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coming soon — in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti.

hotch x consultant!reader. multi chapter. case fic.

in nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti…

“amen.” if you weren’t paying attention and side eyeing him at that exact moment, you might’ve lost the way his lips moved following the ritual, no word actually leaving his mouth.

the black haired man didn’t look too comfortable, but didn’t look out of place either, he knew the cues, he spoke the words on automatic it seemed. it amused you to observe people’s behavior on holy grounds, that was part of the reason you asked to meet in silver spring.

“catholic, mr. hotchner?” your question is met with a low scoff, the type only those with a bad bad history with the church gave you. “that much, huh?”

“my parents were.” the answer is simple and you think it might stop at that, but he shakes his head and scoffs again. “was an altar boy for years before i left for boarding school.” you nod.

“ah. i’ve met some of you in my research.” some of you. church babies, altar boys. spoon fed the bible from birth while watching everyone around sin. sin becoming a term to reflect on what they hated.

“and you? catholic?”

“oh no. never been.” you don’t explain much, aware emily probably told him of your time in rome, where the two of you met. “your unsub is though. either devoted to saint michael or knows enough about his roles to look like one.” you note, being reminded of the pictures emily sent you, big stab wounds, a small scale tipped to one side, the words hebrews 9:22 written in blood.

hotchner doesn’t reply, making a mental reminder of the new information, he looks around the place as you both leave the church and it hits him, silver spring’s st. michael the archangel parish, the church you chose as a meeting place.

#fic rec!!! #fic rec #I cannot wait!!!

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hotch + his beautiful beak

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hotch "representing the bau" hotchner x activist!reader who won't stand for bullshit

not like actual conflict cause we know hotch is a very principled guy

more like

"shit i can't shitpost about overthrowing the government anymore cause my boyfriend is the government" vibes

you have no idea how deeply i feel about this i've actually posted about this because i'm very much against all cops and he's a literal fed ! but

you met in the most conventional of ways, which makes the whole thing even funnier to the outside person. a bar. you noticed him the moment he walked in, too downright gorgeous to be ignored, you stare at him completely shamelessly and get a few shy awkward smiles in return while he sips on his first drinks and talks to his companion, who you later learned was rossi.

he will find it later on that you're not really up for games, but it takes him by surprise when you approach him, card in hand with your phone number and the red stain of your red lips on the other side. he's immediately smitten, being flirted with so openly at his age does wonders for his ego and he makes sure to text you as soon as he gets back to his apartment.

the texting back and forth goes for hours, a lot of flirting, you're much more outspoken than he is, but still you find him hilarious, you will be telling your friends he's the funny one between you two (none of them will believe you, but you like having this only to yourself as well).

you talk movies, plays, music, favorite drinks and by 2am he asks you on a date. it's perfect from the get go. he's flattering, compliments your choice of clothes, says he likes the lipstick (the same you used on the card he is keeping safe on his wallet), takes you to a nice restaurant.

you tell him since you made the very first move, he would have to be the one to kiss you, he argues he sent you the first text so you should be the one to do it, in the end none of you know who took the first move, you're just sure you were the one to unlock your apartment door, stumbling along with him as you two passionately kissed.

it's not common for this to happen for him, he's too much of a gentleman, sleeping with someone on the first date isn't the gentlemanly thing to do, you're not attached to those norms so even if he tried to argue, your lips glued to his neck as you worked on his belt took his mind off of it.

it's not until the next morning that he really notices your place: the types of books you had, some revolutionary art pieces and it's then he realizes he has no idea what you do for a living. neither did he tell you he was a fbi agent. you two talked long hours and career wasn't even a topic (that may be why you caught his heart so fast).

you were a journalist, a writer, quite proficient and known for your progressive ideals and less than civil protests, so when you both realize the differences and the conflict it might bring, the first instinct was to pull away. forget the whole thing. it was only one date after all.

it's a matter of days for the realization that being apart won't happen, your thoughts are filled with him and his voice and the way he touched you and aaron can possibly detail every curve of your body and the way you smelled as if he was still in bed with you.

there's a mutual agreement of public discretion, you can't have your readers knowing you're falling for a fed, nor does the media needs any more reasons to write about the fbi.

his team knows though, and so does strauss, she had to be warned of the possibility of your name popping up in some lists. she reads half of your writings after that, highlighting stuff you should not be writing about (you won't listen to her on it) and the compromise you make is to keep all of your opposition material completely professional, no tweets, no tiktoks, nothing of the sort with jokes about overthrowing the government.

"did you... did you just cite and use one of stalin's books as resource here?" he asks, he's in your bed, blue boxer shorts and white t-shirt on, completely comfortable with you already, his reading glasses sit on top of nose like an old man and he furrows his brows, looking up at you. aaron's interested in what you write, he truly reads whatever you hand him just to learn more about you, he's not the one to try to censure any of it.

