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Welcome to my world of imagination. Aaron Hotchner’s angel 🪽👼 (*•.*+~ requests open below~+*.•*)

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A bit about me:

• I write for Aaron Hotchner + the marauders♡

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• I am actually dyslexic so excuse me if I spell things wrong!

• I am a big fan of 911, Grey’s Anatomy, Criminal Minds, One direction, Madison beer, Gracie Abrams, Sabrina Carpenter and so much more…!

• I find writing to be a free form of expression and poetry and I really enjoy it!

• I try to write as much as possible but not many ideas come out of the drafts…

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every branch of this family tree

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james potter x oc

the series

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Spilling the wine: 1

Ostara Rosier was a product of love that she never received. Her heart was intoxicated by the weeds spewing from her sorrow, her mournful distaste to the person she wasn't, but the person she had to be. Her hands were corrupted by the bitter dance of prejudice, the souring taste of metallic iron spreading from her fingertips into her mouth as she was forced to lick her hands clean, dry from the bitter truth of her design.

Rosier. A name held so highly, so praised, so honoured within the wizarding world. They were one of their world's royalties. She was a royalty. She was handed her silver spoon of honour to flaunt to the world, to wear her name like a badge of honour for the inner crimson workings of the machine she was becoming. Simply put, her blood was a symbol of pride, a symbol of fortune, a symbolic crown for her to embody and shame others for not having; it was okay if she did, her name held more power to a passing wizard than any spell every could.

And that is all she knew.

She was mean, she was sharp, she was a knife waiting to maim an innocent heart that has seen no wrong. It's just how it had to be. Whether she agreed with it or not, she had little to no choice. She was a product of a plan much deeper than her fragile palms could grasp.

That is why, when she spilt her mother's wine onto Walburga Black's gown, Star was met with a silent stare by her mother. Star had apologised profusely to the victim of her insolence, yet she was met with a harsh glare which certified how her evening would be headed.

Following the incident, Star found solace in her acquaintance, Sirius Black. The son of her incident. They usually ended up within each other's presence at those obscenely prestigious balls. Always making small talk to beat around the bush for their dreaded futures. Sirius was a comfort figure to Star, someone she could smile upon hearing his attendance. That said more than enough about who she was as a person.

It was widely known about punishment distributed between the sacred twenty eight. If you're in the circle, a pureblood, then you know; and if you're not, you don't.

Following her incident, Star practically ran outside to the fountain, in an elegant way so as to not draw herself any more attention. Hence why she ran into Sirius.

"You look like you've just escaped through the cracks of Azkaban." He greeted her, an eyebrow raised at the startled sight of his acquaintance.

"I basically have." She retorts, huffing as she sits herself down. "I massively just fucked up."

Sirius looks over briefly, curious. Signalling for her to continue, or to not.

"I spilt my mother's wine over your mother."

Sirius bites his lip sharply, not enough to injure himself, but enough to pull a face that reads as 'fuck'. "Yeah, you're fucked."

Star sighs and looks to the running fountain they're both sat on.

"You're getting a good beating tonight." He says casually, which in a way, for Star and Sirius... this is a casual experience. Some people have everyday routines they stick to, as to keep order in their life and unfortunately, this happens to be a casual routine practice for the both of them.

"I think I'll be getting more than that. If there's one family the Rosier's respect more than themselves, it is the Black's." She reflects, thinking about how insane of a sentence she has just muttered.

"No more Hogwarts feasts for you then. Oh wait, you were never allowed to eat at them anyway." He jokes. She smiles. It's in their nature to be dark, that comes along with the humour.

She can't even blame him because he's right. First year at Hogwarts, Star got excited over the spectacle of food sprawled across the table before her and shortly after, her brother became a messenger to their parents to talk about her eating habits. Her mother was appalled. How dare her daughter be so unmannered and absurd. A lady must remain poised and dainty, else she will remain a disgrace to the family. So, the years that followed this meant little to no feast for her- unless she snuck to the kitchen's at night, accompanied by Sirius Black.

"You got me there Gryffindor," she quirked her lip. "Though, I find great comfort knowing I'll never be as much as a critically acclaimed disgrace as you are."

Sirius smirked in return and raised his eyebrows. "Black's always were the best in what they do. I just happen to exceed in public humiliation."

Star let out a satisfied 'hmph' and they fell into silence.

"It won't matter for much longer anyway." Sirius announced to her, soft launching the idea.

"Meaning what, Black?" She quipped, sharply, like she always did.

"I'm going to get myself disowned."

Star laughed. Actually laughed out loud.

"Yeah, okay." She rolled her eyes at him, then took in his unamused features and her face dropped. "You're joking, right?"

Sirius shook his head. "No. I'm serious."

"Sirius, you're going to get yourself killed." She side eyes him. "You're really fucking stupid."

"Mhm." He nods briefly. "I'm not staying another summer in this shit hole."

Star sighed. She didn't blame him at all. He had the friend group that would welcome him in with welcome arms and that pissed her off.

"You spent too much time with those dorks you call friends, they're making you embody Gryffindor traits." She rolls her eyes. "Hey, maybe now neither of us will end up returning to Hogwarts because we will both be dead by the time September arrives."

"September is a week away, ya know?"

"Exactly. May our goodbye be bittersweet, Black." She retorts and once again silence surrounds them.

That was the last conversation she had with Sirius. He stayed true to his word and over summer, he ran away from the Black household and was banished from the family tree. Star thinks he ran to the Potters, she assumed he would have given that he and the Potter boy were so close.

Meanwhile, Star was sworn to secrecy over the situation. Being forced to sit through meals with her parents degrading and criticising the closest person she had to a true friend.

And following from the night she spilt her mother's drink, she returned home to exactly what Sirius and her had discussed. Her body stained purple from the harsh impact of injuries she was forced to sustain.

Her parents too, knew she was close with Sirius, and had threatened her to stay very clear of him. If she was found remotely breathing in his direction, Evan was granted permission to 'deal' with her. That's just how it was. So, when a letter came through her window from her owl, Collette, her parents had an inkling on who had contacted her.

They were right, of course. It was in regard to Sirius Black. Though, it was in fact sent by a 'James Potter' to inform Star that he was safe. She however, no longer was. With conspiracies of foul play, conversing and manipulative planning- her parents believed she was in cahoots with the Potter boy to take her in too.

Meaning, her return to Hogwarts was incredibly uncomfortable. Her body was still regaining strength the day she got back onto the train. Her mournful robes stained with the dark shade of crimson from where she had pulled on her scars while loading in her luggage.

Star had never looked so worse for wear in her life. Her face was a sickening shade of white, enough to convince passersby that she was terribly under the weather. Her eyes were raw, permanently puffy from the tears she had been through within the week between last seeing Sirius at the ball.

