#garcy prompts

[qqueenofhades]

For a winter-themed prompt: our favorite time travelers and something involving piles of blankets?

"Lucy," Flynn says, with just enough bite in the growl of his voice to make it plain that this time, he really means it. "Come over here."

"Just a minute." Lucy doesn't look up from the stack of essays scattered across the kitchen table, which are making her lose the will to live the longer she beholds them, but if she doesn't finish them now, she'll have to worry about them and/or work on them over Christmas, and that sounds even worse. "I'll be right there."

"That's what you said ten minutes ago," Flynn points out, with his usual sardonic unconcern. "And twenty minutes before that. I'm sure the world won't end if Johnny Freshman doesn't officially earn his C- in the next three hours." He considers, then shrugs. "Though if we're going by the excerpts you were reading to me earlier, I think that might be generous."

"These grades were due to be submitted yesterday, and the department only gave us an extension because MyWeb crashed." Lucy's voice, by contrast, is increasingly brittle. "I don't have time to just throw that aside, even if I want to. I have to finish this first."

"Ah." Flynn regards her shrewdly. "It's your mother talking in your head again, isn't it?"

Lucy flinches. It is truly unsettling how well this man knows her -- and yes, the shrill taskmaster in her head does sound suspiciously like Professor Carol Preston, reading Lucy's own essays with red pen and making any number of helpful suggestions. But it's true that she has end-of-term responsibilities that cannot just be errantly flung aside, no matter how tempting it is to just snuggle with Flynn on the couch in front of the tree, and she looks back down at the essay. Which is a mistake, and she groans aloud. "Another AI-generated one, are you kidding me? Aren't these kids supposed to be smart?"

Flynn looks at her with a I-seriously-doubt-it expression.

"Right. Forgot who I was talking to." Lucy sighs, writes PLEASE EMAIL ME TO DISCUSS THIS on top of the page in large capital letters, and sets it aside. She's grimly reaching for the next one, hopefully not "written" by ChatGPT, when Flynn pulls out the chair next to her, sits down, and whisks the pen out of her hand. She goggles at him. "What are you -- "

"If these need to be finished," Flynn says, "I'll finish them. Go sit."

"What? You don't -- it would be against the rules for you to grade my papers, when this is my class and I'm the faculty of record -- "

At that, Lucy stops short, shakes her head, and sighs deeply. She and Flynn stare each other down, which as usual, he wins. She rubs her eyes, gets up, and leans to briefly kiss the top of his head. "Please don't fail everyone, all right?"

Flynn makes a sound as if to suggest he makes no promises, then gets to work, ripping through the papers with his usual terminator efficiency: whether altering history or grading history, there is nothing and no one that can stand before his stubbornness, and it is, if she's being honest, definitely one of the sexiest things a man has ever done for her. She pads to the couch, wraps up in the blankets, and lets her exhausted brain veg out, staring at the glowing tree, until Flynn signs off on the last one, gets to his feet, and crosses over to join her, settling on the couch with a creak. He puts his arms around her, and Lucy burrows into his chest, letting him hold her close. "Thanks," she murmurs, as he tucks the blanket around them both and pulls them into a more comfortable position. "I love you."

Flynn grins into her hair. His voice, this time, is very soft. "I know."

#oldshrewsburyian #ask #garcy #garcy ff #lucy x flynn #winter prompts

[titanicnerd-blog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Gabriel Tompkins, Gabriel Tompkins/Original Male Character Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Gabriel Tompkins, Michael Tompkins, Laurie Tompkins, Harold Tompkins, John Tompkins Additional Tags: Honeymoon, Summer Of Garcy 2023, Ferris Wheels, Paris (City), Post-Defeat of Rittenhouse (Timeless), Not Canon Compliant - s02e11-12 The Miracle of Christmas (Timeless), miracle of christmas crap doesn't exist Summary:

Post-defeat of Rittenhouse, Lucy and Garcia are visiting his brother and family in Paris, and they decide to go on a Ferris Wheel, which promptly gets stuck. Lucy starts remembering another time that they went on a Ferris Wheel, and they have a little trip down memory lane.

