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c0wb0yenthusiast · 5 months

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While you were sleeping

Part 1

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary : It’s Christmas Eve. You’re all alone at work until your ‘mystery man’ is pushed onto the train tracks. You save him and are now mistakingly thought of as his fiancée. For the rest of the holidays, the family seems to cling onto you. What do you do when you meet his seemingly cold and unwelcoming brother?

Word count : 3k

A/N : THIS CHAPTER DOESN’T CONTAIN A LOT OF AARON! Don’t sue me I’m just trying to set the story but attempted to add a little snippet at the end. So before anyone gets mad at me just remember there’s a thing called developing plot so don’t hate me please. Anyways I had fun writing this and part 2 will definitely be out soon!

It started off as a completely innocent activity.

Ogling the man who took the train to work everyday. He was lean, casual and relaxed with soft - as least, you thought it looked soft - straight, light brown hair which fell over his eyes if it was windy.

You’d sit back in your booth and think about a future with someone like him. Listening to the constant clatter as people slid their tokens through while you began to daydream. From the look of it, he seemed to be successful too.

He’d always smile at you too.

His smile brought out the creases in his eyes and his straight teeth. He was so perfect it was meant to be.

It was small and you may have been taking it too far, but he was so dreamy.

“Thanks.”

You could only melt on the inside as he walked off, his scarf trailing down his back as it had been lazily wrapped around his neck.

However, this would always distract you from punching other people’s tickets. You’d get a furious rap on the window with an angry businesswoman.

But that was fine for you. It was fine if it meant being able to catch glances of him.

It was a chilly December morning. The wind seemed to push against you as you made your way to work. It may have been due to the fact that it was Christmas Eve.

Your boss had managed to convince you to work holidays. Probably because you didn’t have anybody waiting at home for you. Except for the landlord’s son.

You can only wrap your scarf around you tighter while you clasp onto your sandwich. You were nearly there.

The booth was slightly warmer than outside, with only your chair and table greeting you as you got yourself comfortable.

Here you were - working on Christmas Eve while everyone else were probably bundled in blankets and sipping hot chocolate with their families.

Listlessly staring into the glass barrier, you admire the blanket of snow which the city had been showered in. It just seemed to show that everybody was connected or all together.

Apart from you.

You settled in your chair, turning a token between your fingers slowly.

Before he came up to the booth.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” He smiled, tapping on the barrier.

You instantly looked up to meet his eye which made you falter at his piercing gaze.

He was wearing his long, dark jacket but a knitted red scarf was slung around his shoulders. His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at you, sliding his token in the little gap.

Underneath his jacket, you could spot your favourite suit - rich navy blue blazer and a clean, pressed shirt which brought out his light eyes. His buttons were a beautiful mix of brown and amber, sewn neatly onto his jacket which was half buttoned. He was careless in such a fashionable way

You look up at him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

This was the most he’s ever said to you.

“Uh-“

He’d already walked off and was waiting happily for his train.

You looked like an idiot - frozen in action. Your jaw almost hanging open at the sheer embarrassment.

Nobody else was at the station or by your booth, so you took the opportunity to ogle your mystery man once more.

He stood idly, checking his watch and clutching his briefcase in his hand. Was he going to work? Was he visiting family?

While you imagined a future with him in 10 years, it suddenly came to your attention that a couple of men were now standing by him.

They hadn’t put a token in, what were they doing?

You squint in an attempt to catch a better look while being blocked by the glass barrier, you could faintly hear their conversation.

“Hey, nice jacket.” The tallest one approached him closely, he was most likely the ringleader.

“Must be expensive.” Another chirped in.

It happened so fast.

Before he could even respond, they’d taken the opportunity to shove him onto the tracks.

He fell face first, his briefcase dropping from his hand as he fell.

They immediately ran off, urging you to do something, anything.

You jumped out of your chair, dashing out of your booth and now standing on the spot where your beautiful stranger had been pushed.

He lay limply on the tracks.

He’d been knocked unconscious.

You couldn’t see his face but you knew it was bad. He could’ve hit his nose, or even broken a tooth.

Without even thinking you lowered yourself down cautiously next to him and turned him over with some effort.

You tried to think of a way to capture his attention or even wake him up, but his bloody nose and parted lips were making your mind race.

“Sir- sir? Sir!” You kept repeating over and over, using an arm to tilt him towards you.

Blood was now dripping down his face and you couldn’t contain your distress.

