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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

How Do I Live? By Trisha Yearwood Found here

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Warnings: the beginning is dark but happy ending! Mentions of the BAU working a case where there is torture, beating, bruising, dehydration, food, reader is being held captive. Mention of hospitals and medication, anxiety, PTSD and a slight panic attack, mentions of self conscious reader//tread lightly here folks! Smut—but not for a while, slow burn. Oral(f&m receiving) fingering, penetration, unprotected sex—if I missed anything, let me know

Side note: I use this emoji ✨✨✨ when I switch point of view!

Another side note: dreams and flashbacks are italicized

The darkness spread out around you like a blanket, nothing was visible at all, no matter how hard you tried to get your eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Time had slowed or stopped completely, you weren't sure which. You thought surely you were dead, in purgatory awaiting your afterlife, but your heart was still beating, in fact, it hadn't stopped drumming in your chest since you were thrown into whatever kept you captive—you weren't sure.

The hunger had turned into pain long ago, and no matter how hard you tried to break free of your bindings, you couldn't. You hadn't meant to get separated from Hotch, it just kind of happened. One second you were right behind him and the next you'd been knocked out cold. When you came to, you found yourself trapped in what felt like a room—there was a wooden floor from what you could feel. Maybe a barn.

Your mouth was bound and gagged, dry and parched as you struggled and cried for help. You saw a small window just above you, maybe a foot wide, and it was so dark outside that there were no stars, no moon. You were in Ray Donald's secondary location, no doubt, and you knew that thanks to the profile. It did you no good now, but your team had it, and they'd use it to their advantage until you were found.

You dozed off and when you woke again, the light was shining through your small window of hope. Things had been quiet wherever you were, you assumed Ray had left you to die until a hatch opened from above, and he came down, all 6 feet of his burly self, raggedy beard and beady eyes.

"It's time for your punishment."

You barely had time to register the pain as he kicked you at full force, knocking all of the wind from you. Another blow landed to your legs, and then his fist connected with your jaw, making your eyes water until your vision went blurry. When he was finished with you, he simply climbed out of the hatch and left you alone to writhe in pain on the floor.

You prayed they found you soon, and feared what would happen if they didn't.

The day quickly turned into frigid night, but it was eerily silent. You were grateful— you'd heard his truck start up and leave hours ago, so you hoped he was gone. You knew your body well enough to know nothing was broken—you were just in some of the most intense pain you'd ever felt, in and out of consciousness.

He came back and delivered another series of kicks and punches before sundown, your body battered and bruised—you were strong though. He'd have a hard time breaking you, if that was what he was trying to do.

I can take it. If it'll get me back to my team, I can take it.

All you could think about was things you should've said before, things you'd regret not saying if you never saw your team again. You wanted Penelope and Spencer to know they were your best friends, no matter what. Morgan was the best big brother, despite there being no relation, he treated you as you were with no questions asked. Rossi was like the father you never had, always taking his time to give you pep talks when you were feeling down. JJ was your confidant, the person you could always go to no matter what.

And then there was Hotch.

You had liked him since you very first day, and he knew it. He kept his distance at first, but once he let you in, the two of you were like best pals. He always made sure if you needed something, it was yours, and you always helped lighten his load as much as possible at work, with reports and working as hard as you could to prove yourself, still being new. Hotch always said you belonged on the team, that there was nothing for you to prove, but you pushed yourself anyway, wanting to make sure they knew you could be trusted.

Hotch trusted you anyway—he'd often pair you up with him for everything, and you quickly came to the realization that you were his partner and he had enough faith in you to have his back everywhere, and that was special to you. It was the man you cared about most putting his life in your hands, and you'd always protect him, which is partly why you were trapped. You'd been so busy making sure Aaron was okay ahead of you that you didn't register the commotion behind you.

Your eyes darted to the window, and you thought you were in for another beating when you saw lights, frantically darting in every direction. You stayed stark still, hoping it would make you invisible to his turmoil. It wasn't until you recognized the voice that invaded your thoughts so many nights before that you realized they'd found you, and they were here to help.

"Y/n? Everyone spread out, search top to bottom," you made as much noise as you could, flailing around until your feet found something—what felt like a table leg, and you began to kick furiously, knocking it against the cellar wall.

"Everyone quiet!" Hotch boomed, and from the sound of his voice, he was right above you. You didn't stop kicking, and things began to clatter to the floor one by one. As if it were a miracle, the hatch in the floor opened up and you saw a bright light shining down into the hole in the ground.

"Y/n? God, please, let her be okay," you kept kicking until he'd made it down the ladder and saw you lying on the ground. He worked to free your mouth of the gag and the rope around your wrists, and as soon as you were free, you were wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugged you back but you winced at the contact, forgetting your body was in a delicate state.

"Tell me where he hurt you," Hotch was examining your arms and what he could see of the rest of you. You could feel the dried blood on your face and you wondered what the rest of you must look like if you felt so badly.

"I'm okay. Just a little banged up," you told him, to which he shook his head, adjusting his light so he could see more of you.

"You don't have to be okay right now. Just tell me where it hurts," you could barely make out the mist in his eye as he pleaded with you for the truth, and with a gut wrenching sob you were telling him that the pain was everywhere—it wouldn't go away. You were beginning to feel trapped in what was your prison, trying to stand up. Hotch helped you to your feet but you looked at the ladder with intimidation because you weren't sure how you'd climb it in your current state.

"I'll go up first, you can hold onto my arms and I'll help pull you up," he climbed up the ladder and left you to panic in the dark. It took a minute for him to make it all the way up, but he'd disappeared from you while you waited at the bottom.

"Hotch? Please don't leave me down here in the dark," you began to climb with all the strength you could muster until you saw his hands reaching for you in the dark.

"I've got you," he whispered as you made it through the hatch, his arms wrapping around you and lifting the rest of the way. You sat up long enough to collapse onto your back, and you could finally see the stars twinkling around, dotted against the darkest sky you'd ever seen.

"Stay awake, mama. The ambulance is almost here," Derek told you; you could hear the whirring sirens in the distance but all you could focus on was Hotch, his soothing voice telling you that everything would be okay, that you were safe, even if you felt like you weren't.

"I'm so tired," you heard yourself tell him; watching with blurry vision as he shook his head.

"Come on, let me see those pretty eyes of yours. Stay awake just a little bit longer," Hotch urged, giving you the motivation you needed to hold out your hand for him so he could help you upright.

"I'm dizzy," the ground and everyone on it was spinning, making you nauseous as you closed your eyes and waited for it to pass. Hotch's hand was on your back, reassuring you that everything was going to be okay now that you'd been found.

"I was afraid—God, I was terrified I might not see you again," you could hear his voice laced thick with emotion, the fear that he might've found you in different circumstances. Your head was dangling between your legs as you peered your at him through tear coated lashes, trying to make him feel a little better.

"You won't get rid of me that easily," you choked, a sob caught in your throat. You were relieved, starving. But mostly you were glad to see Hotch looking back at you, even if he was sadder than you'd ever seen him before.

"I'm so sorry I didn't hear him. I was so sure you were right behind me," he started, but you shook your head and reached for his free hand. He let you take it, his hand swallowed yours up for the first time and you could see how rapidly his chest began to move.

"Don't. This isn't your fault, Hotch. It could've happened to either of us. I'm fine," the words felt like bile in your throat as you lied to him, but he knew better. You were far from being okay—your skin was crawling, your stomach was rumbling but so queasy that you felt like you may never eat again. Ray had told you things about yourself that he shouldn't have known—cut you down in ways you'd never utter to anyone. You knew you'd have to explain in detail what happened to you more than once, but there were parts you'd already vowed to omit to save yourself the heartache.

Hotch had the profile. He knew Ray got into people's heads; he used your insecurities against you, and he knew them all somehow, in just a matter of hours.

"We caught him shortly after he left this morning. He gave us the secondary location—he dared us to try to find you. He didn't think we would. I know—I know what he did," you used all the force you had to stand up so you could stumble away from him for a second, your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Ray had already told him, and now you'd have to find a way to look Hotch and the rest of your team in the eye everyday because of it.

"Hey, shhh. It's okay, you're okay," he pulled you upright into a hug and after a minute he led you to an ambulance. He disappeared for a second but he promised he'd be right back, so you let the EMT look you over, her eyes full of sorrow as she did so.

"You're body is over half bruised—there could be internal bleeding. You need a hospital, and fluids. You're dehydrated," she explained softly, her hand covering yours for just a second in a comforting gesture as she helped you to lean back.

"Don't you worry, honey. You're going to be just fine. You're one tough little lady, that's for sure," she hooked you up to monitor you and gave you something for the pain, something that had your eyes drooping in seconds, and then the panic set in because they were closing the doors and Hotch was nowhere to be seen.

"No, we can't leave yet. Hotch!" You felt like you were screaming but the words barely came out; the EMT leaned closer so she could hear you, but you heard the door shut instead, and you succumbed to slumber soon after.

✨✨✨

I followed the ambulance as closely as possible until it took a special entrance I didn't have clearance for. I found my way to the parking garage instead, the rest of my team headed home for the night since we'd gotten a break in the case and had apprehended the unsub. I planned to stay as long as the hospital would allow me to, and if they made me leave, I'd just come back in the morning.

Seeing her body laid out on a stretcher was something I never could've prepared myself for. I gave them a few minutes to get her through triage and into a room, but a doctor was quick to come and find me, asking for me by name.

"Are you Aaron Hotchner?" I stood and nodded, and he instructed me to follow him down the hall.

"She's been asking for you since she was in the ambulance. She's had enough morphine to knock out a horse—I don't know how she's still awake, but I'd say it has something to do with what she's been through."

We stopped just outside of her door and I could see her through the curtains, propped up in her bed with a cup of water in front of her. Her hands shook as she lifted it to drink, in fact her whole body was buzzing with energy and I could feel it through the glass. Her nerves were completely shot, and she was on edge, and probably confused.

"How long can I stay? I know visiting hours are probably over," he shook his head and handed me her chart to look over while he talked.

"You can stay through the night, but only you. She'll be able to leave in the morning. There were no signs of sexual assault, but that's not to say she still isn't in rough shape mentally. I know she's FBI, but she's been through hell in the last 48 hours. She needs some time."

I'd be personally taking her out of the field for as long as I could, no questions asked. I knew she was tough, but she needed time to heal properly.

"Has she eaten?"

He shook his head, sighing heavily.

"She may not be hungry yet. She'll eat. She'll make a full recovery physically. It's her emotional state I'm worried about."

After he warned me to keep her calm and not to try to get her to talk until she was ready, he let me step into the room.

"Where'd you go?"

I took long strides until I was seated at her feet on the bed, my hands in my lap.

"I got separated from the ambulance but I followed you here. I'm sorry, I had to tell the team— I was right behind you the whole way."

She nodded, shivering lightly. I went to the cabinet and found another blanket for her, wrapping it around her shoulders as I moved a bit closer.

"I just got worried is all," she said softly, her hand on my knee as she looked up at me. I'd never seen her so vulnerable, so defeated. I knew she was trying to be brave for my sake, but I wanted her to tell me the truth about how she was feeling, and she never would.

"I'm here now, and I'm staying tonight. Your doctor said I can take you home in the morning."

She yawned, her eyes rimmed red with exhaustion, bloodshot from the medicine. I had no clue how she was still awake and functioning.

"Promise you'll stay?" She scooted over and patted the empty space in her bed for me to fit into, lifting her head so I could put my arm around her. She cozied into my shoulder, a shaky sigh escaping her mouth before she reached for my free hand and took it, lacing her fingers through mine.

"I promise I'm not going anywhere. Get some sleep, Y/n. I won't let anything happen to you."

I knew she was probably still scared, even with Ray behind bars. She'd be paranoid, lost in her head at some point for the rest of her life—being watched and studied so it could be used against you was something that was hard to recover from. I knew from personal experience.

"Thank you, Hotch. I'm glad you're here."

She was asleep on my arm in no time, finally giving in and letting sleep take over. She'd fought it for so long that once she finally got comfortable, she slept like a rock, barely moving all night. I tried to doze off but I couldn't—not with her so close after days of her absence. I could only look at her face, her tiny hand in mine and wonder how anyone could hurt something so precious—so perfect. I felt myself leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead before I could stop myself, and I swore a smile graced her lips for a second, even while she slept.

The weight of her disappearance had been heavy on my team, but especially me. She was my partner, but she was also so much more than that, and I'd never gotten around to telling her. I'd never met anyone as headstrong and determined to make a difference as her. She was ambitious and almost unnaturally gorgeous—I knew she didn't think so, but to me, there was no one quite like her. She'd joined us at 25 and a year and a half later, I'd grown so attached to her that I couldn't see straight if she wasn't around.

She didn't stir until morning when they brought her breakfast. She hadn't moved all night until the nurse came into the room, and her eyes were wide open and she was sitting up on high alert.

