lillmirey

[lillmirey]

MOTHER LOOKS SOOO GOOD

Gwen at the BAFTA is so 🤤

[lillmirey]

Bewitched and Bound

summary: waking up in Westview with your ex(?) Lover.

pairing: Agatha Harknessx fem!witch!reader

conten warnings: Manipulation, Violence, Angst, Jealousy

Readers sensitive to these topics should proceed with caution or avoid the story entirely.

Word Count: 959

I. Waking Up

It starts like a whisper. A thread of something wrong, pulling at the edges of your mind.

You are standing in the kitchen, apron tied neatly at your waist, hands dusted with flour as you knead dough for tonight’s dinner. The smell of sugar and cinnamon fills the air. Outside, the sun is bright, the sky endless blue.

It is a perfect day.

And yet—

Something tugs at you, sharp and insistent.

A shiver runs down your spine.

“Come on, darling,” a voice purrs behind you.

Warm hands slide over your shoulders, slow and deliberate.

“Wake up.”

The world tilts. The colors are too bright. The air too still. A memory—no, a thousand memories—flood your mind all at once.

Salem.

The coven’s screams. The rush of magic crackling through the air. Agatha standing before you, eyes dark, smiling as power devoured your sisters whole.

Agatha.

Your chest tightens. Your body remembers before your mind fully catches up—her hands, her lips, the way she whispered your name in the dark. The way she left you behind.

You whirl around, heart pounding.

And there she is.

Smirking. As if centuries haven’t passed. As if she didn’t tear your world apart.

“You,” you breathe.

Agatha tilts her head. “Me,” she echoes, amused.

Your pulse thrums against your ribs. The walls of the kitchen seem wrong now—fabricated. The air hums with something unnatural.

“What did you do?” you whisper.

Her smirk widens. “Not me, love. Her.”

And just like that, the illusion shatters.

II. The Game Begins

Westview is a lie.

A carefully spun fantasy, stitched together with Wanda Maximoff’s grief.

And you? You are nothing more than a character in its script.

Your name is stitched into neighborhood potlucks, afternoon tea, warm smiles exchanged across white picket fences. Your life is one of routine—morning coffee, evening cocktails, gentle laughter over dinner with your loving wife.

Agatha—no, Agnes—fits into the role effortlessly. She laughs too loud at the neighbors’ jokes, offers winking gossip over fresh-baked muffins, presses kisses to your cheek like she was made for this world.

You hate how easily she plays the part.

And worse—you hate how easily you do too.

But you remember.

And so does she.

Nights are spent in hushed whispers, stolen moments behind locked doors, planning, plotting. If Wanda created this world, then she could undo it. The only question was—how?

“You and I, sweetheart,” Agatha murmurs one night, her breath warm against your neck, “we’re different. Real. And I’m so close to figuring her out.”

Her fingers graze yours, slow and deliberate.

“Just need a little more time.”

Time.

The one thing you don’t have.

III . Old Habits

It starts as a game.

You slip into your scripted role, the perfect neighbor, the doting wife. You smile when you’re meant to, laugh at the right moments, brush a hand over Agatha’s when no one is looking.

But Agatha—Agatha watches you.

She watches when you flirt too easily, when you smile too sweetly at the other neighbors.

When you pretend like none of this matters.

“Careful, darling,” she purrs one night, her fingers gripping your wrist just a little too tightly. “Wouldn’t want to make me jealous.”

You arch a brow. “Jealous?”

Agatha leans in, close enough that her breath fans across your lips. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.”

But her eyes say something else.

And when she kisses you later that night, it’s all teeth and fire.

IV. The Fight

Wanda finds you first.

She knows, now, that you and Agatha aren’t just ordinary puppets in her world. She knows you are witches. Threats.

So she comes for you.

Scarlet magic surges through the walls, cracking the illusion of Westview around you. Agatha moves first, launching herself between you and Wanda, violet power crackling at her fingertips.

“Darling, get behind me,” Agatha orders.

But you don’t listen.

You throw your own magic forward, twin streams of violet and blue clashing against Wanda’s red. The ground shakes. The sky splits.

“You don’t belong here,” Wanda snarls.

You laugh bitterly. “Neither do you.”

Agatha’s magic surges, wrapping around Wanda like a serpent, tightening—suffocating.

For a second, you think you’ve won.

