Supernatural Hunter Reid

that moment when an AU of elements could become a complete story but I just don't want it to end up abandoned like my other stories so I'm trying not to lengthen the plot but then I decide to cover how reid felt after the game from gideon and how he almost overdosed but then he just decided not to go through with it and now I'm covering the how hotch finds out about reid's secret

Northwest Mansioooonnnnn!! manor?? Big house.

It was just supposed to be a sketch-

Anyway, the haunting proceeds as normal.

It’s gonna be a long one.

Stanley, Fiddleford, Carla, and Stanford are lounging about the living room when news about the Northwest Manor party is announced. Stanley and Stanford aren’t too impressed with the idea, but Fiddleford and Carla both seem quite excited about it. They explain to the twins what it is and just how extravagant it is, Stanley soon joins the excitement when he learns about all the free handouts, but is still unsure about all the stuck up rich people. Stanford stands his ground, saying that Preston Northwest is insufferable. Cue Preston knocking on the door asking for help and Stanford promptly slamming it in his face.

“Wait, Ford! Look, I know you hate Preston. I do, too! I punched him! But look at how excited Fiddleford and Carla are. This would be the best date ever! She’d like- marry me or something if I took her to this party!”

“Stanley, taking her to this party would only skyrocket her standards for your dates. The bar isn’t even that high currently and you still have to jump for it.”

“Yeah, yeah! It’s not just for Carla, though! Fidds would probably have a blast exploring with you when you’re done with your ghost thing!”

When Stanford peeks back into the living room, Fiddleford and Carla are chanting “Dreams! Dreams! Dreams!” with excitement and Ford let’s put a heavy sigh.

“Alright.” He smiles.

Stanford is able to squeeze 3 extra tickets from Preston and they celebrate by screaming at a volume that makes Mabel wonder if they are being murdered, not that she checks.

At the party, Preston introduces Ford to his parents when they catch a glimpse at the twins. Stanley is wearing a dress shirt rolled up to his elbows over his regular T-shirt and Stanford is in his usual clothes. Preston is ordered to make them change. Stanley goes out of his way to pick a blindingly white suit knowing that even one stain will guarantee him ownership over it. Stanford picks a blue tux, it’s definitely not practical for his line of work. He’s sure it will tear at some point or another by the end of the night.

“Well, have fun on your date, Stan.” Ford huffs when Preston impatiently insists they head to the problem room.

“Oh...yeah...my date...see, well, I...I haven’t asked Carla yet.”

“What- but we’re here already. You know you’re supposed ask beforehand right?”

“Of course I do! But when I tried to ask, we made eye contact and...and I dunno, I got...shy.” Stanley mumbles, looking at his feet.

“Then ask her now...or ask her to dance. Tell me how it goes, okay?” Stanford shouts as he is ushered away by Preston.

Carla and Fiddleford are stuck at the guest book, looking over and teasing the many billionaires who were invited. Stanley takes a deep breath and as he begins his walk towards his friends, he is cut in front of by another boy. Much to Stanley’s horror, he asks Carla if she wants to dance. She says no, to Stanley’s relief but then another boy swoops in cutting in front of Stanley! He huffs, feeling discouraged and decides to wait it out by getting lost in the cheese fountain. Little to his knowledge, Carla says no to each boy, peering to Stanley every once in a while, hoping for him to come over. Fiddleford is extremely unimpressed with Stanley’s inaction.

“Yinno, Stanley, she wants to dance with you.”

“No she doesn’t, she’s talkin to all those boys.” He grumbles.

“She’s rejecting all those boys. All those stupidly rich high class boys.”

“What? Huh, I wouldn’t.” Stanley laughs. Fiddleford nudges Stanley with his elbow.

“Don’t make her wait too long, Stanley. She’s not gonna wait forever.” He points out as he strides back to Carla. Stanley shoves a spoonful of cheese into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Stanford and Preston are having less fun than the townsfolk waiting outside. Ford is unsure about what the best course of action should be for a spirit as vengeful and powerful as this large fiery lumberjack. As he and Preston run from the ghost, they discover the hidden room where Ford fortunately discovers the silver mirror. Stanford wants to celebrate shortly with Preston when the ghost is caught but Preston seems in a rush to leave the hidden room. Outside the manor, the ghost reveals the truth about the curse on the Northwest’s and Stanford is immediately enraged. Inside, Stanford confronts the Northwest’s about the truth.

“You’re no better than your parents, Preston.” Stanford glares. Preston momentarily loses his composure, but recovers quickly. Ford wasn’t expecting much of a reaction, but he wasn’t expecting to be even more disappointed by Prestons response.

“Yes, well, no matter how horrible you think I am, as a Northwest, I will always be better than you.”

