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Long Nights

This is an Aaron Hotchner x Reader fic

It's very short, like maybe 300 words

It had been a long day in the field and the team got back to Quantico around 9pm. Everyone else packed up their belongings and headed home. However, you had to stay late to finish up the paperwork from the day. Three hours later you had only finished around half of the work when you heard a door open.

“(Y/N), it’s late, you should be heading home.” Hotch was speaking to you from the balcony over the bull pin.

“I need to finish this before tomorrow,” you shrugged, accepting the fact that you’d be here until 3am. 

“That’s not healthy,” Hotch contended.

“What about you? You always stay late.”

He paused, considering what to say. “Well if you're going to be stubborn, at least finish your work in my office. The chairs are much more comfortable than those.”

You looked down at the plastic rolling chair and back at him. Smiling, you picked up your stack of paper and followed him into his office. He cleared a spot off his desk and pulled up an extra chair. You took that as your cue to sit down and he did the same. For the next two hours, you both silently worked through your respective stacks of paper. 

Eventually, you felt your eyes droop and had to shake yourself awake. You kept getting more and more tired and decided to just rest your head on his desk for a few minutes. Some time later, you felt a hand on your back, gently shaking you awake. You stirred slightly and tried to put your head back down. At this, an arm wrapped around your back and under your arm and another arm scooped under your knees and you felt yourself being lifted from the chair. 

He walked you over to his couch and gently laid you on it. You felt a pillow being propped under your head and a blanket being wrapped around you. He placed his hand on your arm and let it rest there a moment before walking away. You drifted back asleep to the sound of shuffling paper.

[villians-r-hot]

Never Letting You Out of My Sight

Word Count: 3,949

Warning: kidnapping, guns, reader is slightly beaten, alcohol, needles, drugging, blood, bondage/gagging, and murder

This is an Aaron Hotchner x Reader fic where the reader is asked to pose as bait so the BAU can catch a serial killer but it goes very wrong (Hotch has to find them in time)

You have been working at the BAU for around seven months now. You love the work, being able to use behavior to solve crimes was something you always found interesting. And now, with your team, you traveled all over the country to do this. Your team was made up of seven people: Rossi, Hotch, Morgan, Reid, Prentiss, Garcia, and you. That morning, you had gotten a call to come into the office quickly, the team had a case. You grabbed your overnight bag and headed to the bureau. 

Walking into the BAU, people were already milling around, getting paperwork done and settling in for the day. When you got to your desk, you noticed that Hotch had left a note requesting that you stop by his office. This already made you nervous because not only was he your boss, but you had started to like him. You don’t know if it was his seriousness or the way he commanded a room, but something about him was extremely attractive.

The only person in your team that had gotten there already was Reid, so before the team meeting you went to Hotch’s office. Of course he was sitting there, always getting to work an hour before anyone else. His door was open, but you knocked anyway while standing in the doorway. He looked up, clearly stressed from whatever paperwork he was filling out but then his face softened. “(y/l/n), come in.” 

You step all the way into his office and sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “How are you this morning?” He asked, putting down the papers he was working on and sitting back in his chair. 

“I’m doing good sir, and you?”

“I could do with a little less paperwork, but other than that I’m fine,” he chuckled. This was very different from his normal uptight nature that he had in front of other people, it took you by surprise. You were still thinking it over when he spoke up again.

“I called you in here today before the team meeting because I need to ask you some questions about our next case.”

“Oh…is this about our last case? I swear I didn’t know that saying that to a witness is bad, I just…”

“No no no, you did the right thing under those circumstances” he interrupted, “this is about something else.”

“Oh ok…” “So as you know, we’re taking a case in Florida. This is a case that involves a person who keeps kidnapping women and holding them hostage. But his time frame is speeding up and he’s killing them after three days instead of after a week. This is why we have to act fast and I believe we need to quickly take drastic measures to prevent a spree killing.”

“I agree…this could become worse if we don’t do something,” you added.

“Yes, exactly. So all the women are around 20 to 30 years old and they all have (y/h/c) hair.”

You could see where this was going and you started to not like it.

He continued, “So, Strauss and I were talking, and she agreed to my plan but I still need your permission…”

You interrupt him, “How many women has he killed so far?”

“They’ve found five bodies.”

“Ok, then I’ll do it.”

“(y/l/n), this will be dangerous and I legally have to warn you about what could happen.”

“I know, if he takes the bait and I’m held hostage, he might try to kill me. But I have to do something to help these women.”

He leaned forwards in his chair, “Are you completely sure (y/n)?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok, I’ll email you the specific details of your assignment. Now we should probably head to the team meeting, they’ll be starting soon.”

You stand up from your chair and start toward the door.

“And (y/n)?,” you turn your head toward him, “you’re one of the bravest agents I know and I can promise you that I won’t let any harm come to you.”

You smile at him, “I know you won’t.” You walk out the door and head for the meeting room. Was that too flirty?

Hotch aside, you were becoming a little nervous for this case. You didn’t regret saying yes because it might help solve the case, but the thought of coming face to face with this killer was starting to make you feel uneasy. The team assembled and went over the details of the case. At the end, Hotch announced his and your plan to catch the killer. Although this surprised almost everyone, everybody agreed with this being the best course of action. 

You met on the airplane thirty minutes later and left for Florida. On the way, Emily and you were playing chess and she asked you, “How are you feeling about the plan?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I am nervous about it. But I’m more nervous about meeting the killer than the chance of him killing me. I trust the team and I know he won’t even get close to hurting me.”

“As long as you're confident, I am.” She smiled up at you before moving her bishop and “checkmate.”

You huffed and leaned back, settling into your chair to read over the case details again. 

After arriving in Florida, the entire team went to the police station and began to set up. You went into the bathroom to change into the outfit you were going to be in. It was shorts and a crop top, a usual clubbing outfit. The killer always took women at night right after they left bars or other late-night places. The team decided it would be best to put you in a bar a block away from the first abduction because it was definitely in his comfort zone. You also did your hair a little bit better than it was and touched up your makeup. When you came out of the bathroom, you went back to the room that the team was in.

“Hey, Hotch, am I gonna be on the company tab tonight?” you joked around while trying to tie the wired bracelet that would send audio to the team. You looked up when he didn’t answer immediately and he was standing there staring at you. You blushed as he snapped out of it and quickly said, “Yes, but don’t drink too much tonight, just make it look like you are in case he’s in the room with you.”

“Ok, sound goods,” you replied, finally getting the bracelet on. 

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Three hours later, it was around seven o’clock and you were ready to start your assignment. They dropped you off a block away from the bar and you walked the rest of the way. Before you left though, Hotch pulled you aside and said, “You be careful out there. We’ll only be a minute away if anything goes wrong, but try to be as cautious as possible.”

“I will be Hotch.”

Walking into the bar, you went to order a drink and then sat at a small table near the back. Throughout the night, a few guys tried to sit with you or buy you drinks but you refused. Around eleven o’clock, you went to settle the tab and leave. Just as you were walking toward the door, a man stood up from his table and knocked against your side. You were thrown off balance but caught yourself on another table. “Oh, my apologies ma’am, I didn’t see you.”