She was silenced. The train journey, the way into the Great Hall, through dinner- which she declined- and for the first week of the opening term. She had not spoken or opened her mouth to talk. Not once.

She had showed up to Madame Pomfrey, greeted with a list of questions to which she ignored and took the aid she was given to heal herself back up. That was it.

And somehow, Sirius Black had never looked any better. Ironically, they were two sides of the same piece of gold. One became free, while the other was planted face down to slowly decay and rust into the rough surface of a calloused hand.

[hotchnersangel]

EVERY BRANCH OF THIS FAMILY TREE

oc x james potter

1. spilling the wine

[hotchnersangel]

EVERY BRANCH OF THIS FAMILY TREE

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series

Where Ostara Rosier has to choose between a life of corruption and silver spoons.

Fighting for her freedom or her morality, Ostara has a choice to make and declare before it is too late and her time runs out.

Meanwhile, a measly Gryffindor has to learn how to love someone that is broken and lost in his world of colour.

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OC x James Potter

[hotchnersangel]

APERTURE

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

cw: mentions of blood, r was kidnapped by unsubs on a case, torture mentions, injuries sustained by knife, alcohol abuse

“Time won’t wait on me, I want to know what safe is.”

The purpose of your life started to fade away when you were put on medical leave. If you weren’t solving crime, you were wasted. Potential wasted, mentally wasted and well recently you had been physically wasted. Alcohol had never been a comfort to your wounded heart but after that case, it’s the only coping mechanism that could make you feel alive. Human. Physically present. Grounded.

Your mind had spiralled in the 3 months you had been home, your mental health too- which is why your return kept getting delayed. You failed your psych evals three whole times, delaying your return to the bau for 6 months.

You hadn’t properly healed. Physically you had but mentally you were beyond bruised. You had been taken by an unsub during a case, no sign, no trace, nothing. It was torturous for you and a normality for the team.

They hadn’t known you were taken until 9 hours after it happened. It was normal, everyone went to bed in their hotel rooms and then you didn’t show up for the morning meet-up and they discovered that your hotel room door had been kicked in. Within the room, things were smashed, you fought back as hard as you could but you had been unsuccessful against the unsubs.

You were tortured. From the moment they had you chained to a wall, unable to escape- they had beaten you, waterboarded you and frankly you were on your very last legs by the time the knife came out. They had slit your throat in-front of your team and frankly it was a blessing and a curse that you lived.

From that day, you refused to see any of them. Not because you were angry they had not gotten to you sooner but at the fact that they had to witness that happen to you. So, you shut yourself out completely and drowned yourself in your sorrows.

So now, 6 months later you turn up at the only persons home who wouldn’t smother you. Your boss. Aaron Hotchner. The man who arguably was the biggest state at the incident than you were.

You wanted your job back, you needed it. Once you finished the seventh bottle of liquor of the week, on a Thursday evening- you knew you needed help.

You arrived at his house, a turtleneck covering the scar across your throat and sheepishly you knocked.

He answered.

It was clear he was shocked, his eyes betrayed that as they went from alarmed to softer, welcoming.

He said your name like he was seeing a ghost. In a way, he was. He had not seen you in 6 months. No returned phone calls, no communication, nothing but a letter on his desk with the results of your evaluation.

“I need help.”

His brows furrow as he welcomes you in, scanning the perimeter. After your words, he assumed the worst and came to your defence, placing himself closer to the danger. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You sigh. “Loaded question… but no, I just need to speak to you.”

He relaxes, visibly and mentally. The door shuts as he offers you a drink, taking you into his living room.

“I haven’t heard from you in a very long time. We are worried sick you know?”

“I know.” You admit sheepishly. “I have reasons and I will get to that but first… I need to come back.”

He frowns at your words. “After what happened?”

“Especially after what happened. I’m fine now- just… I need to come back.” You don’t plea but your tone is begging him on your knees.

“You need to pass your psych evaluation before that’s even a consideration… Strauss must have mentioned the early retirement with compensation to you-“ he states firmly.

“She did. I don’t want it. I thought about it, Hotch, I really did but I can’t do that.” You look at him now, your eyes wider now and he sighs.

“Are you serious about coming back?”

“Yes.” You state so sure he could tell your certainty. “I’m falling into a bad head state being away.”

“That is not the affect you should have on break…” he almost lectures, but not at you. He argues with the universe to defend your case. Always the prosecutor.

You look at one another for a moment.

“Hotch, I’m turning to alcohol to save my feelings. I need to feel safe, I need my home. My family.” You explain.

He stifles a sigh, looking at you calmly. “Are you under the influence now?”

You shake your head, running a hand through my hair. “I’ve identified the problem and I came straight to you.”

He takes a moment to look at your neck, the nightmares he has had about you falling to the ground in a pile of blood flashing through his brain.

“I appreciate you coming to me.” He nods in approval. “We’ve missed you a lot.”

“I’m sorry how absent I have been- I thought seeing me would make you guys resent me in a way.” You admit your truth and at that, his heart burns.

“What?”

“Because you had to watch what happened- I thought it would be easier if you had not seen me until I could accept it myself.” You state, your voice wavering slightly at him and he pulls you into a tight hug. You’re shocked. Frozen. Until you’re not, you hug him tightly back and you feel him press his face against your hair, a hand running through it.

“You listen to me. We want to be there for you, we want to support you. You aren’t alone and this was not your fault, okay?” He pulls back and talks to you and you nod in reply.

“How have you really been?” He inquires, pulling away now and you shake your head.

“It’s best you know what you don’t,” you whisper and look at him.

He says your name again.

“Look- I just… time won’t wait on me to heal and get better.” You frown.

“It will. You had a traumatic experience and I strongly encourage you take Strauss’ deal.” He furrows his brows at you, like it was a no-brainier.

“No. I need to come back. The BAU is my family, the place ironically that I feel safest. I want to know what safe is.”

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I’M JUST FRUSTRATED

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

cw: small blurb on a petty argument, aaron is lovely, teasing, gentleman, light mention of past relationships, defensive mechanism, pushing him away.

ps. It’s been a very long time since i last posted. I apologise. Maybe I’ll be gone again but I’m always here watching, reading.

“You’re being unfair.” Aaron states softly, his voice gentle and calm which was reflected through his body language.

He wasn’t wrong. You were being stubborn and unreasonable. After a long shift, you both fell onto the sofa and soon after you started to argue. Not an argument, just a slight disagreement. You were getting sick of the honeymoon phase, not actually, just enough to mourn how your relationship may fade once he no longer treats you so perfectly. It was on you completely. You were the problem, he had done absolutely nothing wrong. Call it self sabotage, call it an art of trauma in the past with your relationships but you wanted something to call him out on. Something to enable him to call this off, while it being on your terms. But… you didn’t want him to leave you- it was hard for you to explain your feelings about this.

“Am not.” You huff and don’t look at him.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron pleads, his voice almost making you melt, but it doesn’t. Though, it does encourage you to look at him.