Stanford briefly considers shattering the mirror, but simply sighs as he walks away defeated. Preston his patted on his back by his father, but watches Ford walk away with regret. Outside, the lumberjack convinces Stanford to hold the mirror to the forest and uses his flames to make him drop and break the mirror.

“Oh, great.”

Carla is surprised she can bored at the best party in the world. It would be a lot more fun if Stanley would talk to her. Every time they make eye contact from across the room he either turns away or runs to the snack table. Frustrated, she huffs and pushes her way through the line of suitors that have blocked her view of her friend. Stanley sees her coming and freezes like a deer in headlights. She’s so scary when she’s mad, but in a way that makes Stan blush.

“H-h-hey! Hi! Y-you come here often?” He winks.

“Stanley, you have cheese on your face.” She says and he quickly wipes away at his face.

“Yes.”

“Stan, why have you been avoiding me? I thought we came here together but you’re more interested in the snack table than me! Is it me? You don’t wanna hang out with me?” She shouts, causing a small scene.

“Wh-what? No! Carla! I...I just thought...” Stanley let’s out a sigh, “Look, I was gonna ask you to be my date before we got here, but I got scared. Then, I was gonna ask ya to dance earlier but all these boys started talking to ya. I thought maybe...you’d like to dance with some prince than...well, a stupid boy with cheese on his face.” He confesses. Before Carla can respond, the hall breaks into chaos with plates and furniture flying over everyone’s head.

“Oh! Dangit, Stanford! I stayed in the hall to avoid the paranormal activity! This is why we can’t have nice things, Ford!” Fiddleford shouts, ducking as a several plates fly pass his head.

Soon, the curse begins to take hold as the people in the hall begin to turn to wood. Stanford is distressed to see his friends and brother stuck in the positions they were last holding before the woodsman struck them with the curse. He immediately begs the Northwest’s to open the gates, telling Preston that he can still fix everything. Stanford is struck and is turned into a wood statue and Preston is left to decide the fate of his family. He is conflicted, knowing his hard earned trust will be lost completely with one action. He opens the gates anyways and the party guests spring back to life, gasping for air.

As the townsfolk flood the manor, Stanford gives Preston his friendly nudge.

“You did good, Preston.” He smiles.

“I know. These....people likely will be locked out next year, but...maybe that won’t be the case when I inherit the family fortune.” He shrugs as he walks back to his parents.

Stanford goes to find Fiddleford and does his best to calm him down, inviting him to explore the mansion only to be turned down. Fiddleford doesn’t want to run the risk of running into another ghost. Stanford opts for them to drown in the cider fountain instead and Fiddleford agrees happily. Meanwhile, Carla and Stanley are standing awkwardly side by side in the same place they had been since they were turned to wood.

“Wow, uh, we..uh...almost died.” Stanley bursts out.

“Yeaaahhh...we did.” Carla nods, looking away.

Stanley awkwardly and slowly reaches for her hand. “Do...you, uhm, do you..wanna dance?”

“Yeaaahhh...I do.” She says looking up at him and they both burst into giggles.

The four of them enjoy the rest of the party dancing, eating, and drawing on the occasional portrait. There is still more to come, however.

I just spent two whole days reading everything I could find about the hotch vampire and that caused me to say do an edit of this, I usually upload my edits to tik tok but I feel like you probably have more support here on tumblr

Does it really need to be said that this was inspired by @ssa-sarahsunshine au?

(ps: I don't speak English so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes there may be)

This its the link

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1654357

I warn you that there are 8 fics that basically connect the story and that the ship doesn't happen until the 6th (also the author just finished the 8th and i think i plan to publish another three fics before the finishing the story so this is a read long term

That moment when you read a story and it sets the bar so high that it's hard for you to read other stories from the same ship.

Elements AU Headcanons

Basically everything I thought about when creating this au you can read the story here

the normal body temperature of hotch is 113 ° F (45 ° c) this increases or decreases depending on your emotions, so you must be very careful not to burn people, you cannot die of hypertemia, and it is almost impossible If his body temperature drops enough for him to suffer from hypothermia, the man could be in the middle of a snowstorm, and the snow is more likely to melt around him, before he dies from hypothermia

Reid's normal temperature is 56 ° F (15 ° C), this can decrease to below zero degrees and Reid will still be alive, it is impossible for Reid to die of hypothermia, but he can suffer from heat strokes frequently

only 5% of the world's population has fire as an element, and only 6% of the population has ice as an element

morgan and rossi control the land, JJ and Garcia control the water, emily controls the air (Gideon controlled the air and Elle controlled the land)

the cases of arsonists affect hotch too much, because they show him how destructive his element is

most of the time hotch has no idea of ​​the temperature of the day, because basically he lives in a bubble where the temperature is always perfect

haley controls the water and jack the air

Hotch does magic tricks with fire and jack loves them

hotch can not use his element if it is wet, or raining, if it is raining the rain will turn it off, and if hotch is wet he will simply have to wait to close completely to be able to use his element again

Reid cannot use his element if it is very hot, he also needs to be hydrated to be able to use it and have good control of it

hotch can get dehydrated quite quickly

Ghost Aaron Hotchner

a small writing that I was working on, after thinking about the idea of ​​hotch dying when foyet attacked him in his apartment, now he is a ghost trapped in the world of the living, Please note that my first language is not English and that this was largely translated with Google Translate

hope you like!

