fic just thinking about my ocs

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thinking about echo leaving food on the table “accidentally” when he knows emberly’s coming home and knows she won’t eat anything unless its Right There for her

thinking about nyks who uses echo’s need to help to get it to actually take care of itself. she starts baking/cooking things other than hunter’s stew and asking him to try it and tell her it it’s good or not.

thinking about emberly bringing home things that she bought “impulsively” but actually so that nyks takes it off her hands because it’s the only way she’ll accept any gifts

thinking about spence making way too much food and giving it out to his neighbors because he planted too much in the garden on purpose

thinking about haven letting the garden get overgrown and begging her neighbors to come by the house and take anything they need

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Stars in Her Eyes

TITLE: ​ Stars in Her Eyes PAIRING: Modern!Ezra/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Molly is invited to JJ’s cookout and there she meets a friend of Will’s who’s visiting.

[A/N - Requested by @clockgirl94​. I hope you like this! This Ezra isn’t as eloquent as some peoples, but I made him a HUGE flirt.]

Molly nervously played with the bracelet around her wrist.

Spencer reached over and stopped her. “It’ll be fine. You know JJ.”

“I know, but I don’t feel like I belong here.” Molly had only been at the BAU for two weeks, but JJ had invited her to her July 4th cookout.

“Just relax.”

They pulled up to JJ’s house and got out. They knocked on the door and JJ greeted them.

“Hey Spence. Molly. Everyone’s already in the backyard.”

They walked through the house to the patio.

“Uncle Spencer!” Henry yelled.

Both boys went running towards Spencer and he knelt down to hug them.

“Well, you must be the infamous Spencer I keep hearin’ about,” a deep voice said.

Molly turned to see a man with olive skin and dark hair, except for the small blonde patch he had. She wondered if it was a style choice or if had dyed his hair blonde once and it was still growing out.

“Yes I am. Spencer Reid.”

“Ezra Dubois.” Ezra turned to Molly. “And who might you be, doll?”

Molly blushed. “Molly Hunter.”

Ezra took her hand and kissed the back, giving her a wink.

“I see you’ve met Ezra,” Will said, appearing out of nowhere.

Molly yanked her hand out of Ezra’s.

“William, I am in the middle of something right now. I am trying to get the number of this Virginian goddess.”

Molly’s face felt like it was on fire. She wasn’t used to someone being so forward in their advances.

“Give poor Molly a break. She looks like she wants disappear.”

“If she disappears, I’m goin’ with her.”

“So Ezra, are you from New Orleans too?” Spencer said, eager to help Molly.

Ezra laughed. Ezra’s similar accent was the first thing Molly noticed about him. “Picked up on the accent, huh? Yeah. I’m up here on leave. Took a pretty big hit.”

It was then that Molly noticed that one of his arms was missing. In it’s place was a metal prosthetic.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Ah, it’s a long and gory story. I wouldn’t worry your gorgeous little head about it, flower.”

Will put a hand on Ezra’s shoulder. “You’ll have to excuse Ezra. He thinks he’s such a ladies man.”

“I am a ladies man, Lamontagne.”

���Food’s ready, guys!” JJ called.

“Save me a seat next to you, petal,” Ezra said winking at Molly.

Ezra puzzled her. How could he be so forward? And in front of everyone? And how many more nicknames was he going to give her?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Michael and Henry were in bed.

They of course had begged Spencer to tuck them in, leaving Molly alone.

While everyone was inside talking, Molly lay on her back in the backyard staring up at the stars. She heard the back door open and then someone laid down next to her. she didn’t need to turn her head to know it was Ezra.

The New Orleans native hadn’t left her alone all evening. He was always teasing her and looking for more ways to get her to blush. “Why are you out here all by your lonesome, flower?”

“I needed some fresh air and then I looked up. Then I got lost.”

“You know, when I look up at the stars I imagine that someone across the universe is doin’ the same thing. They’re lookin’ up and wonderin’ what’s out there. Just like we do.”

“That’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, you are.”

She turned her head and saw Ezra staring at her. “You’re not looking at the stars.”

“Why look at the stars when the brightest one is lying next to me?”

“Why do you flirt with me so much?”

Ezra rolled over on his side and put his hand on her cheek. He smiled when he saw her cheeks flush. “I’d do anything to see those roses bloom in your cheeks.”

Molly rolled over on her side to face him. “Why are you so set on me?”

“Because you see me and that’s all anyone can ask for. You don’t see me as an amputee or something to be handled like glass. You see me as a person.”

“I’m sorry that happens to you, Ezra. Everyone deserves to be treated like a human being.”