“Oh, you’re fine, I should’ve seen you get up.” With that, you left the building and began walking down the street, hoping to catch the killer's attention. About twenty minutes later, you had started to give up and wait until tomorrow night when a truck pulled up. It matched the vehicle description of a truck that had been at a majority of the kidnapping sites. You involuntarily sped up but then relaxed and tried to look comfortable.

The truck pulled up beside you and the passenger window rolled down, revealing a man on the driver's side. He smiled at you and asked, “Hey, do you need a ride home? I’m driving back into town.”

Knowing this was your chance you said, “Um…sure, my apartment is about ten blocks that way.” You pointed down the road headed into the downtown part of the city. “Perfect,” he leaned over and opened the passenger door for you. As you climbed in, your heart was beating rapidly and you had to stop yourself from shaking. He rolled the window up, locked the doors, and began driving down the road. 

“Do you come into this part of town often?” he asked you.

 “I just moved here so I was just checking it out, seeing if I liked it,” you responded.

“And did you like it?”

“Yeah! I thought it was nice,” you try to put enthusiasm into your voice.

His mood kind of changed, which scared you, “Don’t you recognize me, (y/n)?”

You weren’t expecting that and so you looked over at him and tried to place his face. “Um…no I don't think we’ve met before,” you said uncertainly. 

“Well, (y/n)...I’m the guy you rudely bumped into not even thirty minutes ago,” his voice was getting louder.

The realization hit you, but you hadn’t really looked at his face when he was in the bar. He began to get angrier, “And guess what (y/n)? I have the only thing that’s protecting you.” He held up your tracking and audio bracelet that he must have snatched when he bumped into you. You began to panic as he rolled down his window and threw it out.

“I know who you are (y/n) (y/l/n). And because you dared to come after me, I’m about to make your life a living hell.” He suddenly reached over and jabbed you in the leg with what looked like an epi-pen. But instead of adrenaline, it had some sort of strong suppressant. Within seconds, your eyes drooped and your arms and legs went numb. A few moments later he reached over and buckled you into the seat as your eyes completely closed and you fell against the back of the seat.

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Hotch’s POV

“What do you mean we’ve lost connections?” 

“Sir, her location stopped moving and then stopped updating completely. Best guess? Someone ditched the bracelet and destroyed it,” Garcia explained on the other line.

Hotch began pacing, “We have no idea where he’s taken her now, and we only have two maybe three days to figure it out.” He was scared out of his mind. He had not only promised her she would be safe but he also cared about her so much and couldn’t stand to lose her. 

“Garcia, get the team back here at the police station, we’re going to have to find him ourselves.”

Thirty minutes later the team was together and throwing out ideas as to where the killer would keep his victims. They narrowed it down to the east side of the city, which had the most private locations, but that wasn’t good enough.

“We have 36 hours at the most before he starts to hurt (y/n), so everyone get to work and don't stop until you find something,” Hotch said, starting to panic.

“Hey Hotch, we’ll get him. Nothing will happen to (y/n),” Morgan reassured. 

Hotch bit his nail and turned to work on the witness statements.

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(y/n)’s POV

You wake up in a dark room, probably a basement, sitting on a bare mattress on the floor. Your head hurts and you can’t think straight but you try to sit up. When you do, your head spins and you fall back down. You hear a laugh from the corner of the room. “Trouble wakin’ up? Don’t worry, it’ll wear off soon and then we’ll have some fun.”

The man from the truck stalks out from the corner and into your field of vision. You try to sit up again, and this time you stay. “What do you want with me?” you ask him.

“The question I want to know is what do YOU want with ME?” he asked. “You searched me out and waited for me to take you. Then when I found you had a wired bracelet, I knew you were some type of cop.”

You don’t give away anything and just stare at him. He starts to walk closer, “You gonna answer me bitch, or am I gonna have to figure it out the hard way?” You remain silent but then he steps closer to you and backhands you across the face. You fall back into the mattress.

“Sit up,” he commands. You comply, not wanting to get hurt anymore, but it was the wrong call. This time he punches you in the nose and you hear a crack. Your nose starts to bleed. “Now, I usually wait a few days to start hurtin’ the women I take but I think I’m gonna start early with you.”

He rears his leg back and kicks you in the ribs. Again, you hear something crack and pain explodes across your chest. You groan and lay down on the mattress. “I’ll be back in a few hours to see if you want to explain some things, but in the meantime, I’ll make sure you don’t try an’ escape.”

He walks over to a cabinet that’s in the basement and pulls out rope and another one of those modified epi-pens. You try to back away, but the pain in your chest keeps you on the mattress. He takes both your hands and ties them together, which magnifies the pain. Then he sticks you in the leg again with the epi-pen and watches as your eyes begin to close and you drop your hands onto your stomach.

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Hotch’s POV

“Hey, we’re close, Garcia has narrowed it down to four people who match the profile,” Reid tells Hotch.

“Who are they?” Hotch urged. They were closing in on 15 hours since the abduction. 

Garcia began, “Well the first three live inside the comfort area and have multiple assault charges on their records. Oh wait…scratch that, one of them was arrested three days ago and is in prison.”

Hotch addressed the team, “So we’re down to two people who live in the comfort area. Prentiss, Reid, and Morgan, go to the first man’s house. Rossi and I will take a team to the second man’s house. Let's go find her.” With that, the team split up and suited up for a raid. 

Hotch was extremely nervous. What if she’s not at either house? Or even worse, what has he done to her in the fifteen hours she’s been gone?

But he couldn’t doubt himself, not now. He had to be in a clear headspace for this raid. Rossi and him hopped in a car and followed the SWAT vehicle to the second suspect’s address. When they arrived, they saw a dingy house that looked like it was three floors with a basement. It was pretty far away from any neighbors. They pulled up without sirens and were as quiet as possible. The SWAT team decided on a quiet entry and so Hotch and Rossi were assigned to enter through the side door. 

Within a few minutes, everyone was in their position and so they went into the house. The side door opened into the kitchen. Directly off the kitchen was a door leading down to the basement. Hotch checked Rossi to cover his back as he eased open the door and pointed his gun down the stairs. Everything was quiet but there was a light on at the bottom of the stairs. Hotch decided to investigate and signaled Rossi to follow him. 

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(y/n)’s POV

The man tensed up and grabbed a gun from his waistband. He signaled for you to be quiet but you shook your head and tried to move from the mattress. However, you barely moved because of the drugs he had given you. He walked to the cabinet and pulled out a bandana. He walked over to you and wrapped it around your mouth as a gag. You protested but couldn’t do anything to fight him off.

Between the binds on your wrists and the gag, you couldn’t do much of anything when you heard men whispering outside. You then heard multiple doors open inside the house. The basement door opened and you heard someone step carefully down the stairs. The man moved behind you and you could hear him cock the gun. You felt the cold metal of the barrel against your head just as a person turned the corner into the basement and froze.

It was Hotch and he had his gun pointed at the man behind you. “Get away from her,” he commanded. His gaze fell to you for a moment before going back to the man. He seemed more shaken than he was in other cases. You had seen him look plenty of killers in the eyes and tell them to drop their weapon, but he never looked this panicked. It was only a slight change, but after knowing Hotch for seven months, it was a huge difference. 

Rossi stepped out from behind him, with his gun also pointed at the man.