“Aaron. I haven’t touched a door handle in months, I haven’t opened my own car door in weeks-“ you stress. He raises one eyebrow at your words.

“You’re seriously mad over not touching a door handle?” He smirks slightly, amusement drowning his tone.

“I’m frustrated not mad. You’re too… perfect and it’s pissing me off.” You huff and he actually laughs.

“You’re starting something because I’m perfect. You’re frustrated because I am a gentleman?” He queries, that amusement still prominent.

“Yes. I’m frustrated that you have given me no reason to pick a fight with you, or leave you.” You admit to him, looking him deep in the eye now.

“You want to leave me?” He asks.

“No, I don’t want to leave you. I’m just waiting to pick a fight and then you’ll get sick of me and you will leave me.” You tell him, explaining your irrational thought process.

“I’m getting lost?” He says, shaking his head softly. He places that mighty fine large hand of his on your thigh. “What do you mean?”

“I’m scared of you.” You admit another truth and he backs away. He retreats his hand from your thigh.

“Is it something I’ve done? Honey, I’m sorry-“ you cut him off.

“No- fuck, I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not scared of you, but I am. I’m scared of how well you treat me.” You try defend your point but he still looks lost.

“Darling- I’m a gentleman, you want to argue with me and have me leave you, now you’re scared of me?” He tries to use his logistical brain on an explanation as to what the hell is happening.

You huff. “You’re perfect, you do nothing wrong and I’m scared of that. I’m scared because I care about you so much and the thought of you leaving me makes me sick to my stomach.”

“So you think I want to leave you, sweetheart?” His eyes and voice softens, moving over your face even more delicately.

“Maybe you will…”

“I won’t. I really like you honey and I think I know what that feeling is.” He smiles softly, tracing your face with his finger. “I think you do too.”

“You make it so easy to fall for you, it’s annoying.” You huff and roll your eyes at him.

“Its easy to what sorry? i missed that.” He smiles, cupping his ear towards you.

“I’m in love with you.” You mumble and he hears you and grins.

“Come again?” He teases.

“I’m in love with you.” You say sharply, not at him, just the intensity of the words spoken.

He grins, proudly grins at you. “I’m proud of you honey.” He assures you with soothing circles traced upon your skin, like you had just admitted a hardship.

He pulls you softly into him, his lips pressing against yours delicately and you sigh relief, your hand moving towards his hair and gently playing with the strands. The kiss is slow, passionate, tender with the words that you just spoke. When he pulls away, he stays close, his forehead against yours as he whispers words meant only for your ears.

“Matter of fact, I love you just as much. Now, stop being mad at me for treating you how you deserve to be treated.”

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ANGEL FROM THE LEAF

Aaron Hotchner x Reader.

cw; soft!hotch, loveeeeeeeeee, mention of trauma and a case- not much just pure fluffffffff

a/n: been dreaming this multiple times had to write it. I am so in love with soft hotch bye

It was no secret that your heart was so pure and full of love. The team admired that about you. In a world amidst chaos and such horror, they could always rely on you for solace and warmth within the iciest winters.

After a long and brutal case in the middle of who knows where, some forest in the depth of Vermont, you were sat on a rock staring across the large lake before you. If you looked close enough, you could probably see your reflection within the rippled mirror. The gentle breeze of winters kiss created the odd splashing sensation of the waters embrace.

The leaves were staring to fall, the cynical reminder of the cyclical structure of natures seasons growing colder. Winter was your favourite time of the year, so much love, the feeling of warmth after the harsh draft of icy breath.

The winters sun broke through the clouds as the case wrapped up, almost like irony of peace settling over the small town after the harsh brutality that recently haunted them. They can finally rest.

You sat on that rock, lonesome, for a long time. You simply stared into the landscape before you and admired it gently. At some point, you heard footsteps gain closer to you, the echoing crunch of the leaves that had before fallen. You didn't turn round, you did not need to.

"Aaron," you say gently, continuing to examine the scene.

"Hey, how'd you know it was me?" He retorts, his voice shimmering on the soft tone you held. The mutual agreement this moment, the lake and the two of you shouldn't have its peace disturbed.

"Your footsteps are distinctive." You finally look at him, stood lightly behind here you were sat, looking over your right shoulder up at him.

"That's a trauma response, you know?" He replies with a gentle look in his eye.

"I do know that, come here..." you gesture beside you, inviting him to sit.

He obeys and a comfortable silence falls over you two. The birds started chirping softly as the wind cried gently, blowing your hair across your face which causes you to oddly tuck it behind your ear once more, it inevitability going to repeat the action.

"Isn't it so peaceful." You state, eyeing the trees.

"It is considering what horror has happened here." He agrees, looking at you. His hazel eyes catching on the glimpse of sunlight.

"How can something so beautiful hold secrets so dangerous, so... traumatising." You ask. It was rhetorical. Simply a plea to the universe for peace, for beauty within the frightening.

"I've been wondering that myself." He states. It was a duplicity, he was not just referring to nature. You.

"Do you ever wonder if this job is too much, that you're..." you pause, thinking of the feeling.

"Losing yourself?" He finishes your sentence and you nod, gently.

"Yeah, how do you know if you're losing yourself in the pain and horror we see day in day out?"

"If you can admit to feeling that way, I assure you, you're not." He reassures you, not meaning to but he does. "I will never let you lose yourself."

"The team has lost so much to this job, Rossi and his relationships, Derek and his belief in the world, Emily with her freedom..." you state, looking at him to find him already catching your eye. "You."

"It's true, but I won't let you lose any part of yourself. Neither will they." He looks gently at you, seeing the way the sun reflects off of your skin, your hair. He thinks you are ethereal, a real life angel sent to earth to save him, to save his team.

"I trust you." You say delicately, practically a whisper at him.

His body is pressed against yours, your legs brushed against one another, your shoulders gently connecting, despite the height difference between the two of you.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For offering me your trust. For letting me know you." He whispers in return as another wave of wind pushes against your face, blowing a few strands of hair over your eyes.

You reach to tuck it behind your ear.

He beats you to it.

You touch his hand.

It was an accident.

Your stomach flutters with the gentle ripple of adrenaline. Dopamine.

"You underestimate yourself. I'm lucky to have the opportunity to have you in my life, Hotch." You reply, your voice gentle. Angelic.

"Aaron."

You smile gently, really looking at him. "Aaron."

It was like your souls were entwined, the relief as you drop the weight on your shoulders as you realise a search you unknowingly longed for, ended. You heart reached its destination of yearning, of searching for its better half. It was sat before you, in the form of a gentle and loving man whose heart ached to be close to yours, to be privileged enough to sit besides you or to hear you laugh, that sweet melody that brought a gentle flush throughout his being. Every finer of his body called for you, yearned for your proximity.

