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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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No Self Control

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader

Summary: Always being teased by her fellow members of Team Taz, she decides to go after her deepest desires when she comes across her love interest, Daniel, in the club; neither of them having any self control when their moment sparks...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (I just wanted to be real dirty yall lmfao)

(Also my first time writing for Daniel so I hope I did well!)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1443

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

My eyes couldn’t help but light up when I heard that swooning whistle that was like music to my ears. It made my knees weak and my face hot every time I heard it, eyes full of desire when Daniel walked past my table at the party, looking down at my dress and winking.

“Ooo,” Ricky whistled, sipping his drink; Hook having to add:

“Who you smiling at like that?”

“Smiling like what?” I tried to play off, but failed miserably.

“You act like we don’t know,” Ricky sighed, laughing at me.

Those two were like brothers to me, but ever since I started talking to Daniel, they either teased me or went into brother mode.

“You know, I’m always stuck with you two,” I noted, taking my drink and flipping my hair, “I’m going to hang with my girls.”

This club was really going, all of the girls out on the dance floor. I finished my drink first because with everyone on the floor, it was bound to be spilled. They knew how to put me in just the right mood to dance, the music flooding my ears and my brain absorbed every sound, taking control of me.

“About damn time you got out here!” Penelope smiled, taking my hand and guiding me to all of us girls on the dance floor, “Looks like you got eyes on you already.”

Even through a crowd of people, I could find Daniel’s eyes. I didn’t even make a move and he was watching with a smirk, waiting for more and I gladly gave that to him.

Penelope had already read my mind, twirling me around and giving me the little push I needed. The music flooded me all over again, my girls and I not afraid to dance, grinding with one another, truly having a fun time.

I ended up so lost in the music, confused with Penelope’s eyes popped with excitement, turning me around and when I felt familiar hands, I knew.

“Hope you saved some for me,” Daniel whispered in my ear, taking me away a bit while we swayed to the music.

His eyes were so alluring, the smirk on his face when I turned actually making my knees weak, but I matched his vibes, feeling how his fingers pressed deeper into my hips when I circled my hips nice and slow, grinding back into him, smiling:

“Think I’d give them my best when you’re here?”

“Your best, huh?” He smirked, licking his lower lip, “So nice of you to save it for me.”

“Wouldn’t want to give it to anyone else,” I turned to whisper back to him, a lush smile on my face while watching his reaction to my hips going round and round, able to feel is bulge grow with every touch and grind.

With smiles, we actually danced a little, but the temptations were vigorous, his hand sliding down to my inner thigh and keeping me against him; the only space between us being the arch of my back, his hands taking strong grips with a slight tremble.

“If you want a little more, all you have to do ask,” I giggled, a whisper past his ear, “Your hands are doing a lot of talking for you.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” He nibbled along my ear, “Just have this feeling that you’re going to say yes.”

Given the surroundings, I was able to blend in with all of the dancing, turning around and palming his hard on, smiling:

“Feeling all that, damn right yes is the answer.”

He knew how to blend in as well, but still bold and brave, a hand under my dress, squish my ass while his lips steamed against mine, “If we get off this dance floor, you can have an even better feel.”

“What are we waiting for then?” I giggled, informing when I felt him take another handful, “And I’m not wearing panties if you want to keep feeling.”

Given the invitation, his hand slid just a bit further, finger running through my folds and getting slicked, a soft bite capturing my lip and pulling a slight moan from me while it pushed into me slowly, the curling of his finger and a slight pump revealing the friction.

I could feel how he was fighting more urges, knowing we couldn’t do it right then and there. Nothing but dirty thoughts beaming through his eyes when he slipped out, keeping my hand while we snuck off of the dance floor.

Private dance room

Privacy was exactly what we need and despite that being a hands-off in the club, Daniel gladly made it ours, rushing in and locking the door.

“Are we even allowed in here?” I laughed and immediately got hit with heat, watching Daniel throw off his shirt and growl against my lips:

“Does it look like I give a fuck right now?”

I quickly shook my head, cupping his face and kissing hard, “But I know a fuck I do want to give right now.”

“I’m giving it to you,” He chuckled, quickly unbuttoning his pants, “You were tight around just my finger, let alone all this.”

“Ain’t my fault you keep turning me on,” I snickered, looking down and feeling his cock for myself, my hand having more than enough to explore and learn, “Now, you gonna give it to me or do I just have to use my hand?”

I got in a few quick strokes, still able to see able to see the heat in his face with the red neon lights against it, the salacity in his eyes beaming back into my gaze.

“You’re taking all of it,” He grinned, sending me back with giggles when he took my ankles and threw my legs up, giggles fading and converting into shrill; Daniel having the turn to laugh when I realized that was only half of his cock, the next shrill even louder when his hips smacked mine, “Every damn inch.”

The impact hit my stomach already, whimpering and enjoying it, squeezing him and able to feel every inch slide back down:

“Ooo, oh my god.”

“Squeezing the fuck out of me, Y/N,” He smiled, pushing my legs further away, hips putting immense amounts of power in every thrust, the chain straps of my chest falling, steaming skin unfamiliar to the coldness, making a breath seize on my chest, choking on moans.

“D-Daniel-l,” I choked, whining hard at his cock hitting every sensitive bump up to my deepest point, massive pressure smacking my clit, able to grab the back of his neck and pull him to a kiss, “I don’t think we’ll be able to stop with you fucking me this good.”

“I know how to lay it down, baby,” He was proud of, eyes turning to see one of my heels pop off, smiling against the moans hitting his lips, “Have fun trying to walk in those later.”

“I don’t care,” I cried, head dropping back when he pushed my legs forward, a pinch in my lower core, “I’m only worried about one thing right now!”

“What’s that, hm?” He toyed, knees hooking onto his shoulders, kisses leading to nips at my jaw and down my neck, hands taking a base on the back of the lounge booth, “Should’ve known the moment you put that ass on me that I’d end up fucking you like this.”

“Mhm!” I whined, gasping at my walls pulsating around him, all of the skin to skin more sensitive and hot, the coil that held my orgasm ready to snap, “I knew you’d be so fucking good!”

Momentarily he looked down, a proud chuckle along with our kiss while he kept pounding his hips into mine, giving almost no space, pointing out, “Got me trapped down here. Gonna cum already?”

I nodded quickly, words failing to form and turning into babbles, becoming harder to breathe, closing my eyes tight to try and focus, but seeing stars and white dots flying everywhere, that coil splitting like fragile hairs.

“I’m cuming, Danny!” That’s all I could get out before my mind was spent spiraling, nothing but moans flying when my hips jerked and I came undone, high off of the feeling.

“Got damn, baby,” He huffed, keeping my knees pinned against the couch, getting the last series of thrusts he had left in him, vision going from black to red and fixing on his face, a little worn, but still as sexy as usual.

“I never liked being impatient so much,” I cooed, smiling as I was given a kiss:

“I just can’t control myself around you.”

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demoneyesanddamagedsouls · 3 years

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Pedro Pascal Character & Misc Characters Fic Recommendations

As you can probably tell my Tumblr is pretty much a Pedro Pascal fanpage and I wanted to share some of my favourite fic recommendations to spread the love and the reading! Please reblog, like and support these wonderful writers!

A lot of these are NSFW so check the tags, ratings and warnings before reading!

I have some writings of my own here if you want to check them out: || Writing Masterlist ||

This will continue to be updated as I continue finding new fics! (Last Update: 19/4/2021)

Pedro Pascal Characters

Din Djarin {The Mandalorian}

More To Love (6 Chapters - ongoing) by @syndxlla

Princess reader in an arranged marriage to the Prince of Mandalore falls in love with her Mandalorian guard...

Something More (12 Chapters - ongoing) by @amiedala

Rebel pilot reader collides with the Mandalorian on Nevarro and becomes his new pilot and babysitter for the little green baby...

Dust (13 Chapters - ongoing) by etchedbox (Ao3)

A smutty western in the stars; two people finding one another. Reader is the Pilot, and he is the Mandalorian...

Atin’la (oneshot) by @pascalpanic

Being a female bounty hunter is a pain in the ass, its a nice change of pace to meet the Mandalorian, the only man in the bounty hunting trade that respects women...

A Gambling Man - Din & Whiskey (oneshot) by @auty-ren

Maybe two of the most hot-headed, stubborn men you've ever met, can come to a special agreement. Especially when the terms of that agreement involve you...

Turning Point (oneshot) by @charnelhouse

I thought Mandalorians didn’t do revenge...

Agent Whiskey {Kingsman: The Golden Circle}

Whiskey & Gin (5 Chapters) by @zeldasayer

70s AU Statesman story filled with opulence, decadence and lust...