"Just me! How're you feeling today? Good enough to eat something I hope," she nodded politely and stayed quiet, her grip on my hand tightening at the sight of a stranger. I could feel her shaking against me, so I sat up and made sure I didn't let go of her hand.

"You're okay," I assured her, and she offered me a small smile in return as she picked at her food. The nurse checked her blood pressure, which was still a bit on the high side, so she gave her some medicine to calm her down some, just in case.

"We'll send you home with some of these in case you start feeling anxious or you can feel your BP rising. Usually it's accompanied by feeling flushed, lightheaded, rapid heartbeat. You know your body best, so you may not even need them once you get home," she explained. She managed to eat half a piece of toast and drink her coffee, but she still seemed terrified—I knew she would for a while.

As soon as the nurse left, she was in tears, unable to speak she was crying so hard. I tried my best to calm her down so the nurse didn't come back in. I wrapped my arms around her and allowed her to let it all out, as long as she needed. I rubbed her back, kept her close as long as she'd let me. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I wanted her to know I was there for her regardless.

"Just a little bit longer and we'll get you out of here," I whispered against her hair, hoping maybe her spirits would lift some when we were no longer in the hospital. She sniffled and nodded, gripping my shirt fiercely as she tried to calm down.

"I'm just—I don't know these people, Hotch. What if they want to hurt me too? What if it never ends?"

I felt helpless as she cried on my chest; I stayed quiet and brushed her hair back, kissing her forehead once more before I could will my body not to; she froze for a second before burying herself deeper into me, her face pressed against my chest. She had to be careful of her IV or else she would've been in my lap, she was halfway there already.

"I—I was thinking maybe you could come to my house for a little while, so you aren't all by yourself." She pulled back long enough to look up at me. She let me brush away a stray tear before she nodded, not quite ready to let me go yet.

"Please don't leave me alone," she begged, and I swore to her that I wouldn't, never again.

I sent the team a mass text to let them know she was okay, and then I got ahold of JJ and Dave separately to let them know I'd be preoccupied for the next couple of days, and unless it was absolutely necessary, I wouldn't be leaving her. Dave assured me to take all the time I needed, and so did JJ, who'd been worried nonstop since she went missing.

By the time her doctor gave her the go ahead to leave, she was anxious but happy to be going. I'd brought her go bag with me so she had a fresh change of clothes, so I stepped in the hall long enough for her to get dressed and we were on our way to her apartment to grab some of her stuff. I'd never been inside, but the bright, spacious loft apartment reminded me of something out of a movie. The entire space was open, stairs in the middle of the floor to lead to her loft bedroom. She stood at the bottom of the steps and looked back at me, defeated.

"It doesn't even feel like home here anymore," she said sadly before she retreated upstairs to grab her things. I looked around, plaques and diplomas lined the walls—photos of the team, the two of us always side by side in every candid. She was the star of every photo to me, always smiling the brightest or laughing the loudest. I feared it would be a long time before I saw either of those things again, and it made me wish I would've cherished her more then, so she didn't hurt as badly now. If I'd only told her how significant she was, maybe her low would be less detrimental for her.

She returned shortly after with everything she needed; she didn't even put up a fuss when I grabbed her bag to carry for her. She locked the door and didn't look back a single time.

"Do you feel up for some real food?"

She bit her lip, nodding, but she was hesitant, glancing in her visor mirror.

"As long as I don't have to go in anywhere. I don't want anyone seeing me like this."

I could only see her arms, but they were covered in deep purple handprints, and I could make out the clear imprint of a boot on her forearm. Her face was free of any bruises, she just had a small cut on her cheek. I could only imagine what the rest of her body looked like—over 50% of her body had been bruised. It was a miracle that she could walk, given the beating she'd taken. If I knew anything at all about her, she probably enraged him, challenged his manliness and it made her a target of his fury—but she took every bit of it, and I knew she didn't show him any fear. She wouldn't— she was too bold, too brave. I knew she probably took every bit of it and tried to ask for more, just to piss him off.

"I'll do anything you need me to do, okay? Starting with getting you some real food, and a cup of coffee. I was thinking Starbucks," her eyebrows shot I'll curiously before she looked at me, a smirk teasing her lips.

"You hate Starbucks."

I shrugged, because it wasn't about me. It was about making her as happy as I possibly could.

"But you love it, and that's all that matters."

We got food and coffee and her mood lifted slightly; she even became a bit talkative on the way back to my place. I let her carry the food inside while I took care of her bag, since it was heavier. She let me lead her to the table and we ate mostly in silence—she hadn't realized how hungry she was until she actually sat down to eat.

I already had her next order of business lined up; I let her finish eating while I filled the tub in my room. I sat her bag in the bathroom and when I joined her again, I reached for her hand. She followed me all the way down the hall, until we'd made it to the bathroom.

"You're freezing. Let's get you warmed up some," I had a robe from some hotel we'd stayed in before that I left for her, so she had everything she needed to try to relax a little.

"Thank you, Hotch. I really appreciate you," she gave me a hug, her arms secured around my middle. She was so much smaller than me, it made her look fragile, breakable. She was delicate in all of the most attractive ways.

"You don't have to thank me. I—you should call me Aaron," I said finally, delivering one last kiss to the top of her head before I left her alone. Once I had the door shut, my mind was reeling—surely she knew I felt something more for her; she wasn't just a member of my team. She was someone I could see myself with, my partner full time and not just in the field. I let her soak off her worries, but I wasn't far away, just in case she needed me. I was in the living room, making the couch cozier, piling it with pillows and blankets so we could spend the rest of the day in front of the tv, doing nothing. She deserved a break, a few weeks to recover.

I knew she probably wouldn't feel like doing much, so I found some movies she might like and went ahead and put one in, so we could watch it together. I didn't want to pressure her to do anything, but a lazy day sounded exactly like what we both needed after the events of the last few days.

She looked brand new when she came out of the bedroom in her pink pajama bottoms and her t-shirt. She'd braided her hair back and she looked excited to join me on the couch. She took a seat in the middle and let me cover the two of us up, our combined heat under the blanket enough to have her sighing contentedly.

"I feel so much better. I'm still a little sore, but not as bad as before."

Her wrists were still red and irritated from the rope that kept her bound, but some of her bruises were already beginning to fade into greens and yellows—in a few days, they'd be gone completely, and hopefully she'd feel a little better about herself. I knew she was struggling with her image by the way she avoided the mirrors in my home, and how she got anxious if anyone looked at her too long. He'd shattered her self esteem while he had her trapped, and I saw it as my duty to fix it, or at least help her out as much as I could.

"You smell so good, like coconuts and the beach," she giggled lightly, her eyes crinkling up, and my heart melted at the sound. She had the best laugh; it was contagious, and I loved hearing it.

"That makes sense, I think it's called 'Tropical Sunset' or something like that. I've used it for years," I knew the smell better than my own cologne, I could pick her out of a crowd just by the smell of her hair alone.

"I've always liked it," I wondered if she knew I'd paid attention to the little things like that, the way she smelled, what kind of chapstick she preferred. I knew as much about her as I could given that I'd never had the opportunity to actually ask her, but I'd noticed plenty just from being around her everyday.

"I like your cologne too. If I had to guess, I'd bet it's Tom Ford."

I felt my eyes go wide before a let out a chuckle of my own at how well she knew me too.

"You'd be right."

I pressed play on the movie and we settled in, skipping the previews to get straight to the good stuff. After a few minutes, I silently slid my arm around her shoulder, and she leaned in closer, resting her head against me. It felt normal, cuddling with her in my home, somewhere she'd never been but she belonged more than anyone else who'd ever been inside.

"You picked a good movie. This is one of my favorites," she told me, her eyes glued to the tv. I tried not to let my gaze linger on her, but I couldn't help it. She looked so sweet on my arm, her legs tucked in at my side.

"Are you comfortable?" I hoped she was—I didn't want her to move. I was having such a great time getting to be close to her that I hoped JJ didn't call with a case for a week—maybe longer.

"Very. You're so warm," another giggle as she moved a tiny bit closer. I took the liberty of grabbing her legs as carefully as possible as putting them over my lap so she could spread out, watching the relief spread over her face as she melted into me.

"You can sleep if you want, I'll be here when you get up." She shook her head, but her eyes told a different story, she could barely keep them open.

"I'm not tired," she fibbed, her eyelids already beginning to flutter shut as she found her calm laying in my lap. Her free hand reached up, playing with the hair at the back of my neck as she tried and failed to watch the movie.

"You're safe here, you know. I won't leave your side again, not if I can help it," I promised her, and her eyes met mine briefly before she readjusted to lay against one of the pillows. She was stretched out over my lap, her legs on top of mine.

"You swear?" Her sleepy voice was adorable, sweet and inviting as she yawned wide.

I took her hand, trapping it in my own as she drifted off to sleep.

"I swear."

✨✨✨

"Something's not right," she was going over the victimology of the last 6 kills individually, just to see if there was anything we missed.

"What do you mean?" If there was a missing link, she'd find it. She always did. She had a knack for picking up on things we may have missed, which is why Morgan had given her the nickname 'Fresh Eyes'—she was perceptive in a way none of us could really explain, but we were grateful to have her on our side.

"If you saw these 6 victims lined up, what would stick out to you?"

She had a point, and she was trying to get us to see it, all of the victims lined up on a white board.

"They're all dark headed," Spencer pointed out, but she shook her head, ready to explain what we'd been missing.

"Out of all 6 victims, 5 were women with successful careers and no husband. Why change his victimology with Ray Donald? Unemployed, deceased spouse, not to mention he's male and the only survivor? It wasn't a crime of opportunity—Ray lives in the middle of the woods. So why him, after targeting one very specific kind of woman?"

The room went quiet as we all thought about our first interaction with Ray—he'd been jumpy, and Y/n thought he was hiding something from the beginning.

"Y/l/n and I will head to Ray's to question him a second time, see if there are any holes in his story. Morgan, have Garcia find everything she can on him while we're gone. Reid, someone like Ray would need a secondary location to be able to torture in private. Start working on a geographical profile that might tell us where that would be," we were on our way within minutes, Ray's house was only a ten minute drive.

"We should've realized it as soon as we talked to him. His story didn't add up," I was already beating myself up over missing the signs; they'd been right in front of me.

"We were focused on the age grouping of the victims, Hotch. We all missed it," she shot back, trying to help me feel a little better about the situation. She'd caught it though—the newest and youngest member of the team, always shining bright.

"I'll take the back, you cover the front," I told her, watching her sneak up to the front door as I crept around back. His dilapidated house could barely pass for a home—the roof was caving in on one side, and a few windows were broken out. I cleared the back and came back up towards the front, but Y/n was nowhere to be seen—in fact the house was silent, not even her creeping footsteps to tell me where she was.

"It's clear, sound off, Y/n," I called, only to be met with eerie quiet. I ran back outside, searching the perimeter once more, coming up empty. My phone was out immediately.

"Garcia, can you track Y/l/n's phone? I've lost her," I continued to to search the house and the surrounding property until the rest of my team could make it to the scene, and then we all searched for her with no luck. Her phone had been turned off, it's last known signal not too far from the house, but it did us no good unless her phone was on.

"We'll find her, Hotch. We'll work the profile and she'll be okay," Spencer reassured me, but I shook him off and told him to keep looking.

We searched the entire expanse of the property with no sign of her, heading back to the local PD to regroup so we could figure out where he was taking his victims. We followed three dead end leads with no hope until Ray was spotted outside of a local grocery store the day after, and we were able to bring him in for questioning. I feared the worst as he sat in the interrogation room, his hands clasped together on the table. He seemed calm, annoyed to be there, but the profile had told us his confidence would falter when confronted with a man just as intimidating.

"I'm going to save us both a lot of trouble. You tell me where my agent is, and we'll cut a deal, but unless I know she's alive, you can have fun in state prison."

He leaned forward, cracking his knuckles and popping his neck loudly before he spoke.

"Oh, she's alive. I can guarantee she wishes she wasn't, though. She's a fun one—feisty. I'm glad I chose her instead of you," he chided, trying to get under my skin.

"You enjoy hurting women that remind you of your mother, Ray. She looks nothing like her—why would you take her?"

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair to size me up.

"What do you know about her? I know she's your subordinate, and you've read her file, but do you really know what she's been through?"

I knew enough that I didn't ask any questions when she didn't feel comfortable interviewing certain men, and I knew that with the exception of our team, most men made her jumpy and intimidated.

"Why would you think you know more than I do?"

He grinned wide, his gnarly teeth curling into a menacing smile.

"Oh, I watched her just as long as the others, Agent Hotchner. I needed to know she'd been hurt too—all of the women I punished had been hurt by someone that should've loved them."

She never spoke about her family and I feared I might soon learn why.

"Where is she, Ray? All I need is a location," I wasn't getting anywhere with him, he was giving me information I didn't want, trying to hurt me with her.

