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i just wanted to say i really enjoyed reading your forgotten series, and am excited to read more of it in the future!
Thanks so much lovely ❤️ Your kind words mean an awful lot! I’m hoping to have some more time over the Christmas holidays to do some writing.
gif request meme: criminal minds + most attractive male character (requested by @nightingale6374)
Things that take time & many tries to get right:
emily & luke x unnecessary touching
Benjamin Franklin: "To follow by faith alone is to follow blindly.“ Minimal Loss, 4.03
During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…
Masterlist (x)
AN/ FINALLY here’s Part 3! I hope you enjoy reading it. Apologies for the long wait and for the terrible writing (I’m so out of practice!). But we’re starting to get to the good stuff, so please do let me know what you think. What are you most excited for? Is there anything you’re dreading? x
“Thanks for the welcome.” Prentiss said, her eyes scanning the board pinned against the wall. “It’s good that we can get started as soon as possible.” She flashed the local police chief a reassuring smile as he nodded in acknowledgment.
The BAU were well adapted to setting up quickly and in this particular case it had been stressed, by Linda Barnes herself, that time was of the essence. With the media frenzy outside the station, it was clear why the FBI brass wanted it resolving sooner rather than later too.
But, of course, the BAU would be paying it the same due diligence they did all their cases.
“Reid, if you could get started at the ME’s office?” Emily asked. “Tara and Matt, if you could take a look at the crime scene?” Her colleagues nodded in agreement.
“I’ll get one of my detectives to take you out there.” The police chief told them, gesturing to an officer stationed outside the window. “We’ve had a presence at the scene since the body was discovered in an effort to keep prying eyes away.”
“Thanks Chief. I’m sure that it will be helpful to get the insight from your officers too.” Matt replied, a small smile on his face as he and Tara left the room, closely followed by Reid. All were keen to get started on the investigation.
Emily watched them depart before turning back to the chief. “Myself and Agent Rossi are eager to speak to Lara’s family. Would it be possible to arrange a meeting?” The chief grimaced, her name clearly a reminder of the pressured situation he was facing.
“Sure. It might be better for us to go to them though. They’re not big fans of the media circus outside.” He explained. “Can’t say I blame them…”
Prentiss nodded in agreement. “Thank you for your cooperation chief.”
He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Of course. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”
“Do you have any information about the other cases that have been reported recently?” Luke asked, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other skimming the pages of the report Garcia had sent across.
With gruesome details of five other bodies found along the same stretch of highway, it certainly hadn’t been light reading. And, even with Garcia’s superb sleuthing abilities, she still hadn’t managed to track down much information about the victims themselves. Hopefully the local PD would be able to shed more light on the situation.
However, as soon as Luke glanced up to see the tense posture of the chief, he realised he’d made a mistake.
“Other cases?”
JJ frowned at the defensive tone of the chief. Hostile police forces were something she definitely didn’t miss having to deal with as Communications Liaison. “The other women who were found dead in the same area. Our technical analysist found striking similarities between-”
“Similarities?” The Chief scoffed, his unkind expression promoting Luke’s back to stiffen. “We have the body of the most influential woman in the city on our hands Agent Jareau. If you think that’s a comparison-”
Thankfully Emily decided to intervene, cutting his undoubtedly offensive comment short. “We believe these cases may be relevant Chief.” She turned to JJ and Luke, skilfully avoiding further confrontation. “I want you two to head to the local newspaper office to interview Y/N Y/L/N. See what you can find out from her.”
“Y/N Y/L/N?” The Chief asked incredulously, shaking his head. “The journalist?”
“Chief, you called us in to help. Let us do that.” Prentiss replied firmly “At the BAU we study criminal behaviour and have to investigate all of the evidence we find.”
“Do what you like…but, if you ask me you’re wasting your time, time we don’t have to spare.” He declared, his eyes narrowing slightly before he stood up. “If you’ll excuse me Agent Prentiss, I’ll arrange that meeting with the Hughes family.”
The team exchanged knowing glances as the Chief stormed from the room.
“It looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us here.” Rossi murmured quietly. “Lucky us.” His sarcastic comment prompted a few wry smiles from the group, but all knew the implications were serious. Working with a reluctant local police force was less than ideal, especially when trying to stop a serial killer.
During one of the BAU’s most difficult cases, Luke meets a dedicated journalist who is committed to fighting for the underdog. Reluctant to trust the authorities at first, she finds a friend in the compassionate FBI agent. But as they draw closer, the challenges only grow with fear, hostility and a relentless unsub whose attention turns to her…
Masterlist (x)
AN/ FINALLY here’s Part 3! I hope you enjoy reading it. Apologies for the long wait and for the terrible writing (I’m so out of practice!). But we’re starting to get to the good stuff, so please do let me know what you think. What are you most excited for? Is there anything you’re dreading? x
“Thanks for the welcome.” Prentiss said, her eyes scanning the board pinned against the wall. “It’s good that we can get started as soon as possible.” She flashed the local police chief a reassuring smile as he nodded in acknowledgment.
