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ptrckjcne · 1 year

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⇨ What You Do When You Love Someone

pairing: luke alvez x penelope garcia word count: 3.5k timeline: canon divergent, post evolution 16x06

luke deals with the aftermath of the explosion. penelope takes care of him.

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He was dizzy. He had been hiding it, knowing he would have been sent home the very same second he opened his mouth if he had let anyone know, but he was dizzy. Oh, and he had a headache. Getting into it, he was in a fair share of pain too, but like his dizziness and the headache, he wasn’t about to let it spill. Truth be told, it wasn’t the first time Luke had been within close proximity of an explosion (though he did believe it was the first time he’d been attempted killed by someone with the mentality of Sicarius), but it still didn’t mean he was immune to the unfortunate side-effects – such as the dizziness, the pain, and the faint ringing in his ears.

Luke groaned as he shifted in his chair, the bullpen quiet around him. He was desperately trying to focus on the paperwork on his desk, the report of the explosion he had just been in doing nothing to help with any of his post-explosion symptoms. Most of the team had gone home long ago; JJ had left as soon as she had been able to, wishing to spend her evening within the comfort of her own home with her family. He had barely seen Penelope since his return to the headquarters, same with David. Emily, however, had stuck around, hovering around him like a ghost, and while it was something along the lines of stressful, it was still oddly comforting.

It was almost like she knew he was hiding something, and instead of pushing him to spill, she would look out for him. Her route to whatever, wherever, would be placed right alongside Luke’s desk, something new shoved across the surface each time – a cup of coffee, tylenol, a sandwich, a chocolate bar. At one point she even shoved a stack of post-it notes onto his desk, the top one displaying a short, but sweet message about how he was doing a good job (the bit about his work not going to be so good if he didn’t go home and rest was unwritten, but heavily implied, and he could see it in her eyes when he lifted his gaze and made eye-contact with her).

The next time she stopped by his desk, she stopped, pulling a chair closer as she found herself sitting down to keep him company. “How much does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Alvez.” Emily spoke dryly, shifting her position slightly as she crossed one leg over the other. However, he didn’t respond, hanging his head low as he tried to return his focus to the words on the pages scattered across the desk. “If it’s like anything I’ve ever experienced, you’re probably dizzy, you have a headache and ringing of the ears, as well as various aspects of other physical pains.” She trailed off, tilting her head slightly as his hand came up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ground himself, the words on the pages jumbling together. “Right?”

He sighed, letting his hand drop to the desk as he sat back, stifling another groan. “I’m fine, Prentiss. I really am.” Luke offered her a weak smile, knowing it was the furthest thing from convincing – he just had to try. After all, if successful, he could be coaxing her away from his desk so he could find an abandoned office where he could be spending the night, the overnight bag he kept at his desk meaning he technically wouldn’t have to go home for clothes – and, seeing as Roxy was with her dog sitter for the night, he didn’t have anyone waiting for him. “I’ll try to get this-,” he waved his hand wildly around the desk, not to a specific sheet of paper, though to the entire mess in general. “By the end of the night. The sooner we move on and catch this sick son of a bitch, the better.”

“You know I agree, Luke.” Emily sighed, head still tilted as he finally lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes betraying his words as he truly showed how tired he was. “But we won’t be able to catch this son of a bitch if you fall asleep in the middle of a take-down, or if we have to check you into the emergency room because you haven’t been looking out for yourself.”

“It’s okay, I promise. I can survive a little pain. As for being dizzy, I’ve had my fair share of carousel-rides during my childhood, and this little thing’s got nothing on what I went through back then.” He scoffed, poorly masking the wince that came with the jolting huff that came to his ribs. Emily, however, chose not to comment on it, though the frown conquered her face, even for just a brief second, gave her away. “Besides, I’ve been through worse. Some bruised ribs and a headache won’t stop me, no matter how much it hurts.” Luke flashed her a crooked, toothy grin, and while it didn’t reach his eyes, and it definitely didn’t convince Emily of whatever it was he wanted to truly tell her, she sighed somewhat defeatedly and got up, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t overdo it, Luke. Promise me that?”

His smile faltered, exchanged for a smaller, albeit genuine one as he nodded. “Yeah, I promise. I’ll head out as soon as this is done.”

“Don’t think I won’t notice if you stay.” Emily responded, her tone sounding an awful lot like a warning, which seemed off, because she wouldn’t be warning him, a former Army Ranger, to head home and take care of himself? Surely he was able to reach those conclusions on his own.

