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Love “Shield of Silence” ❤️❤️ What about this time around Hotch need the rescue and they're in a relationship? Add anything you want. Tag me later. Thanks!! :)))

Title: "Tables Turned"

Part two for "shield of Silence"

(Aaron hotchnerr x fem!reader)

It had been a long case, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever with no clear answers. You and the team had been in Denver for almost a week now, chasing leads that seemed to go nowhere. Exhaustion clung to every agent like a second skin, and tempers were fraying at the edges. Still, you had a job to do, and as always, Aaron Hotchner was at the helm, holding everything together with his calm authority.

The only problem? Chief Jenny Montgomery.

From the moment you and Hotch had arrived at the local precinct, you could feel the Chief’s eyes lingering on him. At first, it was subtle—a little too much eye contact, a smile that lasted just a fraction longer than necessary. You didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to her trying to be friendly. But as the days wore on, her attention became impossible to ignore. She was practically hovering over Hotch at every opportunity, leaning in too close, her hand grazing his arm under the guise of handing him files. It was infuriating.

What made it worse was that Hotch, ever the professional, remained oblivious—or at least, he pretended to be. It was one of the things you loved most about him: his ability to keep his cool under pressure, always staying focused on the case. But this? This was testing your limits.

You’d been dating Aaron for nearly six months now. It had started slow, after that moment in the conference room when he confessed his feelings for you. But what you had was real, and it was strong. You’d been through a lot together, and the rest of the team knew about the relationship. They’d accepted it, even supported it—after all, they knew better than anyone how much Aaron needed someone to lean on after everything he’d been through.

But Jenny Montgomery didn’t seem to care. And you were not in the mood to play nice.

It was the third time that day that she’d sidled up to Hotch during a meeting, her body language screaming interest. You were across the room with Spencer and Rossi, trying to keep your attention on the case file in front of you, but your eyes kept drifting back to the two of them. Every time she laughed—loudly, unnecessarily—you felt your grip on your pen tighten.

Spencer glanced up at you, clearly noticing your growing tension. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered through gritted teeth, not taking your eyes off the pair. Hotch was standing there, arms crossed, looking as stoic as ever while Chief Montgomery laughed at something he’d said. But you knew him too well. You saw the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered with discomfort. He wasn’t enjoying this any more than you were.

You stood abruptly, unable to take it any longer. “Excuse me.”

You didn’t storm over—that wasn’t your style. But your footsteps were firm, your body language making it clear that you were not to be trifled with.

“—and I was just telling Agent Hotchner that we have this great little spot in town if he wanted to join me for—”

“That won’t be necessary,” you interrupted, your voice calm but laced with a steel edge. “Agent Hotchner already has plans.”

Montgomery’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly recovered, giving you a tight smile. “Oh? I wasn’t aware.”

You smiled back, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “You are now.”

The tension in the room thickened, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to stand by and let this woman flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you. Hotch shifted beside you, his lips twitching as if he was trying to suppress a smile. He hadn’t said a word, but you could tell he was enjoying this—probably far more than he should.

Montgomery’s smile faltered. “Well, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just thought—”

“You’ve been ‘just thinking’ all week,” you said, your voice still deceptively calm. “But let me make something clear: Aaron is taken. He’s with me. So, whatever little lunch date you had planned? Cancel it.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel eyes on you—from your team, from the officers nearby. You didn’t care. Chief Montgomery stood frozen for a moment, clearly not used to being spoken to like that. She stammered something under her breath and walked away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you let out a long breath, the adrenaline coursing through you. You half expected Hotch to give you a stern look, to remind you about professionalism and keeping your cool.

But instead, he laughed.

It started as a small chuckle, then grew into full-blown laughter—the kind that had him clutching his stomach, gasping for air as he tried and failed to compose himself. His face turned red, and the sound echoed through the precinct, drawing even more eyes in your direction.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Aaron, are you—”

He shook his head, still laughing too hard to speak. His laughter was so out of character that the entire team was gaping at him like he’d lost his mind. Even Spencer looked confused, his brows furrowed as if he were trying to solve a puzzle.

“Hotch?” Morgan ventured, his voice laced with amusement. “You good, man?”

Hotch wiped tears from his eyes, finally managing to catch his breath. “I’m fine,” he gasped, his voice still thick with laughter. “I just—oh, God—I’ve never seen you like that, Y/N. You—” He dissolved into laughter again, leaning against the nearest desk for support.

You couldn’t help but smile, even as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Hotch looked at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Y/N, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen anyone shut someone down like that.”