Valley Nights (4 Chapters - ongoing) by @jura-moon

It’s 1915 Egypt, and you’re an ambitious librarian assisting on an excavation when American flirt and archaeologist, Jack Daniels, takes an interest…

Wanderlust (3 Chapters) by @scribbledghost

Nomadic reader who stumbles upon a kind bar owner Whiskey, a sweet soft and romantic story...

Not A Whiskey Drinker (4 Chapters - ongoing) by @absurdthirst

Reader gets a job offer from Statesmen Brewery. What happens though when reader realises she had already met her boss?

Heartbeat (3 Chapters) by @autumnleaves1991-blog

Reader is weapons expert for Statesman, but what happens when her crush Whiskey gives her a weapons demonstration? Soft Whiskey in abundance here...

First Time (2 Chapters) by @absurdthirst

Plus sized insecure reader celebrates her birthday with a surprising visitor...

Fera Flores (oneshot) by @absurdthirst

Two angry agents and some flower pollen make for an interesting mission...

Roomies (oneshot) by misomikko (Ao3)

Reader, Whiskey, and the team are staying abroad at a hotel. Reader is saddled with the worst- and best- roommate...

A Good Time - Javier & Whiskey (oneshot) by PapiPascal (Ao3)

Reader is approached by two handsome but very different men at a bar, this sure would be an interesting evening...

A Gambling Man - Din & Whiskey (oneshot) by @auty-ren

Maybe two of the most hot-headed, stubborn men you've ever met, can come to a special agreement. Especially when the terms of that agreement involve you...

Stay With Me (oneshot) by @foli-vora

Whiskey has to leave for work, but can you convince him to stay?

Fall For A Shooting Star (1 Chapter - ongoing) by @yespolkadotkitty

Retired from active duty, Whiskey runs a ranch for people needing protective custody...

Sparring Partners (5 Chapters - ongoing) by @demoneyesanddamagedsouls

You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes? Sorry I included my own one here I’m just super proud of it!

Can you tell who my main comfort character is...

Javier Pena {Narcos}

A Good Man (6 Chapters) by @forever-rogue

Professor AU Javier, reader is a student in his class and he becomes infatuated with her...

Angels of Mercy (10 Chapters) by Maharani_Radha (Ao3)

Narcos AU, Reader is a DEA agent who has caught the eye of the Narco Cartel Boss Javier Pena...

Futile Devices (5 Chapters - ongoing) by @zeldasayer

Back at your families home in Northern Italy you start to fall for your fathers best friend Javier. Does he return your feelings?

Girl Next Door (10 Chapters) by @babypedrito

After a particular run in with your handsome, older neighbour, Javier Peña, you both find yourselves drawn to each other in ways that neither of you thought possible...

Me Olvidarás (1 Chapter - ongoing) by @djarinbarnes

An undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. You meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you...

A Good Time - Javier & Whiskey (oneshot) by PapiPascal (Ao3)

Reader is approached by two handsome but very different men at a bar, this sure would be an interesting evening...

Frankie Morales {Triple Frontier}

The Reader's Guide to Avoiding Redfly (2 Chapters - ongoing) by the_sound_of_inevitability (Ao3)

Reader is being constantly hit on by Redfly and Frankie is acting as your buffer, but is there something more to it?

Take On The World (1 Chapter - ongoing) by @knivesareout

Reader is stood up for a blind date but meets a handsome stranger instead...

Cloud 9 (oneshot) by @221bshrlocked

Reader and Frankie join the mile high club...

Hello Sunshine (oneshot) by @forever-rogue

Reader is given a fake number by her date and ends up texting Frankie, what will develop between them?

And Then We Grew Up (oneshot) by @mouthymandalorian

Frankie morales was your best friend, but he disappeared from your life without an explanation. years later, he finds you in a bar after your life falls part. is it too late for the two of you to patch things up?

Catfish & Sunshine (2 Chapters) by @bookishofalder

Frankie is secretly in love with his best friend. Thanks in part to Benny’s shitty horror movie recommendation and stray ice cream, feelings come out unexpectedly during movie night...

Maxwell Lord {WW84}

Gold Rush (11 Chapters) by @thewayofthemandalorian

Max Lord moves in next door to Reader, no one seems to remember what happened but Reader does, so what happens when she learns that Max Lord is a better man than he seemed?

Yes Professor (oneshot) by @honeymandos

Professor AU Max Lord, Reader is a lazy student and Max Lord is going to get her attention focused...

Pero Tovar {The Great Wall}

and it’s worth it, it’s divine (2 Chapters) by @mouthymandalorian

Reader is determined to win over the angry brute Tovar who seems determined to hate her, but what is hidden beneath that hate?

They Were Roommates (8 Chapters - ongoing) by @f0rever15elf

A dangerous night leads to an interesting living arrangement between you and one grumpy Spaniard...

The Spaniard - Oberyn & Tovar (oneshot) by @absurdthirst

Reader is a partner to Prince Oberyn and you find a new toy in the brutish Spaniard Tovar who was in your court, this should make for an interesting tryst...

Something More (oneshot) by @absurdthirst

A burst of passion in the heat of the moment turns into something more...

By the Sun, Moon, and Stars (oneshot) by @empress-palpat1ne

A gruff and mysterious man frequents the bread line at the bakery where you have taken on work. Inexplicably, you find yourself drawn to him…

Oberyn Martell {Game of Thrones}

The Spaniard - Oberyn & Tovar (oneshot) by @absurdthirst

Reader is a partner to Prince Oberyn and you find a new toy in the brutish Spaniard Tovar who was in your court, this should make for an interesting tryst...

Violence In Our Blood (oneshot) by @ghostwiththemostbitch

Lannister Reader catches the eye of the Prince of Dorne what will happen when these two opposites collide?

Body Say (oneshot) by @queenofthefaceless

An elaborate birthday celebration turns into something steamy with the Dornish Prince. There’s a first time for everything...

Zach Wellison {Brothers & Sisters}

A Room With a View (oneshot) by @absurdthirst

You’ve just caught your boyfriend cheating on you so you run out of your house needing to be anywhere but there, you bump into Zach in Central Park. What will happen?

Oscar Isaac Characters

Poe Dameron {Star Wars}

The Bet (2 Chapters) by @no-droids

Fuckboy Poe and Reader have a bet, how long will the two of them be able to last?

A Fine Line Between Friends (oneshot) by @ghostwiththemostbitch

Reader realises that maybe what they have with Poe is more than just sex...

Santiago Garcia {Triple Frontier}

Violent Tensions (oneshot) by @ghostwiththemostbitch

A heated situation leads to hidden feelings being revealed...

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magpie-to-the-morning · 3 years

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My Writing Blog ❀❀❀ Send in a request ❀❀❀ AO3

Hello lovely readers. My name is Emma and I’m a multifandom nerd with a love for fanfic. I’m open to requests, although it may be awhile before inspiration hits. Feel free to send one in though, or just come say hello!

My blog and my stories are all intended for readers 18 and older - no exceptions. I currently write for various Pedro Pascal characters and Moon Knight. I’ve also written a bit for Stranger Things and House of the Dragon. You can find them under the cut!

Always Toward the Sunshine - Completed

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: A series of seasonally themed domestic fluff and spice with our favorite helicopter pilot.

Taste Like Heaven - Oneshot

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Impending parenthood is not without its challenges, but Frankie’s always got you covered. Late night pains turn to a new experience for the two of you.

Insatiable - Ongoing

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales X OFC (second person POV)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’ve travelled the world looking for home, but what if it finds you? A wolf shifter AU.

Pull the Blinds - Ongoing

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Work is hard and you could both use a break…

In from the Cold - Completed

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’re a bartender with a love life that’s completely DOA. Maybe this charming new regular will turn things around?

With a Twist - Ongoing

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: When Whiskey agrees to join you on a weekend at a fetish convention, you both get more than you bargained for.

Howdy, Pumpkin - One Shot

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: A sweet and spicy autumnal collab with @radiowallet

On Fire from Within - Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’re a newish crew member on the Razor Crest, helping out on a bounty hunting mission when you get hit with a laced dart at a shady brothel. It’s a sex pollen fic lads, you know how this goes!

Stay with Me - Completed

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Summary: You jump into the fray of a hunt to help Din out, and things deteriorate from there.

Come Back to Me - Ongoing

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Highwayman Din historical AU.

Catching Snowflakes - Ongoing

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Din crashes onto an ice planet with his latest bounty. Can the two of you learn to trust each other for long enough to survive?

Crescent - Ongoing

Pairings: Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: After being forced into the darkness, how will you find the light?

Stone Heart - Completed

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all… AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU

Wild Child - Oneshot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: The Queen of Hawkins High can’t be seen with Eddie Munson... can she? Can also be read as Eddie x Chrissy.