But then—

Red explodes, tendrils wrapping around both you and Agatha. The pain is sharp, searing, pulling—rewriting.

Agatha reaches for you, her fingers brushing yours as the world tilts.

Then—

Darkness.

V. A Perfect Life

The morning sunlight spills through the lace curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the bedroom walls. The air is warm, carrying the scent of lavender and fresh coffee. A familiar weight rests beside you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder.

“Morning, darling,” comes a sleepy murmur.

You sigh, shifting closer into her warmth. “Morning, Agnes.”

She hums in response, pressing a kiss to your temple.

It’s the same as every morning. Waking up wrapped in soft sheets, her scent lingering in the air. The quiet hum of the house waking with you.

Everything is perfect.

Because this is your life.

It has always been your life.

Lazy mornings in bed. Afternoons spent tending to the garden, humming along to an old record on the radio. Evenings curled up on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, her fingers laced with yours.

There is no before.

There is no after.

Only this.

Only her.

She sighs, stretching beside you, a lazy smile curving at her lips. “Come on, sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice warm and familiar, “let’s start the day.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before slipping out of bed.

And just like that, another perfect day begins.

Because it has always been this way.

And it always will be.

Forever.

[lillmirey]

just published a fanfiction on Wattpad!!

it's a Maria Hill fanfic ;)

it will include all marvel movies and stuff! first chapter is online if you want to check it out :))

[lillmirey]

„Shadows of Fear“

summary: Reader goes undercover for a case. her Girlfriend Alex is worried.

Pairing: Alex Blake x Female Reader

Conten Warnings: Violence, Sexual Harassment, Homophobia, Threats, Panic and Distress.

Readers sensitive to these topics should proceed with caution or avoid the story entirely.

Word Count: ~3000

Authors Note: first fiction this year!! hope you all have a great 2025! <3

Alex Blake had faced countless horrors in her years as a profiler, but this case struck a nerve she hadn’t anticipated. The unsub targeted women who looked eerily like you—brunette, confident, kind-eyed—and his hatred for queer women was evident in the brutality of his crimes.

When Hotch suggested you go undercover to draw the unsub out, Alex felt her heart drop. She knew you were a capable agent, but the idea of you putting yourself in the unsub’s crosshairs made her stomach churn.

“I’ll be fine,” you had assured her, touching her hand gently. “You’ll be watching me the whole time.”

She nodded, unable to voice her fears. Alex knew you were right, but that didn’t make it any easier to let you walk into danger.

The bar was crowded and lively, the perfect hunting ground for someone like the unsub. You moved through the space with ease, blending in as if you belonged. The hidden camera on you fed directly to the surveillance van where the team watched, Alex’s eyes glued to the monitor.

“There’s someone at the bar,” you said quietly, your voice steady through the comms. “Late thirties, dark hair, fits the description. He’s been staring at me.”

“Approach with caution,” Hotch instructed.

Alex felt her pulse quicken as you made your way toward the man. He turned to you as you slid onto the stool next to him, his eyes scanning you with unsettling intensity.

“Here alone?” he asked, a small, predatory smile curling his lips.

“Just enjoying the night,” you replied smoothly, playing your role.

He leaned closer, offering to buy you a drink. You accepted, keeping the conversation light and friendly as you waited for him to make his move.

After a while, his smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve got a real nice smile,” he said, his tone dripping with false charm. “Bet the girls fall all over you.”

You laughed lightly, feigning bashfulness. “I don’t know about that.”

His expression darkened slightly. “You don’t seem like the type to waste your time with men.”

Your stomach tightened, but you kept your composure. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to good company.”

He chuckled, though it lacked warmth. “Well, maybe I can change your mind about that. How about we get out of here?”

“Your call,” Alex’s voice came through the comms, tense.

You hesitated briefly before replying, “Sure.”

The man grinned, standing and gesturing for you to follow him.

He led you out of the bar and down a quiet, dimly lit alley. Your heart was racing, but you maintained a calm exterior, your fingers brushing over the comm hidden in your sleeve to ensure it was still transmitting.

“So,” you said casually, “where are we headed?”

He stopped suddenly, turning to face you. His expression had shifted, the friendly façade replaced by something colder.

“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, stepping closer. “Why women like you waste yourselves on each other.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, taking a small step back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he continued, ignoring your question. “And for what? To kiss another woman? You think that’s going to make you happy?”