“Nope, I don’t think I will. You were the ones who sought out me, ‘member? You wanted this to happen,” the man replied.

“We WANT to put you in prison, now lower your weapon and step towards me,” Hotch said.

The man laughed, “You think I’m gonna give up that easily? After I’ve been killin’ for weeks? Think again asshole, if I’m goin’ down, she’s goin’ down with me.”

The blood running from your nose was starting to soak your gag and you coughed. Hotch looked down at you again, and held his concerned gaze longer. The man shook his gun at your head, “Hey, this is about me not her.” He nudged your head with the gun, making you flinch. Tears began running down your face again as he continued to argue with Hotch.

“You see! I’m in control. Try to shoot me and see what’ll come of it, I’ll pull the trigger before your bullet even reaches me. Then your precious little agent will be dead as well.”

Hotch shifted in frustration and impatience. “I’ll make you a deal, you come with us peacefully, and I can talk to the judge about placing you in a better prison.” While Hotch was trying to make deals, Rossi was slowly easing around the mattress. The man behind you didn’t seem to notice, “Which prison are you talkin’ about?”

Hotch continued, “Well you would be placed in the federal prison without the deal and they don’t like women killers in there. But I could get you into the state prison, which seems more your speed.”

“My speed? What’s that supposed to mean?” he started to get upset again. 

Hotch replied, “Oh just more people like you.”

The man started, “Like me? You’re just tryin’ to lump me into a group of common criminals when you know that I’m better than them! You’re lyin’ to me and….”

All of a sudden a gunshot goes off. You think that the man had finally pulled the trigger and shot you but then you heard something fall behind you and the feeling of the metal barrel leaves your skin. You look towards Hotch, who was still standing there, his gun still cocked. Rossi comes from the corner of your vision, holstering his weapon and disarms the man. “Good job distracting him Hotch,” he says from behind you.

But Hotch is only focused on you as he quickly holsters his weapon and runs up to the mattress. “(y/n), I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen.” He quickly removed the gag and unties the binds around your wrists. You’re still limp from the medicine and your body hurts. You try to move but the pain causes you to wince and Hotch eases you back. “Don’t try to move (y/n), I’ve got you.”

He starts to slowly move his hands around your back and eases you up slowly to a sitting position. You inhale sharply when your broken rib twists. “Do you need to lay back down (y/n)?” he searches your face for any sign of extreme pain. “No,” you breathe out, “I’m good Hotch, keep going…get me out of here.”

At that, he puts one arm beneath your knees and one arm around your back and picks you up bridal-style. He turns toward Rossi and Rossi just says, “I’ve got him, you get her to the medics.” Hotch turns and you rest your head on his shoulder and your arms are limp in your lap. He climbs the stairs quickly all while saying reassuring things like, “You’ll be ok…I’ve got you now…You’re safe…The medics are almost here.”

The ambulance pulls up as he carries you outside the house. You breathe in the fresh air and close your eyes. The medics open the back doors and Hotch climbs in and lays you on the stretcher. You groan again as you lay back on the bed. “What hurts (y/n)?,” one of the medics said. The ambulance begins moving towards the hospital. 

“My chest and my face, I think one of my ribs is broken.”

The medics are putting an oxygen tube in your nose and starting an IV and you’re getting slightly overwhelmed. Hotch notices and starts rubbing circles on your hand. You try to focus on that as the ambulance eventually pulls into the emergency bay. They wheel you out into the hospital and a doctor who works for the FBI meets them at the door. He walks beside the stretcher as you’re wheeled toward a room.

Hotch fills him in with all the information as you get loopy from the pain medication. The doctor leans down and says right before you black out,  “Everything will be alright (y/n), I’m here to help.”

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You wake up several hours later in a hospital bed. There is a sling on your arm and it looks like there’s a bandage on your nose. You try to move around but the pain in your chest prevents that. Your groaning wakes up Hotch, who had been sleeping on the couch in the room. He is immediately at your side asking questions, “Does it hurt too much?”

“No, it’s manageable. I just have to remember not to move,” you huff out a laugh.

He smiles down at you, “I’m glad you’re back (y/n).”

“I’m glad to be back sir, but I think I’m gonna have to pass on any special assignments for a couple weeks.”

He laughs, blinking back tears. Then he does something wholly unexpected. He leans down and kisses your cheek. “After the last 48 hours, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a couple weeks.” You both laugh and he brings up a chair to sit next to your bed. 

“You should rest (y/n), I’ll be right here watching over you.” You slowly close your eyes, drifting back to sleep, absolutely certain that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you again.

[villians-r-hot]

Through Sickness

Word count: 1,271

This is just a fluff Arthur Harrow xReader fic / The reader gets sick and misses work so Arthur checks in on her

Warnings: none <3

You’ve been a part of Harrow’s following for a couple years now. During that time, you’ve risen in the ranks of the following and grown close to Arthur. Now you were almost acting as his right hand man; handling the organization of his different villages and groups around the world. It kept you very busy and you were always scared of falling behind on your work.

It was autumn, just turning into winter and you had stayed in the main village in the Alps for a few months now. Arthur usually spends his time here and only travels to his other groups for a week or two at a time. You were in your office trying to balance out the expenses for the villages when you noticed your throat was hurting. Thinking it was just changes in temperatures, you just made some tea and continued to work. 

By dinner time, your nose had started to run and you had begun to cough. It wasn’t a bad cough, just once or twice every few minutes. Still not thinking anything of it, you went to the village’s dinner and met with Arthur. You and the other village higher-ups ate together with Arthur to go over work for the next day. You were still coughing, which some people noticed, including Arthur. At one point in the meal he leaned toward you and asked in a low voice, “Are you feeling alright my dear?”

You just nodded your head, not being able to respond right then because of the coughing. He didn’t seem convinced and had a concerned look on his face. He handed you a glass of water and added, “If you need to rest, you should go to bed early tonight.” Since you still weren’t over the coughing fit, you left the table with your meal uneaten and walked to the apartment where you lived. After taking a shower and drinking more tea, the coughing had gotten worse and now you had a headache. 

Typically, headaches get bad for you, often turning into migraines if you don't take your medicine. You made sure to take your migraine medicine and some Tylenol for the coughing and sore throat. After getting everything ready to go to sleep, you turned out the lights and got in bed. You slept soundly until around 4am when your coughing woke you up. It was almost constant coughing, making your head throb. 

You stumbled into your kitchen where you grabbed all the medicine you needed and a big bottle of water. After taking more medicine, you got into bed again and tried to go back to sleep. You woke back up at 7am and felt awful. Around this time, you were supposed to get ready for breakfast but with the migraine that had formed last night (despite the medicine) and the coughing, you weren’t able to get out of bed.

You grabbed your phone and texted Arthur saying that you were taking the day off. He responded, “Are you ok? Is this about the coughing last night?” You told him that it was and to not worry, it should go away in a few hours. However, it kept you in bed until it was past lunchtime and you couldn’t hardly move to get water anymore. Around 2pm, you heard a knock on your apartment door. There was no way you could yell to ask who it was so you just laid there. Eventually, you hear the lock being turned and the door opening.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Where are you?” Arthur walked in the front door and began looking around the apartment. He sounded pretty concerned, but you couldn’t even raise your voice to let him know where you were because of the migraine. The tapping of his cane stopped in front of your bedroom. Seeing you under the covers he asked, “(Y/N), Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you croaked out in between coughs. 