“Somebody help me! Please- sir!” Another hand was now stroking his cheek. You needed him to wake up.

He couldn’t leave you here on the tracks like this.

You never even got to know his name.

That was when you heard it.

As you were lamenting, the muffled sound of a horn could be heard through your panicked cries.

Still holding onto him tightly, you look up.

It’s a train coming your way.

“Sir! Sir, there’s a train… and- and it’s really fast and I don’t think it can stop for us.. please wake up.” You added, pleading with this unconscious man as the silhouette grew larger and larger out of the corner of your eye.

He really wasn’t going to wake up; he sure was stubborn.

He was too heavy to drag up onto the platform, but you’d just spotted a small nook to hide in.

With no time to consider your chances, you laid with him and rolled into the small corner. You were holding onto his expensive jacket like it was your own life force as the horn was now blearing through your ears.

Your face was pressed against his chest, your eyes shut tightly as if that would alleviate any of the pain you could’ve felt if the train had hit the two of you.

He really seemed like a successful man. Even his cologne smelled good.

The train came to a halt at your station and concerned passengers were now wandering mindlessly to find a way to help you.

You could only hold onto your dream man and anticipate what would happen next.

It was all such a rush you never understood how you’d handled it so well. It was probably all the adrenaline.

You were whisked away in an ambulance with him lying on the stretcher. As you sat with a professional in the back, you’d steal glances of him from time to time. You never thought this could happen.

They’d managed to clean you up fairly quickly but kept you in the hospital waiting room for the authorities.

You’d been sitting for around twenty minutes, holding onto his scarf that had been separated from him in the frantic rush to put him on the stretcher.

Was he going to be okay? Was this your fault? Were you going to be arrested?

All these questions bubbled in your head and were slowly beginning to rise. If you didn’t talk to someone soon, you might explode.

Suddenly, you spot him being wheeled in another stretcher through the glass doors.

Surely they had to let you see him. You needed to know if he was okay, especially since you’d saved his life.

You got up and pushed the door open, about to follow him and the group of doctors wheeling him but was met by another doctor.

“Sorry, only family are permitted to visit-“

“Oh, but-“

“Are you family?”

“Well, no..”

“Then you need to stay here, please.” He added, but there was no sincerity in his tone as he guided you back into the waiting room, just outside the forbidden door you’d just entered.

You couldn’t stand by and let your dream man be whisked away once more. You needed to see him.

Clutching the scarf tighter, you could feel the pain growing. If you’d actually tried, you could have possibly had a future with him. Maybe if you were actually social-

“God… I was going to marry him..” you whisper, holding a yearning hand up to the door.

This was the moment when your whole life was absolutely flipped upside down.

A nurse frantically rushed up to you.

“Dear, is that- do you need to see him? Are they not letting you inside?”

You look up at her, but her glare is urging you to stand up and look back at the doors.”

“Yeah.. it’s.. it’s fine though.”

“It’s not! They shouldn’t be doing that.”

She took your arm and guided you through the doors once more. The corridor was empty as the two of you walked down; it seemed to be never ending.

“Your man is right… here. I believe this is the room he’d been assigned to, dear.” She taps her clipboard while she smiles and waits by the door.

“Oh.. thank you.” You smile back. This is all quite overwhelming for Christmas Eve, probably more exciting than any of your previous years.

You push the door open gently, examining him while he slept. He seems calm enough, a brace was now placed on his nose and he wasn’t bleeding anymore.

His scarf settles in your arms as you take a seat next to him.

You need a minute to take in the way his hair is mussed and how peaceful he seems to look.

“Hi..” you murmur, shuffling closer.

You were planning to just apologise to him, speak to the authorities and move on to your life.

Maybe he would be able to hear this all in his sleep.

“It’s uhm.. it’s me. You got pushed onto the train tracks..” you chuckle, but quickly stop yourself.

“I didn’t find that funny.. I just thought it’s quite a coincidence for Christmas Eve. It sort of set us up together.” Your voice was coming out much smoother and softer as you got rather comfortable with your mystery man.

“I’m sorry you have to spend Christmas Eve like this.”

Suddenly, the door almost burst open with the group of people now entering. An ocean of voices flooded the room, overlapping each other and growing in volume.

“Sean! What happened to Sean!”

“He’s right there, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s sleeping, can’t you see?”

“Stop arguing!”

They all stop abruptly, now turning to look at you in unison. You’ve never seen a family so connected.