"Oh, I'm going to tell you, don't worry. Tell me, how long have you known her? Long enough to know her confidence is a facade? The poor girl can hardly look in the mirror she despises herself so much, but I'll bet she comes to work with a smile painted on everyday, doesn't she?"

I unclenched my fists and tried to tune him out until he gave me something useful, but he was only interested in toying with my emotions—he knew she was my soft spot. He could see straight through me when it came to her.

"I had to gag her because she wouldn't quit mouthing off. She's sassy, that one. I'm surprised she follows your orders—she doesn't listen well."

"We're done here, Ray. Have fun in state prison."

"Wait!"

I turned around halfway to the door, hoping he'd at least give me a clue to where she was.

"There's a farm on Farley Road, at least 100 acres. You better find her before the rats do."

"We've already deployed SWAT to Farley Farm—the car is ready," JJ told me as I flew out of the interrogation room and headed for the SUV. I turned my lights on and raced in her direction, Morgan in the passengers seat telling me we'd find her and she'd be okay, and not to worry. I had to take Ray on his word that she was still alive, but he had no reason to lie.

"God, I can't even imagine what she's probably—"

"Morgan. That's enough."

The sun was beginning to set as we pulled into the farm. SWAT had already cleared the house, so we set to work on the grounds, spreading out near the house first. I'd just taken off south when I stepped on something hard covered by hay—after kicking up the hay I realized it was a hole in the ground, literally. There was a wide latch door and a ladder going down, and I could hear movement as I got closer to the bottom.

I nearly lost it when I saw her. She looked like she'd put up a hell of a fight, and thankfully she'd came out on top. I didn't want to think about what would've happened if I hadn't found her.

"You're okay. I've got you now."

✨✨✨

When I woke up, she was still at my side, sleeping peacefully. We'd both managed to get a nap in—it was nearly dusk outside, the sky blue and purple against the horizon. I watched her sleep peacefully against me; she didn't stir for another couple of minutes, stretching and wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Slept so good," she purred, and it made me not want to get up; she was comfortable on me, and I loved every second of it.

"Me too. You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want," I hoped I wasn't being too forward, but she gave me a sleepy smile before nodding her head.

"As long as you'll share it with me," she decided, and I couldn't say no to her—I didn't want to.

"We can find something for dinner and go watch something in my bed."

She followed me to the kitchen, on my heels as we decided on frozen pizza and breadsticks. I put the pizza in the oven and took her to get situated in my bed.

"You can pick whichever side you want," I told her, and she instinctively crawled to the inside, leaning against the headboard while I handed her the remote. I finished up dinner and put everything on a plate for us, making sure to grab the two of us a bottle of water. She'd already picked a movie, and was watching happily from her side of the bed.

"Smells so good," she marveled, and I'm sure after days without food that her mouth was watering at the sight of it. She took a breadstick, and I was immediately relieved that she wasn't struggling to eat. I worried it was more than the hospital food keeping her from having a meal.

"What are we watching?" I sat down beside her and we started to eat dinner like her in my bed was a regular occurrence.

"Something with aliens," I was immediately interested, and so was she. We had talked plenty enough to know we had things in common; she preferred to stay in, and so did I. We were always the first ones to leave any social gathering, usually sneaking off at about the same time. We'd never leave right away if it was perfectly timed; we'd stand at her car and talk until we were both ready to head home for the night.

The movie took a spooky turn, so after we finished dinner, I turned out the lights. I leaned back and she was next to me in an instant, curling in at my side as the movie played. Her fingertips were on my palm, tracing patterns into my skin as she watched with wide eyes. What we didn't realize was, the main character was being kidnapped, and when she realized what was going on, she put her face into my shoulder and I could feel her cheeks, hot and wet with tears.

"Aaron, I don't want to watch this anymore," she squealed, but I was already changing the channel. A cooking show took its place, and without missing a beat I pulled her into my lap, letting her straddle me with her head buried in the crook of my neck.

"I've got you, sweetheart. You're okay." I would've held her all night if she would've let me. I never would've let her go because I knew how badly she needed me. I feared for the day I'd have to return to the BAU and leave her alone—I'd already planned to let her stay at my place while I was gone if she didn't want to go home.

"I just want it to stop. I can't get it out of my head," she cried, and I squeezed her a little tighter, letting my lips press against her head.

"I know. I wish I could take it from you—I would do anything to be able to take this pain away from you. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve this, and it's not your fault. I know at some point, work will take me away from you, but I'm here for you through all of this, okay? You're not alone," she let out a shaky breath that she probably didn't even know she'd been holding as she wiped her eyes. She looked up at me, her lip slightly pouty in the most adorable way.

"I'm so glad I have you. I really mean that. I couldn't do this without you, Aaron."

She laid back against me until her breathing steadied and I found out she'd fallen asleep on my chest. I was not about to wake her up, so I carefully slid down until my back was against the mattress and I kept her pressed against me all night long.

✨✨✨

You woke the next morning on top of Aaron, much to your surprise. You'd forgotten about falling asleep on his chest, but you'd assumed he'd move you at some point if he got uncomfortable. He was sleeping in total serenity before you woke him up trying to move to his side. His eyes fluttered open and his grip on your thighs tightened as if to keep you in place.

"Please don't move, been sleeping so good with you on top of me," he cooed, making you lay back down, happy he was content.

"I just thought you'd be ready for me to move," you could hear his heart beating through his shirt, drumming against his chest as you ran your fingers along his sides, still covered by his t-shirt.

"Quite the opposite. I'd keep you like this if I could," you felt the butterflies invade your stomach at his words, because since you'd been at his house, you noticed more about the way he cared for you. He'd went out of his way to kiss your forehead more than once, which made your brain feel fuzzy every time. You hoped that once your body had healed, you could give a piece of yourself to him, if he wanted. You'd been patiently waiting for months—you could wait a while longer.

"I'm awfully cozy," you agreed, knowing there was no place you'd rather be than right on top of him. You felt his hands move to your back, placed gently at the small of it.

"I need to go to the grocery store today and I was hoping you could go with me."

You felt yourself make a face even though he couldn't see you, but he sensed your indecision.

"I look pretty bad, Aaron. My arms—"

"You can wear one of my sweatshirts."

You hesitantly agreed, climbing off of him so you could get dressed. He showed you to the spare bathroom so both of you could shower, and you felt a lot better after you'd finished. As promised, he'd left one of his quarter zips on the couch for you to put on when you were finished.

Your panic didn't set in until you were in the store, and even then you kept your cool, following close enough to Aaron that you were nearly inseparable. He understood your current predicament and offered you his hand while he held his basket with the other. You laced your fingers through his even though you could tell he wasn't used to being so openly affectionate, you appreciated him coming through for you regardless.

You felt a fraction better as you got back to the car, helping him load everything in before you climbed in the passengers seat. You were off to his house in no time, the ride mostly quiet. Once you reached his house and got everything carried in, he found you both a snack, leading you to the couch.

"How much more uninterrupted time with you am I going to be lucky enough to get?" You knew he'd go back to work soon and things would return to normal for everyone but you—you'd be out of work and all alone.

"I'm not going back until Monday." It gave you almost an entire week with him, and you wondered how you got so lucky.

"Mhm. And how long until you'll let me come back to work?"

He thought for a moment before looking you over, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. It was sexier than it should've been, making you come a little closer to him.

"I'd like to see you out of the field for at least a month."

You nodded back at him, knowing it would do no good to argue with him. He could've made it longer—you could manage a month of loneliness. You dreaded the day you'd have to return to your apartment and face it's confining walls alone, more importantly, without Aaron. You didn't know how you'd make it another day without him, honestly. He was your rock, your solitude, and he didn't even realize he was the only thing keeping you from crumbling at any given moment.

"You're okay with that? If you need any more time, we can make that happen too," he wasn't sure how you were feeling, but he made sure you knew he'd accommodate you however he needed to.

"That's fine. It'll probably be good for me."

He opened his arms, so you climbed into his lap, your back against the couch arm's cushion. You were tucked into the corner of the couch, but he seemed satisfied with your current position, letting your legs drape over him, his arm around you.

"I was thinking if you don't want to go home next week, maybe you can stay here. That way when I come back from a case, you're already waiting on me. Would that be okay? I know you don't want to go home, and I don't blame you. So if you feel safe here, we'll get you a key tomorrow."

You were stunned to say the least at his offer, not even sure what to say.

"You're sure?"

He nodded, lacing his fingers through yours before he spoke again.

"You're my best friend. You should've had a key to my house a long time ago. You're always at home here."

You hugged him, your arms around his neck and your cheek smushed against his. You practically predicted his lips on your cheek, inhaling sharply when he didn't stop, he kissed the corner of your mouth next before his deep, dark eyes were peering back into yours, waiting on the green light. You didn't answer, instead your lips met his, tender and loving as he finally gave in and kissed you like he'd never kissed anyone before. You were in awe at how his lips felt against your own, like he'd been made just for you. You felt the smile on his face as he pulled back to look at you, his hand cupping your cheek.

"I'd really like to kiss you all the time." You couldn't help but to smile back at him, because you'd been waiting so long to experience what it would be like to have him like this, and it was finally coming true.

"I'm yours whenever you'll have me," you promised him, his nose lightly brushing against yours before he kissed you again, his hand on the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. Now that you had him you didn't want to stop, but you didn't want the first time he saw you naked to be right now either. You needed to wait—for yourself, and your image.

He knew he could only kiss you for now, but he didn't mind—he wanted to kiss you all the time anyway.

"I'm going to make us dinner, come with me?" You nodded but he didn't let you go, he carried you to the kitchen and sat you on the counter so you could keep him company while he worked. The house began to fill with the tasty aroma of dinner as he buzzed around the kitchen. You enjoyed everything about it, watching him cook, tasting things he wanted you to try as he was cooking. You had no trouble adjusting to being around him, but he'd been right—he was your best friend too, and now he was something much more.

"I was thinking when you feel up to it, we could go out for dinner, on a date," he said from across the table, his legs brushing yours beneath the tablecloth.

"I've waited a long time to go on a date with you," you admitted, watching him beam back at you.

"I'll take you out any time you want. Maybe this weekend?"

You took a bite of pasta and nodded; this weekend sounded like the perfect time. You still had plenty of time to prepare yourself mentally, because you hadn't expected him to become a staple in your life in more ways than one so quickly.

"That sounds perfect."

✨✨✨

Unfortunately, Aaron was called back to the field a couple of days early, and it was a situation where his presence was absolutely needed. He woke you in the middle of the night to tell you he had no choice, that he had to go, so he kissed you and left, promising to be back in time for your date. The first morning you woke up without him, you felt the swift pang of loneliness as soon as you reached for his side of the bed. You rolled over and laid on his pillow instead, his scent left behind on it, wrapping you up just as he would. You quickly fell back asleep and didn't wake again until there was a knock at his door. You were petrified to answer it, because no one knew you were there except for Aaron, and you couldn't imagine him telling anyone else where you were.

You waited until the knocking had ceased before you got brave enough to peep through the windows and see who it was. A delivery van was pulling away from the curb, so you opened the door carefully and found a gorgeous vase of flowers sitting on the porch, your favorite color. You were even more terrified until you picked them up and read the card attached, your heart thumping in your chest for an entirely new reason.

I just wanted you to know even though I'm not there, you haven't left my mind. I'll be home soon.

Inside of the small envelope was a key, no doubt to his house. You knew it took a lot of work to pull something like this off, and something told you that Penelope Garcia was helping him from her office at Quantico while he was out of town. You knew he was in New York, so he wasn't too far away, but even then, you didn't know when he'd have the time to do something so sweet if he was focused entirely on his work.

Your first order of business was to go get your car—it was still at your apartment, and you didn't want to be stuck with no vehicle, so you locked his house up and tried to calm your nerves in the back of a taxi. The driver was polite enough, but you were in no mood to have a conversation with him. You tipped and thanked him before getting into your car, feeling a little bit better once you were behind the wheel.

You were going to spend the day out of the house, in hopes that it would be good for your mental health. The sun was shining, and the weather was only a little chilly; your light jacket was perfect to combat the cold. Your bruises were beginning to fade completely, the only one being stubborn was a boot print across your abdomen. It was beginning to disappear but it was haunting you for fear that it might stay forever.

Your plan was to shop until you felt a little bit better about everything that was going on. You hadn't expected to run into Penelope right after you'd gotten coffee inside of the Starbucks in the mall, but she was already hugging you, gently and carefully, unlike her usual bear hugs.

"God, you look radiant. A few days out of the field and you look like you could be on the runway," she beamed, and you felt yourself roll your eyes playfully as the two of you walked around, sipping coffee and catching up.

"Oh, please. I look like fresh hell, Pen. But I'm doing okay. Trying to come out of this funk," you'd been afraid of your own shadow, creeping around every corner in fear of what you might find. You spent the first night away from Aaron on the couch, your sidearm on the table while you tried to sleep. You were used to sleeping with it nearby—on really bad nights, it wasn't uncommon to be within arms reach, usually on your bedside table.