"You have a beautiful soul," he says your name and it sounds like a song you once knew but didn't. Like something brand new that offers the excitement of the unknown, but the raw feeling of vulnerabilities and familiarity.

You stay silent, staring longingly at him. This was new territory. You were not dating, never got close to it. Though, your sounds unknowingly fell so hard in a mess they wished to stay surrounded by. Forever.

You felt an urge to drop a cliche three words to him. It felt right.

"Aaron," you whisper, staring into his eyes so tenderly.

"I know..." he smiles gently. sharing your admiration. "Believe me darling, I know."

You smile, bright enough to bring sun to his darkest days forthcoming. Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek gently, barely touching him as it ghosts his cheek. The first move.

He leans into your touch.

Your hand. His cheek. Connected.

He leans forwards, as do you and gently your foreheads touch. You take a deep breath. So does he. Then, he gently moves forwards and your lips connect in a feather touch as your heart beats with anxiety, your body instinctively moving to be closer to him. He kisses you delicately, lovingly but eagerly. This is new, a feeling you have never felt and you finally felt complete- like your life finally made sense.

You both pull back after a while, smiling gently at one another as you let out a soft giggle. "I really do."

"Me too," he whispers back. The three unspoken words looming between you two like a hypnotising buzz in the air. You love him. he loves you.

You just kissed your boss and it felt so right.

Maybe the leaves fall each season for a reason, to remember each moment, to create a fresh start. They served their purpose and gained another.

You gained the man who will care for you for the rest of your life.

He gained his angel.

[hotchnersangel]

Nonchalant

Aaron Hotchner

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an: me core, no nonchalance in my body.

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You aspire to be nonchalant, mysterious and a question mark in the minds of your colleagues at the FBI. Imagine being able to keep a secret like Emily did, or be able to compartmentalise your emotions as well as Hotch does- you think they are so cool for the ability to do that. When you joined the BAU, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't overshare, you wouldn't be able to be read like a book.

Though, the moment you joined the team and Derek Morgan asked you a simple question about your life, you jumped at the chance to overshare. That is just how it was. You were sad? Everyone could tell, despite how well you managed your micro expressions. it was just how you were and the team loved that about you.

On the way back from a case, you were sat on the jet besides the window with Emily sat on your other side- Aaron Hotchner was sat in front of you, besides him was Derek Morgan.

On the case, you had been questioned by an officer on something which had left you spiralling about your personal experiences. the conversation fell into that. "I like to think I'm quite contained- I'm pretty nonchalant right?"

A beat of silence fell throughout the jet, everyone was in good spirits due to the successful case- no deaths, no casualties. Which is why the smiles on everyone's faces weren't a shock. However, cutting through the silence, Aaron Hotchner laughs. Out loud. That threw you off.

You drowned out everyone's comments or remarks, zoning into the sound of angelic laughter. It was deep but louder than ever expected by the boss man himself. It felt alien, as sad as it was to say. Sometimes you got a smirk from him, never even a smile- even that was more than the others usually got. So, a belly laugh threw you off.

"Why are you all laughing at me?"

"You and nonchalant are not even in the same sentence." Emily jokes.

"Not even the same page," Derek adds.

"Or the same book," JJ smiles as she says it.

"Let alone the same library." Aaron Hotchner adds and everyone breaks into laughter once more at the obscurity of his joke- coming from him. Even you have to laugh.

"I'm not that bad guys..." You defend yourself, quizzing a brow at their reactions.

"You are, pretty lady." Derek smirks at you.

"Am not. I can be mysterious..."

"Go on then, tell us when you were mysterious." Rossi plays along and you nod proudly at his belief in you.

"Okay... When we went out last week- I did not tell that man about what we did for work-"

"No instead you told him that you did not fancy him because you were already in love and went into great detail about Ho-" Emily butts in.

"Okay- bad example... I've been nonchalant about how I find Hotch hot though-" you say proudly looking at them and they all laugh and face plant.

"What?" You question, confused of the reaction. Then, you use the opportunity to look at Hotch to see him smiling at you. A smile, a quirked lip. Two.

"Oh fuck-" you realise you have fully contradicted your own point. "Maybe I am not as nonchalant as I thought."

"No, you are not." Aaron Hotchner continues to smile softly at you, his brown eyes gently admiring you.

[hotchnersangel]

MY MAN ON WILLPOWER

Aaron Hotchner

brother in law series

"He's busy, he's working, he doesn't have time for me, my slutty pyjamas not tempting him in the least."

taglist: @khxna @martuxduckling

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cw; cheesy twist on the one bed trope, swearing, f!reader, hinted blue eyes and blonde reader but not specific at all, hotch has a private moment w reader in mind, cuddling???

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It was never unusual for the team to be bunked with other members of the team in a hotel- in fact, it was pretty typical. It was something to do with the BAU budgets but that always confused you; if they can afford rooms in a 5 star hotel for basically every case, surely they can reduce to four stars to ensure everyone gets their own room. Anyway, you don't mind sharing a room- in fact, you probably prefer not being alone.

You, Emily and JJ had been taking it in turns to share a hotel together since your split with Sean, they thought it may be weird for you and Hotch to share straight off the bat but this time, it was your turn to share with him and you were sort of... excited.

You had been getting much closer recently, talking more as he checks on how you are doing. Naturally, you are attracted to him- I mean, you dated his brother, it's the genes you find attractive. Though, you were convinced he did not feel the same as you did. Despite the events that have gone down between you, you are adamant he is sworn off of relationships maybe forever.

Your first night in the hotel was off to a great start, the team had dinner from the buffet together then you all parted ways to shower off the travel and events of the day. Your bedroom had two double beds, though you both unconsciously put luggage onto the other bed...

Aaron gestured for you to shower first and so, you did. You left him on the table in the corner of the room with sprawled out case files and documents scattered around.

You walk out in a pair of your most revealing considerable pyjamas... maybe not the most conventional option of sleepwear but you were prepared for warm nights. It's a lacy turquoise blue that really defines your eyes and the colour of your hair. You look hot, you look slutty. (in a cool way) You walk out of the bathroom, placing your toiletries back into your case and look at Hotch.

He didn't even look up at you. You weren't annoyed just slightly disappointed. "Good shower?"

"Mmm. Quite spacious too." You offer, grabbing your hair brush and standing before the mirror to brush your hair.

After a moment, he finally got up with a slap to his thighs. "Right, I'm going to have a shower."

You huff slightly as you hear the shower turn on and curse yourself in the mirror. "Obviously he doesn't want you, you dated his brother." You repeat in your head, over and over.

But, he is still a man and you were a very beautiful woman in very minimal clothing- so, how could he not at least... look. That's all you really wanted from him, maybe just his validation.