#garcy #garcy fanfic #summer of garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #garcia flynn x lucy preston #lucy preston x garcia flynn #timeless #honeymoon #ferris wheel #gabriel tompkins #gabriel x michael #paris france #tv timeless #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic prompts

[blackbird-brewster]

Hey, I saw you're taking requests and I would just love to see a bit more of Penemily in the word!

Maybe Emily being completely head over heels but too scared to ruin their friendship until she sees Pen dating a woman and angsty/chaotic jealousy ensues ?

<3

Mending Emily/Penelope || Rated: General || WC: 750

A/N: Okay, truthfully, I had already been working on a similar idea as your prompt for a different ship, so this isn't quite what you requested, because I changed your idea a little bit to not repeat the plot of my other WIP. Still, I hope you like it! ------------------------------------------

Emily's tongue was firmly pinned between her teeth, furrow in her brow, as she concentrated on piecing Garcia's beloved unicorn mug back together. It's demise had been an accident, naturally, but with everyone under so much stress lately, Emily couldn't stop thinking about how upset Garcia was when the mug was broken.

If Emily had learned anything in all her years at the BAU, it was this, above all else, above the cases, above the profiling and killers, the single most important key to keeping the BAU team from falling apart completely was to make sure Penelope Garcia was happy.

Without Garcia's nonstop bright and cheery demeanor, this job would have swallowed Emily up years ago. No matter how awful their cases were, she always knew she could count on Garcia's smile at the end of the day and that alone was reason enough for her to be hunched over her desk, piecing together ceramic fragments in order to fix Penelope's mug.

Tara gently knocked on the open door, "Hey, Em, I'm getting ready to head out for the night. Saw your light still on and....," she leaned against the door frame with a perplexed smile as she fully registered the pieces on Emily's desk. "What are you doing?"

Emily didn't look up from her delicate operating procedure. "Oh, Garcia's mug broke."

"And?"

Emily glued the final piece in place and nodded triumphantly as she inspected her work. She glanced to Tara, "And I fixed it."

Tara hummed under her breath while shaking her head. "Mhmm, of course you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Tara replied. "Nothing at all."

Emily, now curious about Tara's implying tone, tilted her head with a suspicious look. "Seriously, Tara. What's up?"

Tara chuckled and came to sit on the edge of Emily's desk, so she could get a closer look at the newly fixed mug. "I didn't mean anything by it. You're a great Unit Chief, Prentiss, but you're an even better friend. I mean, it's the end of, yet another, extremely long, stressful day, and instead of going home, you're sitting here trying to glue this $5 mug back together, just because you know how much it means to Pen."

"Well, she was really upset about it and I just thought it would be a nice gesture."

"And is that all you thought?" Tara teased.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's all, Tara."

"Well, it looks great, Em. She's going to be ecstatic," Tara made her way back to the door, "Goodnight. Don't stay too late, you need sleep just like the rest of us."

Emily waited until the glue dried, carefully inspecting every crack to make sure everything was sealed, then tested her repairs by filling the mug with water. When it didn't spring any leaks, she wiped it down and placed it on Garcia's desk before heading home for the evening.

The next day Garcia burst through Emily's office door, the bright colours of her outfit seemed dull compared to the smile on her face. "Was this you?! You fixed my mug!? But, I threw it away!"

Emily tried to act casual, even though internally she was vibrating with happiness at Garcia's reaction. "Yeah, I uh, saw it in the trash and figured I could probably put it back together."

Penelope closed the distance from the door to Emily's desk in three quick skips. She pulled Emily out of her chair and pulled her into a hug, nearly crushing her from gratitude.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Emily melted into the embrace, smiling as her chin rested on Garcia's shoulder for a moment. It was embarrassing how her stomach filled with butterflies at nothing more than a few seconds of physical connection with Garcia.

Garcia's phone interrupted the special moment and she huffed, as she checked her messages. "Ah, no rest for the magnificent oracle of Quantico. I better get back to my office."

She gave Emily one more quick hug. She grinned back on her way out the door, newly mended unicorn mug in hand. "I love you, Emily Prentiss!"

Alone again, Emily plopped back into her chair with a heavy sigh. She knew Garcia's sentiment wasn't anything more than loving her good friend, but it was still nice to hear it. There was no way she'd ever confess her true feelings to Penelope, so in lieu of that, Emily simply muttered a quiet reply to her empty office: "I love you too."

