#cmgiftexchange

[hidgie]

the time between cases

my @cmgiftexchange gift for @royalbookerly!! hope you enjoy and happy holidays!!

[masterwords]

wipe the hurt away like dust

For @weirdlybeans! (@magnificentvoidharmony)

Merry (very very late) Christmas! There were some behind the scenes technical difficulties had by the person who was originally assigned to write for you for the @cmgiftexchange, so I volunteered to help out and make sure you got a gift. I really really hope you like it! I think your art is really something special and it's like a little gift every time I see it pop up on my dash, so getting to write something just for you was actually a huge honor. Happy January 10th! LOL (Don't be scared by the Mr. Scratch thing, I needed to use that time in order for it to suit the whole Roy timeline but I promise it's not dark.) I wrote this pretty fast in order to make sure you got a gift ASAP but my hope is that this doesn't come off rushed. I wanted it to feel slow and soft. Thank you for being awesome! I'm forever grateful that you love Hotchgan, because I get to see them through your eyes.

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"You're busy, Derek. You don't have time to take on my problems."

"Too busy for family? Impossible."

She opens her mouth to speak but words don't come out. She's crying.

"I don't know what to do. Without Haley, I just…I'm doing my best. When my mom died, it was me and dad…and now it's just me. I'm all he has." She lets out one strangled sob before swiping at her eyes and clearing her throat, refusing to let it continue. "Sorry. I'm being a whiny bitch this morning."

"You are not all he has. We got you. Look, Aaron told me how things went down with him…I know the two of them aren't on good terms…but that doesn't mean we won't help anyway. Family doesn't stop being family over hurt feelings. You think there's anything Roy can say to Aaron that he doesn't already say to himself a hundred times a day? He's preaching to the choir, sis."

She lets out a small laugh and clears the emotion from her throat again. Jess hates crying, especially in front of people. It makes her angry. "They're both idiots."

"You don't have to tell me, girl. I know." He sighs and scrubs his hands back over his head before glancing again at the business card she'd handed him. "Alright. I'm gonna walk through that house and make the call on what needs doing, we're gonna forget everything on that list this joker gave you. You're gonna use one of my agents instead of this guy with the expensive gold leaf card. I got a guy who specializes in old houses like Roy's, he gets history, hell he probably already knows all about the house. He knows all the old houses around here. You can't use some fancy pants city agent used to selling condos for three times what they're worth."

"What about Aaron? He needs you here."

Derek glances down the hall where his two favorite guys are, both still asleep at the ripe hour of 8am. A veritable miracle. "He'll be up for a drive, I'm sure. Getting out of the city and into all that fresh air will do him some good."

Read the rest on AO3: wipe the hurt away like dust

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moving with the tide

There are hundreds of metaphors for grief. She's heard it all. For Henry and Michael, JJ ponders, it might feel more like a rip dragging them back out to sea. Lately JJ would say she's been floating close to shore, buoyed by the renewed support system that is her BAU family, but with Christmas fast approaching there's a slow dread creeping up on her.

My @cmgiftexchange for @cargopantsprentiss ♥

[siyvaruli]

I am delighted to announce that in the @cmgiftexchange I had the great good fortune to have @masterwords as my giftee. (Which is fitting and also very funny and also led to a great deal of panic, because oh lord, Hotchgan for the queen of Hotchgan, what will I write her??)

So, as the AO3 summary says, I thought "Hotch whump! Season two? No. Lo-fi arc? No. Season five? No. What does she want? The semi-canonical divorce arc I'll never write!" Did I write that? No. But I wrote something that isn't not that and is also sort of a coda to 7x20 "The Company", and it's here: what will we call it (when it's no longer love). (The second chapter is all the divorce arc snippets from tumblr for everyone not closely following my tumblr.)

Merry Christmas, friend! I hope this helps brighten your twelve days of Chirstmas, and makes your yuletide gay. :)

[drgenius-reid]

A Creature Was Stirring

A/N: Merry Christmas @cumulo-stratus. May your holidays be filled with love and happiness. I hope you like this! 🎄 I wrote this as part of the @cmgiftexchange and had so much fun. Summary: Spencer hears his son sneak downstairs to see what Santa brought and he goes to investigate Pairing: Dad!Spencer  Category: Fluff  Content Warnings: None. Just pure cuteness.  Word Count: 1,279 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, a creature was stirring, Spencer’s Little Mouse.