Prompts, Requests, and Drabbles

Miscellaneous Thoughts, Thots, and Headcanons

Character banners by @acrossthesestars

#Masterlist #My fic

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i-willstealyourtoes · 3 years

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All you need to know about me

Requests: Closed

Status: Busy

Inbox: 3

Masterpost

(🔔) Progress post on my requests

Fandoms I write for:

Green means I'm confident, orange is semi-confident, red means not confident (I'll attempt all on the list though) + Franchises/Fandoms ranked in order of confidence

Main:

- PAYDAY 2 w/ ALL heisters (semi-excluding Ethan/Hila), Bain, specials (cops), Vlad, Twitch, Bile and Locke(?)

- TF2 w/ ALL the mercs, Miss Pauling, Zhanna, Saxton Hale

- Star Wars: Clone Wars w/ The 501st (as many as I can remember 💀), Domino Squad, Cody, Waxer, Boil, Wolffe, Fox (my interpretation),

- Star Wars: Rebels w/ Ezra, Kanan, Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Rex, Ahsoka, Kallus

- The Bad Batch w/ Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo, Omega (PLATONIC ONLY YOU FUCK), Phee, Gregor, Mayday, Howzer, Riyo Chuchi

- Republic Commando w/ Scorch, Sev, Boss, Fixer, Advisor (I will refer to him as Addy :) )

Others:

- Undertale (no AUs) w/ Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Toriel, Asgore, Mettaton (NEO), BurgerPants, Napstablook, (W.D) Gaster (my int.), Frisk + Chara + Asriel (all platonic + my int.), Grillby (my int.)

- HLVRAI w/ Gordon, Benrey, Tommy, Bubby, Dr Coomer, G-man

- Sleeping Dogs w/ Wei, Jackie, Winston, Conroy, Ricky

- Ghosts (BBC) w/ Thomas, Julian, Kitty, The Captain, Fanny

Others Pt.2:

(The ones I'm the least confident in/know less about)

- Sons of the Forest w/ Kelvin, Virginia

- (OG) Ninjago w/ ALL the (OG) ninjas

- Minecraft: Story Mode w/ Lukas, Jesse, Petra, Axel, Olivia, (old) Order of the Stone

- Henry Stickmin Collection w/ Charles, Henry, Ellie

- Detroit: Become Human w/ Connor, Ralph, Markus, Kara, Gavin, Simon and Daniel

- Faith: The Unholy Trinity w/ John Ward, Father Garcia, Lisa

Rules/what I do(n't) do:

Green is yes, orange is yes (but I'm not too confident in it), red is no

- Canon x reader

- Angst, fluff, lime

- Romantic or platonic parings (please specify for platonic pairs)

- Suicide, SH, mentions of abuse/racism/homophobia/transphobia (NOT FROM THE CHARACTER/READER + NOT DEPICTED AS POSITIVE (ex of a good req: how would (character) defend against racism), death, light gore

- Headcanons/bullet-points

- Monogamy, polyamory (please specify if you want a polyam relationship)

- Match-ups

- Pregnacy fics (I'm not a fan of them but I can try)

- Song/lyric fics (also not a fan but I could still do it)

- Oneshots/multiparters (very unlikely for me)

- Smut

- Canon x Canon (unless it's Canon x reader x Canon)

- Canon x OC / OC x Reader / OC x OC

- Abuse (sexual/domestic) from the character (I accept the situation in which the character accidentally hurts s/o)

- Non-con

- Pedophilia/MAP-behaviour

- Extreme gore (guts, organs)

- Emeto (other illnesses are fine)

My style of writing:

- I prefer to be quite informal with my writing, often including jokes and personal comments in the pieces I make

- I also like putting text colour, italics, bold and small letters since I feel like that adds more character to the piece

- If you don't indicate (in x reader fics) what stage of the relationship the reader is in with the character(s), I will automatically assume they are already dating

- There is currently no character limit, but don't go silly with it lol (10 is probably a good amount but it depends)

Extra:

- Send me '🌱' to send feedback on something (ex: '🌱 - I enjoyed this part, but I think next time you should...)

- Send me '💭' to ask a question (ex: '💭 - What's your favourite show?')

- Send me '🎵' to ask for a song that represents one of the characters in the list above (ex: '🎵 - Song for Dallas?')

This helps me recognise things faster and answer quicker!

Please respect the fact I am only one student with not a ton of free time to write all the time. I also experience blocks in creativity like everyone else, so don't be mad if your request takes a while to come out.

THE PUNISHMENT FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST AFTER I'VE CLOSED MY INBOX IS A SHORTER PIECE!!

Psst... here's a secret link hehe

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starlightsearches · 3 years

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Starlightsearches Writing Requests

Hello y'all, my name is Star and I'm opening up requests for more fandoms and characters. I've spent a little over a year writing exclusively for Star Wars, but I'd like to broaden my horizons!

Characters and Request Rules are below!

Here are the characters I’ll write for:

Light Side (Sequel Trilogy):

Finn

Poe Dameron

Rey

Rose Tico

Dark Side (Sequel Trilogy):

Kylo Ren

Armitage Hux

Captain Phasma

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin

Daniel Brühl Characters:

Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

Adam Driver Characters:

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Marvel Characters:

Baron Helmut Zemo (TFAWS)

Sam Wilson (TFAWS)

Triple Frontier

Santiago Garcia

Ben Miller

Will Miller

Frankie Morales

Request Rules (Requests are open):

1. I won’t write about anything related to self harm, romantic age gaps involving a minor, rape or dubious consent. I try as often as possible to work with the requests that I receive, but occasionally I will refuse or modify a request if I feel like I am not capable of writing it properly. Please know that this is not a critique of those requests, it is about me understanding my limits and capabilities as a writer.

2. All the requests I write are character x reader. As often as possible, I try to make sure that the requests are gender and race neutral, although as a cis woman, I default to my own experiences when writing smut. If you're not comfortable with feminine pronouns or presentation, please let me know in your request.

3. I write for fun in my free-time, so please don’t demand updates. I close my requests down every so often so that I don’t get overwhelmed. Please check to make sure requests are open before sending one in!

4. If you’d like to request a continuation of a oneshot that I have written, I would appreciate it if you could give me something to work with, like a specific situation or event you would like to see. I am willing to continue most of my stories, it just might take a little longer while I plot the next steps in the story.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kriezler x reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan x reader #zemo x you #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you

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janaispunk · 3 months

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inspired by @the-blind-assassin-12 i joined her march fic madness 2024 challenge, with the goal to read and reblog 63 fics in 31 days.

i've read waaaayyyy more than that, but i'll keep going until march is over and add every new fic to this list later:) i'm also thinking about starting a weekly rec list of fics that i've read, i'll obviously still reblog them individually but i think it would be nice to have them in one place, since things can easily get lost on the dash.

in an attempt to keep this somewhat organized, i'll sort this list by character. i love every fic on here, but i do read some dark shit, so please pay attention to the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you <3

part 2! find part 1 here :)

joel miller

clot by @luxurychristmaspudding

santa/cupid joel lore by @covetyou

first frost & sunrise by @5oh5

sleepy joel drabble by @ghotifishreads

hands on your knees by @northernbluess

dr. miller by @endlessthxxghts

wet nights & heat lightning by @shellshocklove

kiss kiss bang bang by @aurorawritestoescape

sanity is a cozy lie by @noxturnalpascal

snowbound by @joeloverture

breath by breath by @ozarkthedog

single dad joel’s dating life by @sweetercalypso

illicit affairs by @schnarfer

7 am by @milla-frenchy

javier peña

call me javi by @wildemaven

to perish twice by @brandyllyn

ways of seeing by @always-andromeda

que manera de despertar by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

bittersweet by @wannab-urs

better man by @dancingtotuyo

dave york

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playdate by @daddy-dins-girl

the violence of you by @whataperfectwasteoftime

“get back down here, we’re not done yet” by @jksprincess10

babysitter pwp oneshot by @auteurdelabre

knife by @wannab-urs

love at first…sight by @goodwithcheese

frankie morales

tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

he with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes by @hellishjoel

something to prove by @writefightandflightclub

what comes after by @mrsmando

oberyn martell

peaches by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

marcus pike

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl

lucien flores

gold chain drabble by @ozarkthedog

mutual by @luxurychristmaspudding

i was fixed on your hand of gold by @freelancearsonist

chained by @5oh5

this high of you & me by @kedsandtubesocks

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take me higher by @seventeenpins

untouched by @lunitawrites

on the verge of a usual mistake (+ dieter bravo) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

jack daniels

losin’ you by @wildemaven

southern nights by @secretelephanttattoo

cave in by @javierssunglasses

ezra

in the dark by @frannyzooey

din djarin

a rule of threes by @5oh5

beneath the mask by @saradika

ted garcia

practice makes perfect by @notjustjavierpena

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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Enjoy all the fantastic fics everyone and don't forget to show love to the writers 💜💜💜 ah also, with series, since it takes me longer to read them or a new chapter comes out, I'm going to add them to the masterlist regardless if I added them the previous month. Basically, if I read a chapter they're going on the list, it just seems fair xx

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categories include: pedro pascal characters (pero tovar, ezra, frankie morales, marcus pike, jack daniels, jack daniels, din djarin, tim rockford, frankie morales, javier p, joel miller)

as always don't forget to check the warnings before reading!