"You're allowed to be funky right now. You've been through so much. Listen, I don't want to pry, but the boss man had me send you flowers and a key to his house this morning," she wiggled her eyebrows for any details you might be willing to share with her, and so you decided to let it all out because you knew you could trust her, and she already suspected something.

"He's been great, really. I'm staying at his house. I think the key was so I'd drag myself off of the couch. I know he's worried. We uh—we kissed," you blushed, and she squealed in delight, a bright smile on her face.

"God, I LOVE! You two were made for each other. He was so sweet asking me to do it this morning, it was like, 6 am. He wanted you to wake up to flowers!" She gushed, and your stomach did a flip as you entered one of your favorite stores.

"He's taking me on a date this weekend," she stopped in her tracks, fanning her face with her hands.

"We have to find you something to wear! Oh my god, I'm so glad I ran into you!" Penelope spent the better half of her day helping you choose a dress and shoes, your Unit Chief the topic of conversation the entire day. You'd just stopped for lunch when her phone rang and she raised her eyebrows, showing you the caller ID.

"Hi sir, what can I do for you?"

She listened intently, a smile creeping onto her face.

"Actually I don't even have to do that, she's right here eating lunch."

You knew she'd fill you in on all the details when she got off the phone, so you sat and ate, knowing you were what he'd called about. It made your heart skip a beat that he was having Penelope to check on you, make sure you were okay without him.

"I'll tell her! Call if you need anything," she hung up the phone, her hands under her chin.

"Someone's got it bad for you."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as Penelope told you he was just checking in to see if she'd heard from you, and to make sure you had a nice time out of the house. They were hoping to have the case wrapped up by tonight and fly out first thing in the morning.

"He's going to take a couple days off. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you, but he asked me to file the request for him this morning."

You weren't surprised considering the time he'd wanted with you had gotten cut short. If he requested it, there was no way they'd pull him back, not unless they had to. He never took personal days, but that was all changing quickly.

"He's like a dream. I don't really know if I deserve him or not," you admitted, and Penelope shook her head, sipping her drink.

"Don't you dare think that. You're perfect for each other, and he cares so much about you. You should let him make you happy."

You wandered the mall a bit longer, but you left to go to the grocery store, picking up a few things for when Aaron was back in town. You hoped it would be tomorrow like planned, but you knew the way the BAU operated, and it could often be unpredictable.

When you were back in the comfort of his home, you showered and got dressed for the night, spreading out across the couch. Usually you would've been in his bed, but you weren't tired yet. In fact, every hair on your body stood straight up in anxiety. You hadn't figured out why yet, but you were trying to ignore it—until your palms got clammy and you felt like you might pass out. You felt your face and it was hot to the touch, so you took one of the pills that the hospital sent you home with and laid back, hoping it would help soon.

By the time you found yourself calm, your phone was ringing. It was the first time Aaron had actually called you since he left.

"How're you feeling?" He offered no greeting, he immediately expressed his concern which told you how badly he missed you.

"I'm a lot better now. Thank you for the flowers," you wondered if he heard the smile in your voice, because you certainly felt your heart swell simply at the mention of them.

"Anything for you. I'm actually heading home, we finished things up quicker than anticipated. I'm hoping you'll still be on my couch by the time I get there," he purred, his voice much more seductive than he'd intended it to be.

"I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," you'd been more than openly flirting with him since the two of you had started to get to know each other on a more serious level, and he loved every second of it; he was happy that you were just as interested in him.

"I'll grab dinner and you can find us something to watch," he acted like the two of you already lived together and it was just another Thursday coming home to you.

"It's a date," you chirped before you said your goodbyes and anticipated his return.

✨✨✨

I couldn't get home fast enough.

Pulling into the driveway knowing she was already there made me giddy, and now she had a key and could come and go as she pleased. I wouldn't have minded her spending every night in my bed, but I knew eventually she'd go back home and we'd have to start seeing each other when we had free time—but for now I had a week to spend with her, approved and finalized hours prior.

She met me at the door, wrapping me in a hug before I could even get the key in the door.

"Missed you," it was quiet but she'd said it, and I'd missed her more than she'd ever know; I hated having to leave her.

"I'm here now. I brought your favorite," I held up my bag for her to see and I filled her in on the case while we ate; I didn't give her many details and she understood why, listening intently anyway. She told me about her day out with Penelope and how she was trying to get to where she felt normal again. I didn't know how long it would take, but I'd stay by her side for any amount of time.

She was wearing a tank top with thin straps, most of her bruises faded significantly. Most of them had disappeared completely after the first couple of days, and I knew she was happy about that. I could tell by what she was wearing that she was starting to feel a little better about herself and I was thankful. I'd always be around to help boost her self esteem, but I wanted her to feel good in her own skin too.

"I'm excited to take you out, but I love nights like this with you," she didn't hide her smile as she sat down her to go box and looked at my lap, silently asking permission to climb into it. I moved anything that could be an obstacle out of her way and she was straddling me, her arms hooked around my neck.

"No one else I'd rather spend my nights with," she whispered, delivering a feather light kiss to my neck. I felt the goosebumps appear almost instantly, which only made her do it again. I shivered as her lips met my skin a second time, directly on the throbbing vein in my neck. My hands met the small of her back, her tank top ridden up slightly, exposing just enough skin to drive me mad.

"You want to know a secret?" She stopped long enough to look at me, nodding her head curiously.

"I've wished you were here everyday since I met you," I confessed, her eyes lingering on my lips as I spoke.

"That makes two of us. Surely you knew before now how I felt about you," I brought my hand to her face, and she leaned into my touch, a soft smile on her face.

"I had a pretty good idea, but I needed to be sure."

My lips met hers expectantly, the two of us so lost in each other that nothing else mattered except for her tongue in my mouth and my hands on her waist.

"Are you sure now?" She asked in a breathless whisper against my mouth, to which I nodded profusely; I didn't want to stop—I wanted to read her like a book, spread her open and take my time learning everything about her.

"Absolutely certain," I moaned into her mouth, her fingers dexterously working at the buttons of my shirt before she helped me shrug it off completely. Her fingertips slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and blazed hot against my skin, so I tossed my shirt aside. Her mouth peppered kisses across my chest and collarbone, leaving me writhing beneath her, wondering what her mouth would feel like everywhere else.

"So sexy," she said, her nails leaving streaks on my skin, marking me as hers—I was eager to belong to her, no one else even crossed my mind.

"You're perfect, everything about you," I loved all of her quirky traits and qualities, the little idiosyncrasies that made her special to me. I was convinced that no one would ever know me like she did, and I didn't want them to. She was the only person I'd considered letting in for a long time; I wouldn't want anyone else as long as she promised to stay.

She was swiftly working on my belt and the button to my pants, shoving them down to my ankles as she gave me the sweetest smile, toying with the waistband of my boxers. We were treading uncharted territory but I had already planned to give her every ounce of control—I wanted everything to be at her pace, so she didn't get uncomfortable.

"I want to touch you," her chin rested on my knee as she peered up at me, lips turned upwards the slightest, her cheeks pink. Her pupils were nearly blown out already and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was on her knees in front of me and I was too stunned to speak, I could only nod as she slid my boxers down and took my dick in her hands, stiff and throbbing for her. I hadn't realized how badly I wanted her until I came home to her and it was as if right here was where she always belonged. She was already more comfortable in my home than I'd ever allowed anyone to get, and I was ecstatic about it. I wanted her to feel safe, feel like as long as she was with me or at my home, nothing bad could happen to her.

Within seconds she'd plopped my dick in her mouth and I watched with wide eyes as she bobbed and gagged on me, saliva coating me and allowing me to slide easily into her mouth. My hips had a mind of their own as I guided my cock into the warmth of her throat, tears pricking her eyes as she nodded for more.

"Feels so good, been wanting this forever," I choked, her smile unmistakable even with my cock in her throat. It only made her take more of me, until she had nearly every inch of me stuffed in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the rest of my length. Her wrist worked in fluid motion with her mouth to send me spiraling—I felt myself finish deep in her throat with a groan, my hand rooted in her hair as she swallowed every last drop. She let my dick fall from her mouth, so I pulled up my boxers and pulled her into my lap before kissing her hard on the mouth.

"You make me so happy," I never wanted her to go—I hoped this would mean our time off would be spent together, and she'd be away from me as little as possible.

"That's all I ever wanted to do," she breathed, and I knew it was the truth. She'd always gone out of her way for me, and I tried to do the same for her. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of us that we always take care of each other, and now that was solidified by something stronger than being partners. We shared a special connection, one that I hadn't felt in such a long time that it was almost hard to catch myself once I knew I was falling. As soon as I knew she'd have me too, there was nothing to be worried about anymore. I knew without a shadow of a doubt where I stood with her, and it was more comforting than anything I'd ever felt.

"Hold on, I'm going to move you to the bed," I kicked out of my pants and carried her down the hall, laying her gently in the middle of the bed. She looked heavenly laid out in front of me, all I could do was scramble between her legs, admiring everything about her, from the way her pajamas fit on her hips to the curve of her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. It only took me a second to be hovering over top of her, my lips hungry against hers. As if she sensed my indecisiveness, she leaned up long enough to take off her tank top, letting me kiss her neck and chest, my hands reaching for her bra clasp. She helped me to get it unfastened before it hit the floor, my tongue swirling around her nipples. Her sweet little moans were like music to my ears as she wiggled against the mattress, desperate for my mouth in more than one place.

"Can I take these off?" I already had my fingers looped in the band of her pants, she just needed to tell me yes.

"Please," she pleaded, and in seconds I was dragging them down her hips, licking my lips at the sight of her nearly naked in my bed.

"You're exquisite. Thank you for trusting me like this. I won't make you regret it," truth be told, I'd do anything she asked for the rest of my life. I could easily picture my future with her, mapped out as clear as the moon in the sky.

"I know you won't," she was confident in her answer as I toyed with her through her panties, her brows pulling together instantly as soon as my fingers made contact with her clothed center. I'd been aching to touch her for so long that it almost felt surreal to finally be able to; I studied all of her curves, the swell of her breast, all the way to her legs. I drug her panties down her legs as slowly as I could manage, trying not to get ahead of myself when all I wanted to do was crash headfirst into her, give her everything I'd been holding back for the last year and a half.

✨✨✨

You were sure nothing on Earth could compare to the feeling of Aaron's lips wrapped around your clit like his life depended on giving you as many orgasms as you could handle. He was merciless; his tongue flicking your soaked bundle of nerves, your legs propped up on his shoulders so he could spread you open completely. You knew just by how he treated you that he'd be a selfless lover, and you'd been correct—he had no plans of stopping any time soon. His head rested on your upper thigh as he worked tirelessly to bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.

Now that you had him, you couldn't imagine sharing him ever again. You wanted to be the only one that experienced him at his most sensual; you had a hunch that he felt the same way, given that he'd completely surrendered to you, willing to do anything you asked him.

"Could never get tired of tasting you," he panted, his nose brushing your clit as he buried his face in your pussy, moaning into you without abandon. You weren't about to stop him, not when he looked more serene than ever, making your legs shake uncontrollably as your orgasm rattled through you. Your hands were rooted in his hair but only to ground yourself—he didn't need a guide, he knew exactly where you needed his mouth, his lips pressed gently to your clit, kissing it delicately.

"Feels so good," you managed to choke out, and he nodded in agreement, because he was enjoying it just as much as you were.

"Mhm. Feels like heaven every time you cum on my tongue," he'd long since abandoned his filter, filthier than you ever knew he could be. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever heard, his deep, nearly gravelly voice brought you more pleasure than you'd expected; you'd be soaked at the sound of him speaking alone.

You were hooked—simple as that.

No other man would ever be able to satisfy you the way that he was, and you knew it for a fact. No one else would take their time in learning your body like he did, experimenting until he discovered how you needed to be touched, and then doing everything in his power to make it incredible for you. It left your heart pounding and your brain reeling—you hoped he was here to stay, because you had no brakes now that you'd gotten started.

"You're perfect, Aaron," it was the only sentence you could form, and judging by the look on his face, he was happy to hear it. His lips curved into a stellar smile before he reattached his lips to your clit and sucked furiously, making your vision go blurry as your head hit the pillow.

"I was just thinking that exact same thing about you, sweetheart," he crawled up your body, leaving wet, sticky kisses as he traveled toward your mouth. His tongue felt divine against your flushed skin, goosebumps appearing shortly after. He met your mouth with haste, his tongue swirling around in your mouth deliciously as he used his knee to part your legs further.

"Please, Aaron," you could barely contain your excitement as he pressed into you at a snails pace, shivering as he sank further into you. You held your breath as he filled you, exhaling once he'd bottomed out completely and began to pump in and out of you, his hands on your body like you were the most precious piece of artwork he'd ever seen and he just needed to touch you or he might burst. You felt his desire for you over every inch of your body, radiating throughout the room as he looked into your eyes.