Luke’s mind seemed to cloud over again as Emily left, the words still nothing but a still jumble on the papers, and he found himself pinching the bridge of his nose, wincing slightly at something of an aftershave stench overwhelmed his senses as another agent rushed past his desk. Part of him could feel Emily’s gaze on him from where she stood on the walkway outside her office, clearly still worrying about him, and Luke wondered – just for a moment – if she would have been worrying about JJ the same way if she had still been around the bullpen, and not at home with her family.

He kept avoiding her, time feeling like it was standing still or moving at the pace of a sloth, and at some point he must have dozed off, because when he came to it, someone was sitting in the chair opposite of him – and this time it wasn’t Emily. Luke rubbed his eyes tiredly, beard scratching against the palms of his hands as he huffed into his hands. “Hey there. Been here a long time?”

“Half an hour, maybe.” Penelope sighed, her tone gentle as she looked at him, head slightly tilted. Luke found himself trying to wrap his head around just why she was sitting opposite of him, knowing she went home at a somewhat respectable hour (unlike himself), knowing she hated having to stay longer than she was needed to. He wasn’t going to lie, he did feel guilty that they had roped her back into it, but he didn’t regret it even for a second. Especially not when it had her sitting there, by his desk, keeping his hurt self company as he became far too aware that he’d never be able to finalise the report on his desk. “You know, she’s not expecting you to finish that.”

“No.” Luke admitted sheepishly, wincing slightly as he leaned back against the chair, the hard edge of the chair pressing against his sore back. “But I am expecting me to finish it.”

Penelope seemed like she wanted to respond, yet remained quiet, instead standing and offering Luke a hand. “Come on, you’re going home.” Her tone was still quiet and gentle, a tone that was far too easy for Luke to tell no, maybe even ignore, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was Penelope. “Don’t you think Roxy is waiting for you? I’m sure she’s been pacing around, waiting for you to take her on her evening walk all afternoon.”

“Roxy’s – uh, she’s with her dog sitter.” Luke lifted a hand to rub at his neck, muscles sore where he worked to relieve some of the tension. He froze, though, as Penelope came around the desk, linking her hand with his. “What are you–,”

“I’m taking you home, Luke.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, though he didn’t stand, even when Penelope gave his hand a gentle tug. “I thought we-,”

This got Penelope to roll her eyes, even just slightly, as she gave his hand another tug, a bit firmer this time. She dropped his hand as if it was a hot potato, though, when he winced, the jostling move of her tug upsetting his sore muscles. “Thinking is not your strong-suit, so please, just get up and let me take you home.” Penelope sighed again, not quite able to hide the pleased grin on her face as he came to standing up, towering above her. Throwing a look in the direction of Emily’s office, and though the blinds were shut, he was certain Penelope’s late-night return to the office was her doing.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he told himself he would have to thank her for it.

“I’m driving.” He grumbled as he ambled behind her, the pleased bounce in her step keeping her at a pace a little too quick for him. Truthfully, had it been earlier in the day – before he sat down at his desk – he could have been able to keep up with her, the adrenaline keeping his head in the game. She didn’t complain, however, as he got into the driver’s seat, happily getting into the passenger’s seat herself. Penelope did, however, tamper with the radio, some god awful pop-song channel flowing from the radio, causing Luke to grimace (not necessarily because the songs were so bad, but because they didn’t go very well with his headache).

Reaching Luke’s apartment building, it was Penelope who followed behind Luke in a slow pace, eyebrows furrowed as she observed him fumble with the keys to his front door, not failing to pick up on his grumbling (though she didn’t pick up exactly what he was grumbling). “Look, I’m fine – you don’t have to come in.” Luke sighed, turning on his heel to look at her, though found himself turning too quickly and ended up swaying on his feet. “Yeah, okay, maybe I’ll let you help me get inside and to the couch.”

Penelope reached out, one hand gently on his forearm, the other on his shoulder, as she led him inside. “Go shower, Luke, and I’ll freshen this place up a little bit.” She shot him a reassuring smile, immediately getting herself to work. The drapes remained closed, although she cracked open a couple of windows. In one of the cupboards in Luke’s kitchen, Penelope found a couple of scented candles that he couldn’t remember he had ever gotten (which meant they were left there when Lisa moved out). Humming to herself, she moved around, though it was not until she had to physically push (more like gently nudge, not wanting to cause any pain) Luke out of the way, she sighed, tilting her head to look at him. “I wasn’t aware you were that quick to shower. Interesting choice to put on the same outfit as well.”