What you failed to notice however was when you were putting away your stuff back into your case, Aaron couldn't focus on the work any longer. His eyes roamed from your ankles and slowly up your legs, across your arms and inevitably laces he should not be looking. He was transfixed at the sight of you before him that he couldn't look at you again. Once you turn back to face him and sat infant of him... every single fibre of his being fought against his desire to look at you again. God, he couldn't get those pyjamas out of his mind. He could not stop thinking about the fact that his idiotic brother got to see such a beautiful woman so... exposed, and still throw away the chance he had with her.

Aaron would literally kill to be in a position to let his thoughts out- to word vomit love bombs and cheesy lines to make you feel as precious as you look. But, he couldn't. It would be so wrong.

But man, was it killing him not to.

You didn't know that the first few minutes of his shower was cold. The breeze as blue as the little set you decided to wear in-front of him.

When he walked out, you were sprawled on the bed in the dim light of the tv, watching some shitty reality show to gain some non important relief from the weight of the case.

Aaron should walk out of the bathroom and practically leap beside you on the bed. He should smother your body in kisses, mixed between phrases of 'You're a vision', 'My darling angel'... he should physically take a photo of how you looked right now, not just mentally...

"Aaron?" You ask sitting up slightly when he just stares at the bed for a moment too long.

He looks up, finally meeting your eye and he feels utter guilt at the activities he just took part of in the shower, with your name on his lips and you on his mind. He felt dirty, like he needed another shower but he was now scarred by the colour blue.

"Yeah?" He muttered as he walked back over to the case files.

"Come on, get into bed and rest... you won't solve the case tonight-" You try reason with him, he just shakes his head and doesn't look at you.

"Aaron, look at me..." You speak so gently it barely registers through the sound waves to his ears. He looks at you and you smile, patting the bed beside you. "Come to bed."

Who was he to be lured into bed by a woman like you. If he was a sailor, you would be the siren that brings him such danger. He practically runs to join you in bed, the unspoken rule of only using one bed seemed to translate which confused the both of you. Little words were then exchanged, you turned the tv off, he turned the side lamp off and you lay on opposite sides of the bed.

"Do you want me to go onto the other bed?" He asks with genuine fear of you being uncomfortable with him like this. As if seeing him in his plaid pyjama bottoms and his grey fitted shirt was not a delicious sight.

"No." You answer immediately. maybe too quick.

"Alright."

Silence.

"Do you want me to?" You reply.

"Definitely not." He grumbles.

`"Okay."

You don't know how it happens but you roll over the get comfier, bored of your other side and you turn to face Aaron, opening your eyes softly. You see him already facing you and at the sound of your movement, his eyes open too, analysing you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just getting comfy." You smile at him and he smiles gently in return.

Silence.

You close your eyes.

So does he.

You stretch your legs and hit one of his, you pull back and mumble a "Sorry."

"It's okay."

You test the waters again, moving your leg just short of his. He knows it's there. You know he know's that it is there.

Silence.

He shuffles closer discreetly, as discreetly as you can in a creaky hotel bed.

Your leg touches his and his arm nearly touches your stomach. You want it to, you want him closer. You play asleep and about 20 minutes later roll closer to him. His hand was now under your arm.

He pulls his hand back for a moment and you let out a hum, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your stomach. You smile softly at the position and you roll over so your back now faces him.

"I know you're awake too," He whispers, his hand still draped over your hip.

"I know."

"My arm is around you." He states.

"Oh yes... I know." You pass his comment off.

"Are you comfy?"

"Very." you whisper.

"I'm not." He says softly and you frown, waiting for his hand to loosen from your side but it just tightens, pulling you closer towards him, His chest flat against your back, his chin resting on the top of your head and his arm between the two of yours against your chest.

"Comfy?" You inquire with a shit eating grin.

"The comfiest." He also smiles.

[hotchnersangel]

BABE, HAVE YOU GOT A PROBLEM?

Aaron Hotchner

brother in law series

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cw; oh boyyyy lots of f words dropped, alcohol mentions, non vegetarian reader, screaming match, dickkkk Sean Hotchner, mention of self doubt and comparing to another woman, mention of a typical model, angry hotch, protective hotch.

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Shortly after your broke up with Sean, you hated to admit that you kept an eye on everyone involved in the cheating scandal. You discovered the woman Sean cheated on you with was a model. From New York. A successful model, which at first sent you spiralling in a loophole of self doubt and self-pity. Until, you picked yourself up again. You remembered who you are and you stopped caring.

If Sean wanted to throw away your relationship, that is fine. That is his loss and your gain.

He stayed with the model. You didn't care... maybe a little bit, but that was your ego talking.

After a case in New York, Rossi decided to treat the team to a meal in fancy new Italian restaurant that cost more than your apartment to eat at (probably)

Just to your luck, a familiar head of blonde hair strolls in midway through you were eating a bowl of bolognaise, well it was more of a stumble- which earnt him and the blonde girl on his arm a lot of side glances. He looks up to you and Aaron sat besides each other with the whole team and walks directly towards your table- ignoring the waiters insistent words asking for a booking or reservation. He just bee-lined towards your table.

He stands at the end and you try not to acknowledge his presence but you could feel it, you could feel him there and a sickness grew in the pit of your stomach at the sight of the woman on his arm. The damn model with perfect hair, a perfect body, perfect clothes...

"Sean- you should leave." Aaron threatens with utmost authority, the kind he would use within a case while interrogating an unsub.

"I want to see my dear brother... and you." He looks directly at you and you finally cave, looking at him with a sigh.

"Are you drunk again Sean? Have you got a problem?" You implore, feeling nauseated.

"Not much." He shrugs and his model clears her throat. "Thought you two should meet Bri."

"I think I saw enough of the two of you a few months ago, thanks" You nod curtly.

"Sean this is immature." Aaron crosses his arm in defence of you, with all intentions of supporting you throughout this exchange.

"Come on," Sean says your name with frustration and rolls his eyes. "That was months ago now."

You scoff and shake your head, "Seems like you haven't changed if you followed us into a restaurant to do this."

Sean frowns and looks towards the door, "Let's talk outside then?"

"No offence but we don't want to speak to you." Aaron says bluntly.

Sean rolls his eyes with disgust and basically spits at you and Aaron. "So she's manipulated you into hating me too?"

Aaron widens his eyes then furrows his eyebrows. "No one has manipulated me into anything, I can observe the situation and make my opinion based on that."

"Frankly brother," Sean taunts patronisingly, "This is not any of your business, mate."

"It is when you treated her like a dick, typical you." He retorts, paying him half his attention.

"Are you fucking in love with her or something?" He lets out a sarcastic laugh and raises his voice. "I always knew you wanted to fuck my girl."

"I'm not your girl, Bri right there seems to be and frankly you are proving Aaron's point that you are a dick." You defend the two of you and Brianna scoffs at you.

"You're just bitter that he chose me over you."