"I swear I'll never want anyone else. You just feel so good, baby," the term of endearment rolled so easily off of his tongue that you just knew he'd been dying to use it with you, it came too naturally to him. You captured his lips with yours, cupping his face as he made love to you for the first time. That was the only way you could describe it—it was tender and gentle and exactly what you needed from him, and he knew it.

"I'm all yours," you promised him, feeling the smile on his lips that appeared right after. You could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach as his hips met yours at an agonizingly slow pace—it was sensual and steady, making you lose control quicker than you could register, your body going limp beneath his.

"That's it, sweetheart. I've got you, let it all go."

You'd never had a first time quite like this one; you were comfortable despite the fact that he'd never seen you naked, but you knew he adored you. It gave you a strange sense of familiarity, easing all of your nerves before they ever had time to surface. He was the most patient, loving man you'd had the privilege of meeting, and you were thankful that you had him in your life.

You'd never seen so much passion exuded from one man, but you weren't surprised. You knew deep down, past his stoic, stern exterior that his soft spot was you; you gave him a reason to show his sweet, sensitive side, and you were the only one lucky enough to experience it.

"I can't wait to give you all of me," he muttered against your lips, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his lip pulled between his teeth. You pressed sweet kisses to his neck, wrapping your arms around his broad frame to keep him close to you. You drug your nails across his back, feeling the muscles of his shoulder blades clench up at your touch. He filled you seconds later, finishing deep inside of you as his mouth crashed against yours in desperation. He stayed still, his forehead pressed to yours as the two of you tried to catch your breath.

"I'm obsessed with you," he broke the silence, making you smile from ear to ear as he gazed down at you. Your nose brushed his lightly before he kissed you, his hand brushing your hair away from your face so he could see all of you.

"I really hope you keep me around," you shot him a wink, a chuckle falling from his parted lips.

"I hope you understand that I'll want you, forever. It's always been you. I'd never even think about giving anyone else the time of day."

As if to show you he was serious, you felt his cock throb inside of you; he'd never moved, still buried deep between your thighs. You let out a barely audible whimper that had him stiff and needy in an instant.

"I really like the idea of forever with you," you'd barely had time to get the words out and he was sitting up on his knees, carefully placing your legs on his shoulders. You were folded up beneath him, able to watch him slip in and out of you, his thick cock pulsing with each slow stroke into your soaked center. He kissed your calf, his hands massaging your thighs, the rough, callused pads of his fingers kneading your sensitive flesh. It was a blissful combination, his hands on your body as he made himself at home inside of you. He sped things up a bit, hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle to have your back arching off the mattress.

"Such a good girl," his fingers met your chin, tilting your face upward to look at him before he found your hand and laced his fingers through yours. His gaze was penetrating and intimate as he brought you close to the edge once more, your eye struggling to stay open as you moaned his name. He loved every sound you made, a string of profanity falling from his lips, his eyes trained on his cock slipping out of you. You could tell he was getting close, drilling into you rapidly, the slamming of his hips into yours bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout his empty house. He came with a shudder, his eyes nearly rolling back, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

"I hope you never get tired of me," you moved your legs so you could pull him forward, your lips on his. You could hear the insecurities in his voice although you were certain he was trying his best not to let it show. You brought your hand to his cheek, kissing him with all of the force you had, a moan escaping his lips as he held onto you for dear life. You'd never wanted anyone so badly, had such a strong connection and deep desire to belong to him.

"Never. You are everything I've ever wanted, Aaron. I'll never let you go. I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me this week. It means more to me than you'll ever know," you'd been going through so much mental turmoil, but Aaron made it all so much better. Just being around him calmed your darkest fears, knowing you were safe and he'd protect you from anything.

"You don't have to thank me. I want to take care of you every way that I can. Truthfully, I'll be sad to see you go. I'm already so used to having you around, and I love every second that you're here."

He slid out of you, finding a towel to clean you up before he joined you in the bed, pulling the covers over your naked bodies. You didn't bother getting dressed; you were cozy.

"Being alone is really hard for me right now. I missed you so much when you were gone," the days had felt like an eternity away from him, the seconds passing by slower than usual. You'd been so happy to have him back that you counted the hours until he'd returned.

"You have a key now, you can come and go as you please. You never have to be alone anymore, not if I'm around."

You cooked dinner together, eating at the table instead of his bed made things a bit more romantic than usual, with the two of you seated across from each other, your legs touching beneath the table. It was sweet, the two of you talking long after you’d finished your meal. You helped him with the dishes, which he tried to protest, but you did it anyway, the two of you stood at the sink like a married couple cleaning before you settled down for the night.

You fell asleep like a rock with him by your side, thinking you’d doze into peaceful slumber; you couldn’t have been more wrong.

When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the back of a rickety pick up truck, bouncing against the cool metal of the floor. Wherever you were was cold—wet. You could smell the mist, invading your nostrils, making you get choked up. You began to panic when you realized you were gagged, unable to scream, or cry properly. You struggled to breathe, trying desperately to break free from whatever held you captive.

Your thoughts automatically flitted to Hotch, who’d been with you mere hours prior. You hoped he was okay, wherever he was. You tried to move around, but with your hands and feet tied, it was nearly impossible. You were stuck.

As if by a miracle, you could hear Derek’s voice from above, shouting your name. They were walking right over top of whatever you were in. You tried to move again, this time knocking something off of a nearby table. Movement ceased above you before their footsteps disappeared completely. You listened to them look for hours before they finally gave up their search, leaving you stranded. You heard the crunch of every individual tire as they drove away, the tears hot on your face as you accepted your fate.

“Shhh, you’re alright. I’ve got you,” you woke up with your limbs flailing, your cheeks wet. You were in Aaron’s arms, secured by his strong grip. You buried your face in his shirt as you tried to shake the nightmare from your mind. Aaron held you close, kissing your head, a soothing hand on your back.

“I was so scared,” you choked, and he nodded in understanding, cradling your head so he could bring you closer.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but the important thing to remember is that I’m always here for you, no matter what. I won’t let anything else hurt you,” he kissed your cheek, his thumb brushing a stray tear away before it could drop onto your shirt.

You wrapped your arms around him, wanting to stay smushed into his chest for a little while longer, as long as he’d let you. He had an idea, bringing you to mount his lap, your head laying against his chest, just like that very first night. You fell asleep on top of him, no longer worried about what horrors might manifest once you closed your eyes—as long as you were with him, your worries seemed a million miles away.

✨✨✨

I admired the way she could stay put all night long without moving, because I woke up to her hair tickling my neck; I was just happy to have her to wake up to. I let her sleep, brushing her hair back so I could look at her face. Her mouth open the tiniest sliver, every muscle in her face relaxed, her breathing steady. She’d been restless that night, talking and thrashing in her sleep, but once she finally settled down some, she slept soundly. My hands were on the small of her back, beneath her shirt, her skin warm against my palms. My thumbs barely brushed her sides but it was enough to have her giggling sleepily, nuzzling into my neck as her eyes fluttered open.

“Tickles,” she muttered against me, her lips grazing my neck. I didn’t try to hide the shiver that came immediately after, which lead to her doing it again. I knew she could feel my dick growing stiff under her waist, pressed snug against her center. In perfect timing, she rolled her hips against me, our underwear the only barrier between us.

“Can I ride you?” Her voice was the softest thing I’d ever heard, hushed and still slightly raspy from sleep. I gave her an enthusiastic nod as she tugged off her underwear and slid mine down enough to free me from my boxers before she took my cock in her hand and lined herself up with me, peering down at me as she sank onto my length. It was the first time she’d ever taken charge and done the work, so I sat back and watched in awe as she used me, expertly working my length until we were both a sweaty, panting mess. It was lazy and fulfilling, the light barely creeping in through the curtains and the neighborhood still quiet on the rest of the block.

Her hips rolled against me in the most incredible way, my dick deep inside of her as she leaned forward and bounced on my dick, making me grip her thighs for support. She came undone, whimpering my name as she rode out her high, but I wasn’t far behind her; her mouth met mine and I filled her, holding her hips in place so she could take every drop. I loved being able to give myself to her, that she’d allow me to have her body in such a sacred way.

“I could never get tired of this,” I told her as she slipped off of me, my first instinct to get up and clean her off so she didn’t have to move just yet.

“Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?” We hadn’t explicitly had a conversation about it, but I figured it would come up sooner rather than later. She felt like so much more than my girlfriend; she felt like the woman I’d be growing and sharing a life with, and there was no label for that.

“You’re so much more than just my girlfriend—you’re my person. You’re my better half.”

She climbed out of bed so she could come give me a hug, her arms tight around me. She was the most special part of my life, and now that I had her I’d do anything to keep her. I didn’t want to know a life without her ever again.

“You’re the better half,” she shot back teasingly, and I was thrilled to see her getting back to her usual, playful self. I rolled my eyes at her, touching my lips to her forehead.

“Still feel up for going out with me tonight? I want to take you to dinner,” she nodded into my chest, peppering it with kisses.

“I’d go anywhere with you,” she assured me, pulling me back into the bed so we could waste the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

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2024 TV Holiday Premieres

No Longer Being Regularly Updated As Of June 14, 2023

ABC

The Wonderful World of Disney: Magical Holiday Celebration (musical performances and holiday celebrations from various Disney properties) - Nov. 30

Disney Parks Magical Christmas Day Parade (annual holiday parade/musical showcase taped in Disney World, Disneyland and other Disney Parks worldwide) - Dec. 25

Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest 2025 (LIVE annual Times Square ball drop celebration hosted by Seacrest) - Dec. 31

CMA Country Christmas (annual holiday concert special) - TBA (Website)

The Great Christmas Light Fight (season 12 of the reality competition featuring outrageous holiday displays) - TBA (Facebook)

NBC

135th Rose Parade (Annual New Year’s parade LIVE from Pasadena, Calif., hosted by Hoda Kotb and Al Roker.) - Jan. 1

A Saturday Night Live Thanksgiving Special (highlights from SNL’s best Thanksgiving sketches) - Nov. 27

Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (official parade coverage, LIVE) - Nov. 28

The National Dog Show (taped coverage of the 2024 National Dog Show from Oaks, Pennsylvania, hosted by John O’Hurley) - Nov. 28

101st Annual Christmas in Rockefeller Center (annual New York City tree lighting, LIVE) - Dec. 4

A Saturday Night Live Christmas Special (highlights from SNL’s best Christmas sketches) - Dec. TBA

CBS

The Thanksgiving Day Parade on CBS (unofficial coverage of the Macy’s parade, LIVE) - Nov. 28

Byron Allen Presents a Merry Soulful Christmas (musical special hosted by Byron Allen; originally announced for December 2023 but delayed) - TBA

PBS

Call the Midwife Christmas Special 2024 (special holiday episode of the 13th season of the long-running BBC series, airing same day as in the UK) - Dec. 25

Hallmark

Holidazed (limited holiday series starring Erin Cahill, Ian Harding, Nansen Contractor, Giles Panton, Noemi Gonzalez, Sarah-Jane Redmond, Loretta Devine, Lillian Lim, Tim Perez, Barry Levy and Jacob Insley; written by Claudia Grazioso; Six Oregon families living in the same cul-de-sac deal with the highs and lows of the holidays; filmed in Victoria and Duncan, B.C.) - TBA

Lifetime

Merry Liddle Christmas Vacation (holiday sequel to 2019′s Merry Liddle Christmas, 2020′s Merry Liddle Christmas Wedding and 2021′s Merry Liddle Christmas Baby; starring Kelly Rowland, LaTonya Williams, Bresha Webb, Jaime M Callica, Nathan Witte, Thomas Cadrot and Debbi Morgan; written by Andrea Stevens and King Hassan; The Liddle family goes on a holiday vacation to celebrate Tyler and Jacquie’s birthday and their toddler twins birthdays; announced in 2022 but delayed due to the strikes; filmed in B.C.) - TBA

Great American Family (formerly GAC)

⚠️ Want all to be aware there is more to GA Family, née GAC, than G-rated Christmas movies. Though I’m including dates and details here in the spirit of being a completist, worth noting the funding and founding of this channel, which comes from the Donald Trump-aligned Hicks Equity Group, brings with it an explicit anti-diversity agenda, hiding under guise of harmless sounding words like “family-friendly” and “safe” programming. More detailed explanation here (bottom of page), and additional more recent thoughts, for those who want it. And if you’re looking for outside sources on GAF’s political affiliations and lack of inclusion, see these stories from The Daily Beast, Vulture, the L.A. Times and Bloomberg.