He stepped in the room holding your spare key to the apartment. He circled to the side of the bed you were facing and paused. “Oh, (Y/N) why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? I came to check on you because you weren’t answering my texts.” You laid there looking up at him, unable to say much of anything. He came closer to you and put his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. He sucked in his breath and moved his hand to gently caress your cheek. He sighed, “Oh sweetheart.” Your eyes began to water because of the light coming in through your windows. 

“Light,” you whispered pointing at the windows. He turned around to look at the windows and understood immediately. He walked to your black-out curtains and closed them tightly, putting the room into darkness. He sat down on the edge of your bed, “I brought you food because you didn't eat anything last night and the cooks said you hadn’t ordered anything to your apartment all day.” He opened up the bag he had with him and brought out your favorite kind of soup with a spoon.

“Are you hungry (Y/N)?” he asked. You nodded slowly, just now realizing you hadn’t eaten for almost 24 hours. “Here, I’ll help you,” he said. He leaned over you and gently held you under your arms and pulled you up into a sitting position. You groaned slightly as your head moved into a different position. “It’s alright (Y/N), the pain will only last a couple minutes,” he soothed while getting extra pillows to make you comfortable. You held up a tissue and coughed again weakly.

“I’m so sorry you feel this bad (Y/N), if I could make it better I would.” He opened up the tupperware with soup and brought out the spoon. “Are you sure you're up for this?” he asked. You nodded looking him in his eyes. He dipped the spoon in the soup and brought it to your mouth. You ate the soup, relishing the warmth and comfort that was brought to your throat. After you finished, he did the same thing with your water. He also had you take more medicine with that water. 

“Now (Y/N), I’m going to go get more food but you should try and get some rest. After I get back, I won’t leave your side until you're better.” Feeling a bit better already from the soup, you tried to protest thinking you’d be a nuisance, but he wouldn’t hear it. “Nuh uh uh, I care about you deeply and couldn’t stand to leave you when you feel like this.” And he didn’t. Arthur stayed in your apartment for the next two days while you recovered, dutifully helping you eat, drink, and take your medication. He also helped you get to and from the bathroom, even washing and drying your hair one night. Arthur also read to you to help you sleep and told you stories from his past. 

After two days of rest, you were able to return to work and return to community meals. But you had to admit, you were already starting to miss the time together with Arthur. He had made you feel safe and cared for. Three days later, you were sitting at your desk in your office when the door opened. You looked up and saw Arthur carrying two tupperwares with food. He was smiling slightly when he said, “I brought lunch. I thought we could eat together…alone. I’ve missed that over the past few days.”

You simply smiled as you walked around your desk to sit with him in your office.

[villians-r-hot]

You Have No Idea

3,000 word count

This is an Aaron Hotchner x Reader fanfic (The reader realizes her feelings for her boss but tries to keep it a secret as she's put in an awkward position during a case)

Warnings: guns, slight smut, murder, protectiveness, 18+

You’ve been a part of the BAU for about three months now and here are the best descriptions of each member of the team. Derek Morgan is the flirt of the group but he is also a strong, powerful, and experienced agent. Spencer Reid is the brains of the team; being a quick thinker and learner, he has helped the team in several tough situations. Emily Prentiss is a newer member of the team, like yourself, but is great with communicating with people and making them comfortable. JJ handles all the press stuff and lifts the spirits of the team. Aaron Hotchner is the broody team leader that controls and organizes the whole group. And David Rossi is the experienced one of the group that always provides the right answer when it comes to behavior analysis. 

You only realized today how much trouble you're in. Out of all those people, great people who are kind, smart, and caring; the person that you are beginning to find extremely attractive is Aaron Hotchner. Your emotionally closed off, controlling, and older boss in the BAU. You made sure that no one knew. You didn’t know what kind of repercussions would come if someone found out that you liked Hotch. You also didn’t know what he would do if he found out. He was single, it being around two years after his wife died. But he had never opened up to you in the three months of you working there. He actually didn’t seem to open up to anyone.

But you were determined to keep this a secret and hope you got over it. That day, you were called into the office by Garcia, who told you that the team had another assignment in North Carolina. That meant staying somewhere for multiple nights, so you took your bags. Arriving at the BAU, you walked over to your desk that was right in front of Derek’s. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hotch walk through the doors and take his normal route straight toward his office.

But this time, he did something different. He stopped and cleared his throat, “How are you doing today, (Y/N)?” You paused for a second, stunned that he had stopped to talk to you. “Um…I’m doing great, sir,” and trying not to get flustered, “how are you?”

“I’m good.” He offered you a small smile and then continued his walk into his office where he closed the door. 

“What was that about?” Derek asked, walking into the BAU to his desk. “What?” you asked back. “Hotch, what was he talking to you about?”

“Oh, he was just saying good morning.” You sat in your desk chair to try and start some paperwork. “Hey, guess what I did last night?” Derek asked you. 

“There’s no telling what you did last night,” you replied sarcastically without looking up from your papers. “Hey! That’s not fair, I’m not that bad!” he argued.

You looked up at him and laughed. “Let me guess, it had something to do with a bar and some girl you met?” He started laughing as well, “Well maybe I am pretty bad.” You both continued to laugh until you heard a door slam.

Hotch was standing outside his office staring at you until he snapped out of it, “My team, in the meeting room in five minutes.” He left toward that room but you didn’t miss the glare he gave both you and Derek. Huh, I thought I was making progress with him but I guess not.

Your team gathered together and discussed the case in North Carolina. College students were going missing, about one a week. They were all female and the pattern had held for five weeks. This was a high priority case and so the whole team left straight away for North Carolina. While on the plane, Hotch began assigning hotel room partners. You were usually by yourself and everyone else was in a group of two.

“These are the partners: Prentiss and JJ, Reid and Morgan, Rossi has paid for his own hotel elsewhere…”

“Hey now, are federally funded hotels too low for you?” Derek asked jokingly.

“What can I say? I’m used to silk sheets and room service,” Rossi laughed and winked at him.

Hotch continues, “....which leaves (Y/L/N) and me in room three.”

Your eyes widen and you almost choke on the water you had been drinking. But, you were determined to handle this professionally and so you replied with, “Cool,” and a thumbs up. Everybody began talking about the case again, effectively over the room assignment. You tried to listen to what they were saying but you were still internally panicking with how you would react to sleeping in the same room as Hotch.

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The first day in North Carolina went well. The team had set up in the local police department and you had been sent out to interview roommates and friends of the college students with Emily. “So, pretty unlucky that you got paired up with Hotch, am I right?” she asked.

You paused, hoping she wasn’t on to you, “Oh yeah…it’s kinda awkward how that worked out.” You were hoping she would drop the conversation so you wouldn’t have to think about it again until tonight. “I feel like he would be an annoying roommate. Like snoring at night or something,” she chuckled. You faked laughing so she wouldn’t suspect anything but was panicking about what kind of roommate he actually was going to be. After this she did drop it because you had more people to interview. After this you guys went back to the station to eat something and bring your information to the team. 