Ezra nuzzled his nose with Molly’s. Molly closed the distance between them and kissed him.

Ezra rolled over on top of Molly, supporting himself with his hand and prosthetic. When he pulled back and opened her eyes, all he could see were stars.

[molotovsoul]

Which stories do all your many ocs belong to?

You’re probably thinking that they’re from fanfics but nope, they belong to original books that I hope to get published one day.There is four main series that I’m working on, three of them weave together and the other one is a completely separate, I haven’t figured out everything yet but here is which books/series each oc belongs to:

Tether(Series title undecided):About a hunter who is tasked with taking out an out of control vamp/wolf hybrid until he discovers that is target is a former lover whom he parted ways with under tragic circumstances. Andrea is no longer the innocent wolf he once new, he thought she was dead but instead she was being held captive and experimented on and tortured to create a powerful monster to be controlled by an ancient organization. This is a story of love, revenge, penance and doing what’s right.

Face-claims:

Heath - Jensen Ackles from supernatural s1-s8

Andrea Refaeli  - Nina Dobrev.

The Knight Legacies:This is a series about royal siblings (who were hidden around the globe for their own safety) finding each other before it’s to late. Book one is also a story about redemption of the eldest sibling Freya who was transformed by the same people as Andrea in Tether.There are three books in this series so far: Knight Terrors, Knight Shift & Knight Shade :

Kade (Last-name undecided)- Tyler Hoechlin

Freya Volkov - Phoebe Tonkin

Victoria Volkov - Adelaide Kane

Nikolai Volkov - Chris Wood

Sebastian Volkov - Matthew Daddario (Possibly)

Friction(Series title undecided):This is a series about how Riley Zhao came to be the most powerful witch known. She’s also a cop and part of a supernatural council kind of like supernatural cops tasked with keeping the supernatural world secret from the humans as well as keeping the balance.)

Riley Zhao - Chloe Benett

Adrian Romero - Casey Jon Deidrick

Glimpse(Series title undecided):The glimpse series is about accepting who and what you are. It stars a deceased witch named Amelia Hayes who has to find out who killed her and why, while coming to terms with the fact that she died. It’s like she’s losing her mind and living a nightmare until she come across a troubled necromancer named Spencer.

Amelia Hayes - Eliza Taylor

Spencer Andrews - Dylan O'Brien

Sloan Hayes - Penelope Mitchell

Dean Hayes - Dominic Sherwood

The Tether series, Friction series and Knight Legacies series all eventually weave together but the Glimpse series is completely separate.

I started writing the glimpse series when I was sixteen and have decided to do a rewrite of it recently.

Does this help?

I’ll be posting more about this soon

Thankyou so much for asking, I love it when people have questions or comments about my art or writing.

[kiwinatorwaffles]

i keep forgetting to post my loathingverse art... i need to get better at posting my oc stuff so im gonna do it in increments so i dont die (watch me forget anyway)

anyway i remastered my old designs of my gun manor oc spence hunter and my take on everyone's favorite ghost hunter florence cunningham! plus a new character as a foil to these two :3

spence is florence's apprentice who can see ghosts even outside of haunted areas so he's just Constantly Paranoid, someone save this boy SHJDHGSJDHJGS

open cut for old designs (2019 kiwi art jumpscare warning)

2019 and 2021 respectively johnson christ help these guys

hey if you were brave enough to click why dontcha check out spence and exer's toyhouses? :3

[mjonthetrack]

**disc: this fic contains graphic material such as rape,assault,homicide,explicit language,etc. It is a work of fiction based on the show Criminal Minds, It will be an alternate universe meaning it will NOT follow the time sequence or character plots exact to the show. I do not own these characters aside from my own oc and do not own the images used.

Chapter Sixteen: Distortion

Location: BAU HQ – Two Days Later

Hunter was sharper again.

Hair tied up. Posture locked. But something in her eyes still flickered when Morgan walked by. He knew it wasn’t him she flinched from—it was the memory of someone else’s footsteps.

They were closing a case when she stepped outside for air.

She never came back.

———-

Chapter Seventeen: Radio Silence

Day 1

The silence in the BAU was unnatural.

No theories. No banter. No movement.

Just vacant stares and clock ticks that seemed to echo louder than gunshots.

Hotch was all sharp edges and sleepless nights. Prentiss didn’t leave her office. Garcia pulled off her pink glasses and cried into her keyboard. Morgan trained harder, punched faster, broke two heavy bags in the gym. JJ called hospitals and morgues with a tone that numbed her own voice. Rossi said nothing. He just poured the scotch and left the bottle.