The group contained two elderly men, an old woman and a man in his early 20s.

“Who are you?” The younger man cocked a brow.

What you didn’t notice was the doctor who refused your entry had gathered them here.

He came to the front of the group, pointing an agitated finger at you.

“I thought I told you-“

“She is family! She is his fiancée!”

They all seemed to quiet down at the nurse’s sudden interruption. Even you were startled, you didn’t realise she’d stayed.

“Sean has a fiancée?”

“It’s been a couple of years..”

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us!”

“She could’ve been a mistress-“

You stood up quickly, gathering your coat. This was all too much for you.

“I- I should go..”

“Nonsense!” The old woman stood in front of you and continued, “Sean may have wanted to surprise us!”

“He’s already surprised us enough today…”, one of the men grumbled.

The other three men nodded and murmured amongst themselves, most likely doubtful.

You couldn’t say no; she seemed so definite that you might as well be his fiancée now.

“We’re so sorry for being so ignorant, honey. It’s just that Sean never let us know he had a fiancée..” she put her hands on your shoulders fondly, smiling.

“It’s.. it’s okay.”

“What would Aaron say?” The youngest seemed much more panicked than the rest, probably solely focused on Sean in the hospital bed.

Who’s Aaron?

Like a Greek chorus, they moved together in a flock as they surrounded Sean’s bed. You followed slowly, standing a couple of inches behind them as they examined his current situation.

“My poor boy..”, the woman - presumably his mother - sniffed and held onto one of the men.

“What happened to him?”

“Coma. He got pushed onto the train tracks.” The nurse was now standing by them, gesturing to her clipboard.

You were too busy mapping out who his potential family were in your head.

“He’s not dead, honey. He’ll make it..”, the husband added reassuringly.

“Let’s leave soon before everyone bursts into tears. Sean would want us to stop feeling sorry him.” The other old man patted the young boys back and nodded to you.

That was your cue to leave.

Or so you thought.

In the waiting room, the boy wandered off around the corner to the vending machines. It was just you and the old man.

“Come. Sit with me.” He gestured to the chair in front of him.

You obliged, trying to be polite as he now thought you were going to be bound legally due to marriage soon anyway.

“You feeling okay?”

“Me? Oh, I’m fine.”

“It must’ve been quite stressful. Saving Sean from an oncoming train.”

“It was definitely.. something.”

“How long have the two of you been together?”

You paused. When did you first see him? When was the first time you were graced by his smile and clean suits?

“June. It was a Monday.” You smiled fondly at the memory.

Beneath your daydreams, doubts were lurking in the back of your mind. Why were you going along with this?

“So.. around 7 months? Pretty quick for an engagement. He never told us about you.”

“Yeah.. yeah..”

He was about to ask another question, but the rest of the family were now approaching swiftly and took seats in the chairs around the two of you.

The mother sat next to you, smiling up at you admirably.

“You went onto train tracks for my boy. God, thank you!” She sniffed again and flung her frail arms around you.

You almost flinched at the sudden movement but accepted her embrace awkwardly.

“Thanks.. I’m just thankful that he wasn’t injured severely.”

“And she’s humble too! Sean really found himself a rose in a bundle of thorns.” The husband commented, grinning.

This was all becoming far too much for you. It was Christmas Eve - you should’ve been sitting at home, swirling a mug of hot chocolate in your hands and enjoying watching your cat play with the new toy you bought him.

You shouldn’t be in the hospital surrounded by strangers that now believe you’re engaged to your mystery man.

Sean. That was his name.

He’s no longer your mystery man, is he? He was your fiancé now and there was nothing you could do to get yourself out of this predicament.

They talked amongst themselves, sharing fond memories of Sean. Some of them included ‘Aaron’, who you still hadn’t met.

After 10 minutes or so, the mother turned to you.

“Dear, we were all wondering.. since Christmas Eve has been such a disaster..” she sighed and sniffed again, “Would you like to join us for Christmas? It’ll just be a small celebration, but we all think it’s so unfair we haven’t been able to introduce you to any of the family traditions. Right?”

She looked at everyone else, who all nodded enthusiastically. They all seemed to be sold on you being Sean’s fiancée, so why not go with it?

It was evening now, the sun had set much earlier and darkness shrouded the house.

They had refused to leave you alone in an attempt to make you feel happier concerning the situation at the moment. It wasn’t working.