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PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

SERIES

Passenger by @whatsnewalycat (din djarin)

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie (joel miller)

Adjustments by @/softlyspector (joel miller)

The Waffle House Chronicles by @/softlyspector

Strawberry Wine by @pedrito-friskito (joel miller)

Counting Stars by @toomanystoriessolittletime (joel miller)

Short Days, Long Nights by @frannyzooey (joel miller)

Starstruck by @/ezrasbirdie (dieter bravo)

Best Laid Plans by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

Midnight Alley by @prolix-yuy (dieter bravo)

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried (dieter bravo)

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (dieter bravo)

Rockford & Roan by @littlemisspascal (tim rockford)

Weekends with Frankie by @wildemaven (frankie morales)

You Make Loving Fun by @redahlia-writes (frankie morales)

Shots by @julesonrecord (jack daniels)

Palomino by @/fuckyeahdindjarin (jack daniels)

Eyes Open by @radiowallet (marcus moreno)

Down on my knees by @astroboots (frankie morales, santiago garcia | homecoming drabble)

Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman (pero tovar)

ONESHOTS

Catching by @softlyspector (joel miller)

body of water by @lambsigh (joel miller)

all i need to hear by @/lambsigh (joel miller)

moment's silence by @nexusnyx (joel miller)

Lost In The Darkness by @/softlyspector (joel miller)

Pizza Comes Third by @whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

Of All the Gin Joints... by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (Marcus pike)

The Crucible by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

Lead Me Into Temptation by @/whataperfectwasteoftime (marcus pike)

A Walk In The Woods by @mourningbirds1 (javier p)

Protective Big Brother by @absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Landlord From Hell by @/absurdthirst (frankie morales)

Jack Daniels x pirate AU by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Frankie Morales x stripper AU by @/fuckyeahdindjarin

Sheer by @prolix-yuy (maxwell lord)

home is where you’re mine by @inklore (din djarin)

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okimargarvez · 5 years

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FEW HOURS IN LUKE ALVEZ’S MIND - 1

Original title: Few hours in Luke Alvez’s mind.

Prompt: Luke’ POV, memory of war.

Warning: quote of 12x1.

Genre: comedy, family, angst, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 🔦🐶.

Song mentioned: none.

Few hours in Luke Alvez’s mind- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

Part 1-

I spend the whole evening thinking about what Rossi has told me. I was happy to receive that call. Being among the first to know that Daniel Cullen, aka the Crimson King, had participated in the great escape, was very positive. From that cursed day I couldn't take the image out of my head of that monster while was quartering my partner, and, what I never say when I tell the story of his capture, even my best friend. It's something that will haunt me for a lifetime. And of bad things, with the work I do, it's not that I have no way of seeing them.

Is not even to be discussed if I'll collaborate with the BAU, the answer is obviously yes. I want to capture Cullen as much as, but what I’m saying, far more than them. The only thing that kept me going in this period was knowing him right behind bars. But I don't want to definitively join the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'm not a profiler. I don't see myself trying to penetrate the perverse minds of people like Cullen, or worse. And what I do now, I like it. I can't say I adore it, no, but I feel good and in the end, it's not that you can always expect the best.

Roxy enters the room, in all her splendor. As usual, she manages to make me stop thinking about work and tear me a smile. -Come here.- I say, making a sign her to sit on the couch next to me. And she does it, in a rather stormy way. A pillow falls on her head. I stroke her, and she reciprocates me with a kiss.

-What do you say, let's go to bed?- she seems to nod and so we get up, heading towards the bedroom, one next to the other. Another of the things for which I didn't completely lose my mind is her. She stayed near me, during this period. I love her more than my life.

I don't think I will be able to rest seriously, but I must at least try. Tomorrow will be a long day. Wake up early and go to Washington. Roxy certainly will not like the idea of moving. She adores the landscapes of this area, the long tree-lined avenues, the fragrant bushes. But at least until Daniel Cullen goes back where he has to stay permanently (on the other side of the bars), I'll have to go to Quantico very often, so I think it's better that we have a place to stay, so we don't have to come back and forth. And surely, I couldn't leave her here alone, I miss her terribly.

The alarm rings while I'm finishing to get dress. I anticipated it for a full fifteen minutes. As I had imagined, I could hardly close my eyes. I've traveled through several mini dreams, I don't even know if I can define them, I don't remember most of them, but I seem to remember the atmosphere, dark, absurd, properly dreamlike. Some of those were vaguely related about a sort of interview to be hired as a profiler, although it isn't something I want, in reality. Some people all the same, both as clothes and as a physical appearance, indistinguishable between men and women, they asked me quickfire questions, not even I was under questioning or they were making me the test of polygraph. And my answers were always wrong or inaccurate. Only the fact of returning to the real world, panting, sweating and with an extra weight on my heart, convinced me that I had slept at least one or two hours altogether.

Fortunately, the plane lands without a minute's delay, ignoring the fact that, predicting the worst, I booked to get to Quantico an hour earlier. Here I am in front of the headquarters of the Bureau: immense, very high, reminds me of certain buildings filmed in the poetic documentaries of the avant-garde (the influence of my brother is felt). It certainly helps to instill in those who are about to enter, a certain sense of authority and smallness by contrast. But I'm only here as a collaborator, what tormented me is just a dream and it doesn't come close to reality.

As soon as I set foot inside, I am shocked by the number of stairs that branch out in every direction and the counters with beautiful secretaries, apparently available. But I don't need to ask for any information, Rossi has already told me what I needed to know. And so, I take the elevator (normally I wouldn't do it, but I don't want to get sweaty right the day I get to know the other members of the unit, with whom I'll have to spend some time anyway...). I arrive in a flash, too quickly, and I'm immediately punished for this lazy choice: my head is now turning, and a certain sense of nausea is rising... Reminder for the future: don't take the elevator any more.

I risk of bumping into a blonde woman, busy carrying a lot of cards. It'll be my gaze, which despite my efforts is still disoriented, or it'll be her precarious position, the fact is that she raises her eyes to mine a moment before our bodies are likely to collide and this is enough to recognize me as the newcomer, the exterior.

-Hey, you are Luke Alvez, the man of the task force?- her voice isn't exactly as I guessed, it's decided and transmits a great determination. Apparently, she looks like a pretty, sweet woman, but I think she'll reserve more surprises. I nod.

-Exactly, I must have right a lost air, for being caught on the first shot...- I throw one of my friendly smiles. She gives me her right hand, I squeeze it. From the corner of my eye I notice a beautiful wedding ring in the ring finger of the other hand.

-Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ.- it sounds good, it sounds good for her. -I imagine you're here for the case of the Crimson King...- just hearing that nickname make me nervous, but if her notice it, she doesn't seem to give it much weight. -Wait that I place these folder, then I'll show you the way.- she starts heading to a door, I follow her. -We were just about to make a meeting to talk about the progress made so far. Thanks to you, less than half of the escapees came back inside.- in saying the last sentence, she turns to me and gives me a very warm and sincere smile.

-I only did my job...- a lines that seems extrapolated from a classic Hollywood police film. JJ giggles anyway. She opens a locker, throws inside everything she has in her hands, then she closes it.

-Well, we can go.- I nod, without saying anything and I follow her, looking around intrigued, hoping that at least it won't be notice, everything: it is very different from the place where I work, is full of desks, each "decked out" personal way, higher up there must be the offices of the "big bosses". We arrive at the door, this is transparent but so that those on the other side can see us, but not us him. It turns out to be a fairly small room, in the center a round table, chairs, a screen, a blackboard directly attached to one of the glass walls. Sitting on one of them there is just Rossi, next to him a dark-haired man, completely focused on the documents he is reading, but even so it seems to convey a shady air. The Italian-American looks up at the sound of someone entering and realizes that besides JJ there is also someone new, me.

-Luke!- he stands up and reaches us. -I'm glad you managed to get there on time. I see you've met JJ...- we both nod. Even the other man, who should be the boss, is approaching. -Hotch, this is the boy- this term makes me feel extremely young -that helped us to take those criminals...- I feel a certain embarrassment or perhaps it is more awe, when I meet the gaze of the boss.

-Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Aaron Hotcher.- the tone in this case fits perfectly to his person, but also reveals that behind that armor in one piece there is a man loyal to duty but that puts the whole heart in everything he does. Maybe I should really do the profiler, I do nothing but shoot judgments on anyone starting from nuances of the voice and ways of doing, as I have set foot in Quantico. He holds out his hand and for the umpteenth time, certainly not the last, I find myself doing this formal ritual.

-Luke Alvez.- at the same time a tall, slender, professional-looking brunette woman comes.

-Excuse the delay, the damn coffee machine has decided not to cooperate...- she notices me early enough, not that it is a very complex operation. Probably they didn’t explain to all members of the team the possibility of a collaboration on my part, because she appears confusing. I don’t know whether to resolve the problem directly or if I have to wait for the boss to introduce me. In the end, luckily, Rossi thinks about it.

-Tara, remember that we asked for someone who could help us to capture the escapees?- after a few seconds, she nods. For a moment she seems lost in who knows what memory. -Here, he is our trump card- if he continues like this, he will make me blush -Luke Alvez , task force.- I approach her, shake her hand, her is a very delicate hold, perfectly matched with the tone of her velvety voice.

-Tara Lewis.- I hope that for now the pleasantries are over, but it is a rather utopian desire. I seemed to remember that they were more, of course, a few months ago they lost one of their member, some voices have come in my house, he was kidnapped him and then someone had shot his pregnant wife... logical that he decided to move on. However, they still seem to me too few.

-Unfortunately we can’t begin, we must wait for our computer technician.- Hotchner explains, probably turning more to me than to others. I nod, everyone sits down, so I do too. A few minutes later the door opens (apparently for the last time) and, stumbling, hidden by a pile of yellow folders that remind me of the years in the police, and a computer, enters a woman, a spot of various shades of pink and yellow, the color of her hair. Of course, when the boss told "our computer technician", I thought he was referring to a man, but it was a masculine thought, the result of a legacy still present in our society, however much we would deny it and affirm the opposite. Resting the material on the table, finally she reveals her figure, even if for a few seconds. She quickly distributes the folders, one in front of me and I can’t help but notice the amount of bracelets and the variety of shapes that adorn her arm, as well as the colored nails in a very creative way. OK, the nerds are pretty eccentric, but I could never have expected a similar computer scientist. Rossi tries to get her attention, but she clearly ignores him, preferring to dedicate herself to the screen, which suddenly comes on.

-We can start.- Hotchner says solemnly. Nobody replies anything, only the blond woman, the only one left standing, who nods and handling what looks like a common remote control, starts the presentation of the case.

-As you all know, not the all evaded have yet been captured. Last night, in Durham, a man was sighted whose description corresponded exactly to that of the wanted number one: Peter Lewis, aka Mister Scratch.- first a map appears to locate exactly the detection area, next to a picture that I remember, one of the worst serial killers that America has known. Yet a part of me is distracted by the thought of how much the analyst's voice is sweet. Sweet, I can’t think of another adjective that can describe it well. -...unfortunately there are no cameras in that area, so we have only the testimony of a woman who was walking with her dog.- I try to go back to concentrating on serious things, even if it is a complex matter, because the gaze is attracted , willy-nilly, towards those bright colors that completely contrast with the things we are talking about in this room, with the photographs projected on the screen behind her (many victims of Scratch, almost used as a reminder to have one more reason to find him) and with the atmosphere in general.

-We have any kind of identikit?- Tara asks, sitting next to me. The woman, of whom I don’t even know the name, nods and here appears what is required. There is no doubt that there are significant similarities with the killer who enjoys not killing, preferring to push others to do so, prey to nightmares and dark visions.

-Unfortunately the situation remains virtually unchanged.- the comment seems to close the question, it’s the oldest in the room who has talking.

-Dave is right.- the boss is in agreement. -We can move on to the second topic of the day, the main reason why agent Alvez is among us.- I feel the lights of the spotlight on me. Without having to add anything else, every data about Lewis disappears and in its place, peeks out the seemingly normal face, perhaps even more frightening, of the criminal that I more hate, of the man who has ruined Phil's life and by reflex also mine, ripping off whole nights of sleep and serenity, that I will not get back...

-Daniel Cullen, also known as the Crimson King.- I realize after a few seconds that my hand is tigh in a fist. I try to relax, with poor results. -There is no news from the escape, but an anonymous source, a call from a telephone booth, to be exact. He told Durham police he had seen Cullen with Mister Scratch. This is the only thread we can follow to get out of the maze.- the joke rips out a few laughs to the colleagues, but not to Hotcher, who remains serious.

-If there are no other comments- he even says, almost scolding the blonde, who raises her eyes to the sky (probably they are used to it, among them will be a kind of game or ritual) -I would say that for today we can conclude. Agent Alvez, do you feel like joining us in the search?- is the simplest question someone could ask me. -We do not know exactly when the track on Cullen will open again.- he adds, but I have already made a decision.

-Sure.- he nods, satisfied.

-Ok, then if there isn’t other news, we will update tomorrow morning.- and repeated what looks like a formula now standardized, the meeting is dissolved, all stand up, JJ reaches the other blonde and exchange a few words with her, I can’t distinguish enough to understand the logical sense. And it should not interest me. I see Rossi and Tara coming out and, in a moment, we are left alone. It seems to me the right moment to conclude the presentations and finally to give a name to her too, which launches an almost painful and desperate look in the direction where her colleague has disappeared. Then I'll stop calling her just the blonde or computer technician.

-Hey, we haven’t be introduced yet, I'm the agent of the task force, Luke Alvez.- she seems to hardly direct the eyes in my direction and takes much longer than normal to allow them to cross with mine. Her are brown, but not dark, of various shades of hazelnut, framed beautifully by a pair of pink glasses (rightly matched to the clothes) and long and refined eyelashes.

-Penelope Garcia.- the tone is very different from the one she used during the meeting, absurdly it seems darker at this moment, than when she was intent on commenting horrible images. The name is interesting, certainly not really common, yet truly mythical or mythological. And the surname makes me think of a background that is closer to mine, and yet her appearance does not seem that of a Latin, American or not. We exchange a hasty close, which gives me the time to just guess the freshness of her skin. Even her ring finger, like that of JJ, is occupied by a ring, but unlike the other blonde, is in good company. You don’t need to be a profiler to say that she likes all kinds of wearable accessories. -Now I'm sorry, but I'm very busy.- said this, she takes her computer and virtually without even looking at me, leaves the room. That's why I could never be a good profiler: from the way she is dressed, she has talked and even from her tone of voice, I would have imagined anything but a woman as cold and detached as she seems now.

As I mull over, I look up and find myself in front of a tall, very young man, definitely more than me, lightly long and long brown hair, a particular look and a briefcase in one hand.

-Luke Alvez?- he asks and I wonder if by chance I don’t have an ID sticker printed on the front. I nod. -I’m Spencer Reid.- that name reminds me of some detail provided by Rossi (of course).

-Ah! No handshaking, right? Your reputation precedes you.- the other is pleasantly impressed and smiles.

-I just came back and we already have a case.- he goes to a desk, collects something, some sheets, a book, then closes his bag with a click. He turns in my direction and seems to be about to say something but is interrupted by the entrance of the three ladies of the BAU, two blondes and a brunette. The smallest accelerates the pace and reaches us.

-Spencer!- she exclaims with great joy, and then hugs him with a lot of transport. I move away a few inches, partly embarrassed to be unwittingly the third wheel in what seems like a private moment. Here comes the other two, Tara greets the young man with a smile, while Penelope takes the place of JJ, hugging him with a lot of tenderness.

-How are you, my boy wonder?- the voice takes with more force those sweet nuances that I had guessed while she was explaining the case and that has not had only with me. She doesn’t give him the time to answer. -And how is your mother?- but maternal is the adjective that I would use to describe her attitude, in general, towards Spencer. The way she scrutinizes him, apprehensively, her gestures, precise and delicate.

-She is much better.- he exclaims, opening his serious face in a big smile.

-JJ, where can I find your archive? I would like to see all the material you have about... Daniel Cullen.- the blonde nods, but glances at the computer technician.

-If you are looking for information, of any kind, she is the woman to whom you must address.- this phrase comes out with an almost complacent tone, even if I don’t understand the reasons. The other realizes that she has been called into question and turns towards us. -Garcia, could you help Luke find the complete file on the Crimson King?- she asks, before I can do it, leaving me a bit confused. I don’t understand why she seems to want to be an intermediary between us. Garcia nods, snorting and throwing a look that I would call homicidal, just directed to JJ, who smiles strangely once again. Something is happening that I'm completely unaware of. But for now, I decided to pretend nothing happened.