After talking over the case for several hours, Hotch announced “Ok guys, let's regroup in the morning when we are more fresh and move from there.” You packed your things and went to the cars. Rossi left with one of the cars and everyone else got in the other. You got to the hotel room before Hotch did because he was settling something with the hotel staff. You dropped your stuff on the furthest bed (Thankfully there were two separate beds) and went into the bathroom for a shower. 

Coming out with your sleeping clothes and damp hair, you had almost forgotten that Hotch would be there. He was sitting on his bed, texting someone on his phone. He glanced up at the noise of the door opening and then looked back down. But then he quickly did a double take at your bare legs. You were wearing shorts but realized right then that there may be some dress code you didn’t know about when it came to sharing hotel rooms with your colleagues.

You hurried over to your bed without saying anything and got under the covers to read before bed. After a few minutes of silence Hotch turned to you and said, “I hope this whole situation doesn’t make you uncomfortable. The BAU insisted that we only pay for three rooms instead of four.”

“Oh no, this is fine with me, as long as it’s fine with you.” He only nodded in response while still looking at you. There was an awkward pause and then he said, “Well, I’m gonna go get a shower.”

“Okay,” is all you said in reply with a small smile. You fell asleep quickly while he was in the shower. You opened your eyes to the sound of the bathroom door opening. You were facing away from the door but could see his reflection in the windows. He was also wearing baggy shorts and a white t-shirt. You swore you could see him stop for a moment and look at you and then lay down on his bed. You fall asleep shortly after this (Emily was right, he snores softly at night).

The next morning he was already up and dressed when you woke up. “How’d you sleep?” he asked in his husky morning voice. You were trying to smooth down your hair and replied with, “Actually, I slept pretty good for a hotel bed. I hope I didn’t make any weird noises in my sleep.”

He chuckled and replied, “No, you didn’t do anything that I could hear.” With that he left the room. This was a new side of Hotch that you hadn’t seen. He almost seemed caring. You got dressed and did your hair for the day and then met everyone in the hotel breakfast area. Everyone began talking over the case again. Spencer brought up some new theories and everyone gave their input.

Then Hotch began, “Ok, so Reid and Morgan, you need to go to the morgue to look at the body they found yesterday. See if it matches up without unsub. Prentiss and (Y/L/N), you need to continue your interviews and then go look at the abduction sites.” You sighed. He was back to his leadership personality. But you did as you were instructed.

The morning passed with interviewing and giving advice to the college students who were close to the victims. You and Emily were using the profile the team had constructed to question people. Around noon, you were interviewing a girl who was suitemates with a victim and asked her about any guys that fit the profile. She immediately sat up and pointed to a picture of a guy who she was actually friends with. The guy fit the profile description in every way.

You called the team and Garcia to track down the guy. It took several hours to search through his dorm room and interview his friends, but it was obvious this was the unsub. The only problem was that he disappeared after the FBI showed up on campus the day before. However, one of his friends thought he saw him earlier that day going into a popular bar. Your team had information that pointed toward the unsub still being in the bar and so you suited up to raid the place. It was also said that he had stolen a gun from one of his friends and still had it on him. Everyone had on bullet proof vests and you had your own gun in hand.

The plan was to send you and Hotch in the front door and then Prentiss and Morgan in through the back. You walked into the bar with Hotch at your side and spotted the unsub right away. The problem was that he saw you as well and immediately pulled out his gun. You were all pointing your guns at each other and Morgan and Prentiss came in through the back holding out their guns. Everyone else in the bar dove to the ground or ran out. 

You were focused on the unsub, who had his gun pointed specifically at you. “Put it down. You have nowhere to go,” Hotch said from beside you. He sounded scared, but that must have been you projecting your own feelings because Hotch never got scared. The unsub kept his gun raised and you could tell he was about to do something drastic. He put his finger on the trigger and pulled. The shot rang out and you could hear it pass just beside your ear. You went down while Hotch shot him twice before he could shoot again. 

There was a ringing in your ear from the shot and you put your hand up to your ear quickly to check the damage. There wasn’t any blood, which was a good sign. However, Hotch quickly turned to you and fell onto his knees. “(Y/N), are you hurt?” he pulled your hand away from your head to check. You shook your head, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, it just came really close.” Hotch looked panicked, like he realized the severity of the situation before you did. “Come on, I’m taking you to the ambulance,” he put his hands around your waist and pulled you up. 

“Hotch, I’m fine, just a little shaken. There’s no blood,” you showed him your hand as proof. “I just want to make sure,” he said. He looked really worried and so you complied and went to see an EMT while he was standing there. 

The EMT said, “You’re all good, your eardrum isn’t damaged but the only side effect might be a slight ringing for the next couple days.” You turned to Hotch, “See? I’m all good.” You gave him a thumbs up. He breathed out a sign of relief and gave you a small smile. “Good,” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Now I should probably go deal with all that,” he pointed behind him at the cameramen, forensics team, and other police officers. For the first time, you didn’t envy his job as the team leader.

After everything was cleaned up and the paperwork was filed, you went straight to your hotel room to take a shower. When you got out, Hotch still wasn’t back and so you went to your bed and got under the covers to read a book. He came in about an hour later looking very tired. He paused when he saw you looking at him, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes sir, I'm completely fine.” He just nodded and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he seemed a bit more relaxed. He walked over in between your two beds and faced his, getting the sheets ready for him to sleep. But instead of getting into his bed, he turned and faced you. He seemed to be thinking something over and then he finally sat down on your bed. You weren’t expecting this at all and so you dropped your book.

“I thought I had lost you today (Y/N),” he started. 

You gave him a small smile, “No sir, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

“Yes, I’ve come to realize this…” he smiled. There was a pause and he breathed in slowly before continuing. “(Y/N), when I thought I had lost you, I almost couldn’t bear it.”

You sat up completely to become level with him. “Well, I’ve also grown close to you over the past three months,” you were trying so hard no to expose your secret.

He continued, “I care very deeply for you. Now I know I’m older than you and your boss so I don’t expect you to share those feelings about me, but I thought that I should tell you. I’ve been distracted by you even during the first case we worked together. I get jealous when other men in the bureau talk to you. I wanted to tell you just in case it gets in the way of us working together in the future.” He looked you in the eyes, trying to detect a reaction. He was breathing pretty quickly after saying all that in one breath.

You simply replied in a small voice, “I’ve been thinking the same things as well.”

His expression softened and you gave him a smile. A look of joy spread across his face and he smiled, a real smile, for the first time since you’d met him. This was a very attractive look for him, with his hair being wet from the shower and wearing a form-fitting shirt, so you were completely ok when he cupped your face with his hand. 

“Are you ok with this?” he asked you for the second time since sharing a hotel room. You nodded, “Yes sir.”

“Unless you like calling me sir,” he smirked at that, “you can call me Aaron when we’re together.”

“Ok…Aaron.” At this, he leaned in and kissed your lips. He hadn’t shaved his face since leaving Quantico and so it was ruff against your skin, but you loved it. You placed your hands on his face and deepened the kiss. He placed one hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him. You were kissing for several minutes until he reached around and pulled you up into his arms. He turned and laid you down on his bed. He moved over you while maintaining the kiss and laid next to you. You both turned onto your sides to face each other. He moved his hands and slipped them under your shirt to hold your waist and pulled away from the kiss.

