Heartbroken Hannibal And Will Chasing Him

EMILY PRENTISS

Criminal Minds | 2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

Hannibal Whump | Part 2 | Chin scar

THOMAS GIBSON as AARON “HOTCH” HOTCHNER 

CRIMINAL MINDS | 1.16 “THE TRIBE”

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ꜱᴇᴀɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

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

i miss my husband ☹️

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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