“Penelope-,”

“Luke.” She cut him off, hands placed firmly against his shoulders as he swallowed nervously. “Go shower, please. I’ll order something for us to eat, because I took one look in your fridge, and we need to do something about the food you keep in your house, mister.” She swatted at his chest, nudging past him to fetch the take-out menus she had found in his kitchen. He remained in the same spot for a while longer, simply observing her, how at home she seemed within the walls of his residence, his home, and it left him with a mixed set of emotions as he compared it to the tragedy they called their date.

Eventually, he caved, though he cut down his shower-time drastically, keeping it a lot closer to the three minute Navy-length than his usual ten minutes. Dressed in grey sweats and a black t-shirt, he returned to the living room, finding Penelope there, looking very much at home on his couch, the remote to his TV in her hand. “What did you order?”

“Indian, from that place down the street. You had circled out some options on the menu, so you better hope they’re good, or I will complain for the rest of the night.” Penelope shrugged, pulling up some ridiculous reality show on the TV, before patting the couch next to her. “Come on, I know you’re in pain, so I got you some tylenol. I know you didn’t actually take any of the ones Emily offered to you. Even that Douglas guy reported to her that he saw you drop things into the drawer on your desk.”

He sat down, but was quick to shift uncomfortably in his seat, swallowing nervously – again. “Yeah, I-,” he cleared his throat a little, focusing his gaze on the screen, trying to ignore the throbbing of his head at the fluorescent light flickering from the TV screen. “Didn’t feel right, I guess.”

“So you’d much rather be in pain?” Penelope turned towards him, her focus completely abandoning the TV screen and the fairly stupid episode of some dating show that was playing on it. “Luke, please look at me. I worry about you.” She scooted a little closer, noticing how his jaw clenched as she reached out to put her hand on his forearm, the soft fabric of his hoodie transferring the warmth of her palm to his skin. “I sat by and watched your camera feed die. I thought you had died.”

He sighed heavily, breathing ragged as he tilted his head in her direction, bruises along his ribs hurting – grounding him. “But I didn’t.”

“You could have.” Penelope’s voice was weaker, the grip on Luke’s arm tightening, and he found himself grateful that it wasn’t his hurt wrist she was holding onto as he sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t think I could have lived with myself if you died out there in the field, and it would not just be because I had been watching the feed go dead.”

Luke snorted out a laugh, an inelegant sound as he turned away from her again, stretching his legs out underneath the coffee table. “Is that so?” His tone was cooler again, jaw set tensely. He didn’t mean to come across as rude, or cold, or to dismiss Penelope’s feelings. No, actually, Penelope’s feelings was one of the things he cared the very most about, but even three years after the tragedy of a dinner, it still stung, the hurt and possibly even regret seeping out of him. He had offered his heart to her, and had it stomped on in return. “Look, I’m fine and I’m alive. Guess you won’t have to figure out what it’s like to live without me just yet.”

For a fleeting moment, Penelope thought of Tyler, who probably spent his afternoon lounging on the couch of her apartment, covered in short, black cat hairs, both him and the cats’ fur a stark contrast to the otherwise bright and happy vibe of her apartment. But Tyler didn’t matter. No, Tyler who had somehow pushed himself into Penelope’s life, and found himself occupying the apartment belonging to Penelope, he didn’t matter – at all.

Luke? Luke mattered.

“I’m glad I don’t have to live without you.” Penelope uttered, voice a little stronger, her gaze locked on him as he pulled away from her touch, groaning as he stood up to pace. There was a slight limp in his step, and hadn’t it been for their current situation, their current conversation, Penelope would have eased him back down, asked him what hurt, and she would have gotten something to ice it down with. Right now, however, he needed to pace, and she somehow just knew.

He froze, turned, dark eyes looking at her as he sought out what she meant. “What’s that supposed to mean? Last time we had a true heart-to-heart, that wasn’t related to work, you told me my person is still out there, and so is yours.” Luke’s voice had dropped, barely even a whisper as he trailed off, struggling as he tore his gaze away from her. Clearing his throat, he straightened up and found both his courage and his voice as he turned back to her. “How am I supposed to know what to do, or say, when this is how we do things?”

“What if I came to realise I messed up?” Penelope was standing now too, and she wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but it felt needed – she felt in the need of evening their battleground, even as Luke still stood taller than her (and truth be told, he might not be angry now, but just the view of his tensed up self now, Penelope found herself feeling sorry for those in life who had to come up against an angry Luke).