“I wasn’t going to stand there and let her flirt with you.”

“Clearly,” he said, still grinning. “And for the record, I would’ve turned her down myself if you hadn’t beaten me to it.”

You folded your arms, trying to hide your own amusement. “You didn’t exactly seem in a hurry to stop her.”

Hotch stepped closer, his smile softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t need to. I knew you’d handle it.”

His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and suddenly, the tension you’d been carrying all week melted away. “Next time, maybe I’ll let you handle it.”

He chuckled, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Deal.”

As he leaned in to kiss you, you heard Morgan’s voice in the background. “Okay, seriously, Hotch, what the hell just happened?”

You pulled back from the kiss, glancing over at the team. They were all staring, clearly still in shock at what had just transpired. Rossi had an amused smile on his face, and even JJ was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Long story,” you said with a grin. “But trust me, it was worth it.”

As you turned back to Hotch, you saw the love in his eyes—so much deeper than words could ever express. And you knew, without a doubt, that whatever challenges came your way, you and Aaron would face them together.

And if anyone ever crossed the line again, well… they’d better be ready for round two.

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Title:Running Back to You

Pietro maximoff x fem!reader

Got this amazing idea from @faithiegirl01

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You had been by their side for as long as you could remember. The tiny apartment in Sokovia, with its peeling wallpaper and cramped spaces, was more of a home to you than the one you were born into. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were your family in every sense of the word. Together, the three of you had faced the hardships of a war-torn world, clinging to each other when everything else seemed to fall apart.

Wanda was your sister, not by blood, but by heart. The two of you were inseparable, spending hours giggling over shared secrets and dreams for a better future. You marveled at her growing abilities, feeling a deep bond that went beyond sisterhood. But then there was Pietro—your protector, your constant. With him, there was something different. He was always sweet to you, always looking out for you in ways that made your heart flutter, but you had never really considered what that meant. He was just Pietro, your best friend.

Or so you thought.

Everyone else seemed to see what you couldn’t. Wanda rolled her eyes whenever Pietro would dash ahead to pull you out of the way of some nonexistent danger or when he would bring you flowers he picked at superspeed. She could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened whenever you were around. It was all so obvious to everyone but the two of you.

The day everything changed was when HYDRA came into your lives. They promised power and a way to fix everything wrong with the world. You, Wanda, and Pietro accepted their offer, driven by desperation and a desire to make things better. The experiments were brutal, and the pain was unimaginable, but you endured it together. Your powers manifested—abilities that allowed you to manipulate energy in ways that were both destructive and beautiful.

But with that power came a price. HYDRA saw you as assets, tools to be used, and you were separated from your friends. They sold you to the highest bidder, and that bidder was none other than Tony Stark. It wasn’t until later that you realized Stark had bought you to save you, to keep you out of HYDRA’s clutches. You fought against him at first, but he and Steve Rogers showed you that your powers could be used for good. They trained you, molded you into something stronger, something better.

But nothing could erase the pain of being torn away from Wanda and Pietro. You missed them every day, wondering if they were still together, if they were safe, if they even thought of you.

Years passed, and you became a valuable member of the Avengers, though your heart was never fully in it. The memories of your time with Wanda and Pietro haunted you, and even in moments of victory, you felt the sting of their absence.

Then, everything changed when the Avengers faced a new threat. You were tasked with infiltrating a HYDRA facility—one that had recently fallen into the hands of new operators who were continuing the terrible work done there. It was a straightforward mission until you saw him.

Pietro.

He was faster than ever, moving through the facility like a blur. Your heart stopped. He was alive. But he was also your enemy now—or so you were supposed to believe. The thought of fighting him was unbearable, yet there was no choice. When you saw him dart towards Clint, your instincts took over, and you intercepted him, using your powers to bring him down.

Pietro hit the ground with a grunt, looking up at you in confusion. His eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. “Y/N?” he whispered, disbelief and hope intertwined in his voice.

“Pietro,” you breathed, your voice trembling. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees beside him, forgetting the battle raging around you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you—I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Pietro’s expression softened, and he reached out to brush a tear from your cheek. “I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I looked for you everywhere, but they told me you were gone. I should have known you’d find a way back.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace, both of you shaking with the intensity of the moment. It felt like a lifetime since you had been in each other’s arms, and now, with him holding you, everything else seemed to fade away. “We’ll find Wanda,” he promised, his voice strong and sure. “We’ll be together again. I won’t let them take you from me this time.”