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #Penemily #cm fanfiction #my writing #drabble #carsonsbackwardscap #prompt fulfilled

[patientlibrarian]

Total fluff for now while I am finishing a 6 chapter (or so) longer story. This was partly prompted by the Battleship Garcy bingo cards for a Halloween story. Hope this makes you laugh.

#goran visnjic #timeless tv series #battleshipgarcy #garcia flynn #garcy #patientlibrarian fanfic

[electricbluebutterflies]

domestic prompts, 15 and or 21 for garcy!

Usual post-canon-divergence, PG-ish, also on ao3.

15 - changing the bedsheets

If one is lucky enough to have a bigger partner, Lucy thinks, one should use that resource as much as one can. Which is to say, she doesn’t have the patience for wrestling a fitted sheet and she’s been a relatively good girlfriend this week, she thinks, and-

“Want to help me with something?”

“That’s a loaded question from you.”

She gets it, she really does. Usually her requests are fairly small and mundane, but sometimes it’s how much do you know about electrical, which in fairness ended with her falling off a ladder because somehow the smaller person getting up on there made more sense, and after that one…

“Bedsheets. Much harder to get hurt with than-“

“Can’t rule out the possibility. You are talented.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to do them. That and your proportionally long arms.”

The thing is, Lucy’s never been in the position of having a relatively cooperative domestic partner – or a live-in one of any sort, for that matter. Now that they’re not at a life stage where her very survival depends on how much Flynn adores her, she’s stuck trying to find new ways to redirect said adoration, and-

“You lived alone how long and-“

“If you don’t want to do it, you could just say that.”

“I wasn’t-“

This is a stupid fight even by their standards, and she decides to let it go as he follows her upstairs. Wrangling new sheets onto a king-size bed is inherently a two-person job, it’s not like she’s just going to stand there and watch, and-

“Thank you,” she says preemptively.

“Can I say you’re being too dramatic?”

“Can you say why?”

“Normal people… do things like this. Good domestic partners don’t complain too much about it.”

There are moments she has some real questions about his past baselines, about what he might be subconsciously comparing her to at all times, and she knows better than to actually ask them but-

“If you say so.”

He responds with one of those unimpressed were-you-raised-by-wolves-or-something – it’s probably a good thing that she’s able to pin down the different flavors of judgmental eyerolls she provokes – and there’s apparently no need for conversation, just an attempt at removing the old bedding and-

This is what normal feels like, Lucy thinks. She’s not used to it yet. She could be, given enough time, given-

“Something wrong?”

She glances up at him, suddenly very aware of how tightly she’s clutching a pillowcase. “Nothing that’ll stick?”

“Lu-“

“I don’t know how to do this serious relationship thing, and I’m worried-“

“You’re doing fine. I would say if…”

“I know. But still.”

He clears the space between them and kisses her forehead. “You don’t have to prove anything, understand?”

“Trying not to be difficult is-“

“Unusual for you, but… don’t overthink this, okay?”

Some part of her mind really wants to turn this into a fight, but she’s not in the mood and-

“Fine.”

They have better things to do. For now, at least. And maybe by the time they finish…

“If you did something dramatically wrong, I would say.”

She can believe that easily enough.

#ebf writes fic #garcy #queue

[timeless-secret-santa]

Happy Holidays Everyone!! We're just waiting on one more present before we finish out Timeless Secret Santa 2023!

Until then, I'd (female fogbank a.k.a. mks57) would like to take a second to say how amazing it is to see and have people participate in this year after year. Thank you so much for all your support, understanding and love! It means a lot.

As a little thank you to everyone who participated in Secret Santa, I created some mini tokens of appreciation for those who came back this year.

~ Men's Advice: Dave and Karl go shopping for Christmas food and discuss Karl's relationship problems.

~ Foot of the Table: Torture comes in many forms, Emma is learning as much when she is held hostage at the Christmas dinner table with a Hello Kitty sippy cup.

~ Men's Business: Garcia, Connor, Rufus and Wyatt plan the Thanksgiving dinner menu and who will do what.

~ Christmas Star: A snapshot fic of Iris and Flynn having a moment together before Lucy comes home.