"well yeah... his writings are the easiest to comprehend on the topic." you shrug, not understanding the tone of his question at first.

"honey... you can't just... do you know how many... forget it. your editor will love it." his poor attempts to talk you down failing each time he looked over and saw your expectant eyes as his opinion is important to you. you smile at his defeat, taking the papers from his hand and throwing somewhere else in the room, his glasses go to the bedside table and soon you're kissing any of his worries away.

#fic rec

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Flirty (sweaty) Hotch <33

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Criminal Minds | Extreme Aggressor

When you look long into an abbys the abbys looks into you

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“found family❤️” and it’s the most traumatized group of people you’ve ever seen

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [DARLING, IN ANY LIFE] ❞ ─ masterlist.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader. summary: the red thread between two people destined to be together may stretch and tangle, but those ties will never break. or: aaron encounters his childhood friend and first love after decades. content warnings & word count: check each blurb.

a series of blurbs about hotch and his first almost girlfriend, who he teasingly calls wise ass, who he ends up meeting again after thirty years without seeing each other.

• on my mind since the flood

• lay down with me

• synchronized with you

• darling, lean your weight to me

• the most dangerous thing is to love

#fic rec #I haven't had a chance to catch up and read these all but I'm so excited to #💕💕💕 #no seriously fic rec #aaron hotchner x reader

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: Aaron helps you get dressed after you get injured.

Content/warnings: mentions of a gunshot injury.

Author’s note: I’m slowly starting to write again so comfort baby blurb it is.

The surgery went great. It wasn’t a deadly gunshot, so it didn't take more than an hour to get the bullet out of your shoulder. And the best thing is that you got discharged the very same day.

“Thank you, again.” Aaron walks the doctor out, shutting the door.

His silence has been dense since before you were admitted. Rightly so. Your behavior was reckless, but you were blinded by injustice at the moment so you acted on an impulse.

Something you struggle with in every aspect of your life.

“Why are you still looking at me like that?” You sit upright, ready to change the stupid gown. “I’m fine. There’s no bullet in my body anymore.”

It’s the same look he gave you whenever you did a stupid decision in the field. Which wasn't that often.

“You got lucky.” Aaron lay your bag next to you and starts to take out your clothes. He'd chosen a pair of sweatpants, one of his shirts, and your comfy slippers (and fuzzy socks).

“Yeah, you say that every time.”

“You’ll be out of the field until I say so.” He raises his brows as he speaks.

“Yeah, I know that, too.” You softly smile at him, hoping to get a smile back.

He’s mad at you, but not entirely. Not to the point where he stops showing his care. Aaron crouches in front of you and puts on one sock at a time, adjusting them so the seams wouldn't hurt your toes. He then puts on your sweatpants up to your calves and lightly taps the side of your thigh signaling you to stand up. You obey, and he pulls your sweatpants up to your waist.

His gentle fingers deliberately brush your skin with every piece of clothing he helps you put on. It’s comforting.

You try your best to put on your hoodie, but the pain makes you wince. Plus the sling is in the way.

“Easy, easy.” Aaron softens his voice, adjusting the hoodie all the way.

He gives you a look. There's pain and only then the guilt hits you.

"Hey." you cradle the side of his face. He shuts his eyes at the tender gesture. "I'm sorry."

Aaron kisses your temple and holds you for a moment. "I know." He kisses your forehead. "Let's go home now."

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This means everything to me. You're so right.

Can I just say that I know that this man would be such a folklore and evermore fan. Like you know Mister country club loves Last Great American Dynasty. You know mirrorball gets him teary eyed. As a lawyer you know that No Body No Crime blew his mind (but it also kept him up at night because his former prosecutor brain needed to figure out how he'd get a conviction). I also think he'd be a big fan of gold rush but that's just my personal opinion.

He sings a lot from Speak Now and Red in the shower.

Rep era low key scares him, but he could never be a hater, he's got mad respect.

Dudeeeeee Greg is definitely a swiftie.

I KNOWWWWWWWWWW RIGHT?????????

like at first he’s like “what are you even listening to 🙄” and next thing you know he’s explaining to pete what taylor’s version means <3

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THOMAS GIBSON AS AARON HOTCHNER IN CRIMINAL MINDS

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i think we collectively moved on from this picture way too fast 🫠

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Aaron Hotchner in 10.19

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levels of headcanon:

This is heavily supported by text/subtext and is likely what the creators intended for me to get from this 

this is sort of supported by the text and could, conceivably be what the creators intended for me to get from the text/subtext

there is no evidence either way

there is slight evidence against my headcanon, but I don’t care

I’ve stopped giving a crap about canon

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go ahead and cry, little girl nobody does it like you do i know how much it matters to you i know that you got daddy issues

megan kane — pleasure is my business, criminal minds: season 4, episode 16.

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bad bitch

with a ✨baddie friend✨