Spencer put his book down on his bedside table and waited silently for a few beats, trying to figure out if the footsteps he heard went to the bathroom or further down the hallway to the stairs. When he didn’t hear anything else for a few minutes, he decided to investigate. 

Unraveling himself from the blankets on the bed, he slipped his feet into his slippers–a bright pink pair that Penelope had gotten him for Secret Santa at work–so that his feet didn’t get cold on the tiled staircase, and headed towards the stairs. Making sure to miss the one step that creaked no matter how little weight you put onto it, he crept down the stairs and through the house until he got to the lounge door. 

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon outside that shone brightly into the room, but Spencer could still see his son crouched on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, inspecting the gifts that lay there. Spencer had only been in bed after playing the role of Santa for ten minutes before he heard movement, a record in the Reid household. Once, when his son was only very little, he’d been caught red handed slipping presents under the tree. Thankfully the little one was too young to remember, much to Spencer's relief. 

Spencer watched silently as his son lifted one of the smaller gifts from the front of the tree and shook it close to his ear. His tongue poked out from between his lips and his eyebrows furrowed the same way that Spencer’s did when he was trying to decipher something at work. For all of the genetics his son had gotten from his mother, his brain and facial expressions came directly from Dr Reid. 

Spencer could tell that the young boy was trying to calculate which of the gifts he’d put on his letter to Santa was in the box in his hands. Whatever was inside the box rattled and confused the boy to no end. He shook the box again and again, trying to figure it out. However, he had asked for so much–he was the kind of child to see something and decide that instead of asking for it there and then, he would ask Santa to bring it for Christmas–that he couldn’t remember what he had asked for. 

Watching the young boy reminded Spencer of his younger self. When he was a child, he would often try to sneak down the stairs on Christmas Eve to see what gifts were under the tree. Until he was at the age where he would try to find the hiding spot where Diana kept all of the gifts until Christmas. When one year he was successful in finding them, Diana had to find a new spot, and she would wrap everything as soon as it was in the house so Spencer couldn’t look. 

The young boy looked at all of the gifts in awe, completely unaware that his father was behind him, watching him pick up multiple gifts and shake them to try and deduce their contents. If a gift had his name on, he would pick it up, turn it over in his hands to try and see if he could feel what it was. If he couldn’t feel anything, he would shake it before trying to put it back exactly where it was to start with, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up and find that Santa had been to take them all away again. 

The second his eyes landed on the big gift at the back of them all, they grew three times as wide as normal. In big letters, on the front, was his name. Spencer watched as he tried to reach over the rest of the gifts, knees threatening to give out on him, before he cleared his throat quietly. It was so quiet that Spencer was sure he’d have to do it again. 

But within a nanosecond his son turned to him, guilt ridden and sheepish as he sank back down onto his knees and sighed softly, his eyes not meeting Spencer’s at all. 

‘What are you doing down here, Little Mouse?’ Spencer asked through a breathy chuckle. ‘You’re supposed to be in bed asleep. It’s way past your bedtime.’ 

‘I really tried to sleep, Daddy. I promise I did. I was in bed with my eyes closed and I counted the elves like you told me to but I just couldn’t sleep. I was too excited. Then I heard footsteps and I heard  something downstairs so I hid under my blankets with my teddy bear and tried super hard to sleep. Then the noises stopped and I thought it might have been Santa and look, Daddy, it was! Santa came and he brought presents for me. He brought some for you and mommy too but that big one is mine! I just wanted to look at them all. I promise I wasn’t going to open any.’ 

The corners of Spencer’s lips turned up as he listened to his son. He took after his dad in all of the best ways. He was smart, and he loved with his entire heart. And he rambled just like Spencer, unable to control it. Unlike Spencer, however, his little one got involved in things at school, he had a large group of friends and he loved playing baseball and soccer too. But deep down, he was so much like Spencer. 

