oh, i can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland

my house of stone, your ivy grows and now i'm covered in you neveah / twenty three / she/her

[lilacprentiss]

every version of almost

In the high-stakes world of divorce law, Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss are courtroom rivals—sharp, relentless, and always on opposite sides. But when a volatile case throws them together again, buried feelings resurface, threatening to destroy the careful lives they’ve built with their respective spouses.

warnings: emotional & physical cheating, angst, divorce themes

[luhwithah]

Hostage (Hotchniss Version) ♡

Gold on your fingertips,

Fingertips against my cheek

Gold leaf across your lips

Kiss me until I can't speak

[lilacprentiss]

tis the damn season is so hotchniss coded goodbye

[lilacprentiss]

every version of almost

In the high-stakes world of divorce law, Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss are courtroom rivals—sharp, relentless, and always on opposite sides. But when a volatile case throws them together again, buried feelings resurface, threatening to destroy the careful lives they’ve built with their respective spouses.

warnings: emotional & physical cheating, angst, divorce themes

[lilacprentiss]

chargers one and 2 up on ao3!!

[lilacprentiss]

hotchniss + "take my jacket" from the prompt list!

hii! here’s the fic for it, hope you enjoy and feel free to send more prompts🩷 i promise ill get around to them <3 (pls tell me if you hate this cuz i haven’t written in a hot minute and would love some feedback)

warnings: she’s a little angsty… oops and set sometime after season 11, veryyy loosely canon compliant

—

The case had been brutal.

Small town, missing children, a monster with a charming smile and a locked basement. They’d saved the last kid, but only barely — and the kind of damage that lingered wasn’t always in the statistics.

Emily stood outside the precinct, arms crossed tightly across her chest as the night settled around her. The sun had set hours ago, and the air was sharp with cold. She hadn’t noticed the chill until everything else wore off — adrenaline, anger, grief.

Just the cold now. And silence.

Hotch appeared behind her, his footsteps quiet but unmistakable. She didn’t turn.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded once. “Yeah.”

“Liar,” he said, but his voice was soft. Almost… fond.

She breathed out a laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “Guess you still know how to profile me.”

“I still know you.”

That made her turn, finally. Just a glance. “Do you?” she asked.

There was a pause.

“I’d like to think so,” he said.

Emily looked back at the parking lot. Empty, quiet. The rest of the team was already at the motel or passed out on the jet.

She wasn’t ready to leave yet. Not the town. Not the feeling.

She wasn’t sure why.

“You should go,” she said. “You don’t have to babysit me.”

“I’m not,” Hotch replied, stepping closer. “But you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

She hated that he was right.

He shrugged out of his jacket — black, warm, still holding the heat of his body — and held it out toward her.

“Take my jacket.”

Emily blinked.

Something about the way he said it made her chest tighten. It wasn’t just a gesture. It never was, with him. He was offering something more — something he wouldn’t name.

“I don’t need it,” she said, though her voice wavered.

“I know.”

His hand didn’t move.

“But in case you get cold.”

She took it.

His fingers brushed hers in the handoff, and that small contact sparked like static in the cold air. She looked down at the fabric — familiar, heavy, his — and something in her cracked.

“I still think about Paris,” she said quietly.

Hotch stilled. “Me too.”

The silence after that was heavier than anything the case had thrown at them.

“I shouldn’t,” she added. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know,” he said. But he didn’t sound convinced.

She pulled the jacket tighter around herself and looked up at him. For a moment, the distance between them — the years, the choices, the sacrifices — didn’t feel impossible.

But the moment passed.

“You should get back,” she whispered.

“So should you.”

Neither of them moved.

“I used to think if we were just honest about it,” she said, “maybe things would’ve been different.”

“And now?”

She smiled sadly. “Now I know being honest doesn’t always mean it works.”

Hotch looked at her like he wanted to say something else. But instead, he just nodded.

“Keep the jacket tonight,” he said. “I’ll get it in the morning.”

And then he left.

Emily stood there a while longer, alone under the stars, wrapped in a warmth that wasn’t hers.

It smelled like him. And it felt like everything they never said.

—

again, lmk your feedback! 🩷

[lilacprentiss]

guys this hotchniss lawyer au is going so crazy i cannot wait to post it

[lilacprentiss]

hotchniss + "take my jacket" from the prompt list!

hii! here’s the fic for it, hope you enjoy and feel free to send more prompts🩷 i promise ill get around to them <3 (pls tell me if you hate this cuz i haven’t written in a hot minute and would love some feedback)

warnings: she’s a little angsty… oops and set sometime after season 11, veryyy loosely canon compliant

—

The case had been brutal.

Small town, missing children, a monster with a charming smile and a locked basement. They’d saved the last kid, but only barely — and the kind of damage that lingered wasn’t always in the statistics.

Emily stood outside the precinct, arms crossed tightly across her chest as the night settled around her. The sun had set hours ago, and the air was sharp with cold. She hadn’t noticed the chill until everything else wore off — adrenaline, anger, grief.

Just the cold now. And silence.

Hotch appeared behind her, his footsteps quiet but unmistakable. She didn’t turn.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded once. “Yeah.”