“Is this ok with you?” he asked. “Yes sir,” you smirked, placing your hands on his chest. He moved his hands from your waist to your stomach while continuing to kiss you. He moved up from there, brushing over your nipples and beginning to knead your breasts. You rubbed his chest and began to move your hands lower. When he moved his kissing from your mouth to your neck, you let out a moan. This made him kiss you more fervently and nip at your skin.

He continued rubbing your breasts up and down as your hand traveled to the waistband of his shorts. You palmed his bulge over his shorts and he began moaning as well. That's when you heard the TV being turned up from the other room. You both paused at the same time.

You looked up and whispered, “We probably shouldn’t take it any further tonight. Someone might hear us.” You point to the opposite wall where Reid and Morgan were staying.

Aaron huffed but agreed with you. “When we get back home, could I invite you to my place for dinner?”

“Absolutely, I wouldn’t miss it.” You smiled at him while he lay down on his back. You both get under the covers and snuggle together. You have your head on his chest and he has his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. “You don’t know how hard it was to contain the fact that I liked you,” he admitted to you. 

“Oh, I think I may have some idea,” you whispered before drifting asleep.

[villians-r-hot]

A Missing Piece

3,410 word count

This is an Arthur Harrow x Reader fanfic that turned out a bit longer than I was expecting (mostly fluff, hurt/comfort, Arthur being extremely concerned for the reader)

Warnings: drugging, kidnapping, being restrained / tied up

You’ve lived in Boston for almost a year now. During that time, you’ve spent your days working in a coffee shop and reading books. Most of the books were on Egyptian mythology, which you think steamed from something in your childhood but you weren’t sure. You didn’t have any family and all your friends were ones from work, so it got lonely sometimes but that didn’t bother you. You honestly couldn’t remember how you ended up in Boston because it was such an impulsive decision, but it had been pretty good so far.

Today was a Tuesday, which meant you had an eight hour shift at the coffee shop. It started off pretty weird. A woman came in and when she looked up at you, she gasped like something had frightened or shocked her. She began backing out of the store while still looking at you and then turned and quickly walked down the street.

These odd interactions continued through the morning. A man came in about 30 minutes after the women, skipped the line, and then didn’t order but asked for your name. You didn’t feel great about giving out your full name so you just gave him your first name. He nodded, immediately pulled out his phone to make a call, and then left without ordering anything. After that, someone else came in and sat down at the table in direct view of you and began to take pictures of you. He was trying to hide it but it was obvious he was taking pictures and then sending them to someone. After you mentioned it to one of your managers, they politely asked him to leave.

You were used to odd customers here and there, but it seemed like a lot of weird things were happening on that day. You were relieved when you could finally take a break. The back of the shop was pretty small, so the workers usually took their breaks in the gallery where the customers sat. You made yourself a latte and sat down to continue your book from last night. The gallery wasn’t too busy so there were several open tables. 

Around ten minutes into your break, a man opened the door to the shop and stood there looking around like he was searching for something. Eventually everyone noticed the man because he was letting cold air into the shop. Even you looked up from your book to see where the wind was coming from and right then he made eye contact with you. You looked down right away because it was kind of awkward. But from your peripheral vision, you begin to see the man step closer to your table. 

He had an expensive looking cane that clicked on the floor with every other step. He was also wearing sandals, which you thought was odd with how cold it was in Boston right now. Eventually these same shoes came to a stop directly in front of your table and so you were forced to look up at the man. 

You put on a smile. “Hey, I’m on my break right now, but anybody behind the counter can help you with your order.”

It took him a second to respond. It kind of looked like he was taken aback by your response but then he spoke, “Oh no, I was just wondering if this seat was taken.” He gestured at the extra chair at your table. You looked behind him at all the extra empty tables and sighed internally. Unfortunately, you have a hard time saying no and so you nodded your head. 

He propped his cane against the table and sat down. You went back to reading, not knowing if he wanted to talk or not. Apparently he did because he said “My name is Arthur, what’s yours?”

This was the second time someone had asked your name that day without talking to you first. You looked up from your book, “My name is (Y/N).” Arthur just nodded like he was expecting that answer. Again, there was a silence that fell between the two of you.

“Have we met before, because I feel like I recognize you?” he spoke again with a small smile. You were sure you would’ve recognized him because of his cane and tall stature. “Mm I don’t believe we have, although I’ve worked here for a year so you could’ve seen me before,” you replied. He sat back, intrigued with your response. “How long ago exactly did you start work here?”

Thinking there was no harm in answering this question you said “It’s been close to eleven and a half months.” He seemed to be counting in his head and then looked up with a resolved expression. “Well, I’ll see you around,” he said, gathering his cane and leaving without ordering anything. He left so fast that you couldn’t even respond. You sat there for a second stunned from that whole interaction. Eventually, you checked the time and realized your break was up. You bookmarked your book on the chapter discussing feuds between Egyptian gods and got up to continue work. 

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and you were able to leave around four in the afternoon. You took a detour to the park to finish the chapter you were on in the book, since you couldn’t finish it on your break. After that, you went to eat in a small diner and headed home. It was close to dark and so you were trying to get home as quickly as possible. You were about ten minutes out when you noticed someone following you about a block away. They were wearing dark clothing and kept their head down. But every time you turned a corner and then looked back, they would be there about a block away.

But, they began to gain on you and so you walked faster. About two minutes away from your house they were within 50 feet of you and so you decided to just start running for it. However, in front of you, someone stepped out from an alleyway and blocked your path. They were wearing the same clothes as the person behind you. You began to panic and turned toward the road to cross it but a black SUV pulled up, blocking your last way out. A man stepped out of the passenger side and opened the door to the back seat. You could hear the person to your left step closer and you knew you were surrounded. 

You just slowly backed into the wall, the furthest place from all the people stepping toward you. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“We just want you to peacefully come with us” the man to the left explained as he continued to step closer. You were changing your gaze between the three people trying to figure out which one would be easiest to run around. Just as you were going to cry for help. The person on your right, who you realized was a woman, took one big step and grabbed your upper arm as the man on your left pushed a cloth onto your mouth. You tried to run but the woman was holding you still. You tried to shake the cloth off but the man had stepped behind you and had you in a headlock with the cloth. 

Your head started to spin and you tried not to breathe in but it was getting harder as you continued to fight them off. “Just breathe in (Y/N), don’t try to fight it,” the man said. Finally after several seconds, you broke and gasped for air, which weakened you quite a bit. You began to lean back on the man as your vision grew dark around the edges. Everything seems distorted and your hearing was muffled. Several seconds later, everything grew dark and you fell into the man’s arms. Before you blacked out completely, you felt the women grab your legs and they both carried you to the car. 

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Some time later, you have no idea how much time has passed, you begin to hear dripping water. It didn’t sound like anything in your apartment and so you groggily opened your eyes. You can’t seem to focus on anything and you're having a hard time gathering your wits. Your brain feels fuzzy but you can’t remember why. You slowly lift your gaze and realize you're sitting in a chair, a cushion chair like one you have in your living room. But this definitely wasn’t your apartment. It was dark, but you can tell that the walls and floor are concrete. 