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Aaron felt great, there was no pain, it was as if all the abuse his body had suffered over the years had never happened in the first place.

- Aaron Hotchner ...

Aaron forced himself to open his eyes when he heard that gloomy voice, what he saw was not what he expected. A person dressed in a completely black suit was sitting cross-legged in the middle of what appeared to be a completely white room. A large book resting on his legs. Hotch dared to say that even Reid would take hours to read that book in its entirety.

"You know, you weren't supposed to get there until you were eighty-seven, apparently you were a little ahead of time."

- Who are you? - Aaron asked, as he approached the suit figure.

- Who do you think I am? - Asked the figure, dodging Aaron's question.

Aaron, he analyzed the room and the figure for a moment, Foyet had attacked him in his apartment, he remembered fainting from the pain. A thought, that in another situation he would have discarded, crossed his mind, could it be possible ...?

- I'm dead, no

- Bingo! I already said that you were too smart, not to realize it - said the figure as he put the book aside and got up - I don't think introductions are necessary, we both know who the other is.

-Foyet killed me - Aaron said, it wasn't a question, he remembered what had happened in his apartment, he could probably never forget it. Even so, he didn't feel bad about it, it was as if he hadn't happened to him, as if someone else had told him what happened.

- To be exact I stab you nine times and then I take you to a hospital, but they couldn't stabilize you, you died in the operating room - I specify death. Aaron knew that this information should be shocking, but he did not care he felt as if he had not understood the seriousness of the situation, but Aaron if he had understood, he was simply indifferent? He did not know how to describe it, it was nothing like how he had felt in life.

- So is this really death?

- Did you expect something else? - Death asked sarcastically.

- Well ... Not exactly, I never asked myself what was after death, but I guess I just hoped there was nothing, as if you fell asleep and did not dream.

- For many people it is like that, but you are special Aaron Hotchner, nobody had ever anticipated his own death, you are the first person to do that, and unfortunately time would kill me if I don't do something about it.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- Enjoy your extra time on earth, Aaron Hotchner - Aaron, it felt like someone was pushing him forward hard

The next thing Aaron knew, he was in the middle of a hospital corridor, he heard the familiar sound of heels, he turned to look in the direction of the sound, he smiled when he saw how Garcia was heading towards him.

"Garcia ..." Hotch called, approaching her. Aaron didn't usually initiate physical contact, but Penelope had always been the exception to that rule. Finally when she was almost in front of Garcia, she is she hastened her pace and went through him.

Wide-eyed with the shock of what had happened. Aaron turned around, Garcia hadn't even noticed what had just happened.

- I'm looking for Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, he was admitted here about six hours ago - Garcia said hurriedly, the secretary looked at her for a few seconds before starting to type quickly on her computer, she looked at the screen of this for a few seconds before letting out a sigh .

-I'm sorry, but Agent Hotchner passed away in the operating room, miss - Aaron, felt his heart break, seeing how the always cheerful Garcia, burst into a sea of ​​tears.

- Garcia! Hey! I'm still here, I haven't gone anywhere - Aaron called him, he tried to hug Garcia again but again the only thing he got was to pierce the woman

God, what kind of trouble had he gotten himself into now?

Do you know how weird it is to enter Tumblr and have a message in Spanish? normally I have to translate what I write with the google translator

OH MI FOLLADO DIOS ! NO LO DEJES ASI!!! JAJAJA ES UN CRIMEN! LA SIGUIENTE PARTE SERÁ DE BÁRBARA ENCONTRÁNDOSE CON STRICKLER???COMO REACCIONARA JIM LA SABER QUE SU MADRE SABIA SOBRE LOS TROLLS HACE UN TIMEPO

Aaah, I'm so sorry anon, I was a complete failure in Spanish class back in school! Señor Uhl would have my head! Google Translate tells me you're excited for Barbara to meet Strickler and for Jim to find out she knew all along? YOU AND ME BOTH!

I posted this edit on tiktok but it didn't get much support so I thought I'd post it on tumblr

there is also a version of doc ock that has not had much support on tik tok either

this is the name of my tik tok account in case anyone is interested: superior_iron.man

idea for an AU that I just had and which I probably won't delve into but here it is, green goblin is a thief recognized worldwide for stealing the most expensive works of art in the world just to demonstrate the poor security of the places that protect them, the Dr.Otto Octavius ​​and his partner agent Peter Parker try to catch him after he stole the Mona Lisa