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Emily Prentiss/Reader
Home: Emily wants to go home, but she doesn’t know how. In her search, she stumbles upon her ex’s doorstep.
Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez
Puppy Kisses: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.
Spencer Reid/Austin
Rainy Days: Austin welcomes Spencer back home after a hard case.
P.S. In my current WIPs, I also have plans for Tara & Spencer, Rossi & the BAU, Tara Lewis/Reader, JJ/Reader, and Elle/Hotch.
Summery: Penelope still has nightmares from her time working with the BAU. Luke is always there to help her out of the darkness.
A/N: This is day #5 of my 5 fics in 5 days for my 500 follower special. I can’t believe this is the, but I have enjoyed it so much! I am thankful for all of you that have allowed me to have this opportunity. I love you all!!!
Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez
Warnings: mention of serial killers, sleep deprivation, mention of murder and kidnapping
Word Count: 406
Penelope had gotten use to the nightmares that came along with hunting down serial killers and such. Her monitors were always filled with darkest and scariest parts of humanity, but over time she learned ways to deal with her nightmares. That was until she started dating Luke Alvez.
Penelope’s dreams usually were of her or one of the team members being kidnapped or murder, and sometimes they were about them not being able to save a victim and catch the psycho. However, now she woke up crying and searching for the man she just saw hurt or taken.
Luke never asked what Penelope dreamed of, he didn’t need to because he understood. There were just some things that you just needed to be held through.
With Penelope no longer being part of the BAU there were times she would wake up in search of Luke and he wouldn’t be there because of him being gone on a case. On nights like this all it took was one text from Penelope and Luke would do what he could to comfort her.
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Penelope: No sleep for the Devine.
*Incoming call from Newbie*
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There was a point where Penelope’s nightmares had gotten so bad, she would stay up all night just watching Luke sleep, to scared that if she closed her eyes he’d be gone when she opened them again. This eventually started to weigh on Penelope and Luke noticed it. He never wanted to pry her to talk about anything she wanted. Penelope may be a woman who loves to talk, but she is human and there were things not even she could put into words.
When Luke finally broke down and practically begged Penelope to talk to him, he had wished he’d done it soon. With tearing eyes and soft voice Penelope softly said, “Just hold me.”
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Penelope wasn’t the only one who needed comfort from the darkness that robbed her of sleep, Luke struggled as well. Luke Alvez wasn’t a man who was afraid of talking about his feelings, but he was a man who was afraid of corrupting Penelope’s beautiful mind and souls than it already was.
So, Luke would always find a way to get the comfort he needed by dropping little hints or just wrapping his arms around the one person who brought him peace.
When Luke did these things, Penelope knew it was his way of telling her, “Just hold me.”
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.”