-Follow me.- says Penelope, without even looking at me, start to walking regardless of whether I'm behind her or not. I quickly greet the others and reach out to her. It makes me feel strange, that she is the only one that uses this formal tone. Even Hotch immediately talked to me in another tone and practically demanded the same from me. And after have seen her interact with Spencer, I don’t think she is a super formal type, but... maybe it's better to refrain from judging, for today. We enter a room surrounded by lockers, like those in the libraries where the old catalogs were kept. The rest is made up of files and rows of tables, each equipped with a computer that doesn’t seem to last generation at all. She approaches one, turning it on, typing in a password (even if I don’t have time to follow her fingers flickering on the keys) and the screen lights up. -Here, it is enough that you type the name you need in this space and you will see a list of everything you need. In part it will be directly present in the system in electronic format and if you want you can print a copy. Otherwise, an acronym will appear that corresponds to the location of the document you are looking for. At this point you will have to turn to one of the archivists.- she explains in a calm voice, totally devoid of those pretty inflexions she had just a moment ago. -Good work.- and she goes away.

-Thank you.- I reply, too late.

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okimargarvez · 5 years

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FEW HOURS IN LUKE ALVEZ’S MIND -3

Original title: Few hours in Luke Alvez’s mind.

Prompt: Luke’ POV, memory of war.

Warning: quote of 12x1.

Genre: comedy, family, angst, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot.

Legend: 🔦🐶.

Song mentioned: none.

Few hours in Luke Alvez’s mind- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

This part is dedicated to inlovewithgarvaz.

Part 3-

The chief, Hotchner, who everyone calls Hotch, has a private office. In the grip of a moment of discouragement, I decide to try to express my doubts directly with him. I knock the door.

-Yeah?- it comes a voice from inside. I open the door.

-You got a second?- I ask, standing in the doorway. He nods. He is sitting at the desk. The room is small, but well furnished.

-Yeah, sure.- I hesitate again.

-May I?- he is stronger than me. It puts awe. I seem to be in front of a professor before the exam begins. Or when I was going to ask for information on how to proceed with the thesis.

-Yeah, have a seat.- he must guess my embarrassment. It's too obvious. I execute the order. And I take courage.

-So I'm up to speed on all the fugitives this team is hunting, which means I read up on all of Peter Lewis' victims. And, uh, I saw that…- he interrupts me before I can finish the sentence.

-You saw that I was one of them.- he admits simply, without any effort. Yet in those pages I have read terrible things. Not only has he been among those whom Lewis has subjugated (and believe him, even just knowing him, it is difficult), but he has also been targeted by another "unknown subject", if possible even worse... George Foyet, the Reaper, killed his wife. I can’t even imagine the pain he felt. But I also know that the latter doesn’t run the risk of being released. He killed him, even though in the final report it is written in self-defense, I can’t believe he would have done so even if it hadn’t been a danger at that time.

-Yeah...- I admit- I don't want to know what happened. I just want to know… Don't you want to kill him?- the question is legitimate. He looks at me for a moment, before replying.

-Do you want to kill Daniel Cullen?- he answers me with another question.

-I took an oath to uphold the laws of this country. So… Yeah. Yeah, I want to kill him.- and I need it, to rediscover the serenity. To stop seeing those horrible images every time I close my eyes. To begin to believe the words of Phil. It wasn’t your fault. But yes, because I should have been there, in his place, under-coverage. I was older than him, more experienced, theoretically. I didn’t have a wife, not even a girlfriend, waiting for me at home. The rest of my family has always known that something could happen to me, given the choices I made in my life. I am convinced that I would be less hurt, if I were now the one who has to recover from the attempt to open the stomach. I would feel less... helpless.

-Why?- Hotch's voice penetrates through my thoughts.

-You read my personnel file.- I try to avoid having to say it clearly.

-I want t hear your version.- is not a suggestion, but an order.

I sigh -Ok. All right.- I take a breath, before doing the big confession. -Anyone that asks, I tell them that we caught him in the act.- I lower my eyes, I report it on the man in front of me. -Which is the truth. What I don't tell them is that the act that I caught him in was him cutting open my partner, who he somehow figured out was FBI.- I am catapulted back in time, I still feel to hear again those words. -"Try not to finch!"- I repeat. -Phil told me later that’s what he said.- I conclude.

-I strongly believe that men like Daniel Cullen and Peter Lewis belong in 5-foot by 8-foot cells where they can live out their lives as failures, instead of dying thinking that they accomplished something.- he says without anger. It would be nice to think of it in the same way.

-I'm not there yet.- the view gets blurred. I'm not going to cry. But being indifferent to certain things is not possible. And I'm not even that good at hiding what I feel.

Hotch understands it perfectly. -Let's talk about right now. I wanted you on this case because I know that you're driven to find Cullen. I know that you're a good tracker. If there's something in this profile that you're not agreeing with, I'd like to know what it is.- well, the moment of truth has arrived.

-You’re not gonna like it.- he nods, as if he had already imagined it.

-Then everybody should hear it.- he stands up. We move to the meeting room, where there are all the others. It's the first time that I’m going to expose me like that. My opinions of non-profiler, before experts in this field, what value will they have?

-You can't analyze a fugitive's actions on the outside without taking into account what he did on the inside. So what did Peter Lewis do on the inside?- it might seem like a rhetorical question.

-Nothing, he was a model prisoner.- Spencer answers. I don’t want to contradict him.

-No, it goes further than that. He had no contact with other convicts. He didn't join or get pressured into a gang. When he gets out, he picks up as if no time had passed.- the implications in my sentence are obvious.

-So he had the resources in place before we arrested him.- the first that understands it is JJ.

-A safe house to stay in, backup supplies of his drugs.- Rossi continues.

I nod. -He could have gone anywhere in the country. I mean, anywhere in the world, probably. Then he came here. To Tempe, Arizona?- I try to use a tone that makes clear what I think. It is not really one of the most famous countries in America.

-He had the highest concentration of targets with D.I.D. here.- the doctor insists.

I turn to him, looking at him directly. -You said he wouldn't reveal himself until his plan was foolproof. Right? This isn't foolproof. Brian and Chelsea have been failures. But what part of his plan has worked?- I don’t give anyone time to answer. -Us. You see where I'm going with this? Most fugitives, they do everything they can to stay on the D.L. He's courted our attention from the beginning. Where I keep hitting a wall is why.- my contribution practically ends here.

-Especially if he already has a list of all the kids that went to that camp.- Tara continues to reflect, taking the floor for the first time since we started discussing.

-Maybe we need to re-evaluate our presumptions. When Peter Lewis needed information before, he hacked Quantico.- Hotch exchanges a glance with everyone else, except the brunette woman who carries the same surname as the unsub we are chasing.

-Well, he can’t do that again.- says the blonde.

-So, maybe he’s going to get his information from us.- the leader concludes.

-And we're compiling the very list he would want.- Dave punches his desk.

-We know all his tricks. We're not gonna give him the list.- JJ can’t understand. -The police aren’t. How is he gonna get it?- the answer comes from the other woman present.

-Brian.- Tara exclaims, while a shadow seems to pass in front of her eyes. -I asked officer Duke to go over the list with him once Garcia had somenthing.- she turns to the chief. -Oh, god, Hotch. I'm so sorry.- the man doesn’t reply anything, but starts a call.

Without being named, the shapely blonde on the other side answers. -Yes, sir.- I can even imagine her in this office. With too much ease. Everyone exchanges worried looks. Only Tara keeps her eyes on the floor, obviously feeling guilty. I know what she feels. For four years I have never stopped feeling guilty.

-Garcia, don’t distribute the list!- it is not a video call, yet that moment of hesitation is clear even only vocally.

-But...- crisis. What she has to hear right now, is that she made a mistake. -It...- she doesn’t know what to say. Yet she didn’t seem to me a person who has problems in finding topics of conversation. -I just hit sent.- Hotch doesn’t add anything else, but ends the call abruptly. JJ stares at him. The two blondes are probably very friendly. And although I do nothing but proceed by hypothesis, I think it is very evident that she feels obliged to protect her.

-Why do you have to treat her like that?- I hear that she whispers in a low voice to the chief, without an ounce of fear. Man merely observes her. The other surrenders.

-Well, now we know who the copycat is.- Rossi tries to find a positive side in the current situation.

-What's scientifically revolutionary is that Peter Lewis isn't just inducing an already existing alternate, he's actually creating one. Brian thinks he is the Crimson King. That's undocumented in D.I.D. literature.- not just the amazement, but declared admiration is highlighted in Spencer's tone. I haven’t yet fully framed him, but I understood that his fame was not very far from reality.