You weren’t his fiancée and it seemed to be eating you alive. You can’t tell them now, they seem to like you so much already!

You’re sitting on the porch, staring out into the darkness. It’s chilly but you got to borrow one of Sean’s coats he’d left at his childhood house, you wrap it around yourself tightly and embrace the faint scent of cologne as you find solace in the eerie silence.

It’s not that you don’t appreciate what they’ve doing for you. It’s just all quite overwhelming for one day.

You’re only one person, you don’t think you can handle it all.

You exhale shakily, folding your arms over your chest to try and block out any breeze.

That’s when you see it.

A car pulls up in front of the house. It’s a nice one - shiny and expensive. You contemplate going inside but decide it’s probably no threat.

Then, a tall man encased in a long, black coat begins to walk up to the porch.

He’s refined, smooth and carries a sense of power. However, it seems to fade as he walks up the pavement. He’s less tense at the sight of the warm aura and bright light escaping from the inside and shining onto the frozen grass that he steps on.

Every ounce of friendliness leaves as soon as he comes face to face with you.

He stops abruptly, looking down at you with a cocked brow.

“Who are you?”

Before you can open your mouth, the door swings open and Mrs Hotchner rushes towards him.

“Aaron, we didn’t think you’d make it! It’s so good to see you, honey!” She cried, flinging her arms around him.

“Always a pleasure to see you, mother.” He replies, patting her back gently but not tearing his eyes off of you.

You shrink a little at his piercing gaze. It’s like he’s slowly peeling back the layers of your character, examining all of your features and trying to determine how to feel about you. Maybe you’re looking into it too harshly.

He just doesn’t know you yet.

And by the looks of it, he’ll get to know soon.

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bisexualmultifandommess · 10 months

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It’s Spencer’s turn!!

I headcanon Reid as bisexual (though I like fics where he’s gay too).

His mum was the first person he came out to because it felt right to tell her first because of how close he is to her. She took it really well. She sometimes doesn’t remember but even when she doesn’t she never says a bad word about it.

He definitely had a thing for Ethan and there was a lot of tension between the two of them are they had good chemistry.

He never dated when he was younger because people were a lot older than him but he’s had crushes before.

I like to believe that he developed feelings for Morgan over time. He gets a little flustered whenever he calls him Pretty Boy but secretly likes it.

He had a strong connection with Maeve and really liked her a lot. It ended too soon but I think she was nice.

Eventually I think in an AU his feelings for Morgan would start to be reciprocated.

He definitely thought that Hotch’s brother was hot because I think he was kind of watching him in his episode like JJ and Garcia were.

Him and Emily are definitely both Queer let’s be honest. After the whole business of Spencer’s addiction and anger towards her and the others he feels at some point they manage to become good friends and are able to talk about things. They’re like brother and sister.

Garcia definitely took him to a Pride Parade and made sure he got to experience the whole colourful ways of dressing. She also made sure to let him take breaks when he got overwhelmed. He doesn’t go all the time because loud parades aren’t really his thing but he appreciated her taking him and will occasionally go to them with her because he feels more comfortable with her.

Rossi didn’t really understand it at first and would occasionally say the wrong thing unintentionally but after a while and after the rest of the team kept explaining when he’d made a mistake he started to understand and become a supporter. He still doesn’t understand everything but Spencer appreciates him trying to understand and where’s he got to.

Hotch is already protective of his team so if he found out someone was being a bigot towards his son friend he’s going to be pissed.

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hotchestokes · 6 months

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Just thinking about the fact that when Hotch was assaulted by foyet we didn’t see Sean visit him. About the fact that Sean didn’t come to Haley’s funeral… about the fact he didn’t see jack in FOUR YEARS.

But the second Sean calls hotch for help, Hotch drops everything to help him.