And Reid… well, Reid unraveled slowly.

——

Day 4

They were in the war room, pretending to review cold cases—like they could focus. Like Hunter wasn’t the one case none of them could solve.

Reid hadn’t spoken in hours. His eyes were bloodshot, lips chapped, his usually careful grooming nonexistent.

Garcia placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Spence… you should go home. Get rest.”

“She didn’t.”

Garcia blinked.

“What?”

He turned to face her, eyes wild, haunted.

“She didn’t rest. Not when Eli was breathing near her. Not when she showed up every day with bruises and said nothing. We rested. We let ourselves think she was safe just because she was near us.”

Morgan stepped in.

Reid, none of us knew—”

“No! You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play the protective brother now. You knew her longer. You had access. She trusted you. I saw her bleeding out through her eyes every goddamn day and I still—”

He shook his head, voice cracking, body shaking.

“I still did nothing. Because I thought you were the one she wanted. I stayed out of the way. I let you protect her. And now she’s gone.”

No one interrupted.

Even Morgan… just listened.

JJ cried quietly.

——

Day 8 – 10:42 AM

Garcia stormed into the briefing room, laptop in hand.

“We’ve got something. A burner ping. Last known to Eli three days ago. It’s cold now, but it came from an abandoned warehouse south of here—rural, outside GPS grids. He wanted it off the map.”

Hotch’s jaw set.

“Gear up.”

———

Chapter Eighteen: The Warehouse

The stench hit first—metallic, wet, and wrong. It was the kind of scent that clung to your clothes, snuck up your nose and settled in your memory.

They moved in formation. Hotch led, gun raised, eyes scanning. Prentiss followed close behind with Rossi. JJ flanked Garcia, who waited at the threshold, hands shaking. Reid and Morgan moved as one shadow, tense and silent.

Then they saw it.

Blood.

Pools of it. Spattered, streaked, smeared across the cracked concrete. Dried and fresh. A violent mix of time and trauma.

JJ bent down slowly, a latex glove barely brushing a lock of tangled dark curls sticky with blood.

Morgan clenched his fists at his sides.

Rossi whispered, “Jesus…”

Then came the worst of it.

Discarded in the corner. Torn.

Her panties.

Morgan turned his face away, jaw locked, breath shaky. Prentiss’s hand flew to her mouth. No one spoke. Garcia wept openly at the door.

But Reid didn’t move. His eyes swept over every inch of the space until they landed on something else—faint, nearly hidden in the grime near the base of a support beam.

He dropped to his knees.

Wait…” he murmured, eyes narrowing. “There’s something here.”

His gloved fingers traced over it—letters written in blood, smudged but deliberate.

“No… Louisiana… Sorry, Wonder Boy.”

Time stopped.

“She left this for me,” he said, voice brittle.

Morgan turned toward him slowly. “Reid—”

“He calls me that. Eli. He’s said it before in messages—she used it to let me know. She knew I’d understand.”

A beat passed, then Hotch’s voice came sharp and certain.

“She’s alive.”

————

Chapter Nineteen: Breadcrumbs

Two Hours Later – BAU HQ

The mood had shifted. The warehouse was a horror show, yes—but it meant she was still fighting. She was still alive enough to leave a trail.

Reid wouldn’t leave the war room. He poured over every map of southern Louisiana, every abandoned property report, every military-adjacent site registered to former service members in a 200-mile radius.

Morgan joined him. Still silent. But his presence was steady. Loyal.

Garcia’s voice rang out from her desk, shaking.

“Guys—I’ve got something. One of Eli’s former intel contacts had a fake property registration near Baton Rouge. It’s listed under an alias—former special ops. But the landline registered there placed a call five days ago… it ended mid-sentence.”

JJ stepped up beside her.

“He’s holding her there.”

Hotch didn’t hesitate.

“Wheels up in 30.”

——-

Chapter Twenty: The Swamp and the Storm

Louisiana – 2:17 AM

Thick heat pressed down like a curse. The swamp curled in every direction. Trees leaned like sentries, whispering secrets through the moss.

They breached the perimeter silently.

A shack. Camouflaged. Reinforced. They saw the tripwires. Reid spotted the watchtower.

And then—movement. A figure. Female. Stumbling through the brush.

Hunter.

Bloodied. Barefoot. Still standing.

Morgan caught her before she collapsed.

“I’ve got you, Hot Shot,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

Reid froze, unable to move—his mind caught between relief and devastation.

She was alive. But barely.

And the look in her eyes said one thing:

“He’s still out there.”