Luke laughed, a bitter and harsh sound as he lifted his hand to rub at his jaw, the scratching sound almost hypnotic along with the sounds from the TV, which they, quite frankly, had forgotten was even on. He opened his mouth, about to continue, when the doorbell rang, and his hand fell, along with their built up tempers and walls, and Penelope sighed.

“I guess that’s the food.” She shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, watching as Luke huffed, crossing the living room to find his wallet, nearly mutely accepting the food and handing the delivery guy his tip. “Luke, I’m sorry-,”

“You’re not making it any easier, you know.” He groused, his back turned to her as he picked plates from the cupboards of his kitchen, stiff muscles long lost to adrenaline (though he was already dreading the silent approach of night, when he would be alone with his head and his pains). “This whole situation, you, me, my feelings, the explosion, everything that comes with it – I had it all under control.”

Penelope remained quiet, swallowing nervously as she watched him, his slow movements as he turned, pressing his back against the counter. Luke’s gaze had softened, a deep sigh rolling off him as if it brought some of the weight from his shoulders with it. “What do you mean?”

He laughed again, though this time it was free, it was happier. “Come on, Penelope.” Luke wrapped his fingers around the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the hard edge of the marble. “You know, I was really excited for that date we went on. I don’t know why it failed, though … maybe we tried too hard, maybe I had too many expectations.” He sighed, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he lowered his head. “I don’t know. I think I failed you, and I’ve hated myself for that.”

“No, Luke – you didn’t fail anyone.” Penelope rushed out, and though she had walked over to him twice, and kissed him thoroughly, in her mind already, she was still standing in the living room, both the couch and Luke’s kitchen island keeping them divided. “I was nervous. I haven’t had the best experiences with dates, and I guess I was just stressing out about it, but then-,” she trailed off, swallowing hard as she felt herself choke up. “Watching that feed, and seeing it all go away … I couldn’t cope with it, Luke.”

His gaze had returned upwards, meeting hers as he sunk his teeth deep into his lower lip. “I know we have dinner, like, right here-,” he motioned towards the kitchen island, where the thin, white plastic bag containing the warm Indian food she had ordered for them stood, plates and cutlery neatly placed next to it. “But, I need to ask you this.”

Luke breathed the words out, as he moved to the back of the couch, still keeping the piece of furniture between them, as if he thought it could protect him if Penelope decided to act out. “I would really like to take you out on another date.” He uttered the words slowly, almost as if he was tasting each letter, trying out one word at the time to see how Penelope’s face changed into a responding expression. “Besides, I do believe I owe you a lunch, where work-talk is strictly forbidden.”

She didn’t respond, not right away, though she moved closer, leaning across the couch to press a sweet, gentle kiss against his lips. “I would like that very much, Luke.” Penelope giggled, and Luke swore right then and there he had heard his favourite sound. “First, though, I say we have some hopefully good Indian food, and watch a movie, okay?”

He grinned – dumbly and widely – feeling as if he was living in some sort of haze. “Yeah, that sounds nice, Penelope.”

#marie writes criminal minds!#criminal minds: evolution #criminal minds #evolution #luke alvez #penelope garcia #garvez #garvez fanfic #one shot #criminal minds fanfiction

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itoldthestarsaboutyou · 3 months

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV), Criminal Minds: Evolution (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Alvez/Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez & Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis/Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis & Emily Prentiss Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis, Spencer Reid, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, elenor garcia oc, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi Additional Tags: Parent AU, One Night Stands, Found Family, penelope garcia is the best mother ever, Garvez, girl dad luke, Domestic Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, temily side story, A tiny bit of smut, also more than a tiny bit of angst Series: Part 2 of i think i would find you in any universe Summary:

15 years ago Penelope Garcia had a one-night stand with a handsome stranger named Luke. That one-night stand blessed her with a beautiful daughter but she could never track down the man she spent one blissful night with. So she raises her alone until the handsome stranger shows up to work with her at the BAU. Now she has to learn how to co-parent with a near stranger. That can’t be too hard, can it?

i’m trusting y’all with this chapter don’t make me regret it ALSO pay extra attention to the disclaimer in the notes PLEASE be kind everyday not just in the comments 🩷

#garvez #luke alvez #penelope garcia #fanfic

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daydreamgoddess14 · 8 months

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Planning Kinktober 😏

Got my planning face on tonight! I'm thinking I'm going to participate in my very first Kinktober? ... So first, I have one last prompt from my 200 Followers celebration, which will be the second & final chapter of The Name’s Welton, Rebecca Welton. Once that's done, we're ready for some Kinktober / 300 Followers celebrating! 🎉 Next up, I need to sort myself a little list of prompts for my list of ships:

Sydcarmy

TedBecca

Roy Kent x Reader

Josh x Donna (West Wing)

Garvez (Criminal Minds)

Jonah x Amy (Superstore)

Happy to give any others a go if there's any in particular you think I should try?