#criminal minds #Aaron hotchner #hotch #Sean hotchner

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masterwords · 2 years

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What was the fight about? My using. || 8x23 - Brothers Hotchner

#aaron hotchner #sean hotchner #criminal minds #screencaps

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baublowie · 1 year

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Hi i just remembered my favorite scene/story in cm ever

HOTCHS BROTHER 😍

Sean is so fine and I always have this story in the back of my mind that I’d love to write but also I can’t write but like BASICALLY:

Spence has a one night stand with Sean (he’s obvi very different outside of the office in this story like he has a social life kind of maybe) . It was only that and they use each other as a booty call once in a while but they’re chill they’re fiends nothing romantic

Now it’s 1x16 (when Sean visits the office and him and hotch fight about Georgetown) and while Sean is in Aaron’s office jj Elle and penny are all gossiping about Sean- spencer joins in and is waiting to see “hotchs fine ass brother” and when Sean storms out of Aaron’s office he just like goes white as a ghost

Sean stops dead in his tracks and he says something like “Spence?” And he just doesn’t say anything back

Everyone is silent and Aaron is like “you know each other? How do you know each other?” Reid just blushes, Sean smirks and looks away or something

Hotch DRAGS Sean out into the hall and he is fucking SEETHING, Spencer is just standing there all flustered, ignoring everyone’s questions

Hotch is super angry at sean and won’t speak to Spence , he doesn’t really know why he’s so angry and he knows spence feels bad and he doesn’t know what to do (poor old man doesn’t realize he’s just extremely jealous)

Ahh i love thinking about his every once in a while 🥰

#criminal minds #hotchreid #heid #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner criminal minds #Spencer Reid #reid #Spencer reid criminal minds #hotchreid criminal minds #cm #sean hotchner #jennifer jereau #elle greenaway #penelope garcia #this idea makes me brain go blllaraauurgh

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johannestevans · 8 months

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i love aaron hotchner basically going to sean like why dont you want to be like our father? he was so successful and so good...

like hotch why would he or you want him to be like your father. given ... you know. Everything he did to you

i love denial

#musings #aaron hotchner #sean hotchner #criminal minds

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softhairedhotch · 5 months

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why am i in my sean hotchner feels rn like DAMN i'm thinking about his childhood (the version i came up with anyway) and getting emotional </3 he and aaron deserved so much better

#cas talks #aaron hotchner #sean hotchner #criminal minds

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years

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(Y/N) Hotchner Masterlist

(Brother!Reader)

So I decided that there wasn’t enough Hotch brother reader stuff out there so I decided to make a series? I am probably going to write it out of order, but I’m going to put the parts in order that they happen (don’t worry, lol) - like timeline order, I could have just said time line order. Bolded means not yet uploaded but I plan on writing it. THIS IS NOT THE FULL LIST OF THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO INCLUDE EPISODE WISE. Also open to suggestions of stuff that could happen :)

Childhood fics:

First memories

Goodbye [title filler]

Roy [filler]

See you later brother

And then there were two

I can take it - Warnings: child abuse (straight after the cut), alcoholism, homophobia, f-slur, homophobic parent, internalised homophobia Word count: 1629

Bad News

The team

Even Worse News

Teenage antics

Even more teenage antics

Fics in the series timeline:

L.D.S.K

Natural Born Killer

Somebody’s watchin’

The Fisher King (Part One)

The Fisher King (Part Two)

Profiler Profiled

The Big Game

Revelations

Lucky

Penelope

Everything Hurts and I’m Dying - Warning: concussion, blood, worried aaron, reader get knocked out Word count: 571

Lo-Fi

Mayhem

Minimal Loss - (Y/N) Hotchner joins Prentiss and Reid to interview children from liberty ranch. Obviously things don't exactly go to plan. Warnings: hostage situation, abusive childhood mentioned, worried hotch, paedophilia referenced (as in the episode), hurt reader, explosions. Word Count: 7.7k

Brothers In Arms

Just the Tip of the Iceberg Part One - Warnings: toxic parents, abusive childhood, abusive dad, gun, argument, heated argument. Word count: 1222

Just the Tip of the Iceberg Part Two

Omnivore

To Hell...

...And Back

Flu Season - Warnings: cold/flu, illness Word count: 1591

Nameless, Faceless

Outfoxed

100 - (Y/N) Hotchner wasn’t expecting this to happen. Although, none of them really expected this to happen. (Y/N) now has to make sure that he is there for his brother and nephew as much as he can be. Warnings: Panic attack, death, vomit, all the stuff that happens in the episode happens here basically. Word Count: 4.7k

Risky Business

The Fight

Mystery Part

Our Darkest Hour

The Longest Night

Safe Haven

25 to Life

Sense Memory

This is it - Warnings: injury, let me know if I've missed anything Word count: 242

Today I do

Multiple cute tiny snippets - Warnings: Few mentions of rough cases Word count: 1008