“Liar,” he said, but his voice was soft. Almost… fond.

She breathed out a laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “Guess you still know how to profile me.”

“I still know you.”

That made her turn, finally. Just a glance. “Do you?” she asked.

There was a pause.

“I’d like to think so,” he said.

Emily looked back at the parking lot. Empty, quiet. The rest of the team was already at the motel or passed out on the jet.

She wasn’t ready to leave yet. Not the town. Not the feeling.

She wasn’t sure why.

“You should go,” she said. “You don’t have to babysit me.”

“I’m not,” Hotch replied, stepping closer. “But you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

She hated that he was right.

He shrugged out of his jacket — black, warm, still holding the heat of his body — and held it out toward her.

“Take my jacket.”

Emily blinked.

Something about the way he said it made her chest tighten. It wasn’t just a gesture. It never was, with him. He was offering something more — something he wouldn’t name.

“I don’t need it,” she said, though her voice wavered.

“I know.”

His hand didn’t move.

“But in case you get cold.”

She took it.

His fingers brushed hers in the handoff, and that small contact sparked like static in the cold air. She looked down at the fabric — familiar, heavy, his — and something in her cracked.

“I still think about Paris,” she said quietly.

Hotch stilled. “Me too.”

The silence after that was heavier than anything the case had thrown at them.

“I shouldn’t,” she added. “We shouldn’t.”

“I know,” he said. But he didn’t sound convinced.

She pulled the jacket tighter around herself and looked up at him. For a moment, the distance between them — the years, the choices, the sacrifices — didn’t feel impossible.

But the moment passed.

“You should get back,” she whispered.

“So should you.”

Neither of them moved.

“I used to think if we were just honest about it,” she said, “maybe things would’ve been different.”

“And now?”

She smiled sadly. “Now I know being honest doesn’t always mean it works.”

Hotch looked at her like he wanted to say something else. But instead, he just nodded.

“Keep the jacket tonight,” he said. “I’ll get it in the morning.”

And then he left.

Emily stood there a while longer, alone under the stars, wrapped in a warmth that wasn’t hers.

It smelled like him. And it felt like everything they never said.

—

again, lmk your feedback! 🩷

[lilacprentiss]

hey guys! if you have any Hotchniss fic ideas or want to drop some prompts from this list for Hotchniss to help get me back into writing, feel free to send them my way!! 💞💞

[sadgirlml]

S16 E5 // Oedipus Wrecks Emily Prentiss

[lilacprentiss]

all i do is listen to happiness by taylor swift and think about hotchniss

[doctoralhashimi]

Give me just a chance You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

for @dearhoneybabe, whose reply to this post on twitter promptly got all of rumours stuck in my head 🩶

[lilacprentiss]

I'm so glad to see you on here though I fear you're going to vanish in the wind immediately 😔

I wrote a Hotch x Reader x Emily threesome fic and I've been debating posting it 🙈

I PROMISE I WONT IM HERE FOR A BIT!!!! (i do apologize if i do vanish but i don’t think i will)

OH YES POST!!! ( no pressure obviously💕) if you do end up posting it, i’d love to read it

[lilacprentiss]

hello!!!???????????????? just wanted to pop in and say that i hope you have been well angel! 💗💗💗💗 missed you but i hope everything is going your way and i am sending you sm love always! 💗💗💗💗

HELLOOOOOOO??? oh my god, i was JUST about to pop into your ask box!!! i’m well, last couple of months were hectic, but i’m glad things have slowed down a bit now! i missed you so so much bestie!! how are you? how are things??? sending you so much love! 💌💌

[lilacprentiss]

say my name and everything just stops <3

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[lilacprentiss]

HELLO!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU MY LOVE <3 Hope you're doing well!

HI ANGEL!!!! I’m doing well, finally had some time to revisit my old interests, with work and everything!! I MISS YOU, HOW ARE YOU?? i hope life is treating you well 💕💕 i read some Hotchniss fics over the weekend, and it made me miss this little app so much <333

[duchessas]

exposure - duchessas - AO3

Chapters: 5/6

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: M

Warnings: no archive warnings apply

Relationships: Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Elizabeth Prentiss, Jason Gideon, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Haley Hotchner, Jack Hotchner

Additional Tags: Young Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, young Emily being an absolute diva, some references to cannibalism lol, you know which episode I’m talking about, references to infertility, discussion of abortion, past child abuse

“You remember what I was like as a teenager, right?” Emily asks him, raising an eyebrow. “You must know I wasn’t - and still am not - the easiest.”

Aaron turns this over for a minute. “We don’t just love people because they’re easy.”

Some love stories are beautiful. Some are cautionary tales. For a few people, they are both. A young Hotchniss AU that spans from the summer of 1990 to Season 4.

A summertime miracle. Thank you so much to everyone who’s been reading along with this story and encouraged me when I couldn’t see a way to finish it - I really hope you like this last chapter! I’ve written a little epilogue that will be posted next week. Enjoy 🤍

[thedefinitionofendgame]

in case anyone cared, these two might be the reason I get back to writing fanfics

so everyone say, “thank you Chenford” 🩷