—————

Chapter Twenty-One: The Ones Who Survive

Three Hours Later – Local Hospital, Baton Rouge

The sterile smell stung Reid’s nostrils. Antiseptic. Burn cream. Blood.

He sat in a stiff plastic chair across from the trauma room where Hunter lay behind glass and machines. She hadn’t woken up.

The nurses said it would be a few hours—maybe more.

Morgan hadn’t left her side until the EMTs took over. He sat now, one room away, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it held answers.

Garcia paced outside the room with Prentiss and JJ.

Rossi stood at the window, watching Hunter’s unmoving body.

“She fought,” he said quietly. “Every second. She left us a trail. Bled for it. Bought herself just enough time.”

Hotch nodded beside him.

“But he’s still loose.”

“And she knows it.”

——-

Later That Day – Recovery Ward

When Hunter woke, she didn’t open her eyes.

She breathed.

Then she flexed her hand.

Pain shot up her ribs, and something caught in her throat—fear, or maybe memory.

She heard the softest voice.

“You’re safe.”

It was him. Reid.

She opened her eyes slowly, lids heavy.

His face was pale, gaunt, exhausted—but his expression was unreadable. Somewhere between awe and agony.

“You left a message,” he said, voice cracking.

Her mouth twitched into the faintest smile.

“Wonder Boy,” she rasped.

He looked like he might cry.

But he didn’t. He just said, “You scared the hell out of me.”

Hunter looked down at her arms—bandaged, bruised, bloodless. A line of stitches snaked along her side. She didn’t ask about Eli.

She didn’t have to.

—————

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Breaking Point

Four Days Later – BAU Jet, Return to Quantico

The jet was quiet.

Hunter slept curled under a blanket, propped against the window. Morgan sat near her, arms crossed, protective but silent.

Garcia and JJ sat beside each other, whispering about getting her a real bed, maybe a safe house.

Prentiss watched Reid.

Reid stared straight ahead, fists tight, jaw locked.

Then, quietly:

“Why didn’t I say anything sooner?”

Prentiss looked up. “About?”

“Her. How I felt. What I saw. I stayed quiet and watched her bleed from a distance because I thought it wasn’t my place.”

Prentiss exhaled slowly.

“She didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

He looked at Hunter.

“I waited too long.”

——————

Chapter Twenty-Three: Ghosts That Won’t Stay Dead

One Week Later – Quantico Safehouse

Hunter showered without crying for the first time.

But she still checked the locks five times before bed.

Morgan stayed close, offering silence instead of questions.

The women came by daily—Prentiss bringing books, JJ leaving snacks, Garcia redecorating the kitchen without permission.

Hunter let them.

But Reid hadn’t come by.

Not once.

———

BAU Headquarters – Briefing Room

Eli was still gone. The case was open. Hotch gave daily updates. Garcia was running digital sweeps. The tension was thick, like smoke with no fire yet.

And Reid… Reid was unraveling again, quietly.

He hadn’t slept.

He couldn’t read.

He couldn’t focus.

He saw her everywhere, but couldn’t face her.

Because now he knew—he was in love with someone who’d nearly died, and he hadn’t done a damn thing about it when it counted.

[mjonthetrack]

**disc: this fic contains graphic material such as rape,assault,homicide,explicit language,etc. It is a work of fiction based on the show Criminal Minds, It will be an alternate universe meaning it will NOT follow the time sequence or character plots exact to the show. I do not own these characters aside from my own oc and do not own the images used.

Chapter Eleven: Close Range

Location: Rural Virginia – 4:12 PM Case: Two Missing Girls, Potential Family Abduction

The team was split. Morgan and Prentiss took the lead on the suspect’s last known location. Hunter was running the neighborhood canvas—standard stuff. Reid followed, clipboard in hand, reciting patterns and probabilities under his breath.

Hunter was twenty feet ahead. Alone for only a minute.

Just one minute.

She turned the corner and saw him.

Royce.

Leaning on a white van. Sunglasses. Smirk. Same leather jacket. The way he stared at her like he already owned her.

“Told you I’d find you again.”

Hunter froze. Just a second.

Then her hand dropped to her waistband—no weapon. They were in a civilian neighborhood. No cause for escalation.

He took a step closer.

“I want what you gave him on that floor. Or do I have to take it?”

Her jaw clenched. Heart pounding. She didn’t move.

Not when he stepped into her space. Not when he reached out, touched her hair.

Then—

“Step back.”

Morgan.

Gun drawn. Voice ice.

Behind him: Reid.

Eyes locked on Royce. But his attention flicked to Hunter, to Morgan’s position—his closeness, the way his body shielded her completely.

