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malereader-inserts · 3 years

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Listen Here, Boy Wonder

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner & Male!Reader Summary: Just a quiet boy not knowing how to feel Word Count: 1,346 Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could do a fic with Hotch where he doesnt want another agent on his team (almost like with Emily) but then the new kid stays later than Hotch and arrives earlier somehow even though Hotch tends to sleep on his couch in the office like every second day.

Warnings: description of injuries.

A/n: TBH this isn’t the best I could do

It’s not like Hotch was opposed to having another team member on the team, it was just the fact that it could possibly be another Spencer. The new member, already welcomed by the rest of the team, was only aged twenty-two. The agency had recommended him and his grades in the final year were the best, being in the top percentage.

It’s not that he wasn’t going to welcome him, he’s the team leader, he has to be welcoming. But, any good profiler could see that Hotch was not pleased.

“Play nice, Aaron,” Rossi says, standing at the doorway, “He’s a good kid, you know, and if you actually took time to see - he’s actually an angel.”

So, despite his annoyance, he could see how much the team had adored their new addition. One thing he had noticed before anyone else was that you were constantly at work. He nods his good morning, at half-seven, to see you writing up your report. Hotch also nods his good nights, seeing you sign your name off - usually around half eleven.

But, you’re at work most of the day, and you don’t seem like you’re tired. You don’t carry yourself a hot flask of coffee, unlike someone who must have caffeine in their system (cough spencer cough). You were often seen with a big bottle of water, Hotch had to pat you on the back for that - at least you kept yourself hydrated.

Then again, he doesn’t know how hard the FBI training has been lately and perhaps you’ve just kept up with their rules and regulations. Hotch got more curious with the new quiet boy who seems to light up when Morgan ruffles your hair, or how the ladies laugh when you make an off-hand comment that was either snidey or snarky.

Hotch had to admit that you were truly showing what you were capable of, when Spencer reveals a crucial part in the investigation, as one other person would praise Spencer as usual.

“Oh, I didn’t find it, (Y/n) did.”

They all look at you, your cheeks flare with embarrassment, “It was kinda obvious, I shouldn’t take credit.”

“No,” Hotch says, raising an eyebrow at you, “You did good, (L/n). Rossi, Morgan with me.”

As Hotch leaves the room with Morgan, Rossi turns to you with a twinkle in his eyes, “That means he likes you, kid.”

Hotch didn’t know how to bring you out of the shell, by now, you were in the team for a good six months. You were still that quiet boy when he first started to work there, still making amazing an observation to the investigation, still seen with only water and never caffeine - though now you’ve started to appear every now and then with an energy drink.

Hotch and everyone else tried to get you out of work situations, asking if you want to go to the bar after work, it’s a Friday night and you have the weekend to chill. Rossi would try to host cooking nights, suggested by Hotch.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because, Dave, we still need to get (Y/n)’s out of his shell.”

“You care about the kid!”

“I-” Rossi smirks as Hotch rolls his eyes, “He’s part of the team and he’s the youngest, of course, I care.”

Though, nothing of Hotch’s attempt seems to break through to you. Until now. Hotch doesn’t know how he ended up here, but at least he wasn’t alone, he just wished he had better company. It’s not that he didn’t like you, in fact, he came to terms to actually warm up to you - even making sure you’re okay. You’re an adult, he’s aware of that, but like all other members of the team - he was concerned.

And whilst you were good company, he wishes you didn’t have to deal with the trauma you’ll get from getting kidnapped during an individual.

“I’m okay,” You say, “I’m not hurt at all, luckily.”

Hotch nodded, “That’s good.”

It’s been days in a small little cell, you and Hotch both know that your team is very much trying to get them back. After all, you were the youngest team member and you have so much life to get through - they were protective of you because you were just a quiet boy. And they couldn’t just strand their great team leader.

Yet, days were starting to merge and you were getting restless, at least it gave you and Hotch some forced bonding time. After a while, you just have to talk or you’ll go insane, so you rattled your team leader’s ear off. Not that he minded, in fact, it was relaxing that you actually didn’t mind talking, but you chose to be quiet.

“Is he coming back?”

You and him sat up straight, your kidnapper, or the unsub was what you exactly theorised. You were a smart boy, so the days you were here in a small dirty cell you watched your unsub. He was still new to being a serial murderer, he was still unsure about what to do.

So when he pointed his knife at Hotch, you kicked in your plan. You body slammed the unsub shouting at Hotch to get out, Hotch was hesitant before bolting it out, you called out after him that you’ll make your way out too.

“We’ll find him,” Emily reassures Hotch, who was holding an ice pack to his temple, “He might be quiet, but we know he’s a tough kid.”

Hotch worked relentlessly, even when the team told him that he should take a break, he didn’t want to stop until you were found alive. The team tried to do their best in finding you, they were waking up earlier and going to sleep later - collating all they could.

It had been a week since Hotch managed to escape and he owes you his life for saving him. He was the only one awake, though when he looks at the clock, he can see that the rest of the team will arrive in half an hour.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Hotch snaps his head up before twirling on his heel, to see you with a black eye, your temple seemed to patched with stitching and bandaged up. You were holding an energy drink, your non-dominate arm was in a sling. You had bruises on your jaw and strangulation marks.

“What’s all this?” You asked, Hotch noticed you had a limp as you look at the information on the board and scattered on the table, “Were you trying to find me?”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulder, “I guess I didn’t think I mattered that much.”

“Of course you matter,” Hotch says and for once you were taken aback to hear such desperation in his voice, “you’re part of the team, you’re the youngest of us. Family protects family.”