You pause for a moment and widen your eyes. "Wow, you guys are perfect for each other. You are both egotistical, narcissistic and self entitled human beings."

Sean lunges forwards intimidatingly, "talk about me all you want but leave my girl out of this."

"I'm not doing this here with you Sean." You resist, seeing the stares and commotion uprising around you.

"Then come outside with us, I just offered you that you fucking bitch." He basically shouts and Aaron, Emily and Derek make a move to stand up and keep him away from you.

"That's quite enough," Rossi says calmly to Sean and gestures for the others to sit back down.

"Talk to me like that again you are in more trouble than harassing FBI agents." You throw at him. He scoffs.

"You call me narcissistic but you use your job as a leverage over anyone else." He grimaces and stares at you.

"You know that is not true as much as anyone else here." You frown, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at his anger. "Are you going to tell me what you want or continue throwing a tantrum infront of everyone?"

"I want to talk to you. I said that." He retorts and you fight the urge to yell at him.

"No, you came in here shouting at me." You correct him and his eyes flash with a hint of embarrassment.

"If we talk, you promise me to never talk to me, never seek me out or actively intend to bump into me again?" You reason with him after a moment despite the protests of Aaron telling you 'don't do it.', 'he doesn't deserve it.'

"Fine." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

You follow him out of the restaurant, to stand outside. His girlfriend didn't follow, so you assume she excused herself to the bathroom.

"What could you so desperately need to talk to me about, Sean?" You ask him, pleading him to disappear from your life.

"I wanted to see you."

"So you brought the fucking girl I walked in on you with, while you were cheating on me?" You try explain how ridiculous this situation sounded. "To see me?"

"I'm sorry." He admits and you analyse his eyes for a moment, trying to determine if he held any guilt.

"Thank you for saying that." You retort coldly.

"That's all you have to say?" He raises his voice slightly. "I basically just told you I still loved you and you say thank you?"

You laugh in his face at his ludicrously. "Are you kidding me?"

When he doesn't reply you laugh harder.

That makes him vexed.

"You said you wanted to see me, Sean. Nowhere did you confess your undying love for me?" You meet his tone, waving your hands around to emphasise your words.

"Now you're laughing at me like I'm the fucking joker, again." He fumes, his face basically turning red with anger.

"You think that you look like the idiot in this situation, Sean? I hate to admit it but you played me like a fucking fiddle and I'm the fool for it." You don't shout, you stay calm trying to cling to any composure you have left.

"You think I don't look like an idiot after breaking up with you and you are all over my brother?" He practically screams and you stand in silence.

"So, this is what this is about? You're jealous that I get on with Aaron?" You ask genuinely intrigued to hear his answer.

"No, I'm just disgusted you have the audacity to downgrade to him." He spits the word him like it was a disease he tried so hard to avoid, like he was plaguing the life he could have had. He spoke about Aaron like he was a root of poison ivy within a bed of sunflowers.

"First of all, Aaron is double the man you have ever and could ever be and double is generous to you." You actually raise your voice, for the first time, into a shout, overly passionate about defending this topic. "So don't you dare even speak his name with disgrace when his brother, you, is the worst, most immature and ludicrous man to ever walk this earth."

"I knew I wasn't fucking crazy." He matches my tone, taking a step towards me. "Listen, he just wants to fuck you because he wants to prove a point to me- that he has authority over me and you're letting it happen."

"Typical of you to think everyone's actions revolve around you, Sean. Just because you're a disgrace to mankind doesn't mean Aaron is. His heart is so pure, he is so loyal and I can believe that he never liked you because you're a bad influence because you, Sean Hotchner, are a dick, you are jerk, you are everything that is wrong with this world and this society and frankly I never want to ever fucking speak to you again and if I am lucky, never fucking see your face ever again."

You take a deep breath, seeing his taken back expression. You were a mess, a crying, mumbling fumble of venomous words towards the man before you and you can hardly see what is going on in front of you through the tears streaming out of your eyes.

You feel a hand on your back and you hear Aaron's voice next to your ear. "Leave. Now."

You think it's to you, so you make a move but he gently clutches your arm. "Not you. Never you."

Sean leaves and you are a mess of snotty despair. Sobbing into the arms of the brother of the man who broke your heart and you had frankly never felt so safe and comfortable to let out these ugly emotions.

"I will never ask you to leave." He repeats as he places a gentle kiss against your forehead and suddenly life feels a lot simpler.

[hotchnersangel]

on a roll currently with the brother in law series... maybe another one soon... as In today or tomorrow soon......

[hotchnersangel]

BROTHER IN LAW SERIES

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Brother in law (Sean breaks ur heart)

When did you get hot? (you see Aaron in a new way)

babe, have you got a problem? (Sean confronts you with the team)

my man on willpower (roomied up with slutty pjs)

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[hotchnersangel]

WHEN DID YOU GET HOT?

Aaron Hotchner

brother in law series

cw; alcohol, drunk reader, reader described to wear revealing clothing, fem!reader let me know if I forgot anything.

been inspired by sabrina's new album it's soooo Aaron coded.

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It was a known fact that the Hotchner siblings were hot. Earth shatteringly, jaw droppingly, run me over with your car and I thank you-kinda hot. Though, before your breakup you only appreciated the looks of Sean Hotchner, naturally. You simply appreciated that your boss was nice to look at rather than fully noticing his potential.

Since the split, you had been noticing more about Aaron. More about the whole team, it seemed like they not only hired the most intelligent agents but also the hottest. You started to notice the quirks of the team, the flattery from Derek becoming more reciprocated into flirty banter. Overall, the team saw a new side to you. You had always been charming but never flirty, you were very loyal and respectful to Sean in that aspect but now you owe no one your loyalties.

So, you came a ruthless flirt.

Though, it felt wrong to flirt with Aaron- for reasonable reasons but it had been almost a year since you split with Sean and Aaron started to get so so unbelievably hot. After all, he was becoming the person you could not have- forbidden fruit which enticed you more.

His kevlar vest started to shrink, making your imagination ten times stronger. The sight of him with his gun almost made you scream. His shouting during interrogations which usually elicited a straight face behind the double sided glass changed at some point into a desire to bite your lip, hard to resist.

Private nights alone in your empty apartment became less sad and your mind always ran to him.

At first, you were mortified. He was almost your brother in law but you realised that you never saw him that way, he was simply just Sean's brother and a good friend to you.

Alcohol mixed with these desires was almost a recipe for disaster but you've decided to push your luck recently so why not carry on.

The team finished up on a case early and so collectively you all decided to visit a jazz bar that Rossi suggested.

Aaron never usually came- not until today.

When you saw him, well... you wished it would stay that way.

He walked towards the group wearing a black henley, your new favourite item of clothing. His arms stretching the material of the sleeves, the material bunched where it was rolled up his sleeves to show his greek goddess carved arms. Veiny, hairy, delicious.