~ What's in a Book?: Flynn asks Jiya to help him find a book for Lucy to celebrate Jólabókaflóðið

~ R.I.P. Gingerbread Man: Garcy moment based on the prompt: Flynn/Lucy: "How does it feel to be right all the time?"

~ Jólabókaflóðið: Lucy and Flynn adopt a new Christmas tradition.

~ New Year's Eve Catch Up: Karl and Flynn catch up on New Year's Eve.

~ Christmas Cooking Lessons: Lucy and Flynn are undercover trying to save the future of American cuisine.

#timeless #timeless secret santa #2023 #garcy #riya #lucy preston #garcia flynn #jiya marri #rufus carlin #wyatt logan #lorena flynn #luciana #Karl #Karl/Jiya #dave baumgardner

[potterandpromises]

🐎 Garcy + house prompts for the community 🐎

* Falling off

* Getting back on

* Lucy reads the comic books from Flynn’s childhood

* Wild

* Flynn takes up riding as a hobby and/or therapeutic activity after the war

* Teaching their child

* Carriage ride

* Emergency

* Feeding

* Romantic

#garcy #garcy prompts #timeless #garcia flynn #lucy preston #my edit #fan fact #this whole post was an excuse to use that gif which didn't make it into a set #feel free to add on

[thewindigos]

Come on people! Send me more Garcy au requests.

#flucy #garcia flynn #garcy #garcy au #garcy edit #garcy ff #lucy preston #edit #au #Garcy prompts #I don't want to study for the next exam I want to do moodboards #I am bored #awwwww #pleeeeeeeeeeeease

[trash-by-european-villains]

It’s so simple but if lucy saw a spider or bug on the floor and screamed and Flynn thought it was an emergency and he ends up killing the spider and in it there’s flirting and lucy realizing how much Flynn actually cares for her because of how fast he ran when she screamed

I tried...lol

Lucy ran her hand down her face as she closed the door to bathroom. She stated to head to the to shower but stop short, remembering the chair.  

“Stupid chair,” She muttered. After making sure it was secured in place, she turned the shower on and let it heat up for a moment.

Being the first one up definitely had its perks. First one to shower, so the hot water isn’t gone. No one waiting on the bathroom, so if she didn’t want to, she didn’t have to rush. The only real worry was if Rittenhouse were to jump at 5:50am, which she seriously doubted. Even Rittenhouse needs their sleep, right? She hopes. 

Amy was always the one to take ridiculously long showers. She’d run them right out of hot water. Eventually, Lucy learned that she should go first. Lucy was the quickest shower-taker in the Preston house. As a kid, she was oddly proud of it. It was a satisfying sort of accomplishment, she supposed, because her mother never pushed her to take a quick shower, it wasn’t something that her mother cared or worried about. Why would she?It would be weird, honestly. Her mother pushed her to her limits with just about everything else. She just wanted what was best for her, Lucy had told herself. 

Now, today, every chance she got, she took a long shower. Maybe not quite as long as Amy, but long enough, she always felt relaxed. She lathered the scentless (why do scentless things have a distinct ‘that’s scentless’ scent?) into her longish hair, lazily. 

When she finally pulled herself away from the warmth and comfort of the water, She wrapped a towel around her thin body and decides to put on some light makeup. A luxury Agent Christopher provided one day while they were gone. 

She finished her makeup quickly, not putting too much on. She put her clothes on for the day. ‘For the day’; for a day in the present, anyway. When as she ever been so lucky, though?

She exited the bathroom, still feeling drowsy but ready, should something come her way. She walked to the counter to make a pot of coffee. It was a quiet, peaceful morning, already.

.

Garcia Flynn was just starting to wake up when he heard someone walk passed his door. (He had impeccable hearing.) And going by the sound of the footsteps, and the length of the strides, he guessed it was Lucy. He knew it was Lucy. She was the only one that was ever up at this time. He could relate. They’ve had some good talks. 

He sighs and decides to get out of bed and get dressed. He changes into a  dark pair of jeans, pulls his socks and shoes on (Honestly, the floor of the bunker is filthy. Someone should do something about it.) 