-It's possible, with the right balance of drugs and torture.- adds Tara.

-Peter Lewis never tortured before.- JJ shows horrified.

-He does mentally, by hypnotizing his victims into self-harm. It explains Brian's shallow wounds.- and the words of Hotch have a different weight, from the speculations of his colleagues. Because they are those of those who have passed it. They are a direct testimony.

-Tara, you mean he cut himself?- I ask.

-It was all there in the story that he told me. I just didn't see it.- the criminal psychologist continues to blame herself. Before leaving on this mission, after having known all of them, I asked a few questions around, to inform me about the people with whom I should have

collaborate.

-D.I.D. is usually the result of trauma. If Peter Lewis could build an alternate like this through hypnotic suggestion, it means that Brian has some propensity for psychopathy in his past.- Reid looks out of the corner of his eye towards Tara.

-Lewis, did you locate the parents?- Hotch asks.

-Yeah.- says the woman.

- All right. See what kind of history you can get from them. The rest of us need to look at every clue again through the prism of Brian as Trojan horse.- saying this the meeting melts. There are just me and Rossi.

-Where is the evidence room?- I ask the latter. He makes the way.

I extract that kind of bar covered with holes for the arms and the head.

-So, this. Why would Peter Lewis make Brian wear it?- I ask.

-So we wouldn’t question that he was a victim.- says the eldest of us. I nod, but that's not all.

-It worked, huh? Cullen hand-made his.- and I am expert, in spite of myself, of this subject. I can think of many evenings spent in the office settling all that crap of material but knowing that the bastard was in prison. -Peter Lewis knew that. Knew enough to copy the lock bolt mechanism. Not enough to sew it himself. A machine-stitched this.- and now I smile, perhaps for the first time since we're in Temple.

-So he had to order it.- I raise my eyes in an emblematic way. He extracts the phone and starts a call. He puts the speakerphone.

-Ready and waiting.- answers the blonde's voice on the other side. And once again it is far too easy to materialize her and move on with fantasy towards dark shores. What's happening to me? Why suddenly this kind of thoughts cross my mind? Fortunately, I'm the only one to have access to it.

-Garcia, we need leather experts in the Phoenix and Temple areas.- explains Rossi.

But I decide to express my opinion. -Yeah, I think the leather experts might have asked too many questions.- then, I turning to the phone, then to her. -Uh, and Garcia, if you don’t mind, checking sex shops and BDSM specialists. The more extreme, the better.- I am making a strange effect to make such a request, but I really believe that Lewis was forced to turn to someone who wouldn’t have made too many problems, wondering what such a deal could have served. Silence. No answer comes from the other end of the line. Yet rumors told me that she and what was there before, Agent Morgan, were very famous for their... hot conversation, so much to have forced the entire department to carry out a series of cycles on how you behave with colleagues and how to avoid mobbing.

-Garcia?- Rossi finally calls her.

There's a kind of sigh of suffering. -I'll send Agent Alvez that list now. Good bye.- and she vanishes, abruptly interrupting the call, as before Hotch had done with her. I look at my phone. I register the new sender under the name Garcia BAU , but not entirely convinced that it will remain so informal.

After having tell to the others about the news, Hotch orders Spencer and me to go around all the shops in the area that may have treated that article. I'm happy to go with him, because with his attitude I will feel less embarrassed, like it was with JJ or Tara. Or worse, Hotch. Even with Rossi I would have felt at ease. And with Garcia... forget it.

We enter the third store today - This guy ordered this arm spreader. Um, two of them, actually.- the girl on the other side of the bar will have at most twenty years. Blonde, very short hair, nose piercing. In short, the stereotype of the clerk for a place like that.

-Two of them? So where is the other one?- I turn to my colleague.

-Um, could I see your badge again?- she asks Spencer instead.

-Is there a problem?- he frowns.

-Uhm... yeah, ok, the guy who ordered them, the name he left on the invoice was Dr. Spencer Reid.- now she looks at both.

-Did he pay with my credit card also?- he presses her.

The young girl shakes her head -Cash.- then she throws a smart look. -I knew he was sketchy. Guys like him give S&M a bad rap. Which is why I did ask for a copy of Dr. Reid's driver's license, which he gave me happily.- she shrugs.

-We’ll need to see that right now.- I intervene.

-Oh, uh.- she goes down to take it.

As soon as we get in the car Spencer starts a call to "our" computer technician. -He was all up in your business, boy wonder.- for the first time, she seems to be indifferent to the fact that I'm listening too. -He used your social security number to do a change of address and everything, but... speaking of addresses, we have a local one for him.- from the corner of my eye I see Reid unconsciously nod.

-Good. Get that information to the rest of the team and the police, please. We need to assume he has the same level of personal information for the entire BAU.- his manner of speaking is so different from that of anyone else. He seems more like a... a university professor, than an FBI agent.

-And Daniel Cullen.- I add.

-But we ruled out his involvement.- we seem about to discuss. But no one has closed the call, so Penelope is theoretically still listening.

-Now I'm not sure. Peter Lewis copied a specific detail of the Cullen’s arm spreader, one that wasn’t in a public record. The only way he could have gotten it is if the real Crimson King has been a part of this all along.- the other man is able to pretend to agree with me.

-I send everything to the others.- the sweet and strangely fragile voice of the blonde intrudes. I thank her mentally. Although she doesn’t seem to be very nice with me, at least she took my idea into consideration. Then we hear a beep at the end of the conversation. And a moment later the young doctor's phone lights up again.

-Reid, Luke, the police are 10 minutes out.- Rossi warns us.

-That could be a problem. If the police try to convince Brian he is not the Crimson King, he could get unstable.- I think it is the first time that a sentence uttered by him doesn’t seem perfectly good.

-Guys we might have a solution. Try to keep Brian calm. We're on our way.- Tara seems to have found confidence in herself again. A few minutes later we reach our destination. Parking, we go down. As if we had already done it before, or if we had agreed, I open the door wide and Spencer come in, shouting.

-FBI! Drop the weapon!- his gun is aimed at the boy. His gaze is crazy. Much more than Cullen's when I caught him dealing with parts of Phil's body.

-No! Try not to finch!- that sentence is more than I can bear. Then I realize that the man to whom he is aiming at the throat with a knife is really my personal monster. Daniel Cullen. And if Brian's might sound scary, the Crimson King's is terrified. He rolls his eyes everywhere, shining with terror. I should feel happy to see him suffer. Why it’s not so?

-Help me...-he whispers, while the blade presses lightly on his skin.

-The Crimson King doesn’t kill. He doesn’t have to. Remember?- he tries to bring the boy back to reason, but I don’t think it's possible. Despite myself, I am forced to help him. Hotch is right, a prison is better than a painful death for less than a second. It would be much better for him to have all the time to think about what he did.

-That’s right. You kill, and it's over. But if you let him go, he has to live the rest of his life as a failure, is not that what you really want?- yet I'm not asking the question to Brian, but to myself.

-No! That’s not enough.- and it's not even for me. I hear footsteps behind us. Tara and JJ also appear.

-No one is going to hurt you like that ever again. Nobody. Never again.- it is understood that the brunette is a psychologist. Her tone is sweet and understanding. What he really needs. He trembles but doesn’t give up.

-Back off! I mean it!- yet it sounds like a plea.

-We can’t do that. Ok? Someone told you to do this. But this is not who you are, is it? We know that.- do we really know? This boy suffered one of the most horrible things in the world: he was the victim of those who were supposed to protect him. Those who should have taken care of him. Too many conditions in a few lines. But the most tragic thing is that it forces me to think that if Brian became so because he was fragile... what was the reason Cullen became the Crimson King? Does pure evil exist, absolute black or do we have to deal with many more shades of gray?

-No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again.- reiterates the same sentence JJ.

-Nobody hurt me, I hurt them.- it is an attempt not to feel in complete mercy of others. To affirm that he still has control of himself and his actions. But, partly for his fortune, it is not like that.

-Yes, they did hurt you. They cut you when you were little. And then right here on this very table, you saw your own blood and you didn't know what to do, so you became the Crimson King to protect yourself. No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again.-will I ever be so tolerant, so understanding, so human? I fear that the man in front of me has eliminated this possibility from my soul four years ago.

-No one is gonna hurt you like that ever again.- the blonde repeats again. It almost seems like a sing-song, a nursery rhyme for children. Of those that, if deliberately slowed down, become perfect soundtrack for a horror film.

-Do you remember Eliza? Angelica? What they used to say to you at the foster home to calm you down? No one is going to hurt you like that ever again.- his eyes wander over the woman. Then he abandons the knife. A part of me is not happy. If I were a believer, I should go to confession.

-Do you promise?- a child wouldn’t seem less innocent than him.