The sight alone earned a double take, a triple take.

Your jaw dropped subtly looking at him, you could stare at him all day. He looked insanely good and suddenly, you changed from a blonde preference girl to a brunette. The way he wore it so well completely changed your life, not to be dramatic but you dotted on him.

The way he walked so composed, so mature, with so much authority despite not being on duty drove you insane. He strode over to the group, nodding at everyone in greeting, taking a seat besides you.

"Hi Aaron." You smiled at him, you created a habit of referring to him as Aaron and he accepted it from you, passing it off as avoiding the thoughts of his brother.

Suddenly, you were grateful for your outfit choice, revealing but not too much. Maybe, just maybe, he would notice you the way you were noticing him.

He did. Unbeknownst to you, he always had and it made him crazy. Anytime your brother would bring you with him, it made his insides churn. He would try compartmentalise his attraction towards you as a person because Sean was your partner not him. It drove him crazy. Sean, his brother he loathed so much had the privilege of once touching you, loving you and he threw that away for another woman which undoubtably to Hotch was a downgrade. How could it not have been? Hotch thought you were the perfect woman. Always had.

"How are you?" He asked gently, taking a glance at your outfit.

You smile. "I'd be better with a margarita." You wink playfully and his lip quirks once more.

"On it." He nods, returning a few minutes later with a margarita and a whiskey. Placing your drink infant of you, the casually slipping into conversation with Rossi.

As he talks, you silently trace every inch of him with your gaze.

You sip your drink, trying to clear your mind and before you know it you are three margaritas in and two tequila shots down and frankly, you are plastered.

You had danced with Emily, flirted countless times with Derek and now you needed a break. So, you sit back with Aaron and Rossi. Rossi excusing himself to go to the bathroom and you sit for a moment with Aaron.

"You know, you were an ugly kid." You giggle as you realise what came out your mouth, you look at Hotch to see his amused face looking back at you.

"Thank you?" He speaks in his deep, authoritative tone.

"Sean showed me photos of you two when you were younger and it baffles me," you blurt.

"Did he now?"

"Mhm. Ugly kid but you're certainly a sexier man." You shrug and go to take a sip of his drink but he covers it and moves it away slightly. You frown at his actions.

"I think you have had enough for tonight." He smirks, taking a sip from his drink.

"I like your top." You look at him through doe eyes and it takes everything in him to contain himself.

"Thank you, you look beautiful tonight." He admits quietly and you blush.

"Thank you, I tried." You shrug and sit back.

"You don't need to try." He takes a sip as if it would mask his confession.

"You know, I always thought you were more of a man than Sean." You admit, maybe unwillingly to your sober mind.

"Really?" He quirks his eyebrow in questioning.

"Yeah, you just proved it to me by complimenting me."

He hums. "He didn't?"

You shook your head in reply and rested your head on your arm, against the back of the booth. "Well, he was always a bit blind to what he has."

"What does that mean?" You inquire but you're interrupted by Rossi's return.

The conversation ended there, but you spent the next few days reminiscing and analysing what he could have meant.

[hotchnersangel]

almost at 200 followers which is soooooo cool guys, TikTok makes it sound like 200 people is nothing but to me it's everything like???/ 200 people like my messy imagines of husband hotch and that's like huge to me. I love you!!!!!!

[hotchnersangel]

BROTHER IN LAW.

Aaron Hotchner

brother in law series

cw; Sean Hotchner is a knob in this, kinda pining Aaron, Aaron adores u, cheating, toxic relationship mention

ok let me cook this could be a great series I'm just getting back into writing again so it is a bit chaotic but hear me out....

It was a well known fact that you were dating the forbidden fruit. A certain genre of nepotism within the BAU with your boss being Aaron Hotchner. The man you once believed to be your future brother in law.

You and Sean had been dating for two years. You were the type of couple to break up publicly but within the next couple hours, would return to the other’s arms, like you had never fallen out of love to begin with. It was rough.

You tried to avoid mentioning your relationship to the team to avoid the risk of Aaron hearing it through the grapevine. Although, you knew their relationship was never substantial. You had tried many of times to bring them back together, to reconcile the brotherly bond Sean always spoke about wanting but Sean could be immature, he was irresponsible and overall a messy human; but, he had always loved you like you hung the stars. Until, one day he sort of stopped holding you to such high praise and you simply became familiar to him.

He stopped calling you pretty, stopped asking if you were okay or safe, he stopped loving you and you knew it. But, you continued to stay because you could love him for the enough for the both of you.

This time you broke up for good. You were done. It wasn’t a silly petty argument about leaving his laundry around or you never spending time with him anymore but he crossed the line massively. He did something you swore to never excuse, so you owed it to yourself to leave him.

You didn’t tell a soul, not until you would eventually have to. Inevitably the team would find out soon. It was hard for them to not notice the solemn look across your face for the past month or so. You were chronically sad, critically self loathing and a complete mess. You had dyed your hair, then dyed it again- you sometimes came in looking manic, sometimes like you had been crying all night long. It didn’t take a profiler to understand that something drastic had changed in your life- and it only took Aaron’s knowledge of his brother to understand that he was the at the root of your pain.

On your way back from a case, the team was overjoyed and relaxed. A rare emotion to grace the jet. No one was injured, no one was killed. Everyone survived, so why did it still feel like a funeral? Why did your heart ache at the memories stored within your mind, your rotting soul. Not only did the team notice your looming storm cloud, but they felt it. They felt the cold chill of icy pain emitting from the depth of your soul and they simply felt useless. They could not help you, they didn’t know if you even wanted to be helped.

You grew so accustomed to misery and forced comparison that you found comfort within your pain. It became your new familiarity. You were content knowing you were sworn to a life of grey from now on.

It killed Aaron Hotchner to watch the fallout of the seems that bound your soul. He cared about you, so much. He noticed every attempt you took to reunite himself and Sean, he noticed how you would include him in every conversation so he didn’t feel left out. That’s why it hurt him so much to see you in such agonising pain over someone who hardly deserved you. Aaron knew Sean, which is why he was so scared to ask what the hell happened between you and the person he shared his dna makeup with.

He tried to help you through the weeks, taking off some of you files so you could get home earlier, he would sit closer to you when he felt you needed comfort or someone around you and when you were truly hurting- he avoided you, so you wouldn’t have to look at his eyes or his facial features and be reminded of the man that caused you this pain.

But, it was time for an intervention. Aaron got up from his seat on the jet and walked to the lonesome seat before you.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned, in his usual tone so you didn’t feel obligated to be vulnerable. That was your choice.

You look up at him, immediately clocking his intentions but you roll with it. “I’m glad no one was injured.”

Aaron nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we got lucky with this one.”

Then, silence.

“You can talk about him you know?” Aaron says, staring at you softly.

“He is your brother.” You reiterate like you had told yourself a thousand times.