He pulled on a button-up shirt and had it buttoned halfway when heard a piercing shriek and glass hit the floor. He pulled his door open (probably pulled a muscle at the sudden speed he was moving) and ran into the main room.  

Lucy was standing on a chair, looking absolutely horrified at the floor. Flynn didn’t see any threats around and was now confused. She noticed him standing there and pointed frantically at something. He, still in quick steps, walked over to her side and followed her line of vision. 

“Ah,” He sighed. He walked a few inches away from him and stomped it into the ground. When he was sure it was dead, he scooped the poor spider onto some paper and threw it away. It was clear he had done this before.  

Lucy took a deep breath. “Thank you,” She muttered. Frankly, she was surprised (and overall grateful) she didn’t wake anyone else up. 

He walked back to her and offered his hand to help her down. “Are you okay?” He was biting his tongue, trying not to laugh. 

“It was a big spider!” She took his hand and stepped down, steadying herself on his shoulder with her other. “It took me by surprise.“ 

"Mmhm. I suppose it was a good thing I was awake, hmm? Who would have saved you from the big, scary spider?” He didn’t hold it back this time. A low chuckle escaped his throat. 

“You know what? I might have just stood there until someone came,” Lucy smiled back at him. “Or, at least until he crawled away. You never know.”

“Right. Well,  should it happen again, just say the word,” He gave her a wink. It was her turn to chuckle. 

In a blur, she was all too aware of (and surprised by) his half-buttoned shirt and that her hand was still in his. She pulled away and stepped back, an attractive pink tint covering her cheeks. "I, uh, need to clean up the coffee and…the mug.”

Realizing why she was suddenly flustered, he cleared his throat, was he blushing?, and quickly finished buttoning his shirt. “Ah, let me help?” She handed him a broom, only looking at him in her peripheral.  

Great. A great…image…to have.

#asked and answered #anonymous #garcy prompts #my fic #garcy ff #garcy drabble #more like #garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #welp #i tried #i hope you like it anon #also #i cant flirt #and neither and Garcia #so i feel like that was on my side #god i hope you like it #XD

[qqueenofhades]

I will always attempt to prod you for new Garcy content, so, here's hoping this speaks to you 😂 (also happy belated birthday! <- my Tumblr wasn't working properly on you big day, and didn't let me send you a HBD greeting then, so I'm doing it now) 🥳

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Garcy

41. Don't look back

The New England night is rank with cold, with the briny scent of the distant sea, with woodsmoke and creosote, tar and turpentine, hay and mud. Lucy stands with her arms crossed, her coat drawn tightly over her shoulders, staring out at the dark woods that stretch endlessly beyond this simple farmhouse on the edge of Boston -- in the year 1880, a fast-growing industrial city, thronged with largely-Irish immigrants, strung up with newfangled electric lights and trolley cars, steamships moored at the docks, but still straining at the old Pilgrim bones beneath, forced to accept all this modernity at a blow. In other circumstances, she would almost like the chance to look around. Not, however, as if that is going to happen. Now or ever.

She shivers harder. She can still feel the wind cutting right through her, and surely it's her imagination that it's not just a figure of speech, that she's becoming more and more insubstantial, never-existing, by the moment. She feels dreamy, almost comfortable, the sort of lulling reverie you slip into when you're on the brink of freezing to death and it feels downright pleasant. She looks down at her hands, tries to see if she can see through them to the ground. It would be just, perhaps. It would be the only outcome.

Just then, there's a particularly loud commotion in the farmhouse behind her, and she turns around sharply. She hasn't been paying attention to the low-level clamor -- the shouts, the shots, the smashing, the screaming, the sort that would attract the neighbors if there were any in range. As it is, there aren't, and that too is all by design. She stands here, a cold and merciless goddess, listens to men die inside, and feels... nothing. Her mother has, in the end, done her job too well. Carol Preston dutifully raised her daughters in Rittenhouse, trained Lucy to be the heiress, the crown princess, and now it's playing out exactly as she intended, with one devastating little twist. It's Rittenhouse dying in there, all of them, or at least Lucy so badly hopes. All her ancestors, her great-grandfathers and uncles and whatever else, and that means that when they get back to the present day (if they get back to the present day), there is a very good chance that she will never have existed at all. Will be a revenant, a time-ghost, a relic from another timeline who has nothing left at all, no root to her old life, and not even anyone else's memories. Hell, she might just wink out on the spot, a twisted paradox too contradicted to exist. Is it worth it? Can anything possibly be worth this?