The BAU were well adapted to setting up quickly and in this particular case it had been stressed, by Linda Barnes herself, that time was of the essence. With the media frenzy outside the station, it was clear why the FBI brass wanted it resolving sooner rather than later too.
But, of course, the BAU would be paying it the same due diligence they did all their cases.
“Reid, if you could get started at the ME’s office?” Emily asked. “Tara and Matt, if you could take a look at the crime scene?” Her colleagues nodded in agreement.
“I’ll get one of my detectives to take you out there.” The police chief told them, gesturing to an officer stationed outside the window. “We’ve had a presence at the scene since the body was discovered in an effort to keep prying eyes away.”
“Thanks Chief. I’m sure that it will be helpful to get the insight from your officers too.” Matt replied, a small smile on his face as he and Tara left the room, closely followed by Reid. All were keen to get started on the investigation.
Emily watched them depart before turning back to the chief. “Myself and Agent Rossi are eager to speak to Lara’s family. Would it be possible to arrange a meeting?” The chief grimaced, her name clearly a reminder of the pressured situation he was facing.
“Sure. It might be better for us to go to them though. They’re not big fans of the media circus outside.” He explained. “Can’t say I blame them…”
Prentiss nodded in agreement. “Thank you for your cooperation chief.”
He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Of course. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”
“Do you have any information about the other cases that have been reported recently?” Luke asked, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other skimming the pages of the report Garcia had sent across.
With gruesome details of five other bodies found along the same stretch of highway, it certainly hadn’t been light reading. And, even with Garcia’s superb sleuthing abilities, she still hadn’t managed to track down much information about the victims themselves. Hopefully the local PD would be able to shed more light on the situation.
However, as soon as Luke glanced up to see the tense posture of the chief, he realised he’d made a mistake.
“Other cases?”
JJ frowned at the defensive tone of the chief. Hostile police forces were something she definitely didn’t miss having to deal with as Communications Liaison. “The other women who were found dead in the same area. Our technical analysist found striking similarities between-”
“Similarities?” The Chief scoffed, his unkind expression promoting Luke’s back to stiffen. “We have the body of the most influential woman in the city on our hands Agent Jareau. If you think that’s a comparison-”
Thankfully Emily decided to intervene, cutting his undoubtedly offensive comment short. “We believe these cases may be relevant Chief.” She turned to JJ and Luke, skilfully avoiding further confrontation. “I want you two to head to the local newspaper office to interview Y/N Y/L/N. See what you can find out from her.”
“Y/N Y/L/N?” The Chief asked incredulously, shaking his head. “The journalist?”
“Chief, you called us in to help. Let us do that.” Prentiss replied firmly “At the BAU we study criminal behaviour and have to investigate all of the evidence we find.”
“Do what you like…but, if you ask me you’re wasting your time, time we don’t have to spare.” He declared, his eyes narrowing slightly before he stood up. “If you’ll excuse me Agent Prentiss, I’ll arrange that meeting with the Hughes family.”
The team exchanged knowing glances as the Chief stormed from the room.
“It looks like we’ll have our work cut out for us here.” Rossi murmured quietly. “Lucky us.” His sarcastic comment prompted a few wry smiles from the group, but all knew the implications were serious. Working with a reluctant local police force was less than ideal, especially when trying to stop a serial killer.
I also changed my username! I was reidsstudies before!💛
Thanks so much for letting me know lovely! I’ve updated this for you x
Literally me rn
Are you gonna do a part 3 for forgotten?
I am! My plan to update frequently clearly went out of the window (thanks to life in general), but I am keen to continue writing as long as people enjoy reading it. 😊
Hi love , I was wondering if you could do a part three for forgotten ???❤️😘
Hi lovely, of course! Sorry for the silence recently, life and work has been crazy but I’m looking forward to having a week off and time to pursue writing. Glad to hear you’re enjoying Forgotten!
I LOVE LUKE ALVEZ,,,, KING OF TACKLING BAD GUYS, KING OF FITNESS AND ICE CREAM AND FRIENDSHIP AND DOGS,, KING OF MAKING LASAGNA!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!
Request: Can you do one where Luke wakes his wife/gf up in the morning by staring at her? Maybe he’s tracing his fingers over her shoulders or something?
Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @saintd0lce, @ogmilkis , @reidswords , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @pinkdiamond1016
Word count: 700
Warnings: none
A/N: ummm ok this was the cutest request ever, luke fluff is my favorite fluff so THANK YOU
The moment the sun peeks through the bedroom curtains, Luke’s eyes open wide. Every morning, he’s reminded of the day the two of you picked them out.