“We’re...family?” You tilted your head.

You see, you saw Hotch as a strict and level headed man - he sticks to the rules and regulations. He wasn’t the most approachable person and yet to see him react so differently. You look up to see soft caring eyes, as he motions for you to sit down at least - you are injured and he has taken that to consideration.

“Of course, the moment you joined the team, you were family so no matter how quiet you were and you didn’t want to open up. The team and I never saw you any different than the boy wonder. You were family the moment you introduced yourself.”

“I don’t get it,” You were confused, genuinely, “Why?”

“Because we love you and you have our backs, we’re going to have your back.”

“You will?”

“Of course.”

You had knitted your eyebrows together as you were pondering how to click the pieces together, Hotch knew that a little heart to heart between you two won’t sink in right away. But, he gave you a reassuring smile, telling you, if you ever forget - we’re always there to remind you.

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voidsfanficfortress · 4 years

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The Only One♡

The prisions in Ceuta were big,but most of it seemed to be reception ..., you lean into the counter.

-I came here to visit someone- you say to the police Officer-His name is Ryad All-Hassar Ramírez-

The police Man looks at you with his Brows arched.

-You came to visit that Cabron?-He asks you, genuenly impressed, as you just glare daggers at him- okay, ill tell him youre coming, please do be careful, that son of a bitch is smug as hell-

You nodd and the policemen escort you to a room with tables,when you arrive he is there looking away, How do you break it to him that Orange is not his color?.

-Hey Ryad,its been a while- You say sitting infront of him- I dont think youll recognize me, I was a teen when we first met-

He looks up ,his brown eyes are just how you remember them, he sees you, and cant help but notice the polite smile on your face, a genuine one.

-Por Dios,its you..Man look how much youve grown- You can sense a bit of sascarm there,Like he doesnt like being visited. But you ignore it.

You two met a long time ago, You were around your teen years when it happened.

Jackal doesnt remember how did dokkaebi convice him to go to that event, Or even if it was indeed dokkaebi who changed his mind about even setting foot there, but in the end he was there, he sat on one of the Chairs on the stage,Harry was saying a couple of words, and then his turn came to talk a bit, everything was going well until...

-Fuck me papi!-

Someone screams from the back of the crowd, and he stops, looks around the crowd and blushes, Tachanka steps in and quickly and starts talking, ripping the microphone away from jackals hand.

After that fiasco , he decides to go for a walk, everyone seemed so happy, so illusioned with the event,people laughing, talking about other operators, and buying merch related to them, he seemed alone, with no genuine fans who dont just thirst about him but do actually care for him, he is all alone except--

-Perdoname (excuse me) are you jackal-

The teen girl looks shy about it, jackal finds it somehow cute, the only teenage girl who was polite enough.

-Why yes I am indeed,and you are?-

His tone seemed friendly and polite, the girl seems to get out of her Shell and smiles.

-People..people call me G, I uh w was wondering if we could take a picture togheter?-

-Im sorry-Jackal says- Im not really comfortable with photos kid-

Ryad expects the kid to just go away and talk shit a obout him, instead, the teen perks up and looks up to him, And smiles so kind .

-its okay-The girl says- I dont like pics either-

-So, Why you were asking ?-

-Oh...I was kind of forced, b but! That doesnt mean I dont like you,I I do!-Jackal chuckles at the teens behaviour- I just, I dont like pics anyway, but before I go, There is something I want to say-Ryad for once, pays attention to what the girl says- One, the person who shouted that at you is a degenerate, Two, after all the things you lived Through and all the things you see in battle, you deserve this-

G gives him a brief hug, jackal can just feel the warmth that comes from that hug,the understanding, then she smiles, says goodbye and leaves.

-Goodbye mr Ramirez!, enjoy the event-and she rans away to her Group of Friends.

He smiles and turns away , Maybe he changed his mind about having at least one fan.

-I know you just want to go back to your cell and dont have anymore contact - she isnt wrong on that one- I want to leave you this-

She gives him a necklace, his brother's necklace, the one he sold a Long time ago for money, all well preserved, he opens the little sphere that hangs from it, there is his brother's photo.

He was about to say thank you, but.

-How did you find this?-

His anger builds up.

-I learnt from the best tracker in the world-

How dare she? How she dares to bring this back to him? Does she know the memories that this brings? The suffering?.

-Leave- Jackal says- Leave!-

No. Stop.

This is all wrong.

Please dont leave.

The woman quickly grabs her bag and goes away.

Then he goes back to his cell and night falls.

He cant sleep again , he looks at the ceiling, and then it hits him like truck.

Well, a thousand trucks.

She cared for him, she gave him that same smile that she gave him when they first met.

Full of compassion,kindness.understandment .

And he scared her away like he always does, he holds his head between his hands.

She isnt coming back,is she?.

《...》

Morning arrives and jackal is there, in bed,not even trying to cover his eyes from the light.

-Ramirez, you have a visit-

What?

He is escorted to the same room he was yesterday, and she was there, with two cups and a flask full of coffee.

She brought him coffee.

He smiles and sits infront of her.

-Hey ryad, we started with the wrong foot yesterday, coffee?-

He nodds quickly like a kid in a candy store.

Maybe...maybe there still was hope.

Maybe once he gets out of there he has a chance to rebuilt his life.

And this time hes not letting it slip away.

《...》

@laminath

Cabron: Son of a bitch.

This idea Came up from a voice call between @grain-crain-drain and me.

Sweet bittersweet ending!

-Void

#r6 jackal #ryad all-hassar Ramírez #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #r6

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