Yes, Lucy thinks. Her face is stone, her eyes are dry, she does not weep a single tear. Yes, it is.

At last, the banging and blasting falls silent. Ruthlessly effective as he is, Garcia Flynn is far from subtle. There's a long moment in which Lucy panics, thinking that they managed to strike a lucky blow, that he's gone too, but then he emerges, tall and dark and shadowed, his suit sleeves spattered in blood. He looks at her and doesn't say a word. Just goes to his knees in front of her (even so, he's still almost as tall as she is) and holds out the gun, a medieval knight pledging his sword to the service of his lady. At last, his voice half a whisper in the wind, he says, "It's done."

Lucy shivers from head to toe. She looks down at him and doesn't answer. Yes, her ancestors might all be dead now, but there's still no guarantee that Rittenhouse has been erased, root and branch. One of them might have left a pregnant wife somewhere, or a secret mistress with a love child, or all the other ways history contorts around on itself to protect its continuity. She could have done all this, live with the knowledge of it forever, and still failed. Flynn might have gone in there to kill her whole family, but Lucy is the one who brought him here.

(What would she have done, if they hadn't found each other? Who would she be? Carol's perfect little Rittenhouse princess, just as planned? Not this, this Salem witch, hands dripping with blood just as much as Flynn's. It's only on his because she asked him to do it, and he agreed. That's love, she supposes. A twisted and dark and desperate version, but still love. He is the only thing she has.)

"Flynn." Lucy doesn't recognize her own voice. "Please. Get me out of here. Get me out of here."

Flynn considers, then nods once. He lifts her halfway, arms around her waist; as ever, her weight is completely negligible to him. It's going to be a long walk back to the Mothership, where Rufus is waiting nervously. When they get in, the jump very well might not work, as long as Lucy is in there. The space-time continuum might reject traveling back with an alien entity, an erased object. She might have to get out and stay in 1880 forever, the price of removing Rittenhouse in the present. Is she ready to do that? Can she stand it? Or will she just simply evanesce away?

"Flynn," she starts again, shaking, her face buried in his shoulder. He walks quickly, but somehow without hurrying. The wool of his jacket smells of lamp-oil and fresh blood. "Flynn, I'm not going to be able to come back, not if I don't -- "

"Yes." He sounds calm, certain, cold as the snow. "You're going to be fine, Lucy. Rufus will figure it out. You'll come home with us."

"But back there -- " Lucy twists, tries to peer over his shoulder, to look back at the dark farmhouse where Rittenhouse has, pray God, finally met its utmost end. "If you -- "

"Shh." Flynn's grip tightens on her. "Don't look back, Lucy. It's all right. Trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."

It's a deeply ironic utterance, considering what he just did to her whole family (on her express invitation, but still) and how their relationship started, but she does. She trusts him. She holds onto him with both hands. Don't look back. Like Lot's wife fleeing from Sodom, unable to resist the curse, transmogrified into salt. There are tears on her cheeks. She tastes it on her lips. She doesn't know who she's crying for. It seems impossible for it to be her.

Don't look back.

Lucy buries her face in Flynn's neck again, and does not.

#battleshipgarcy #ask #lucy x flynn #garcy #garcy ff #fic prompts #spooky season #i would apologize for the angst but also #ahem #also thanks for the belated hbd!

[titanicnerd-blog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Rufus Carlin/Jiya Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Jiya (Timeless), Rufus Carlin Additional Tags: Mistletoe, Fluff and Angst, Timeless Christmas in July 2023, Garcy Fluff, too much info on mistletoe, Sorry Not Sorry Summary:

Flynn tries to hang a mistletoe - and Lucy interrupts.