Watch out! I'll be back in the next couple days with a prompt list 👀

#kinktober #tedbecca fanfic #tedbecca #sydcarmy fanfic #sydcarmy #garvez #garvez fanfiction #josh x donna #the west wing #amy x jonah #superstore #roy kent fanfic #roy kent #fanfiction community #fanfic writing

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drewcrew24 · 3 months

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The BAU being chaotic in my fic

Go read my fics on Ao3 @ EmilyMommyPrentiss

#criminal minds #cm #jemily #garvez #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds texts #criminal minds group chat #ao3 fanfic

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creatingmoments · 1 year

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I have been thinking about how Penelope is going to realize Luke is her soul mate. Cuz why not? My idea is that she runs into Lisa. I imagine the two of them were/are friends. The topic of Penelope and Luke not being a couple comes up. Lisa is surprised and tells Penelope she is one of the reasons Lisa and Luke broke up.

Penelope thinks about this realization and decides to tell Luke that he is her soulmate.

#garvez #luke alvez #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #luke x penelope #penelope garcia #fanfic ideas #somebody shake that girl

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typicalaveragefangirl · 1 year

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spent all of 2022 tracking every fic i read and i've never loved something more

cc & infinite kudos for:

@blueink3

@legalgal421

@nontoxic-writes

@simplymarleycat

(if anyone knows ao3 user mannaberry's tumblr account pls let me know so i can thank them for their work :,))

#archive of our own #ao3fic #ao3 wrapped #fanfic #schitt's creek #the love hypothesis #zoeys extraordinary playlist #ted lasso #criminal minds #david x patrick #adam x olive #clarkeman #zoey x max #garvez #penelope x luke #roy x keeley #roy x jamie #fluff fic #hurt/comfort

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 9 months

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Some fanfic for your Friday because i'm not sure i'll ever actually get back here and finish this. “What about Alvez’ new wife?” “Ha. Tar, I know you want nothing more than a chance to see her again, and if things work out, maybe I’ll have her meet me for lunch so you all can gawk from this fishbowl of glass walls before we vanish in that elevator, but I am not bringing a civilian into what we do. Definitely not one I want to continue seeing.” “She does sound like an excellent resource-” "My WIFE is not a resource. She is a human who did not ask to be around the violent and sick people we see everyday!” “Luke, no one is saying-” “No, no one is thinking,” he countered angrily, “She doesn’t even eat meat, you guys. She’s. No. I, I get it, she has very valuable skills, ones that would-” “That could break this for us.” Prentiss countered.

#Emily taking the place of Aaron #I Do Do you?#criminal minds #fanfic #garvez #tara lewis #emily prentiss #luke alvez #penelope garcia #protective luke #civilian penelope

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bacchicly · 8 months

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I'm now up to 1.7 K and frankly there's more words to write... I'm thinking this one needs to be broken up into shorter chapters.

What length of chapter do y'all like? Google informs me that while there are no hard and fast rules - most chapters tend to range from 1,000-5,000 words, with most falling in the 2,000-4,000 range.... and when I google "fan fic chapter" the suggestion is that 1800 is just about perfect... which would mean that this story which probably will come out to be over 20K "should be" somewhere between 5 and 10 "chapters".... (although I'd probably just do each "shift" as a chapter which would mean some would be quite short while others would be longish...)

or do you just prefer people publish as a big old long story sans chapters?

#writing #bacchic asks #fanfic writing #Whoa!#Garvez #Criminal Minds #Luke Alvez #Lisa Douglas #Penelope Garcia

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missmitchieg · 11 months

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I Hate Accidents, Except When We Went From Friends To This - Ch 1 (Snippet)

It was a Thursday when Penelope Garcia decided she was determined to repair her friendship with Luke Alvez.

Well, whatever was left of their strained friendship, that is. Penelope had sort of intentionally sabotaged their date and ruined any chance of a romantic relationship between the pair. Not because she disliked Luke! Quite the contrary, actually. Penelope Garcia kind of adored Luke Alvez. There was even a point in time when she was pretty certain she was in love with him.