You try to move your hands to rub your eyes, but they don't move. Looking down, you realized your arms are bound to the armrests of the chair. Panic begins to rise in your chest but it is held back by a different sensation. Your body felt heavy and tired like it hadn’t caught up to your brain. Even trying to test the strength of the restraints was tiring. The dripping of water is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You didn’t realize you weren’t alone and raised your head to look around. 

About six feet in front of you, a man with a cane was sitting in a chair facing opposite of yours. As he leaned forward, you realize that it’s Arthur, the man from the coffee shop. He almost had a look of concern on his face. “I was worried for you, You’ve been unconscious for several more hours than we expected. My humble apologies, I think they gave you too much medicine for your body weight.”

You couldn’t think straight. What was this guy talking about? Where were you? 

You open your mouth, but it’s dry, like someone put cotton in your mouth. This made you start coughing. Arthur stood up and came over to you. “Here (Y/N) drink. It’s water.” You shake your head slowly to try and refuse, thinking the water might be drugged. Almost reading your mind Arthur said “It’s perfectly fine, I didn’t put anything in it. Here, let me,” he took a sip to show that it wasn’t tainted.

You were still coughing a bit and so you nodded your head and he brought the glass to your lips and tilted it back. The water soothed your mouth and throat, making it so you could talk. “Where am I? Why are my arms tied?” Arthur sat back down in his chair and calmly began, “I have taken you to the village where I live. This is my house,” he gestured around him, “but this is the basement. I have you here so I don’t worry my people. And I thought it was necessary to restrain you for your own safety.” 

This was a lot to process. A village where? There weren’t any ‘villages’ in Boston. Your breathing began to increase as worry settled, but again it was held back by the drugs in your system. “Why did you kidnap me and bring me here?” you half-said half-whispered. “I’m curious about you, to say the least,” the man stated. He began to ask you questions instead.

“Do you recognize me?” he inquired.

“No, we already talked about this. I don’t know you. I think you have the wrong person.” You were feeling dizzy and were almost mumbling the words.

“Do you know who Ammit or Khonshu are?” “Um….yeah I think they're Egyptian gods. Why does this matter?”

He didn’t answer your question. “Have you met them before?”

You scoffed, “Of course not, they’re a myth. They’re not real. Just please let me go, you have the wrong person.”

He ignored this question as well and changed the line of questioning. “You said you worked at the coffee shop for eleven and a half months, is that when you moved to Boston?”

“Yeah…I think so.”

“You’re not sure?”

You were losing your patience. “It’s kind of a blur, but it’s probably the fucking drugs you gave me.”

He just continued calmly, “What were you doing two years ago?”

You thought about it for a second. “Um…I was finishing my last year of college.”

“No (Y/N), it’s been eight years since you were in college.”

“How do you know….” You paused. Even in the state you were in, it was obvious even to you that something wasn’t adding up. Arthur seemed to be thinking this over and then he simply said, “I will return as fast as a can,” and got up and left with his cane.

You were overwhelmed with everything that was going on. First you wake up tied to a chair in a strange place with a strange man. But you were also having a hard time remembering years of your life. However, you were getting more tired and it was harder to hold your head up. 

A little while later, a woman shook you awake. She was sitting in a folding chair right beside you. As you lifted your head, you noticed she had a tray of food and water. “Hey (Y/N), I brought you something to eat because it’s been a while since you ate.” On the plate were some of your favorite foods. You thought this was odd, but your stomach didn’t protest as it growled loud enough for her to hear.

You nodded yes as a way to tell her to start. She slowly spoon fed you and cleaned up anything that spilt or that you were too tired to eat correctly. Throughout this she began to talk. You couldn’t quite respond because of chewing or just pure tiredness. But it was all very odd: “I heard that you were back”...“We’re all very worried about you”...“Don’t you remember anything?” You shook your head at the last question. They must have the wrong person because you don’t recognize anyone you’ve seen so far. She seemed sad at that response but kept giving you food and water.

Eventually, when the food was gone, she let you finish the water and left the room. You fell back asleep quickly and only woke up when there was that familiar clinking of a cane coming down the stairs to the basement. Arthur walked in front of you holding an extremely old looking book. It was open to a specific page, which he kept open when he sat the book on his chair across from you. He studied the book for a minute longer like he was memorizing something. 

After this, Arthur walked the stand directly in front of you. He held your chin in his hand and directly your face to look up at him. He looked optimistic but nervous at the same time. “Now, what I’m about to do, you have to trust me with this.” He inhaled and let go of your chin, placing that hand on your forehead. The other hand, which held his cane, brought the cane to the back of your head so the metal hilt was on your head.

You tried to squirm out of his grip, but between the restraints and the drugs, it was useless and you barely moved. Arthur began chanting in a language you’ve never heard before. He said the same phrase over and over again. The room began to glow purple and his hand was ice cold. That’s when you began to feel the pull. It wasn’t physical, it was like something was being pulled out of your brain, your memories. It was hard to think at all because it felt like everything was shifting and moving around. Arthur kept chanting.

The pull got stronger and whatever was being pulled began to leave your body. This was an overwhelming feeling and you felt like your brain was going to explode. Arthur kept chanting. Eventually, the edges of your vision were growing dark and you tried desperately to stay awake. It was windy inside the room and what felt like sand was blowing around. Whatever was being pulled out was almost out but you were close to passing out. Just as you felt everything go dim, the sand materialized into a tall bird-like creature and Arthur stopped chanting.

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“(Y/N), (Y/N)” someone was taking off your restraints and shaking your shoulders. You slowly stirred, feeling like something had changed drastically. You look up and see a man in front of you. You realize who it is and ask “Arthur? Why are we in our basement?”

Arthur almost started crying, “You remember me?”

“Of course I do, I saw you just last week before your trip to Cairo.”

At this point, tears were running down his cheeks as he knelt down to your level. He looked like he had been through a tough time and so you tried to get up to hug him. But your legs wouldn’t support you and so you fell into his arms. “Woah, slow down my love. You are still weak from everything that has happened.”

He sat you back in the chair and held both of your hands. “What happened to me?” you ask him weakly. “I’ll explain everything in a moment. But first I want to make sure you're comfortable.” He went to stand up. 

He picked you up from the chair bridal style and began moving up the stairs. You rested your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You passed several people you recognized as village security on the first floor. Arthur continued up into the second floor and took you to your shared bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed, wrapped you with a blanket, and began to explain everything that had happened. Khonshu heard a prophecy that said that (Y/N) would help Arthur to succeed in his mission to free Ammit. To prevent this, Khonshu took you while Arthur was away in Cairo and hid all your memories of Arthur or Ammit, which erased your memory from the past eight years. He then gave you new memories of Boston and put you there, keeping you far away from Arthur. 

But Arthur had been searching for you everywhere for the entire year you were gone. Everyone in his following knew that his partner had been taken and so they all knew what you looked like. That morning in the coffee shop with the women, that was one of his followers who was visiting family in Boston. She immediately called it in and they sent more people before sending for Arthur himself. He had been in New York City visiting another group of his followers.

Once you were back in the village and Arthur could properly question you, he realized that your memory had been wiped by Khonshu and he reversed it using Ammit’s power. 