A Sound of Music Christmas (holiday movie inspired by the Sound of Music; written and directed by Michael and Janeen Damian; filmed in Austria) - TBA

TV One

In the Kitchen with Tamar & Evelyn Braxton (holiday cooking special featuring the mother-daughter duo’s own recipes from every holiday) - TBA

Max

The Naughty One (action-comedy written by Zach Helm and produced by Greg Berlanti and Sarah Schechter, announced in 2021) - TBA

Britbox

Mrs. Brown’s Boys New Year’s Special (one-off holiday episode of the series; available same day as UK) - Jan. 1

The Jonathan Ross Show Christmas Special (U.S. premiere of the 2023 special holiday episode of the chat show) - Jan. 24

Death in Paradise Christmas 2024 (holiday movie based on the BBC series starring Sara Martins and Ralf Little about a British detective sent to a Caribbean island; filmed in Guadeloupe; available same day as UK) - TBA

The King’s Christmas Address (annual holiday speech delivered by King Charles III via the BBC) - Dec. 25

Disney+

Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas (Bret McKenzie-produced remake of the 1977 Muppet ABC special in conjunction with the Jim Henson company; announced in 2019) - TBA

Twas’ The Night (musical anthology holiday series written and produced by David E. Talbert; Santa tells his grandchildren stories of his holiday adventures; announced in 2023) - TBA

Apple TV+

Wolfs (at least partially holiday-set thriller starring George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Amy Ryan; written and directed by Jon Watts; A pair of lone wolf fixers are forced to team up; filmed in New York and L.A.) - TBA

Lady in the Lake (at least partially holiday-set series starring Natalie Portman; based on the book by Laura Lippman; A 1960s housewife who dreams of becoming a journalist, investigates two seemingly unconnected, unsolved murders; set and filmed in Baltimore) - TBA

Paramount+

Winter Spring Summer or Fall (holiday romance starring Jenna Ortega, Percy Hynes White and Adam Rodriguez; directed by Tiffany Paulsen; written by Dan Schoffer and Paulsen; Two teens fall in love over four days across different seasons; filmed in Utah) - TBA

Prime Video

One Fine Morning (a.k.a. Un Beau Matin; French-language, partially holiday-set movie starring Pascal Lea-Seydoux, Melvil Greggory, Nicole Poupaud and Garcia; written and directed by Mia Hansen-Love; A widow and single mom juggles caring for her family, including her father with dementia, and a new affair with an old friend of her late husband’s) - Jan. 1 (Trailer)

Ex-Mas (holiday teen rom-com based on the book by Kate Brian; Two teen exes go on a road trip to rescue their little brothers, who have set on a quest to save Santa from global warming; announced in 2020) - TBA

Red One (big-budget holiday action movie starring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Chris Evans, Lucy Liu, Kiernan Shipka, Nick Kroll, Kristofer Hivju, Wesley Kimmel and Mary Elizabeth Ellis; directed by Jake Kasdan; written by Chris Morgan; The leader of an elite force named the E.L.F must protect Santa and Christmas from those who seek to destroy it) - TBA

Suddenly It’s Christmas (English-language remake of 2022 Italian family film Improvvisamente Natale, directed by Peter Chelsom; adapted by Chelsom and Tinker Lindsay; When a young girl learns that a summer trip to her beloved grandfather’s hotel, where they usually spend the holidays, is cover for her parents telling her they’re getting divorced, she and her grandfather plan to recreate a perfect Christmas in hopes of reuniting her parents; filmed in Italy) - TBA

Hope (limited series based on the 2019 Oscar-nominated, holiday-set Norwegian movie; adapted by Alice Ball and starring Nicole Kidman; A May-December marriage where the younger half of the couple is diagnosed with a brain tumor which they keep secret from their family at the holidays; announced in 2021) - TBA

12 Days of Christmas (holiday movie produced by and starring Stephen Curry; directed by Charles Stone III; written by Kevin Heffernan and Peter Gaulke; A kid and holiday-hating man wakes up a dad, adding a new child every day until Christmas; announced in 2021) - TBA

The Man with the Bag (holiday movie starring Alan Ritchson; directed by Adam Shankman; written by Allan Rice; Santa enlists the help of a thief after his magic bag is stolen; announced in 2023) - TBA

Santa is Real (musical holiday movie written by Laura Rosann) - TBA

The Truth About Mrs. Claus (holiday movie based on the bestselling book by Meena Harris; adapted by Taylor Chukwu; An elf learns the North Pole’s greatest secret: Mrs. Claus runs it all; announced in 2023) - TBA

Netflix

Boy Swallows Universe (magical-realist series starring Travis Fimmel, Felix Cameron, Simon Baker, Phoebe Tonkin and Lee Tiger Halley; based on the novel by Trent Dalton; adapted by John Collee; A boy who receives a mysterious phone call on Christmas Day, must break his mother out of a feared prison; filmed and set in Brisbane, Australia) - Jan. 11 (Trailer)

Meet Me Next Christmas (holiday rom-com starring Christina Milian, Devale Ellis, Kofi Siriboe, Kalen Allen and Pentatonix; directed by Rusty Cundieff; written by Camilla Cordelia and Molly Halderman; To meet up with the man of her dreams, a woman must somehow find a ticket to a sold out Christmas Eve concert; filmed in Toronto) - TBA

Our Little Secret (holiday movie starring Lindsay Lohan, Ian Harding, Kristin Chenoweth and Tim Meadows; Bitter exes discover they’re currently dating siblings when they all get taken home for the holidays and try to hide their past from everyone) - TBA

The Thanksgiving Text (based-on-a-true-story tale of an accidental holiday invite that led to a lifelong tradition and friendship; written by Abdul Williams; announced in 2021; filmed in Arizona) - TBA

Auntie Claus (Kenny Ortega produced and directed musical based on the children’s book series by Elise Primavera, adapted by Tiffany Paulsen; A materialistic young girl learns the true nature of giving through her adventures at the North Pole with her eccentric aunt; announced in 2019) -TBA

One Day in December (holiday-set series starring Lucy Boynton; directed by Drake Doremus; based on the book by Josie Silver; A chance sighting on a bus leads to star-crossed, complicated love across multiple years and holidays; reported in 2023) - TBA

That Christmas (Richard Curtis working with Locksmith Animation and co-writing script with Peter Souter, based on Curtis’ own children’s holiday book series—The Empty Stocking, Snow Day and That Christmas; directed by Simon Otto; combining the storylines from all three children’s books and setting them simultaneously in one English beach village, Curtis calls the animated movie, “Love Actually for kids.”) - TBA

Carry On (holiday-set action-thriller starring Taron Egerton, Sofia Carson, Danielle Deadwyler and Jason Bateman; directed by Jaume Collet-Serra; written by TJ Fixman and Michael Green; A TSA agent is blackmailed into putting a mysterious package on a Christmas Day flight; filmed in New Orleans) - TBA

Black Doves (holiday-set spy thriller six-episode series starring Ben Whishaw, Sarah Lancashire and Keira Knightley; A politician’s wife/spy seeks to get to the bottom of who killed her lover, and why, with the help of the only friend she can trust; announced in 2023; filmed in London) - TBA

Prentice Penny Project (writer/director Prentice Penny’s “magical” African-American family film based on he and his wife, Tasha’s, original idea; announced in 2020) - TBA

The Great British Baking Show: Holidays (US debut of 2023 Christmas Eve and New Year’s special episodes of the Great British Bake Off, featuring returning Bake Off favorites battling for holiday cake plates) - TBA

The Snow Sister (Norwegian original movie starring Mudit Gupta and Celina Meyer Holland; based on the children’s book, and adapted by author Maja Lunde; The youngest member of a family devastated by grief meets a mysterious Christmas-loving girl named Hedwig) - TBA

MyTime Movie Network

Xmas Clue (original holiday limited series co-produced with France’s TF1) - TBA

Freevee

Mistletoe Mixup 2 (holiday movie sequel to the 2021 film starring Matthew Lawrence, Danielle C. Ryan and Joey Lawrence; directed by Andrew Lawrence) - TBA

Digital/DVD/Other

SLEIGH (holiday horror short starring Zoey Luna and Maxwell Almond; written and directed by Stella Alfaro; Pagan artists gather to celebrate the solstice) - Jan. 8, Amazon PVOD (Instagram)

Ghosts Christmas Special: A Christmas Gift (2023 Christmas special and series finale of the BBC series; first time available in the U.S.) - Jan. 16, PVOD

It’s Me, Billy Chapter 2 (holiday movie sequel starring 1974 original actors Olivia Hussey and Lynne Griffin to the 2021 Black Christmas fan-film from Dave McRae bringing the saga “to an unofficial and epic conclusion”) - Oct. 11, YouTube

Saint Nick of Bethlehem (holiday movie starring Daniel Roebuck, Cathy Moriarty and Duane Whitaker; directed by Spencer Folmar and Roebuck; A man who lost his own son finds joy in giving presents to other children; based on a true story and filmed in Bethlehem, Pa.) - Nov. 14

Athena Saves Christmas (holiday comedy starring Cuba Gooding Jr, Joseph Baena, Ludovica Frasca, Paxton Kubitz, Michael Blackson, Robert Costanzo and Glenn Plummer; directed by Josh Webber; written by Greg Crowder and Webber; A group of young adults and their dog must solve a series of riddles to save Christmas in their town from a mob boss; filmed in Big Bear and Lake Arrowhead, Calif.) - Nov. 23

Silent Night Bloody Night 3 (holiday slasher sequel starring Lloyd Kaufman, Julie Anne Prescott and Tina Krause; written and directed by Will Collazo Jr. and Prescott; The final girl wakes up in an asylum and must avoid being murdered by a killer who wants to see her dead for the holidays) - Dec. 25

Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (holiday movie remake/reboot of the 1964 cult classic, directed and produced by Cynthia Webster; Santa tries to save what’s left of humanity by bringing Christmas to Mars for the first time.) - TBA

How to Make Gravy (Australian holiday movie starring Hugo Weaving, Daniel Henshall, Brenton Thwaites, Damon Herriman, Kate Mulvany and Agathe Rouselle; based on the song by Paul Kelly; directed by Nick Waterman; written by Megan Washington and Washington; A prisoner named Joe writes to his brother about his longing to be home for Christmas; announced in 2022) - TBA, Australia on Binge

Dimming Lights (holiday drama starring Laura Mitchell. Heather Fraley, TeriEnna Blanco and Michael Newman; written and directed by Preston Walden; Sisters return home for the holidays and find their estranged mother in the grip of dementia; filmed in Tampa, Fla.) - TBA

A Christmas Cheer (holiday movie written by Clint Ford; What happens to Ebenezer Scrooge, and Jacob Marley’s ghost, after the events of A Christmas Carol?; won a screenplay contest in 2020) - TBA

Four Cousins and a Christmas Wedding (holiday movie sequel to 2021′s Four Cousins and a Christmas, starring Raffaela Capp, Natasha Capp, Ayla Kell and Lily Gibson; written and directed by Maria Capp) - TBA

Finding Her Voice for Christmas (faith-based holiday movie based on the stage play Finding Her Voice; starring Don Dusty Phelps, Jessie Tate Jr. and Deandre Griffin; A revealed family secret results in a crisis of faith) - TBA

A Chinatown Christmas (holiday movie based on the book by Kailin Gow and Nancy Wu; adapted and directed by Gow; An arrogant businessman who always spends Christmas eating alone at a local Chinese restaurant is angry with the owners when they decide to close for the holiday) - TBA

Let it Snow: A Christmas Time Loop (holiday movie where a teen has to help his best friend trapped in a holiday time loop; filmed in New York and New Jersey) - TBA

One Christmas Night in a Toy Store (holiday horror movie starring Simon Phillips and Sayla de Goede; directed by Paul Tanter; the third in the Santa slasher trilogy, this time Santa and Mrs. Claus take Christmas Eve hostages; filmed in Ottawa) - TBA

The Twelve Days After Christmas (holiday movie directed, starring and co-written by Melissa Archer; also featuring Laura Osnes) - TBA

Xmas at Moe’s (holiday movie written and directed by Ray J Pope; Brothers have to put aside their differences in order to save a homeless shelter at the holidays; filmed in Atlanta) - TBA

A Brooklyn Christmas (faith-based holiday movie directed by Shaun Paul Piccinino; co-written by Drew Henriksen and Anthony Mangano; A bookie finds himself forced into being a holiday hero) - TBA (Website)

Hungry Bear Tales to the Pole! (Czech animated holiday special directed by Katerina Karhankova; based on the books by Zbynek Cernik; Two bears travel to the North Pole for the annual popsicle festival, with a little help from some friends) - TBA (YouTube shorts)

Christmas at the St. Nick (holiday movie written by Mark Amato; holiday travelers reluctantly team up to make their holiday plans happen, but find themselves falling in love) - TBA

Ellie and the Christmas Creep (animated movie from Luxembourg-based animation studio Fabrique d'Images; directed by Caroline Origer; An intrepid elf tries to save Santa from his fame obsession she believes is caused by a creep) - TBA (Website)

Aubrey Flint’s Christmas (holiday comedy directed by Jack Spring; written by Chris Boyle-McQuarry; filmed in UK) - TBA

It Happened on Christmas (small-budget holiday movie written, directed and starring LP Green, along with Leandro Somoza and Jonna Devereaux) - TBA (Instagram)