#criminal minds #penelope garcia #luke alvez #garvez #garvez fanfiction #fanfic snippet #hehe this is gonna be fun #I know it's not Wednesday but who really cares like honestly

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captainstressed · 1 year

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based on the 'luke falling asleep with his head in penelope's lap' prompt, this got away from me a little bit and ended up at 700 words but im not even mad.

thank you @darcyfangirlsfrequently for the prompt and i hope you all enjoy!

Every case they worked came with its own shade of ick, it didn’t matter how many years they worked day in and day out it never got any easier. Some cases though, they stuck with you long after they had been solved. This had been one of them.

Penelope and Luke had hardly spoken to each other for almost a week, unless it was through a screen or over the phone. This wasn’t usually an issue per se, they had worked together long enough before finally giving things a go and knew what to expect. The main difference between then and now, was that at the end of a tough case they could come together at his place or hers and help each other forget. They would also try and steal moments in between, soft touches and whispered reassurances.

Things had been so hectic from the word go that neither of them had been able to check in with the other as much as they usually would. It had been hard, harder than either of them had been expecting.

With the case finally wrapped up and the team safely on the jet heading back, Penelope felt as though she could finally breathe again. Eager to put the past few days behind her, she texted Luke to let him know she was heading home but for him to come over when he was back on the ground and finished for the night.

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Penelope moved on autopilot from the moment she left the BAU until she reached home. Her clothes were left in a heap on the floor in her bathroom, a problem for another day, and she took a shower as hot as she could bare. She willed the water to wash away all of the nastiness she had seen over the last few days, deciding to use her more fragrant products as to further distract her from recent events.

After her shower, she dressed for comfort and decided to crawl into bed whilst she waited for Luke. She was exhausted but her mind still ran a mile a minute, sleep would not come easy for her but she knew getting into bed would entice Luke to do the same so hopefully he would get some rest even if she couldn’t.

She was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear the door open to indicate he was home. Luke’s voice calling through the apartment brought her back to the present and she couldn’t stop the instant smile that tugged at her lips, nor would she want to.

“In here!” She called back.

It was mere moments, the soft sound of feet padding across the space from the front door to her bedroom. Their eyes met as he paused in the doorway, both of them drained from the intense case but ever so grateful to have each other at the end of it.

Wordlessly he crossed the short distance to her bed and it took every last remaining ounce of his energy not to fall face first into the soft comforter. He brought a knee up and crawled across to Penelope’s side, laying his head down in her lap with a sigh.

“Hi.”

His voice was slightly muffled by the material of the comforter and rough with exhaustion but she heard him, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she brought a hand to comb gently through his hair.

“Hi yourself.”

He kicked off his shoes and they landed with a soft thud, he made no effort to remove any other article of clothing and Penelope made no comment. She knew the toll this last week had taken on both of them but was just glad for it to be finally over, to finally have him back with her.

Neither of them spoke again for a short while, Penelope continued to run her fingers through his hair, her other hand drawing patterns on his shirt covered back.

It wasn’t long before his breath evened out and she suspected he had fallen asleep. She didn’t cease her administration's but leaned her head back against the headboard, looking down at him with an easy smile. Sleep still felt like a faraway concept for her but it didn’t matter, not right now. She was happy that one of them was able to rest, her thoughts drifting finally from the recent days and a warmth filling her chest for the man before her.

#garvez #fanfic #garcia x alvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #prompt #criminal minds

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Puppy Kisses

Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.

Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer 🥰 I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k

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Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.

Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.

Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence. But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.

He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.

It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.

Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.

He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.

Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, you,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.

She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.

Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.

“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”

She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.

“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.

His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.

Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.

But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.

Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.

Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.

“You know… everything,” she muttered.

“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.

Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.

“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “… Now. Please.”

A smile crept over Luke’s face.

“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.

“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”

Luke stayed stubborn.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.

A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.

But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.

That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.

“What? Am I supposed to… do this?”

The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.

“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.

In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.

“It tickles!” she squealed.

“Does that mean I got it right?”

Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.

Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.

“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”

Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.

She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.

Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.

Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.

Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.

Luke groaned with an amused distaste.

“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.

To his joy, so did Penelope.

“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.

Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.

Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.

“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”

The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.

The pup remained at peace.

“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.

“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”

Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So… can I join in this pile of cuddles?”

His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.

“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.

“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.

Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.

With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.

He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.

Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.

He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.

“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”

“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”

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