When you finally pulled apart, the battle had slowed, and the Avengers were staring at you in confusion. Tony approached cautiously, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. “So, are you going to introduce us to your, uh, old friend?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your eyes as you stood. “Tony, this is Pietro Maximoff. He’s... he’s the reason I survived HYDRA. Wanda too. You tried to save them along with me all those years ago, but... we got separated.”

Tony’s eyes widened in realization, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Well, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You looked back at Pietro, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and sadness. There was still so much to say, so much to do, but for the first time in years, you felt like you were home.

Wanda found you soon after, her face lighting up with pure joy when she saw you. The reunion was emotional, filled with laughter, tears, and promises never to be separated again. Wanda gave you a knowing smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. She always knew, even before you did.

As the dust settled and the Avengers regrouped, you realized that the long journey was finally over. You were back where you belonged—by Pietro’s side. And as he squeezed your hand, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together.

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**Epilogue**

A few days after the battle, you and Pietro stood together on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, watching the sun set over New York City. The air was warm, and the city buzzed with life below, but here, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet of the moment.

Pietro turned to you, his eyes soft as they met yours. “You know,” he began, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place, “I’ve been running my whole life. But when I’m with you... I finally feel like I can slow down.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Suddenly, all those moments from your childhood, all the times he had been there for you, flashed through your mind. The way he had always been just a little too protective, a little too sweet. And then, finally, you understood.

You loved him. You had always loved him.

Pietro smiled, as if he could see the realization dawning on your face. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I was just too scared to say it.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but they were tears of happiness this time. “Me too,” you confessed, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. “I was so scared of losing you that I didn’t even realize what was right in front of me.”

Pietro leaned down, and your heart raced as his lips met yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like coming home, like everything you had been searching for had finally found you. When you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Wanda’s voice rang out from behind you, her tone full of amusement. “Took you two long enough.”

You both turned to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Pietro rolled his eyes, but you just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years.

“Yeah,” Pietro said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. “But at least we got there in the end.”

And as the three of you stood there together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as you always had—together, as a family.

Title:A Fight For Survival

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In the desolate wasteland, the abandoned warehouse stood as a grim reminder of the world’s collapse. Its skeletal remains were dimly lit by the weak light seeping through broken windows. The oppressive silence was occasionally broken by distant groans and the shuffle of the undead, signaling the encroaching danger.

Daryl Dixon was slumped against a rusted metal pillar, his face a mask of pain. A severe wound along his side had him barely able to move, his bow resting uselessly on the floor beside him. His breath came in labored gasps as he tried to stay alert despite his injuries. The warehouse had become a trap, overrun by walkers, their guttural growls growing louder with each passing moment.

You, a skilled survivor and his steadfast companion, had been through countless perils together. This time, however, the stakes were higher. Daryl’s injury left him vulnerable, and the threat was imminent. You were determined to protect him. With a deep breath, you readied yourself, gripping a makeshift weapon—a metal shard attached to a sturdy stick.

The first walkers appeared, their groans filling the space with a chilling certainty. Without hesitation, you sprang into action. The clash was immediate and fierce. Each movement was a blend of desperation and precision, your weapon cutting through the encroaching threat. The walkers’ unnatural, jerky motions made them unpredictable, and every successful strike was met with the unsettling sounds of crumbling flesh and bone.

Daryl’s eyes, usually so steely, now held a mix of fear and frustration. He tried to rise, but pain kept him grounded. “Leave,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over the chaos. “Save yourself.” But you weren’t about to abandon him. You pushed through the throng of walkers, defending him with every ounce of strength you had.

Amid the battle, you carved out a temporary safe zone. The weight of your task was immense, each decision a matter of life or death. The relentless walkers seemed to multiply, their numbers overwhelming. Your focus was laser-sharp, every swing of your weapon purposeful and driven by the need to keep Daryl safe.

Slowly, the tide of battle began to shift. The walkers' numbers dwindled, their advance slowing as their bodies accumulated on the floor. You could feel your strength waning, but the sight of fewer walkers gave you renewed energy. With the immediate threat reduced, you hurried back to Daryl’s side.

You knelt beside him, breathless and worn. “We need to get you patched up,” you said, your voice shaky but determined. Daryl looked at you with a mix of gratitude and relief. The battle had forged an unspoken bond between you, a testament to the trust and reliance that had deepened over time.

Carefully, you assisted Daryl to his feet, guiding him through the wreckage of the warehouse. Exhaustion was evident in every step, but the silent understanding between you made the journey bearable. As you reached a safer corner, the immediate danger had passed, leaving a heavy but welcome silence.