#garcy #garcy fanfic #garcia x lucy #timeless #mistletoe #no beta we die like lucy attempting to kiss flynn #christmas in july #ao3 fanfic #fanfic prompt

[pinchtheprincess]

GARCY PROMPT

Lucy has read Garcia Flynn’s confidential file. In it are photos from his youth, pictures of when he first went into the Croatian military, a couple of rare pictures taken by friends among the Chechen guerrillas, and a few professional-looking shots from when he started his own military contracting firm. Lucy, if she was honest (though she couldn’t say it out loud), has always found him strikingly attractive, but Garcia Flynn as a young man was . . . cover model gorgeous. In the youngest pictures, he looked like he belonged in a boy band, or on the cover of one of those heartthrob magazines from her early teen years. She starts to wonder about his past. She’s struck by a pang of jealousy, And where the hell did that come from? She knows he seems devoted to her; has caught him giving her almost worshipful looks. She’s still enough the insecure nerd to wonder why this stunningly handsome, enigmatic man seems to be so drawn to her. 

#garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #timeless #goran visnjic #garcy prompts #the most handsome guerrilla leader to ever pick up a rifle #introspective nerdy awkward insecure lucy #someone write it #oh gods #i need it #cover model!flynn #GQ!flynn

[somekindofflowergirl]

7 “I dreamt about you last night.” for Garcy if you'd like?

“I dreamt about you last night.” Lucy pushes back a branch so it won’t slap her in the face as she drops this tidbit like it isn’t a revelation.

Flynn’s brain stumbles and stutters to a stop and then screeches forward. Dreamt about him how? A nightmare? One of those where it’s clear the dream is about him but he’s a talking owl or maple tree or something? A (gulp) sex dream?

All he can manage is “Oh?”

She’s staring down at the trail as they walk toward the lifeboat. The terrain is fairly uneven here in the woods, but the sudden pink of her cheeks tells him that isn’t why.

“What was I doing?” His own cheeks heat at his daring as her head snaps up, she lurches to a stop, and Flynn gets ready to jokingly retract when she answers.

“You just made me feel safe and…” Her eyes dart away from his. “Well, it was–”

The snap of a twig has him whipping around, swiftly pinning her up against a tree trunk as he shields her with his body. It takes seconds to spot the culprits and he sags in relief.

“It’s okay. Look.” Two rabbits hop away into the brush as he tracks their progress.

Once they’re gone, he looks back at her to find her watching him instead of the wildlife. He’s suddenly very aware of the way they’re pressed together as she takes a deep breath and her chest presses against him. She’s staring at him searchingly and his heart clenches as he reads all the words she’s not saying. The hope, the fear of rejection, but mostly, the sheer want.

She clears her throat. “The coast is clear?”

Instead of the out she’s offering, he leans down to stare into her eyes and run his thumb gently across her cheek. Blood pounds in his ears and he wishes he could say something witty and sexy, but his heart falls out of his mouth instead. “Lucy, I’ll make any dream of yours come true, if you want me to.” God, he sounds like a sap.

“Oh?” Quirking her eyebrow, she parrots his earlier question, but her hands land on his chest and slide up tantalizingly.

Nuzzling his way to her ear, he whispers “You know it’s true.” Then he bends his mouth to finally meet her smile with his own.

#timeless #timeless ff #garcy #garcy ff #lucy preston #garcia flynn #prompt fill #mine #sorry this took so long! #i'm rusty

[electricbluebutterflies]

Prompt: “don’t you dare walk away.” Garcy 😘

Usual deal - post-canon-divergent, PG-ish, also on ao3.

The first fight after the end hits different.

There’s more space, for one thing, an entire house that Lucy inherited and needs to clean out but not just yet, and if they want to avoid each other they can actually do that now, and-

She’s used to who they are in a bubble. Apparently those dynamics aren’t permanent.

She’s not sure what actually starts the fight, probably one of their respective personality flaws but that’s not even helpful information, and next thing she knows there’s raised voices on opposite sides of the dining room and-

Her voice breaks halfway through an accusation with questionable basis in reality, and instead of responding in kind, Flynn apparently takes that as the end of the conversation. That’s new. Verbal sparring isn’t necessarily their default setting, but it happens often enough for them both to be good at it and she’d thought the enjoyment was mutual too and-

“Don’t you dare walk away from me,” she hisses with every bit of venom she can. Don’t just give up on her, don’t just leave like everyone else does, don’t-

“Give me a better solution,” he replies, too calm, body awkward in the doorframe. “You’re not thinking clearly, you’re not-“

“And leaving me will help?!” She’s impressed, she wants to maim him, she wants-

“Better odds than waiting around to find out how good your aim is.”