“He is,” his lip quirked at the observation, slightly amused by your tone. “Nothing you can say about Sean would be worse than what I have thought about him.”

Your lip quirks, only slightly but just enough for Aaron to feel accomplished in himself.

“Has he told you anything?” You ask.

Aaron shakes his head in reply. “We have barely spoke since you got together, unless it was about you.”

“We broke up.” You admit. “But, you already knew that didn’t you?”

“I figured you did…” he opens the topic up.

“I don’t want you to hate him.” You admit.

“Believe me, a part of me has always hated him unreasonably so maybe you will offer me a valid reason.” He admits casually.

“I tried to get you two to… talk again.” You admit.

“I know you did, but nothing anyone can say or do will change how we feel about each other.” He shrugs.

You sigh.

“He cheated on me.”

Aaron doesn’t move for a moment, his features however clench tighter and his eyes burn with a flicker of what. “He did what?”

“When we went to the case in Ohio, I came back and well… saw them.” You frown, reliving the moment.

He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, in silence.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this now.” You apologise guiltily.

“Don’t. Don’t ever apologise for confiding in me. You know I care about you, so much.” He tells you and you smile softly.

“I know you do. I’m very grateful.”

“I can’t believe him.” He shakes his head with anger, like he was talking to himself. “He always fucking does this.”

“Does what?” You ask.

“He always finds a way to fuck up someone else’s life without thinking of the consequences.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry you guys couldn’t get along.”

“No, I’m not thinking about that.” He says your name softly, contrasting to his angry tone. “I’m thinking about how much you have been affected by this. I hate seeing you so hurt.”

You look at him softly, offering a genuine smile. “It’s okay, really I will be okay.”

“It is not okay, whether you are or not. What he did is not okay and I’m going to kill him.” He threatens and you shake your head.

“No, you won’t. You’re no good to anyone if you’re locked up for manslaughter.” You lecture softly, placing your hand on his arm. “I feel much safer when I am around you Aaron, you know that.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do. I know you always have my back. I’ve known it since the first Christmas we all spent together.” You recite the memory from the two of you and… Sean, and you smile at the memory.

“Come here,” he says gently, in the corner of the jet. He pulls you into a hug. A tight hug. “I’m so sorry for the hurt that my brother has caused you.”

And from that day onwards, Aaron swore to protect you from anything and everything. In a way, he treated you like family, but not a sister or a daughter. He treated you like he served a purpose, like a soldier protects and fights for his country.

[hotchnersangel]

Nonchalant

Aaron Hotchner

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an: me core, no nonchalance in my body.

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You aspire to be nonchalant, mysterious and a question mark in the minds of your colleagues at the FBI. Imagine being able to keep a secret like Emily did, or be able to compartmentalise your emotions as well as Hotch does- you think they are so cool for the ability to do that. When you joined the BAU, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't overshare, you wouldn't be able to be read like a book.

Though, the moment you joined the team and Derek Morgan asked you a simple question about your life, you jumped at the chance to overshare. That is just how it was. You were sad? Everyone could tell, despite how well you managed your micro expressions. it was just how you were and the team loved that about you.

On the way back from a case, you were sat on the jet besides the window with Emily sat on your other side- Aaron Hotchner was sat in front of you, besides him was Derek Morgan.

On the case, you had been questioned by an officer on something which had left you spiralling about your personal experiences. the conversation fell into that. "I like to think I'm quite contained- I'm pretty nonchalant right?"

A beat of silence fell throughout the jet, everyone was in good spirits due to the successful case- no deaths, no casualties. Which is why the smiles on everyone's faces weren't a shock. However, cutting through the silence, Aaron Hotchner laughs. Out loud. That threw you off.

You drowned out everyone's comments or remarks, zoning into the sound of angelic laughter. It was deep but louder than ever expected by the boss man himself. It felt alien, as sad as it was to say. Sometimes you got a smirk from him, never even a smile- even that was more than the others usually got. So, a belly laugh threw you off.

"Why are you all laughing at me?"

"You and nonchalant are not even in the same sentence." Emily jokes.

"Not even the same page," Derek adds.

"Or the same book," JJ smiles as she says it.

"Let alone the same library." Aaron Hotchner adds and everyone breaks into laughter once more at the obscurity of his joke- coming from him. Even you have to laugh.

"I'm not that bad guys..." You defend yourself, quizzing a brow at their reactions.

"You are, pretty lady." Derek smirks at you.

"Am not. I can be mysterious..."

"Go on then, tell us when you were mysterious." Rossi plays along and you nod proudly at his belief in you.

"Okay... When we went out last week- I did not tell that man about what we did for work-"

"No instead you told him that you did not fancy him because you were already in love and went into great detail about Ho-" Emily butts in.

"Okay- bad example... I've been nonchalant about how I find Hotch hot though-" you say proudly looking at them and they all laugh and face plant.

"What?" You question, confused of the reaction. Then, you use the opportunity to look at Hotch to see him smiling at you. A smile, a quirked lip. Two.

"Oh fuck-" you realise you have fully contradicted your own point. "Maybe I am not as nonchalant as I thought."

"No, you are not." Aaron Hotchner continues to smile softly at you, his brown eyes gently admiring you.

[hotchnersangel]

SILLY

Aaron Hotchner x Reader.

A/n: little fic because i am in this predicament and had a dream about driving to work.

cw: dangerous driving (dont do it kids), stern hotch, lecturer hotch, hotch so manly and masculine that he wants you to be safe and stay away from danger hotch. Broken bones.

Hotch had never been mad at you, but in this moment he got awfully close. He takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge above his nose.

“You did what?” He repeats his previous statement.

“I drove,” you shrug and sit in your office chair, facing your desk.

“Give me your keys.” He orders sternly.

You ignore him, “how about you give me some case files?” You grin cheekily in reply to him.

“You are on sickness leave, you are not working.” He finalises but you continue to push.

“I’m literally fine.” You huff in reply, he was more stubborn than you so this would prove a problem.

“You are joking me?” He inquires with little amusement, to which you reply the sentiment and shake your head.

“No, I’m here to work.”

He sighs sharply. “You drove to work while on sick leave, with a cast on your leg. You are not working today.”

You pout your lip. “Exactly? I went through the effort now please?” You beg.

“Keys. Now.”

“No.”

He gives you that look- the look he gives to intimidate unsubs into sacrificing their truths.

“Fine.” You hand over your keys.

“For that, another week off.” He shakes his head, frustrated with your silly actions. Though, you could tell he partly must have been amused.

“Now you are the one kidding me right?” You argue.

“No and I will make it two if you don’t follow me to my car.” He crosses his arms.

“Where are we going?”

“You are going home and I am dropping you off. Come on.” He states, walking away from you. But he waits ahead for you to catch up.

“What about my car? Where is that going to go?”

“It is staying here so it is far away from you.”