In that moment of quiet, the severity of your situation and the strength of your connection became clear. The world outside remained perilous, but together, you had faced another deadly challenge and emerged stronger for it.

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Title: Hearts of Fire

Daenerys Targeryen x reader X khal drogo(slightly)

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The air was thick with the scent of blood and incense as the Dothraki gathered in the sacred tent, their voices rising in a cacophony of anticipation. At the center of it all stood Daenerys Targaryen, silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her violet eyes set with steely determination. Beside her, you stood just as resolute, your fingers intertwined with hers as you both faced the daunting task ahead. This was a ritual meant to prove strength, resilience, and the power of life growing within Daenerys. But the Khaleesi was not alone, for you had bound your fate to hers long before the Dothraki had ever known either of your names.

When Khal Drogo had chosen Daenerys as his Khaleesi, you had been a part of the bargain, an unconventional condition that neither he nor his people had expected. The blood of the dragon burned hot in both of your veins, and your love for each other was as fierce as the flames that had birthed you. Drogo had seen the fire in your eyes, the unwavering loyalty you held for Daenerys, and had accepted the challenge of marrying not just a dragon, but two.

Now, the Dosh Khaleen—the ancient crones who led the ceremony—looked on with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. No other Khaleesi had ever brought her heart-bound to this ritual. But this was not just any Khaleesi, and you were not just any woman.

As the crones brought forth the raw, bleeding heart of the stallion, the murmurs of the Dothraki quieted. The heart was massive, still warm, and the scent of fresh blood filled your nostrils. It was a symbol of the life growing within Daenerys, the life of the stallion who would mount the world. But for you, it was also a symbol of the bond you shared with her, the unbreakable connection that had brought you both to this moment.

Daenerys took a deep breath, her grip on your hand tightening as she stepped forward. You could feel her fear, her determination, and you gave her a reassuring squeeze in return.

"We do this together," you whispered, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Together," she repeated, her voice a vow as strong as any oath.

The Dosh Khaleen began their chant, an ancient and haunting melody that echoed through the tent. Daenerys raised the heart to her lips, taking the first bite with a grimace that she quickly hid. The taste was foul, the texture tough and chewy, but she forced herself to chew and swallow, her eyes flicking to you for strength. You stepped closer, your free hand brushing a strand of her hair away from her face as she continued to eat, each bite a struggle.

When the time came for you to join her, you did so without hesitation. The Dothraki watched with bated breath as you bit into the heart, the taste just as revolting as you had imagined. But you didn't falter. The blood of the dragon did not yield. You would not falter.

The ritual was gruesome, the task daunting, but together, you and Daenerys persevered. Bite after bite, the heart began to disappear, the blood staining both your lips and hers, a symbol of the shared strength and love that had brought you to this point.

As the heart was finally consumed, a hush fell over the tent. Daenerys swayed on her feet, but you were there to steady her, your arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned into you, exhausted but victorious. The Dothraki began to chant her name, their voices rising in a roar of approval. The stallion who mounts the world had been proven, and the Khaleesi had shown her strength. But as you held her close, you knew that the real victory was not just hers, but yours as well.

Khal Drogo stepped forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours and Daenerys's. There was a fierce pride in his gaze, a recognition of the bond you both shared. He placed a hand on Daenerys's shoulder, then on yours, a silent acknowledgment of the strength you both possessed.

"You are both my Khaleesi," he declared in his deep, resonant voice, the words carrying a weight that the Dothraki understood. It was unprecedented, a union of three, bound not just by tradition but by love, respect, and fire.

As the ceremony came to an end, the Dothraki began to disperse, their excitement turning to celebration. You and Daenerys remained in the tent, the tension of the ritual finally giving way to relief. She turned to you, her violet eyes softening as she reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing away a smear of blood on your cheek.

"You were incredible," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you."

You smiled, leaning into her touch, your heart swelling with love. "Neither could I, my love."

The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in each other, the world outside forgotten. In that instant, it didn't matter that you were in a foreign land, surrounded by people who still didn't fully understand your bond. All that mattered was that you had each other, that you were stronger together than apart.

As the sounds of celebration grew louder outside, you and Daenerys shared a kiss, the taste of blood still lingering on your lips, a reminder of the ritual you had just endured. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the fire of dragons, and with the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.

Together, you would conquer, you would rule, and you would love, bound by fire and blood, forever.

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