There are, objectively, more than a few pieces in sight that would be fun to damage, but-

It occurs to her, not for the first time, that maybe that man thinks she’s more than she actually is. Usually this thought is a little more self-critical, usually it’s her wanting to remind him that she’s not the sun and the moon and all of the stars, but this contrast would be fun if it wasn’t so-

“I’m not like that,” she says, unsure if it’ll stick. “This is the worst of me. Just yelling, and even that…”

She can recall a few offhand comments alluding to a bad childhood, the kind of bad that sticks with a person enough that they either repeat patterns or do everything they can to avoid them. In her limited experience, with her own less unfortunate references to work from, Flynn has decidedly done the latter, and-

“I know.” Voice soft, low, hesitant. “You are… not like that.”

She isn’t sure how to fix this, if it can be fixed. The physical distance feels right, they are not about to become one of those couples that try to fix everything with sex, the idea crosses her mind for a moment but it’s just vaguely wrong and-

“I don’t know how we fix this,” she says, quieter now, matching tone. “But either of us just walking away… doesn’t.”

He nods, avoiding eye contact, probably getting stuck in his head and that’s a problem for later and-

“We can do better,” he says after a few heartbeats. “We should do better.”

“I didn’t mean harm. I’m sorry if I-“

“You didn’t mean it,” he repeats. “I could tell. You get creative when you-“

They are absolutely not discussing how many weaknesses and flaws he actually has and which ones she’s polite enough to avoid, but-

“Good thing we’re stuck with each other,” she murmurs. “No one else could handle this.”

#ebf writes fic #garcy #queue

[glowingspence]

70 for garceid please? I love ur work <3

"Spencer please!" Morgan snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What?" Surprised Spencer looks up, a few curls falling forward into his face that he quickly tucks back. "What did I do?"

"You are talking,please stop it."

"I am not talking-"

"You are. You are talking this whole time. You are driving me insane. Please stop it." Derek begs and then looks down onto the file in his hands again, not noticing how Spencer stops working completely before bolting out of his seat and aiming for the door, "Kid no-" before he can stop him he is out of the conference room and after a moment of consideration Derek just lets him have his quiet.

"Spencer, what can I do for you?" Garcia asks with a smile before Spencer shuts the door behind him and starts pacing in the small office, his finger tapping the side of his head. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Quickly he shakes his head and keeps on pacing and tapping his fingers until he eventually sits down on the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees and after a minute of quiet Garcia can tell how he tries breathing against the urge to cry.

"Oh boy wonder-" She exclaims and walks over to him, "Can I touch you?"

Before she gets the chance to he lunches forward, hiding his face against Garcia's neck as he wraps his arms around her neck and starts sobbing. "Whatever happened we can figure this out, you are alright."

"He is mad"

"Who is mad?"

"Morgan" Spencer brings out while Garcia moves her hand up and down his back,

"Honey he could never be mad at you"

"But he is." He insists and Garcia recognize that talking against it, won't do anything right now so she just lets him cry himself out in her arms until the sobs turn into small sniffles and Spencer starts playing with the neckless around her neck and starts moving his head until he lays on her chest and hears her chuckling, "You're warm" He explains while his eyes start closing. "Thank you, Penelope"

"I will always be here for you, you know that, sweetheart" There is a small hesitant knock at the door, "And believe me he is too. It has just been a long day."

[Prompt list]

#thank you for your request 💗 #and thank you for the compliment!!<3 #penelope garcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #i love you prompt list works #my writing #garcied #you can read this either as platonic or romantic #autistic spencer reid

[potterandpromises]

Garcy Weekend

Send me a prompt and I'll make a mood board or write a short fic!

Cuddling For Warmth

Extreme Weather

Cooking/Baking

Clothing/Gear

History Crush

Protection

Literature

Traveling

Trapped

Routine

For Fun

Future

Hands

Habit

Night

Drink

After

Gun

Red

Pet

#garcy #timeless #garcy weekend #garcy prompts #garcy weekend prompts #feel free to reblog! #i tried to put in a variety