After Arthur finished explaining everything, you laid there stunned. You could hardly believe that you’d been trapped for almost an entire year by Khonshu. You couldn’t remember anything from the past year other than the intense feeling of loneliness. The first question out of your mouth was, “Were the people frightened by my absence?”

Arthur chuckled slightly and reached out to caress your cheek. “Of course you're more worried about the people than yourself. This is why I love you so much darling.” You smiled up at him, blushing from his confession. Arthur leaned down and kissed you lovingly, using his hand on your cheek to support you, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him in closer. 

He knew you were tired though and so he pulled away slowly. “I’ll be right back,” he said while standing up. You were much more worn out than you realized, both mentally and physically. So you leaned back into the pillows and closed your eyes for a moment. You open them back up to Arthur sitting down on the other side of the bed. He was dressed in his sleeping clothes and began moving over to lay next to you. 

You turn over toward him and lay your head on his chest, listening to his breaths and his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around you and began to slowly rub your back. You missed this immensely. Even though you don’t remember your time in Boston, it still feels like you hadn’t been with Arthur for a long time. This was your safe space and you never wanted to leave him again.

[villians-r-hot]

Just Please Come Home

An Arthur Harrow Fanfic

Warnings: drugging, alcohol, threatening date rape drugs, panic attacks, somewhat yandere

This was written very quickly so if there are any mistakes please let me know <3

“No! I’m never going back to the village” you screamed at the man in front of you.

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset but I can fix this. Just please return home with me” Arthur said in a quiet but authoritative voice.

You knew that if you thought about it too long and if you let Arthur talk for long enough, you would be convinced to go back. So instead of answering, you turned around and walked away from the man.

You had been a part of Arthur Harrow’s following for about a year. And in that year, you had gained the favor of Arthur. At one point, you even thought that you guys were in love. But it had gotten to be too much for you. You didn’t think that Arthur should have the authority to judge and execute people before they did anything bad. Once you might have believed in Ammit’s dream for the world, but now it just frightened and confused you.

You were near the center of London, which is where you used to live. So you began to try to relocate your previous home and maybe reconnect with your friends. You had given everything away to follow Arthur and now you had nothing left. The sun was close to setting and the streets were growing darker by the minute. Nearing your house, you could tell that Saturday night parties had already begun. Hoping that one of your friends was at these parties, you entered the house that seemed to be the busiest. Right off the bat, you could smell weed and alcohol. This dazed and confused you because you hadn’t been around drugs for a while. You had to weave through the crowd in the house, looking for familiar faces. Walking into the kitchen to hopefully escape the thick haze, you bumped into someone you thought you recognized.

The man looked down at you and smiled. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around here in a while. You're Riley’s friend right?”

Knowing that Riley used to be your friend that you went to house parties with, you said, “Yeah I actually am. Hey, you don’t happen to know where Riley is, do you?”

“Well let's not rush off just yet, you just got here. Let me get you a drink and we can talk” he said.

Nodding your head, you watch him leave to go to the drink table. Now, the weed smoke was really getting to your head and being around this many people was overwhelming. You just wanted to know where your friends were so maybe you could crash with them for a while. Even though this guy seemed weird, you were willing to do just about anything to find someone you trusted.

“Here you go” he handed you a solo cup with what smelled like cheap beer. “You know it’ll help you relax a little,” he laughed.

You took a hesitant sip and asked “So, do you know where Riley is?”

“Yeah, I think I saw her at a party last night two streets over.” You took another sip and asked “But what about today?”

“Well, I don’t actually know where she is today.”

“That’s so helpful,” you rolled your eyes and handed back your drink. You were about to move on and ask someone else when you began to feel weak. It hit you very suddenly and the guy seemed to notice it. “Hey, do you need to take a breath outside?”

You nodded your head and slowly made your way to the door. The guy led you out the door to the alleyway beside the house. You leaned against the wall and tried to take deep breaths. When you looked over at the man, he was smiling. “Oh sweetheart, that’s not gonna help. You’ll be out within two minutes and I can do whatever I want.”

Confused and becoming afraid, you pushed off the wall to step away from him but stumbled and fell onto your knees. “Please, I only wanted to know where my friend is.” But he didn’t listen as he stalked closer and closer. Your vision blurred and your hips threatened to give out. Suddenly, from behind him, you saw a purple glow and heard someone chanting something over and over.

The man stopped and turned towards the source of the chanting, blocking your view of the glow. With this, your hips finally gave out and you fell all the way to the ground and laid on your back. Everything was distorted and it was getting hard to breathe. The only thing you could make out was what sounded like an animal running across pavement and the man screaming out down the road.

The outsides of your vision was blackening and it was difficult to move at all. You tried to inhale but it was like your lungs wouldn’t fully expand. You thought that your entire vision had gone black, but it was a tall man quickly walking over you covering the moon as he walked. He threw down his cane and crouched next to you, holding your head in his hands.

“You’re alright. You’re safe now. Just breathe.” It was Arthur. There was a slight quiver in his voice that you couldn’t tell if it was concern or fear for you. You should’ve been afraid or angry at his coming back, but honestly you were relieved. He pulled you up to rest your head on his chest as your arms lay loosely at your sides. He supported your head with one hand and put the other hand on your chest. “In and out slowly. You’re good. I’ve got you now.”

As the blackness took over, you feel Arthur’s large hands wrap around you and pick you up off the ground. Somewhere, you thought you heard a car door slam and someone telling the driver to go faster.

Four or five hours later, you jerk awake on Arthur’s bed. You instantly sit up and realize you have an oxygen mask on and so you pull that off. However, you're having a hard time controlling your breath and the remaining effects of the drugs are not helping. Arthur, who had been sitting there waiting for you to wake up, stood up from his chair and began trying to get the oxygen mask back on. “Please my dear, you need this back on. I know it’s confusing right now, but trust me.”

This was not helping the feeling of an oncoming panic attack, which affected your breathing even more. You began to sob between breaths and fear began to flood your body. You couldn’t even speak for having to focus on breathing. Arthur gave up on the mask and reached the bedside table for something. He pulled out an inhaler and brought it to your lips. “Now you need to breathe in when I tell you to” he instructed. When he pushed the button, you breathed in the best you could and it instantly became easier to inhale.

“You’re doing amazing (Y/N), just one more time for me.” You inhale again and your lungs open up even more. “Ok, I know you don’t want to, but you need to put on the mask”

Already weak from the lack of oxygen and the drugs, you agree tiredly and he gently straps the mask to your face. You’re still sobbing quietly from the whole situation. “Sh sh sh, I know you're tired and scared. Can you lean back for me?” You let his hands guide you back down to the pillows and rest your head against one. Arthur gets a tissue and dries your eyes as you are still regaining your breath. “I know you're probably still feeling the effects of those drugs but you will be alright. You are safe and I will keep you that way. You don’t have to worry about someone attacking you like this ever again.”

You try to speak or even raise your hands to thank him but you're still weak.

“Just rest for now and we can talk later. I'll be right here by your side if you need me.” You were able to barely move your hand and so you slowly moved it over the bedsheets to his hand on the bed and his hand envelopes yours while you fall back asleep. He gently moved the hair out of your face and squeezed your hand tightly in his.