-Yeah, I promise.- handcuffs are put on him. The boy looks at her scared. -Brian, this is for your own protection, ok? We’re taking you into custody, for your safety.- he nods. He desperately needs to trust her.

-Tara?- he calls her once again.

-Yes?- she stays close to him.

-Oh, my God, what did I do?- and here the Crimson King no longer exists.

-I’m going to be with you every step of the way. All right? I’m not leaving your side.- a promise that weighs heavily. But now my attention completely falls on the other man, left in the room. Extracting the handcuffs, I put them on him. The latter seems even more stunned than Brian.

-Thank you. Both of you.- I clench my fist to keep myself from pulling it in his face and smashing his jaw, that so easily chuckled with satisfaction while my partner lay in a state of semi-consciousness, but was perfectly able to feel the pain and whatever he did to him.

-No, don’t thank us! You’re under arrest.- I try to carry on the pantomime, but it is clear that the time has not come when I will have my revenge.

-Ok... for what? What... what did I do?- he can’t really forget it.

-Must have dosed him to make him lose his memory so we couldn't get any answers out of him.- Spencer tries to calm down me, with his usual pedantic tone even if he doesn’t want to be, too smart and rational to be able to tolerate it. In order not to vent myself with him, I concentrate all my energy on the monster.

-Now, we’ve met. Three years ago. Hmm? What's my name? What was my partner's name?- I shout until I almost lose my voice.

-I don’t know!- is the truth, but I can’t accept it.

-You’re faking it!- I shout even louder.

-Luke...- I completely ignore Reid's voice trying to intrude.

-You’re faking it.- I repeat with a lower tone, now defeated.

-Luke...- he repeats. I have tears in my eyes. More than anger or pain?

-You’re faking it. What's your name? What's your name? Say it! - but I don’t get any answers. Because maybe it's not there. There really never was.

-I don’t know. Tell me. Please.- and I wish I could do it. Have time to tell him what kind of man he was, if he really doesn’t remember him anymore. Let him know how rotten it was. Scream in his face that has ruined Phil's life and mine too. Which is his fault if I can’t sleep anymore and the only living thing I can stay with, without having to hide what I've become and what I feel, is Roxy.

But Spencer takes him by the shoulders and takes him away, taking away from me even this last satisfaction.

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REUNION

Original title: Reunion.

Prompt: Luke and Phil, with their girls, go to the Reunion of comrades.

Warning: O.C.

Genre: comic, comedy, friendship, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Phil Brooks, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez, PhilxO.C.

Note: oneshot, part 40 of Garvez canon Life.

Legend: 💑😘🎈.

Song mentioned: None.

GARVEZ STORIES

Hey, in this story you'll finally met Phil’ girfriend, Samantha. I thought she is played by Amanda Righetti, because I loved her in The Mentalis as Grace Van Pelt. She will appear also in another pieces of this collection.

REUNION

-Hey, hey, look who's standing almost alone!- Luke lets go of Penelope's hand to walk towards his best friend, who shakes his head, amused.

-Bro, you have to thank the crutches and the presence of these two ladies, otherwise I'd show you who needs help to stand upright.- he answers with the same tone, before they give a brief hug. The two women silently laugh, each one from their position.

-I love you too.- the Latin gives him a pat on the back, not too strong.

Shocked by chills of cold, the redhead decides to break the atmosphere. -Guys, may we come in?- she hides her hands in her coat pockets. Phil reaches her at the entrance to the club.

-Yes, I'm anxious to hear some embarrassing anecdote about you.- says Penelope, a mischievous grimace on her lips, the fire burning in her eyes.

-Uh, so did you come here just for that reason?- he asks her only to provoke her. Phil and Samantha rotate their eyes in perfect sync, then burst out laughing.

-It seems obvious to me.- she says, before leaning towards him, who does the same thing, and getting lost in his mouth. Phil looks at his girlfriend, who spreads her arms.

-Buddy, Samantha and I, we are entering. You do as you please.- two thumbs up indicate that they have heard it, but they continue to kiss passionately.

-It looks like they've just started dating!- says the redhead, keeping the door open for Phil. -But how do they do it?- but he doesn’t have an answer. Shortly after they are joined by lovebirds.

-I... maybe...- Penelope seems suddenly uncertain, less sure of herself. -... yes, I think it's better than I’m going to the bathroom.- but Luke grabs her by the edge of her coat.

-Oh no, now you're staying here.- he presses her against his chest. -It's a week that you make fun of me about this evening, I will not let you escape because suddenly you feel that you aren't as the other wives and girlfriends.- he whispers, in a low voice, making her shiver.

-I hate profiler.- she answers, in a groan. Then they come off, just in time, because a blond man, with short hair and light eyes, approaches them. He holds her by the side, moving his fingers imperceptibly.

-Hey, but look who is here!- they shake hands. -Alvez! How are you doing?- he asks.

-Good, Edwards.- he replies. -This is my fiancee, Penelope.- she smiles at him and greets him with her free hand. -We both work for BAU.- he exclaims proudly.

-Wow, you have made strides.- he seems amazed, and he is actually, but to see him with a woman. -Instead, I moved to the navy. I saw beautiful places, of course, in horrible conditions...- the eyes wander behind them. -...hey, but is that Brooks? Why does he bring crutches?- Luke feels his tongue paralyzed.

-It was about five or six years ago, during a mission, when Luke was part of the fugitive team. It was during the Crimson King' mission, Daniel Cullen.- she explains in his place.

-Oh, damn it.- Edwards raises an eyebrow. -I'm going to say hello, we'll see you later.- they both nod, then he lets a sigh go.

-Hey, baby, thank you.- he strokes her cheek. -You were not required to speak in my place. By now I should be over it, do not you think?- she shakes her head.

-Is there an expiration date, for traumas, like on a yogurt?- she asks him ironically. -And there is no problem. It didn't weigh me, doing it.- she says firmly. -Hey, there's a man who's doing everything to get your attention.- he's bald, with two broad shoulders and a hard face.

Luke looks in that direction. -I can't believe it!- he walks towards the man. -Richard Pawloski?- he asks, uncertain. The other's face melts into a smile.

-Luke Alvez.- he gives him a pat. -I don’t see why you should be so surprised to see me slightly balding, when you're holding hands with a beautiful blonde...- he turns to her. -I’m Richard.- he says with a gallant tone.

-Penelope.- she says, with a smile.

-I'm being indiscreet, but how long have you been together?- he asks.

-Almost two years.- Luke answers first. Richard whistles to express his amazement.

-However! I would say that we lost the bet.- seeing the uncertainty of Penelope, he hurries to explain. -You have to know, darling, that Luke was constantly being teased because he never allowed himself a story, a fling... neither with women, nor with men.- he wants to specify. -It seemed that he didn’t care about sex, but I see you've changed your mind...- he winks.

-Yes, Ricky.- he tries not to sound too exasperated.

-I'm happy for you.- he finally says sincerely. So he pulls something out of his pocket. -Hey, Penelope, if things go wrong... this is my number.- and hands it to her. -Call me!- he says before saying goodbye. Penelope looks at the note in disbelief.

-But has he really flirt with me?- she asks perhaps more to herself than Luke.

-He flirts with all the women.- he answers. -And usually, he reaches the goal.- he seems a little annoyed. -Don't think about his physical appearance... the girls all fell on his feet.-

-So, girls, what are your thoughts about the evening?- Phil asks, sitting in the passenger seat.

-Mah, I'm disappointed.- the blonde responds first. -I haven’t discovered anything new about you.- Samantha bites her lips, undecided, finally, explodes.

-Are you sure you can handle the blow?- she asks. -I know the real bomb of the century.- she announces.

-Sammie, you scare me.- she answers.

-And you should be.- she says. -Ready?- she waits for her to nod. -Ok. Phil had a crush on you.- she says, going straight to the point. She has always been a direct girl.

-Samantha!- her boyfriend scolds her, turning to the women. She shrugs.

-What???- Penelope seems really in shock. -Are you joking?- she asks her, but the other shakes her head. -Luke, did you know?- a suspect makes its way into her mind.

-Crash and burn.- says the driver.

She looks at them one by one. -Everybody knew about this except me?- silence embarrassed.

-Sorry, Penelope, when you two came to me that day, I immediately thought you were very pretty and interesting.- Phil feels the need to justify himself. -I did introduce Lisa and Luke and I tormented him for months, but he always ignored me.- he concludes.

-Now different things make sense.- meditates the blonde.

-Are you angry?- Luke asks, looking for her eyes in the rearview mirror.

-I don’t know. It's all like that... wow.- she shakes her head.

-I warned you it was a bomb.- reiterates Samantha. -What's there, what did I say?-

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