Family Christmas (holiday movie starring Rían Sheehy Kelly, Jeremy Holm, John Pirruccello and Emma Jo Boyden; directed and co-written by Michael Moreci; A holiday heist collides with stranded travelers trying to get home in time for Christmas; filmed in Champaign, Ill.) - TBA

The Santa Assist (holiday movie starring Eric Roberts; directed by Ross Marks; Santa goes to New Mexico to fix a relative’s problem and ends up falling in love; filmed in Las Cruces, N.M.) - TBA

Manuscript (holiday-set thriller about a trio of friends who find an unpublished work that could bring fame and fortune and slowly turn on one another during a Christmas pre-party; filmed in Pennsylvania) - TBA

The McNamara Brothers Christmas Story (holiday movie written and directed by Marc Alan Solomon; A group of friends and family come together for a Christmas Eve game night where secrets are revealed; filmed in Claxton, Ga.) - TBA

It’s Christmas! (holiday movie starring Brittany Snow, Lucas Bravo,Simon Callow, Chloé Jouannet, Elektra Kilbey, Richard Elis and Ben McGregor; written and directed by Jamie Adams; Hoping to bring her husband’s dysfunctional family closer in the wake of his mother’s death, a wife invents list of holiday tasks she claims her mother-in-law wanted them all to do; filmed in Wales) - TBA

We Wish You a Dairy Christmas (holiday movie starring Aeon Cruz and Brit Ellerman; directed and co-written by Elgin Cahill; A woman reluctantly returns home to help save her family’s farm) - TBA

Feather Christmas (holiday movie starring Ocean M Harris, Tom Machell and Teresa Dawn Taylor; directed by Lucy Turner, written by Dan William O’Leary; filmed in the UK) - TBA (Instagram)

Niko: Beyond the Northern Lights (international animated movie sequel to 2008′s The Flight Before Christmas and 2012′s Little Brother, Big Trouble: A Christmas Adventure; co-directed by Kari Juusonen and Jørgen Lerdam; Niko dreams of being a member of Santa’s flying forces, but faces stiff competition for the job) - TBA

A Very Bavarian Christmas (holiday movie based on the novel by Katie M Reid; A single woman who feels stuck in her small, holiday-themed town and dead-end job at a Christmas store, unexpectedly finds love as she regains her holiday spirit) - TBA

Date for Christmas (holiday movie directed by Louise Alston; written by Stephen Vagg; A women invents a fake fiancee to comfort her dying mother, but when mom unexpectedly recovers she has to keep the con going for the holidays) - TBA

Last Christmas on Walden St (small-budget holiday movie written, directed and starring Tyler Cole, along with Roni Weissman; filmed in Georgia) - TBA

Carnage for Christmas (partially crowd-funded holiday horror film starring Jeremy Moineau, Joe Romeo, Dominique Booth, Cassie Hamilton, Toshiro Glenn and Olivia Deeble; written and directed by teen filmmaker Alice Maio Mackay; When a trans true-crime podcaster returns home for the holidays for the first time since transitioning, she’s drawn into a murderous ghost story that might just be real) - TBA (IndieGoGo)

Pastor Sue’s Christmas (right-wing holiday movie starring Rebecca Grant and Joy Villa; co-directed by Chris Johnson and Villa; filmed in California) - TBA

Tinsel (holiday short starring Maja Bloom and Nathan J Lloyd; written and directed by Davey Ezra; An actor working as a mall elf becomes an '80s action-movie hero when he diffuses a holiday hostage situation; filmed in Portsmouth, England) - TBA (Instagram)

Hot Mom (holiday-set comedy written and directed by Jimmy Kustes; A college student and his girlfriend spend the holidays with his mom and her new boyfriend; filmed in Tampa, Fla.) - TBA

Lumia (six-episode holiday series created by Created by Anastasia Heinzl and Pöllä; A Parisian teen is forced to spend the holidays in rural Finland with her mother, where she starts seeing strange lights in forest) - TBA

Mr. Santa the Musical Christmas Extravaganza (holiday movie starring Geoffrey Owens, Tommy Davidson, Peter Donald Badalamenti II and Paul Kevins; written and directed by Noel Calloway; With Christmas spirit at an all-time low, Santa goes undercover as a high school teacher to try and convince teens to believe in holiday magic again; filmed in New York City) - TBA

I’ll Be Dead for Christmas (holiday horror movie starring, written and directed by Geordy Skolnick; along with J.C. Hoffman, Jilly Kent, Joshua R. Pangborn, Ximena Zavala, and Heth Weinstein; A mentally disturbed patient blackmails a hospital employee into telling horrifying stories on Christmas Eve) - TBA

A Very Elevated Christmas (holiday movie starring Frank Powers, Michelle Martinez and J.D. Hernandez; directed by Luis Perez) - TBA (Facebook)

Christmas with Buddy (faith-based drama starring Joseph Gray and Brian Biggers; directed by Cameron Arnett and Cornelius Muller; written by Michael D Acosta; A young man with cerebral palsy tries to figure out what God’s purpose for him is; filmed in North Carolina) - TBA

A Carolina Christmas (holiday movie starring Kelly Lynn Reiter, Melissa Reeves and Matthew Ashford; written by David Michael Ross; A snowstorm traps a divorced couple together at the holidays as their daughter schemes to reunite them) - TBA

The Town of Tails (a.k.a Kruuna; four-episode Finnish holiday series from creator Minna Panjanen; A professor who years ago found his parents murdered on Christmas Eve investigates another mysterious death in Tails, with the help of a Christmas spirit only he can see) - TBA

Family Christmas (holiday movie produced by Kenneth Van Camp; A woman giving up hope on true love has to decide whether to settle for an old flame or take a chance on a new, holiday romance; filmed in Detroit) - TBA

An Emerald Coast Christmas (small-budget holiday movie written, directed and starring Elesia Marie, along with Shannon Williams and Teance Blackburn; A big city culinary school grad heads home for the holidays; filmed in Florida) - TBA (Website)

How to Kill Your Family and Get Away with It (holiday horror movie starring Eden Shea Beck; directed by Robbie Dias; written by Marc Gottlieb; An extremely dysfunctional family gathers in a secluded cabin for the holidays, hiding dark secrets that lead to murder; filmed in Big Bear, Calif.) - TBA

Christmas Kennel (holiday movie starring Tatyana Ali, RaéVen Kelly, Marla Gibbs, Angela Gibbs and Malcolm-Jamal Warner; directed by Sean Dinwoodie; filmed in Rhode Island and Connecticut) - TBA

Christmas Eve in Miller’s Point (holiday movie starring Michael Cera, Ben Shenkman, Francesca Scorsese, Sawyer Spielberg and Gregory Falatek; directed by Tyler Taormina; written by Eric Berger and Taormina; A family gathers for a final Christmas in their childhood home and a teenager looks to make her mark on the neighborhood; filmed in Smithtown, NY) - TBA

Holiday Holdup (holiday-set crime drama starring Jeremy Holm, John Pirruccello and Agnes Albright; written by Michael Moreci; Restaurant employees get revenge on their mob-tied employer) - TBA

Xmas in July (small budget black comedy take on Dickens’ A Christmas Carol starring, written and directed by Joel Clark, along with Crichton Atkinson and Daniel Martin Berkey; Ebenzer and Cratchitt experience multiple alternate realities, each more horrifying than the last; filmed in Brooklyn, N.Y.) - TBA (Website)

Ebenezer the Traveler (six-episode mini-series starring Jerry Parisi, Amanda Rae Dodson and Michael Bertolini; directed by Joe Valenti; written by Leland Prater; A look at what happened to Scrooge after the events of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol) - TBA (Website)

Once Upon a Christmas (faith-based holiday movie starring Garry Nation and Melissa Nunnally; directed by Nathan Blair; A Scrooge-like old man is turned back into a teenager by an angel, who warns him he must repair his family relationships by Christmas or be doomed; filmed in Denver) - TBA (Website)

Breakup Season (holiday movie starring Chandler Riggs and Samantha Isler; written and directed by H. Nelson Tracey; A man takes his girlfriend home for the holidays to meet his parents and things don’t go as planned; filmed in La Grande, Oregon) - TBA (Instagram)

Switched Up Christmas (holiday comedy starring Ava Torres, Levi Smith, Ella Fraley, Brian Villalobos and Van Quattro; directed and co-written by Zane Nixon; A dysfunctional family who has lost their Christmas spirit, finds themselves regaining their love of the season through a holiday body swap; filmed in Houston, Texas) - TBA

Oh Christmas Tree (holiday movie starring Mason Gillett, Kay Barnes, Rachel Petsiavas and Christopher Long; directed by Paul Duncan; filmed in North Carolina) - TBA (Website)

Dead for the Holidays (holiday horror movie starring Tifani Winkfield, Allen Yates and Carter Bratton; directed by Thomas Martin and Lawrence Sara) - TBA

Our Christmas House (holiday movie starring Michael Dumas, Whitney Bacon, Sabrina Orro, Precious Ugbodu and Andrew C. English Jr; directed by Annabel White; written by Jaron Lanier; A news anchor must choose between a big holiday story and the man she’s falling in love with) - TBA (IndieGoGo)

Our Church Thinks We’re Dating (holiday movie starring Ashley LaRae, Burke Brown, Megan Alexander and Mark Christopher Lawrence; directed and co-written by Tim Nolte; The last two unmarried people in a church group spend a holiday weekend pretending to date in order to stop others from constantly trying to set them up; filmed in Denver) - TBA (Facebook, Website, Trailer)

Christmas Crashers (small-budget holiday movie starring Christine Traversa, Bridget Nine, Steve Boress, Leanne Johnson and Zaine Bray; written and directed by Kevin L Mounce; A couple decide to step off the holiday fast track and recommit to each other, but not everyone is on board with their pared-down holiday plans; shot in central Illinois) - TBA (Website)

Little Miracles (small budget movie written and directed by Pat Denson; film version of her off-Broadway musical, Little Christmas Miracles; based on a true story tale of two recently widowed moms who take their kids on a holiday road trip) - TBA

The Christmas Forest (small budget movie from faith-based Wright Family Films; directed, written and starring Ashley Hays Wright) - TBA, YouTube

Kid Santa (Italian holiday movie, live-action/animation hybrid starring real-life brothers Alec and William Baldwin and Elva Trill; directed by Francesco Cinquemani; filmed in Rome) - TBA

Once Upon a Christmas Eve (faith-based holiday movie starring Najee De-Tiege, Hector David Jr., Michael Franklin, Alicia Tomasko, Sofia Lauren, Alexa Ketchum, Gabriella Estabrook and Gianna Angela; written and directed by Dominic Giannetti; Estranged siblings struggle to hold their family together at the holidays) - TBA

A Queer Christmas Carol (LGBTQ take on Charles Dickens’ classic starring Daniel Bainelebeau, Qiana Camille and Larry B. Carter II; written and directed by Henderson Maddox) - TBA

Needle Little Christmas (holiday movie starring Sara Waisglass, Jonathan Kite and Thomas Lennon; directed by Jason DeVan; When she dies just before Christmas, a woman gets the chance to return to earth in the form of a Christmas tree in hopes of and restoring her friends’ spirits; filmed in El Reno, Okla.) - TBA

Chicken Coop (holiday movie starring Monica Moore Smith, Eric Wood and Mark Bracich; written and directed by Joseph DeGolyer; Family secrets are revealed during a holiday trip home when an estranged father and son attempt to repair a broken pipe in a chicken coop; filmed in Utah) - TBA (Facebook)

Christmas at the Frat House (holiday movie starring Karon Riley, Lem Collins, Jared Wofford, Kevin Savage, Amber Reign Smith, Kelsi Lee and Jael Roberson; directed by Charmin Lee; written by Lem Collins; Four frat brothers make, and break, a pact not to marry for 10 years after college. The last man standing is set to propose at Christmas when secrets emerge from his friends’ relationships and his girlfriend’s past that could make him reconsider; filmed in Atlanta.) - TBA

A Screenshot to Santa (holiday movie starring Essence Atkins, Tony Rock, Torrei Hart, Kennedy Stephens, Shai Moss, Jacob Gaines and Ray Buffer; written and directed by Monica Floyd; While their parents are at a conference, a teenager sick of caring for her much younger sister sneaks out to see her boyfriend on Christmas Eve; filmed in L.A.) - TBA

(Once Upon a) Philly Christmas (faith-based holiday movie starring Robert Clohessy, Bridget White, Brian Anthony Wilson, Myles Clohessy, Shannon Wilson, Julianna Layne, Gabi Faye, Rich Enkels, Dominic Costa, Bridget White and Brian Anthony Wilson; directed by Bridget Smith and written by Mike Walsh; A teenage gamer accidentally travels back in time to Bethlehem, to make it home he needs to discover the true meaning of Christmas; filmed in Philadelphia) - TBA (Website)

