Hannibal 1.01 "Apéritif"

Not me having thots about Hotch having super detailed and intricate tattoos that cover both of his arms and connect to each over over his shoulder blades/back. They stop a little below his elbows, so they're super easy to hide under his suits (even when he rolls his sleeves up a little).

But then the team are called in for an emergency case. There's no time to change into proper clothes--they have to grab their go-bags and meet at the jet. And he's walking on in a dark blue button-up, the top two buttons open, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and black jeans. And everyone is staring at him.

For a moment he's puzzled, setting his bag down under his seat before his eyes widen in realization. He let's out an exasperated sigh before sitting down, already feeling the headache coming on from the questions that are sure to bombard him. And, of course, they do. Mostly from Derek and Penelope, actually.

Derek is shocked. "Hotch, man, I didn't know you had ink! How long have we known each other?"

Penelope is practically vibrating in her seat (she's coming with, her own outfit a bit eccentric for a case), "Oh my goodness! What do they mean? How many do you have? Wait, can I have a closer look?"

The only people who are silent throughout the whole ride are Rossi and Reid. Rossi because he already knew about the tattoos, and he's mostly just shooting Hotch an amused look from over his file.

Reid, however... Reid is speechless. Eyes tracing over every bit of exposed skin, trying to map what might be hidden underneath the shirt. Trying to piece together the puzzle of black ink that permanently marks Hotch's skin, wondering what it all means. He doesn't notice that Hotch catches him staring (more than once), nor does he realize how his face has flushed a pretty rosy red the longer he imagines how far those tattoos go along Hotch's back. Do they curl over his ribs? Do they go down his hips, his thighs?

His fingers twitch. The urge to trace along those thick lines, to feel every inch of skin that is marked forever by an artist who spent hours (days? weeks?) laboring over their work, perfecting every little detail--it makes his skin tingle.

And then they're landing in Colorado, and Reid has no clue what their case is about, blinking back his embarrassment for having not paid any attention to his team whatsoever. He swallows, adjusting his satchel over his crotch as he walks out after Emily. Thankfully he can read over the case on the way to the precinct. Unless he ends up riding with Hotch--because he isn't too sure his imagination will let him focus otherwise.

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what a match!

have the overwhelming urge to call him pookie bear 🤧

can I request a hotchycakes blurb about how fucking gently he speaks to people, like, I personally tend to shut down if people are yelling at me and I think if Aaron noticed bau!reader sort of closing off when he’s yelling at the local PD or at Morgan or something he’d find a quiet moment just to check reader’s okay, and he’d be so so sorry for upsetting them and he would make it his life goal to be careful raising his voice. He might even take to shutting down other detectives or officers who are trying to yell at the team (like they always do y’know) and he would so calmly sit down and shut up them

if you had told yourself two years ago that ssa hotchner would be the kind of boss to speak to his subordinates with such a gentle tone, you’d laugh.

the unit chief was notorious for being a drill sergeant, hardass, and, some may even say a bully, which was why you were so cautious around him at all times, not wanting to feel his wrath.

however, he quickly changed your perception of him during your first few months with the team.

—

it had been a straightforward case, but the police force that you had been working with decided to disobey direct orders and leaked classified information to the press. this lead to aaron becoming furious with them, and he let them know — he was like a thunderstorm, coming down aggressive and loud.

you never liked yelling, whether it was directed at you, or anyone else — it would bring back memories you’d prefer to keep locked away.

whenever you’d hear somebody going off on anyone, you’d shut down, become quiet, trying to busy yourself, so you wouldn’t be next; aaron noticed.

he noticed how after, you wouldn’t meet his eyes out of fear, how you’d be afraid to even speak to him, on edge that he would snap at you.

so, he went to you, without anyone else around, and apologised — speaking so softly, that his deep voice was close to soothing you to sleep. since then, he vowed to himself to never yell, while you were in the room.

—

this meant that, however much he wanted to rip this pathetic excuse of a deputies head off, he wouldn’t.

“don’t shout at my agent, deputy.” he spat, towering over the shorter man.

internally, aaron was boiling over with rage. he could take the side remarks directed towards the team as a whole — at this point, it was normal. but, when someone purposefully decided to single out a member of his team, to berate them, while they struggled to defend themselves, he wouldn’t take it.

“i don’t need to remind you that my team and i were sent here to help you, not to cause unnecessary conflict.” aaron scowled. “i’m sure the sheriff wouldn’t approve of knowing what you like to do during your breaks.” he threatened, now rendering the deputy speechless. “if i see anything like this happening during the case again, i won’t hesitate to have you stripped of your badge and gun.”

when he stomped out of the room, aaron turned to face you, hard gaze shifting to one of fondness.

“are you okay?” he asked, standing infront of you.

“yeah.”

“you really shouldn’t let them get away with that stuff, you know. these guys always have issues with authority for some reason — it wouldn’t hurt to put them in their place, once in a while.” he smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

“i know.. but you learn to uh.. tune it out.” you added on, “plus, putting people in their place really isn’t my thing. that’s what i have you for.” you grinned at him, “you’ll always be here to stick up for me, right?”

“yeah. always.”

“thanks, hotch.” you leaned over, pressing your lips to his cheek.

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