When the little boy finally looked up at his dad and saw the smile, the same one made its way to his lips. Spencer motioned for him to walk over to him, and he did, slowly standing up so that he didn’t crush any presents before he walked the length of the lounge. As soon as he was within reaching distance, Spencer scooped him up and spun him around, eliciting the most infectious giggles there ever was. 

Spencer laughed with his son before he held him firmly against his hip. At almost six years old, his son was getting far too big to be carried up the stairs still but Spencer had promised to do it for as long as he could, which meant that even though his son was perfectly capable of walking up the stairs himself, he was carried. 

‘Come on, it’s time for bed. We can get up early and open presents with Mommy. But if you don’t go to sleep now-’ 

‘Santa will come and take them all away!’ 

Spencer chuckled. ‘He won’t take them all away, I promise. But if you don’t go to sleep you’re going to be super tired tomorrow and you’re not going to want to open presents.’ 

‘I am!’ 

‘We’ll see about that.’ 

Before Spencer even got to his son’s room, the boy was asleep in his arms, cheek squished against Spencer’s shoulder and mouth slightly agape. Spencer pushed the door open with his free hip and quietly crept through the room, hoping to not stand on any toy that would make a noise and wake everyone in the house up. 

Laying the boy down in his bed and pulling the covers up to his shoulders, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. 

‘Merry Christmas, Little Mouse.’ 

From underneath him, he heard the tiniest, ‘Merry Christmas, Daddy,’ which made his insides turn to mush. 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Spencer’s Little Mouse.

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Salacious Conjugation

Criminal Minds | Explicit | One Shot | 4024 worcount Spencer Reid / Luke Alvez / Aaron Hotchner | Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan

Summary: Spencer and co, working through the idea of casual or not so casual relationships. AKA - A fic in four scenes for the wonderful Highway58 Written for the 2025 CM Gift Exchange

@cmgiftexchange Tags & Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content | Multi Scene One Shot | Gift Fic

View on AO3 for the full fic

It was an unusually mild December evening, during which Spencer was exerting himself riding Derek. The heating wasn't even on, and it was still mild; maybe it was just from all the body heat, though. Spencer thought it could still do with being a little colder, since this little shared exercise of theirs was making him sweat buckets. He was huffing deep lungfuls as he rode his thick lover, while Derek just lay there. Derek was also breathing deeply, but it wasn't from exertion, but rather from his deep arousal. Spencer rode as hard as he could, and Derek happily watched the sweat glisten on Spencer's chest. The difference in exhaustion wasn't an uncommon one, since Derek was fitter than Spencer, with greater stamina. But it wasn't just that; prior to climbing on top of Derek, Spencer had first been fucking Derek's wife.

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

Thunderstruck, A Jemily Fanfic

This is for @cargopantsprentiss as part of the @cmgiftexchange

Show: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jemily

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,001

Summary: The team is in Washington for a case, but a terrible snowstorm keeps them in their hotel. JJ decides to go for a late night swim, and Emily finds her there. They decide to weather the storm together.

AO3 Link

[hosseinis]

fandom: criminal minds | pairing: hotch/morgan | rating: G | words: 3.8k summary: Derek and Hotch go Christmas shopping, and Hotch ends up being a lot better at choosing gifts than Derek thought. Like, a lot better. notes: merry (early) christmas, @weirdlybeans! i was your secret santa, and i had a great time writing some fluffy christmas hotchgan for you. i hope you enjoy it! written for the @cmgiftexchange this year!

“Okay,” Derek says, zipping up his coat and grabbing a scarf. “Got everything?” Despite Hotch’s quiet protestations, Derek wraps the scarf around his neck and starts to tie it in a loose knot. It’s snowing out, a bit of an early one, and if there’s one thing Hotch doesn’t like, it’s being cold. Derek has watched him frown and rub his hands together more than enough times to know that by now. He may never complain about it, but Hotch has never been one for complaining anyway. “I think so,” Hotch replies when Derek is done. His dark eyes were sparkling a bit while he watched Derek work. “Keys, wallet, watch.” “Hey, whoa, you forgot spectacles and—” “Don’t,” Hotch warns, but there’s a smile on his face. Derek laughs, and off they go. read the rest on ao3!