Honey, may I borrow your hand for a minute?
the CONFIDENCE AND AUDACITY OF THIS MAN?!?!? makes me scream into a pillow every time.
they are at a CRIME SCENE and this CASANOVA JUST CALLS HER HONEY in front of her colleagues and superiors...
AND THEN TAKES HER HAND...
THIS MAN.
THIS MAN
is both awkward and cute and so. damn. smooth.
Yeah JJ I'd have his babies too.
Jennifer Jareau & William LaMontagne Jr ❤️💖
Mekhai Andersen → Henry LaMontagne
Summary: Hotch follows Reid and Jack into a haunted house. Inside he meets a ghost and stumbles right into some unexpected arms.
Pairing: Hotch/Will
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: nightmares, ptsd, minor injuries, panic attack
Notes: I formally submit to you my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute/Ugly Challenge with the prompt: Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help. To the surprise of no one at this point, I took some creative liberties with the prompt. There isn't much to the plot, it's pretty simple and we mostly just have an excuse for kissing. As with everything I've written so far about this pairing, we live in a universe where Will is a DC Metro Detective but he is not nor has he ever been with JJ because we don't have time for that kind of backstory in these little one-shots. Thanks for reading yo! Let's show this incredibly rare pairing some love. (And now I return to writing about hotchgan...I can only stray for so long.)
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“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease dad!”
“I’d rather not,” Hotch said, as if it was going to change the mind of his six year old son. And maybe he didn’t really want to because his argument was pretty flimsy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go in, or that he didn’t like Halloween. “I don’t like to be scared.” That was a lie and Reid saw the opening, poking a huge hole in it immediately.
“You get scared for a living,” Reid pointed out from behind him and Hotch groaned. He’d been hoping Reid would take his side. “Come on Jack. If your dad is too chicken I’ll take you in. I’m kind of an expert.”
“You are?!”
Reid crouched beside Jack as best he could, favoring his still sore (always sore) knee and leaned as close as he could to the child. His whisper smelled like kettle corn and candied apples and cotton candy, that’s what Jack thought anyway. Reid smelled like a carnival. “I’ve already been through it three times. I bet you could find some people in there you know. Like playing a really big game of Where’s Waldo…”
“Who’s in there?!”
“You’ll have to come in with me and see.”
“Can I dad?!”
Hotch sighed and nodded reluctantly. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ.”
“ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ,”
— Adding it all up - a hotmontagne fic by @masterwords
made for @masterwords' Halloween party event: ₊˚⊹♡ Office Halloween party / Haunted house date ₊˚⊹♡
10 years later (based on @yetanothercriminalmindsfanatic‘s tags [x] )
CRIMINAL MINDS | S16E02
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This isn't really a story, it's just a fun little Hotch/Will ficlet because sometimes my brain says WRITE THIS QUICKLY and I have to. I'm working on a couple of nice, longer ones but this is quick and dirty and...yeah.
It's not much. Just a re-write of the "Hit/Run" bomb attached to Will situation but with Hotch instead of Emily. (For simplicity sake, so I don't have to write a huge backstory for this tiny little thing - Hotch & Will are in an established relationship and this does not involve JJ in any way. Don't try to complicate things. It's just some tasty hotmontagne brain soup.) The title is just a funny little nod to what my husband and all the wrestling coaches yell at the kids in matches when they're down to the last few seconds and they need to try and go crazy and get a point out of desperation.
Words: 1.4k
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Hotch instructs Emily and Reid to go to the left, he goes to the right. Up the stairs to the Mezzanine, around the barricade. His feet fall light on the marble floor, he hushes his breath. Everything feels surreal. This is just a movie scene, and the music has dropped out, just the sound of his heavy breathing. Any minute now the Director will yell CUT! and people will swarm and reset the scene for a re-take.
His ear throbs, the pain lighting up the side of his face with every careful step up. It was bleeding again, he could feel the warmth pooling, dripping in a slow sticky rivulet down his neck. It’s a nuisance, nothing more. (For now. He has no future until this is over anyway.)
Scaffolding. Construction. Paint buckets and drop cloths. Everything covered in a fine layer of silky dust. His foot slips in it as he pulled his gun higher and slows his steps.
“I found Will!” Hotch says into his comm. He regrets it instantly, they’re going to want to come up and he wants them as far away as possible. What he sees is a nightmare.
“I’ll do it for you”
Make it hotmontagne. Do it. Please.
Your wish is my command! Now I need more excuses to write them. I've done it, I broke the seal. I'm in it now. (1053 words about Hotch and Will at a cabin. On AO3, if you prefer.)
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Less of a cabin, more of a shack on stilts at first glance. Will's family had owned it for generations, barely used it anymore. It had fallen into a state of disrepair and Will intended to start some renovations during an attempt at a vacation. Neither man was much accustomed to taking time off.
“No one wants to come out here much these days,” he'd said as they hauled their bags inside and Hotch listened to the high-pitched squeal of a mosquito near his ear. The cypress trees wept thick over the water, roots twisting and gnarled along the kudzu drenched banks. A willow draped herself over the place they parked their car, long tendrils fluttering in the gentle warm breeze. “Watch for gators.” Will winked at that and Hotch glared. He knew. He and Jack had been reading about this ecosystem for the last two weeks in preparation for this trip he was taking, and the more he learned, the more he understood why Will's family might choose somewhere else for vacations.
Honestly put respect on Will LaMontagne Jr’s name. My man took a single look at Jennifer Jareau and said ‘she’s it for me’ and flirted his ASS off at every possible opportunity. Treated her like a goddamn queen on that very first case and then did long distance for her. He literally flew back and forth from New Orleans to DC in his free time just to see her and he KNEW she was the one even when she almost ended it. He quit his job, which he loved, and left the city he adored and called home, to move to DC and be with her and their son. She rejected his marriage proposal and he just continued to treat her like a goddess among men. He literally didn’t care about anything as long as he got to be with her. Will LaMontagne Jr. would do anything and everything for Jennifer Jareau and some of y’all need to open your eyes i stg
“I’ll do it for you”
Make it hotmontagne. Do it. Please.
Your wish is my command! Now I need more excuses to write them. I've done it, I broke the seal. I'm in it now. (1053 words about Hotch and Will at a cabin. On AO3, if you prefer.)
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Less of a cabin, more of a shack on stilts at first glance. Will's family had owned it for generations, barely used it anymore. It had fallen into a state of disrepair and Will intended to start some renovations during an attempt at a vacation. Neither man was much accustomed to taking time off.
“No one wants to come out here much these days,” he'd said as they hauled their bags inside and Hotch listened to the high-pitched squeal of a mosquito near his ear. The cypress trees wept thick over the water, roots twisting and gnarled along the kudzu drenched banks. A willow draped herself over the place they parked their car, long tendrils fluttering in the gentle warm breeze. “Watch for gators.” Will winked at that and Hotch glared. He knew. He and Jack had been reading about this ecosystem for the last two weeks in preparation for this trip he was taking, and the more he learned, the more he understood why Will's family might choose somewhere else for vacations.