Love After Holidays (holiday movie starring Darin D Barron, Jennifer Figuereo, Gabi Faye, Taral Hicks Dawson, Jeremy Meeks, Shari Ellis and Angela Perymon; directed by Antoine Allen; written by Maurice McCallum; based on the self-help book Love After by Jacinth Headlam; The rise and fall of a talk show host who loses everything; filmed in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania) - TBA (Instagram)

A Kismet Holiday (holiday movie starring Karen Obilom, Joyful Drake, Lamman Rucker and Javon Johnson; co-written and directed by Chazitear; filmed in Washington, D.C.) - TBA

A Christmas in New Hope (holiday movie starring Adrianne Palicki, Malcolm Goodwin, Katrina Bowden, David Anders, Ryan Cooper and Mia Armstrong directed by Julia Barnett; co-written by Barnett and Kathleen Estes; A single mom of a special needs child enters a home renovation contest focused on saving her home from foreclosure, but things get complicated when she falls for her musician neighbor; filmed in Waco, Texas) - TBA

Gingersnap Christmas (holiday movie starring Desirée Ross, Jake Lockett, Natalie Buck, Réka Lukács and Obum Éji; directed by Julia Jay Pierrepont; written by Matt Lindenburg and Eva & Frank Myer; A grieving woman finds love and her Christmas spirit, while visiting her Caribbean grandmother for the holidays; filmed in L.A.) - TBA

Christmas on the North Pole Express (holiday movie starring Brian Boynton, Marla Moore, Riley Rose Downey and Sam Broome; written by Cody LaRue; Two people meet on the famed Christmas train while traveling to a wedding; filmed in Owosso, Michigan) - TBA

The Holiday Exchange (holiday movie starring Taylor Frey, Rick Cosnett, Samer Salem, Daniel Garcia, Blake Cooper Griffin, Joe Aaron Reid, Camila Banus, Nick Adams, Ashley Fink, Kyle Dean Massey and Kyle Richards; directed by Jake Helgren; written by Frey; A successful businessman enters into a holiday house swap and both he and the man he swapped with find new love; filmed in California) - TBA

Royal Runaways (a.k.a. A Little Faith; holiday movie starring Mark Cuban, Ashley Brinkman, Alex Day, Eliza Roberts, Naomi Matsuda, Mario Silva and Faysal Shafaat; written and directed by Candy Cain; When his father, the king, dies, a European prince flees to America and hides his identity by working in a winery) - TBA

Holiday in the Hamptons (holiday movie starring Naomi Matsuda, Ashley Brinkman, Paulie Calafiore, Eve Kroh and Eric Roberts; written and directed by Candy Cain; A woman inherits her grandmother’s house at the holidays.) - TBA

A Jar Full of Christmas (holiday movie starring Brooke Burfitt, Cara Maria Sorbello and Jason Frederick; written and directed by Candy Cain; When a woman inherits her mom’s home, sparks fly with a childhood friend; filmed and set in Lake Placid, NY) - TBA

Christmas Overtime (holiday movie starring Meghan Carrasquillo, Jadon Cal and Laura Ault; directed by Ann Deborah Fishman; co-written by Fishman and Simon Parker; A holiday-hating actress must convince a Christmas-obsessed group she’s one of them in order to land a commercial) - TBA

Xmas Gamble (holiday movie starring Tom Arnold, Michael Madsen, Fernanda Romero and Waymond Lee; directed by Kenny Yates; written by Jerry Artukovich; A recovering gambling addict needs cash to save his mom’s home, realizing he’s never lost on Christmas, he rationalizes one last bet) - TBA

An Elliot and Friends Christmas Carol (puppet holiday special, based on featuring original characters created by Jeffrey Ault; starring Dana Anderwald, Alana Phillips and Dean Napolitano) -TBA (Trailer, Facebook)

Bring Back Christmas (holiday movie starring Ricardo Ortiz, Josh Zaharia, Casey James and Neil Charlesworth; directed by Rafael Nani; written by Marcelo Ricardo Ortiz; A materialistic teen wishes Christmas out of existence, making him the only one in the world who remembers the holiday; filmed in Vancouver, B.C.) - TBA (Website)

Christmas at the Mistletoe Inn (holiday movie directed by Lexi Giovagnoli; written by Vicki Vass; A jaded Christmas movie scout finds herself in a town straight out of one of her holiday movies; filmed in North Carolina) - TBA

Christmas Cover Up (holiday movie starring Ray Cunningham, Skye Griffin, Trina and Towanda Braxton; filmed in Houston) - TBA

Christmas Carole (a.k.a. Noël au Balcon; French-language holiday comedy starring Didier Bourdon, Noemie Lvovsky, Jules Sagot, Christophe Montenez, Alice Daubelcour and Janaïna Halloy-Fokan; directed by Jeanne Gottesdiener; A small-town mayor tries to coordinate her town’s holiday festivities while her husband holds down the holiday prep at home, until their adult children arrive and everything falls apart) - TBA, France

Christmas Licc (holiday movie short starring Taylor T-Dawg Da Don Butler, MW Maniak and Kea White; directed by Kimberly Latrice Jones; Friends attempt a misguided Christmas robbery to get out of a financial jam) - TBA (Twitter)

Winters’ Garden (a.k.a. The Christmas Garden; holiday movie starring Madeline Coughlan, Lior Selve, Federico Dordei, Peter Jason, Farah Merani and Chuck Marra; directed by Shari Hamrick Grewal; written by Joany Kane; A New York City cooking show host travels to lay the remains of a World War II nurse to rest in an English castle garden, and becomes enchanted by the site’s holiday charms; filmed in Lake Arrowhead, Calif.) - TBA (Trailer)

Blended Christmas (holiday movie starring Jennifer Freeman, Anthony Dalton II, Victoria Rowell, Dream Doll, Carlee Elston and Charles Baston, written and directed by Tamala Baldwin; A new bride cancels her honeymoon to care for her husband’s ex after a freak accident; filmed in Atlanta) - TBA

Mississippi Christmas (holiday movie starring Darrin D Henson, Clifton Powell, Terri J Vaughn and Valarie Pettiford; written and directed by Christel Gibson; filmed in Atlanta) - TBA

Filthy Animals (written and directed by James T North IV; starring Raymond J Barry, Layla Louise, Hal Dion and Austin Wheeler; A pair of petty criminals stumble into a very dark Christmas) - Dec. TBA (Instagram, Website)

Civil Christmas (holiday musical starring Sophie Bolen and Kyle Patrick; A Southern belle shelters a wounded Union soldier on Christmas Eve; co-written and directed by Joel Paul Reisig; filmed in Michigan) - TBA

Christmas with the Pups (holiday movie starring Danielle Scott, Simon Ellis, Lila Lasso and Kitty Sudbery; directed by Louisa Warren; written by Tom Jolliffe; A ranch-owning family finds a Pomeranian at the holidays, unaware she already belongs to an influencer) - TBA (Trailer)

Meet Me at the Christmas Train Parade (holiday movie featuring Ryan Northcott, Emma Johnson, Maureen Rooney, Sue Huff, Michelle Todd, and Will Brisbin; directed by Dylan Pearce; written by Nathan Usher; To stave off a developer that will destroy their charming town square, a single mom enlists the help of nearby villages to revive a Christmas tree-lighting tradition; filmed in Edmonton, Alberta; aired in Canada in 2023) - TBA

Creating Christmas (holiday movie starring Greer Grammer, Jason Cermak and Briana Buckmaster; directed by Jason James; A children’s book author enlists an artistic teacher to help him out of a creative rut at Christmas; filmed in Vancouver, B.C.; aired on Paramount+ UK in 2023) - TBA

Royally Yours, This Christmas (holiday movie starring Cindy Sampson, Steve Byers, Holly De Barros, Bukola Ayoka, Michael S. Morrone and Darrin Baker; directed by Don McBrearty; written by Jessica L. Randall; A single mom is mistaken for a wealthy do-gooder and finds herself romanced by a royal; filmed in Toronto; aired on Paramount+ UK in 2023) - TBA

A Perfect Christmas Carol (holiday movie starring Stephanie Bennett and Preston Vanderslice; directed by Wendy Ord; A chef heads home for the holidays with her boyfriend, only to battle with his mother for his love; filmed in Kelowna, B.C.; aired on Binge in Australia in 2023) - TBA

Sincerely Truly Christmas (holiday movie starring Jake Epstein, Paula Brancati, Richard Waugh and Tom Hearn; directed by Sean Cisterna; written by Matthew Thaler; Holiday magic gives an event planner the ability to hear what everyone else wants for Christmas; filmed in Toronto; aired on Binge in Australia in 2023) - TBA

Me and Mr. Christmas (holiday movie starring Sara Garcia, Blair Penner, Michael Lazarovitch and Jocelyn Chugg; directed by Dylan Pearce; written by Jenny M Krick; A woman looks to boost her new PR firm by fielding a winning contestant in a holiday bachelor contest; filmed in Edmonton, Alberta; aired on STAN in Australia in 2023) - TBA

The Heiress of Christmas (holiday movie starring David Pinard, Katerina Maria Vitkoff and Alys Crocker; directed by Meeshelle Neal; An heiress is forced to work in her family’s department store for the holidays; filmed in Toronto; aired on TF1 in France and Binge in Australia in 2023) - TBA (Trailer)

Christmas on the Alpaca Farm (holiday movie starring Kirsten Comerford, Matt Wells and Diana Diaz; directed by Michael Kennedy; A Christmas sweater designer clashes with a local alpaca farmer; filmed in Hamilton, Ont.; aired on TV24 and Channel 5 in the UK in 2023) - TBA

Christmas at Carbell Family Farm (holiday movie starring Tamara Almeida and Cody Ray Thompson; A developer has designs on a Christmas tree and must track down a long list of owners to secure the site) - TBA

Holiday for Hire (holiday movie starring Andrew Rogers, Casey Waller, Christie Leverette, Michael Deni and Mark Valeriano; directed by Jared Cohn; written by Julia Terranova; When her boyfriend dumps her just before Christmas, a desperate woman hires an actor to play him for her family; filmed in Simi Valley, Calif.) - TBA

Holly Jolly Christmas (a.k.a. Untitled Christmas Movie Project; holiday movie starring Allison Bailey, Rebecca De Mornay, Chris Elliott, Jordan Doww, Teo Rapp-Olsson, Pete Ploszek, Neal Davidson; directed by Christine Luby; When siblings come home for the holidays, they are shocked to learn their parents have sold the family home and plan to move overseas; set and filmed in Danbury and New Haven, Connecticut) - TBA

Christmas Telethon (holiday comedy starring Patrick Warburton, Matt Nease and Leslie Talley; directed by Doug Henderson; written by Henderson, B. Harrison Smith and Nease; Local anchors try to save their struggling TV station with a telethon that goes terribly wrong; filmed in Millersville, Pa.) - TBA

Cape Holly Christmas (holiday movie starring Sebastian Stewart, Anna Marie Dobbins, Brian Austin Green, Celeste Desjardins, Barbara Mitchell, Rae Farrer, Neil Enock, and Laura Yenga; directed by John Bradshaw; written by Erica McKenzie and Mark Mungo; A woman hopes to win a baking contest to save her home and small-town bakery, but falls for a guy who turns out to be related to the bank trying to foreclose on both; filmed in Leduc, Alberta, Canada) - TBA

S’up, Xmas! (a.k.a. Jae, Natal!; Brazilian animated holiday movie directed by Camila Padilha; A princess tries to introduce a traditional Christmas to her island home, only to see them twist it into a unique tropical holiday festival) - TBA

A Christmas Heart (faith-based holiday movie starring Kevin Sorbo and Sarah Reeves; written and directed by Bill McAdams, Jr; A widowed firefighter gets a DUI and is assigned community service where he meets someone who helps him recover from tragedy; filmed in Granbury, Texas ) - TBA

Operation Nutcracker (holiday movie starring Ashley Newbrough and Christopher Russell; An event planner and wayward son have to work together to find a missing nutcracker in time for a wealthy family's high profile charity auction; filmed in Ontario) - TBA

Jingle Bell Heist (holiday movie starring Olivia Holt, Connor Swindells, Peter Serafinowicz and Lucy Punch; directed by Michael Fimognari; written by Abby McDonald; Two thieves casing the same Christmas Eve job, team up and fall for each other; announced in 2023; filmed in the UK) - TBA

Mr. Christmas (holiday movie starring Tom McLaren, Charlie Schlatter, Casey Burke, Lynda Day George and Nicholle Tom; A man hatches a Christmas movie-inspired to win back his estranged family.) - TBA

The Christmas Letter (holiday movie starring Chevy Chase, Randy Quaid and Angus Benfield; directed by Tori Hunter; written by Michael Cunningham; Spurred on by a wealthy friend’s annual Christmas letter, a man makes it his mission to perfect his life before the next holiday; filmed in Utica, New York) - TBA (Facebook)

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