Coda

Valhalla

Lauren

Hanley Waters

Supply and Demand

It Takes a Village

Proof

Hope

The Bittersweet Science

Handsome Squidward

The Company

Hit Run

Mr Scratch Part One

Mr Scratch Part Two - Warnings: toxic masculinity, child abuse, flashbacks, beaten, concussion, kicking punching, guns, bullet wound (fake), blood, hallucinations, noncon drugging, drugging, insecurities, strangulation. Word count: 3216

Mr Scratch Part Three

A Light at the End of the Tunnel Part One

A Light at the End of the Tunnel Part Two - Warnings: dead sibling (thought), lies, manipulation, dead body, kidnapped, abducted, injured, happy ending tho Word count: 574

A Light at the End of the Tunnel Part Three

Dr Sweets to the Rescue - Prompt: 'I wish they didn't save me'Warnings: I don't really know how to word the warning but reader wishes he wasn't saved, talks of funeral, grief, coping with lossWord count: 325

Another Mystery Part

Savannah Oh Na Na (I have a dumb sense of humour leave me be)

Snippets (not yet in order):

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jaspxr · 2 years

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ꜱᴇᴀɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

— That's Hotch's brother? I don't see it.

#sean hotchner #brothers hotchner #sean hotchner edit #criminal minds #criminal minds edit #cm edit #sean hotchner visuals #sean hotchner moodboard #jasedit

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nicodemuslily · 6 months

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Hotchners

The people who follow for some times now know that I loooove genetics. As so, I had some fun with another family.

Okay. We didn't know anything about Aaron and Sean's parents (not their name nor their appearance), so it's full headcanon here.

I always have in mind that Aaron looks more like his mother (for his more obvious features aka hair and eyes) but, for real, he looks a lot like his father too (even if Stanley never saw it and blamed Ada to have made a son so different from him (like maybe he's not his...)).

On the other hand, Sean looks a lot more like his father from the very beginning. That's why Sean was the favorite of his parents (yes, even his mother, because she was in love of her husband for a very long time, even after he passed away, blind to what he have done to her for all those years).

The only thing Aaron doesn't take from his parents is his hair. There are straight-er than his mother's and father's. He has them from his mother side anyway because his aunt, Sarah, has the exact same kind of hair.

(One day, I'll show you the family tree I've made about Aaron's mother side of his family.)

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And the DA link because >> Hotchners by NicodemusLily on DeviantArt

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #cm #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch mom #sean hotchner #hotch family #portraits

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life-and-love-in-a-myst · 1 month

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A snippet from the latest chapter of my episode-based fic on AO3...

While Aaron had taken the boys to the air and space museum, Kez had stayed at home to write an acceptance speech in case she actually got the award she had been nominated for. Although it would be just her name on the award, she wanted everyone to know that it had been a team effort in identifying and apprehending Charles Kennard.

Throughout their visit to the museum, Aaron took pictures of the boys and sent them to Kez. She hadn’t smiled or laughed so much, not until Aaron and Jack had come into her and Daniel’s lives. As she got up to go to the kitchen to get a drink, the door bell rang.

Looking through the peep hole, she saw a man standing there. He was a younger version of Aaron. She recognised who he was - Sean, Aaron’s younger brother. “Sean?” she asked as she opened the door.

“Yeah, I’m Sean. Is Aaron at home?” Sean said.

“Come on in. We can talk in the lounge,” Kez said as she stepped aside and opened the door wider, to let Sean in. “I’m Keziah, by the way. Aaron’s girlfriend.”

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Sean said softly. Kez frowned. “Are you in any trouble, Sean?”

“Um, no. But someone I know in New York saw something they shouldn’t have and now they’re missing. I told the police and they’re not doing anything about it,” Sean explained.

“Okay,” Kez said as she sat in a chair opposite the couch Sean was sitting on. “Tell me what you do know about the situation and maybe I can speak to someone at NYPD about the case,” Kez said as she got a pad of paper and a pen. She began to take notes as Sean told her what he had told the police.

“Got somewhere to stay?” Kez asked. Sean shook his head. “I just got on the train in New York and then came straight here from DC.”

Kez told him to make himself comfortable and get some rest, before heading to the shared home office. Closing the door behind her, she called Aaron. “Sean’s here. He’s fine, but concerned about a friend who’s gone missing – apparently the friend saw something at their workplace that they shouldn’t have and are now missing.”

#aaron hotchner #original characters #sean hotchner #jack hotchner #criminal minds fic #criminal minds

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masterwords · 2 years

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