“They’re so thin,” he’d groaned, running his fingers over the fabric. “What’s the point of even having curtains if they’re not going to keep the sun out?”
You’d rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and continuing to marvel over the lacy, blue material. “Look how pretty they are, though. Especially with the pattern here.”
Luke knew, the moment you declared how much you loved them, that he’d be buying the damn things. He never could say no to you, even if he wanted to. Consequently, because of the nearly invisible curtains, he now woke up every morning at the literal crack of dawn. But, on the plus side, being awake before you meant he had a few minutes to watch you while you slept.
Which is totally not as creepy as it sounds… Or, maybe it was. But Luke didn’t care. What mattered was the way your hair was splashed out messily over the pillow, contrasting with the white satin fabric, and the way your mouth was open just the slightest bit, your face totally relaxed.
Some mornings, Luke would turn over to see that you’d somehow managed to hoard all the blankets on your side of the bed. You’d be buried under the comforter, barely visible to him.
But this morning, you’d kicked the blankets halfway down the bed, so that they were pooled around your waist. You were on your side, facing him- you always faced Luke when you slept- with your fist tucked underneath your chin. Luke marveled at how peaceful and calm you looked, your skin sparkling in the warm sunlight.
He stayed still, careful not to wake you, and tried to fathom how someone so beautiful could be all his. Getting to wake up next to you day after day was something he’d never take for granted.
Luke wasn’t sure how much time passed until he couldn’t resist the urge to reach across the mattress and close the distance between you any longer. When he did, his touch was gentle- his fingertips barely ghosting over the soft skin of your exposed shoulder. He let his touch graze down the length of your arm, smirking as he left a trail of goosebumps in his wake, before retracing the same pattern back up again.
He finds an array of freckles on your shoulder that he begins playing connect the dots with when your eyes slowly flutter open. Luke’s touch was sending shivers down your arm. At first he doesn’t notice that you’re awake, he’s too focused on the sunspots littering your collarbone, but when a soft yawn escapes your lips, his gaze meets yours.
You can’t help the smile that creeps across your face upon seeing Luke. His hair is a mess, dark brown curls poking out in every direction. You reach across the mattress and let your thumb trace across his cheek, just below the dark circles that are cradling his warm eyes.
“You still look tired,” you observe, your voice still thick from sleep. Your hand falls to his strong, defined bicep.
He chuckles, his arm trailing down your side until it lands on your waist. “Maybe if we had some darker curtains-”
“Oh my god,” you interrupt, poking his shoulder playfully. “Enough about the curtains.”
Luke laughs, he grips at the fleshy part of your hip before pulling your body into his chest. You willingly oblige, letting his arms snake around your waist securely. You rest your forehead against his bare chest. God, he was always so warm- like your own personal heater.
All you can see is Luke’s tan skin- all you can hear is Luke’s steady, rhythmic breathing- all you can smell is his crisp, comforting scent- and all you can feel is his warm, safe embrace. In that moment, you decide that any day that begins completely encompassed by all things Luke, was going to be a good day.
Luke helping his girlfriend with stuff after she hurt her ankle.
Harsh how much I need this atm 🥺🙈 My leg still isn’t back to normal haha!
Luke Alvez soft moodboard
Request: “could you write something about Luke falling in love with his childhood best friend please 🥺”
Tagged: @ssaic-jareau , @alvezstan , @saintd0lce , @ogmilkis, @reidswords , @ssa-morgan , @garcias-batcave , @akimagies, @zhangyixingxing1 , @sskhair
Word count: 11.3k
Warnings: PTSD, blood mention, gsw mention, smut
A/N: Wow, I really took this request and ran with it. I really didn’t need to write an 11k fic but here we are!!!!
You’re 8 years old and have never felt so happy before.
You’re riding your bike through the fields with Luke right beside you, the setting sun creating a thousands shades of orange, pink and purple in the sky up above. And you’re going faster, faster, faster until your legs burn.
As you return to your house to eat ice cream, pistachio for you and chocolate for Luke, you think to yourself that you’re so glad the boy moved here. You can’t imagine happiness without him.
He came to your school at the beginning of the year. At first he didn’t say much. He was quiet and shy and always staring down at his shoes. You stick up for him in the classroom when the mean boys start picking on him for the color of his skin, and again in the cafeteria when the bullies make jokes about the strange lunch his mom packed him.
“Thanks,” he had told you quietly, his gaze not meeting yours.
Luke has this big smile that makes your tummy feel all funny, and a pair of big, mocha eyes, so beautiful that you think you have a new favorite color.