Royce raised his hands mockingly.

“Wow. Two boyfriends? Or is one of them the rebound?”

Morgan moved in fast. Grabbed Royce, pinned him to the hood of the car. Reid didn’t help. He didn’t move.

He was staring at them.

At how shaken Hunter was.

At how Morgan gently asked her if she was okay. At how she nodded, eyes full of adrenaline and trust.

—————————

BAU Mobile HQ – 7:38 PM

Royce was in federal custody.

Case closed.

The girls had been found.

Everyone should’ve been celebrating.

But Reid was pacing the side of the truck, knuckles white on the clipboard he no longer needed.

Prentiss came over.

“You good?”

“He’s always right there,” Reid snapped. “Always touching her. Always watching her.”

Prentiss blinked.

“You mean Morgan?”

Reid scoffed. “She leans on him like he’s her damn boyfriend. And he just—acts like it’s his job to protect her. Like no one else is capable.”

“Reid—”

“She doesn’t even see it. And he eats it up.”

There was silence.

Then JJ, quietly: “Morgan’s known her since she was a kid, Spence. He’s family.”

Reid looked away.

“That’s what makes it worse.”

———

Hunter – Alone Later That Night

She sat in the hotel bathroom, towel around her shoulders.

A new bruise forming on her wrist from Royce’s grip. Another scar to carry.

She stared at it blankly.

No one had told her about the argument outside. No one told her what Reid had said.

She didn’t see the fire building around her.

Not yet.

————-

Chapter Twelve: Something to Lose

Location: Quantico – BAU Interrogation Room – 9:17 AM

Damian Royce sat across from Hotch, silent.

His hands were cuffed. His smirk? Still there.

Morgan watched through the glass, arms crossed. Prentiss sat beside Hotch, expression neutral.

Garcia piped in over comms.

“Okay, this guy’s got sealed records from a psych eval back in 2016. Military flagged him as unstable. Something about obsessive ideations, stalking, escalating threats…”

Morgan’s eyes narrowed.

Hotch laid down a folder.

Photos. Messages. A timeline.

Hunter’s name at the center of it.

“You escalated when she ignored you. When she said no. That wasn’t rejection to you—it was a challenge.”

Royce chuckled low.

“She never really said no. You saw the way she danced. She wanted someone to see what’s under that uniform.”

Morgan’s fist hit the glass. Hard.

Prentiss didn’t flinch.

“You targeted her,” she said calmly. “You studied her background. Her trauma. You knew exactly what buttons to press.”

Royce’s smile fell.

“And she still gave me a reaction.”

Hotch leaned in.

“You’re not getting out of this. The only thing you should worry about now is if she decides to testify.”

Silence.

For the first time, Royce blinked.

“…She’d do that?”

Hotch didn’t answer.

But they all knew the truth.

——————

Location: BAU Bullpen – 12:42 PM

Hunter stepped in like nothing happened. Coffee in one hand, folders in the other.

She didn’t expect the way the room went still for a second. How JJ smiled a little warmer than usual. How Prentiss stood up and took the folders from her without asking.

“Rossi wants you on the debrief. You’re lead.”

Hunter blinked.

“…I am?”

“Yeah,” Morgan said, clapping her shoulder. “You earned that.”

Reid watched it all.

From across the bullpen.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Until Hunter walked past him.

“Good morning, Doctor.” Her voice soft, automatic.

He didn’t respond.

——————

Later That Day – Parking Garage – 6:03 PM

Reid threw the file into the front seat of his car.

Morgan’s voice behind him startled him.

“You alright?”

Reid turned.

“I’m fine.”

Morgan sighed.

“Look, man. I get it. You’ve been... off.”

Reid’s jaw tightened.

“You want to know what’s off? You’re acting like you’re the only one who gets to be there for her.”

Morgan blinked.

“What?”

“Every time something happens to her, you’re already there. You treat her like she’s yours to protect. Yours to hold. And maybe I didn’t grow up with her—but I see her. And you—you act like that gives you a claim.”

Morgan’s voice dropped.

“Spence, she’s like a sister to me.”

“Then maybe back the hell off and let her decide who gets to care about her.”

He got into the car, slammed the door, and left Morgan standing in the dust.

——————

Hunter – Home, Later That Night

She sat in the living room, still.

Phone in her lap.

No new messages.

No new threats.

But her body ached from the tension.

She thought about how the team had acted.

The quiet respect. The small things. The way JJ walked beside her. The way Prentiss handed her coffee. The way Hotch didn’t question her readiness for lead.

She was in.

She was part of this.

But the silence from Reid?

That cut deepest.