You clenched your jaw, but forced yourself to stay calm. “I don’t think this is any of your business.”

“Oh, it is,” he said darkly, closing the distance between you. Before you could react, he grabbed your arm, his grip bruising. “You just haven’t met the right man. Someone who can show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Let go,” you said firmly, trying to pull away.

Instead, he yanked you closer, his other hand gripping your chin as he leaned in. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You just need someone to remind you what it’s like to feel real desire.”

The scent of alcohol on his breath was overpowering as he forced his lips toward yours. You turned your face away, struggling against him.

“Stop,” you said sharply, panic creeping into your voice.

“Oh, I see,” he sneered, his grip tightening. “You think you’re better than me. That I disgust you. But you’ll see. I’ll show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

The comm crackled in your ear. “Team, move in,” Hotch ordered.

The unsub must have heard the faint noise or sensed the shift in your demeanor, because his expression twisted into fury. Before you could react, his hand shot to your throat, squeezing hard as he dragged you back against him.

“Stay back!” he shouted as the team swarmed into the alley, their guns drawn.

“Let her go!” Hotch commanded, his voice steady despite the tense situation.

The unsub ignored him, his grip tightening on your neck. You clawed at his hand, gasping for air as your vision blurred.

“Put the weapon down, or I’ll kill her!” he shouted, his voice wild.

Alex stepped forward, her gun trained on him, her eyes blazing with fury. “If you hurt her, you won’t get out of here alive.”

Her voice was cold, steady, and full of conviction. The unsub hesitated, his grip faltering slightly as he glanced between her and the other agents.

That was all the opening you needed. Summoning every ounce of strength, you drove your elbow into his stomach. He let out a grunt, his hold loosening just enough for you to twist free and stumble toward Alex.

“Hands in the air!” Hotch barked as the unsub raised his hands in surrender, realizing he was outnumbered and outmaneuvered.

Alex caught you as you stumbled, her arms wrapping tightly around you. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

You nodded, though your throat ached and your breaths came in shallow gasps. “I’m fine,” you rasped.

“You’re safe now,” she murmured, holding you close as the rest of the team moved to secure the unsub.

Back at the precinct, Alex stayed by your side, refusing to leave you for even a moment. She kept her hand on yours as the medics checked you over, her worry evident in her every movement.

When you were finally cleared, she led you to a quiet room, shutting the door behind you.

“You shouldn’t have gone,” she said softly, her voice breaking slightly. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You reached for her hand, lacing your fingers together. “I had to. We caught him, Alex. It’s over.”

She cupped your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “You scared me,” she admitted, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I know,” you said gently. “I’m sorry. But I knew you’d come for me.”

Her lips pressed to your forehead, her touch lingering. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning into her touch.

For the first time in days, Alex allowed herself to relax, the weight of her fear finally lifting. You were safe, and that was all that mattered.

[lillmirey]

so real

[lillmirey]

„Partners in Justice“

summary:Under the pressure of a difficult case, Casey snaps at her closest ally, Detective Y/N threatening their growing bond. As the case reaches a turning point, they must reconcile their feelings and find their way back to each other.

Pairing: Casey Novak x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of assault (case-related, no graphic details), Emotional conflict and stress, Brief argument and hurtful words

Word Count: ~3000

Authors Note: This may not reach many people but idc. i love Casey Novak

The squad room was alive with its usual frenetic energy, a hum of phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and tense conversations. Detective Y/N Y/L/N stood at the whiteboard, drawing a timeline of events for the latest case—a brutal assault that had rocked the community.

Her phone buzzed on her desk, the name Casey Novak flashing on the screen. Casey, the ADA assigned to the case, had been under immense pressure to prepare for the upcoming trial. They’d been working closely for weeks, but lately, Casey had seemed… distant.

Y/N opened the text:

“Come to my office ASAP. We need to talk.”

Frowning, Y/N grabbed her coat and headed upstairs.

Casey’s office was a mess. Papers and folders were strewn across the desk, and a half-empty coffee cup balanced precariously on a stack of files. Casey herself looked just as frazzled, her hair slightly out of place and her normally confident demeanor marred by a furrowed brow.

“Detective,” Casey greeted curtly without looking up from the document she was reviewing.

“Casey,” Y/N said, stepping into the room. “What’s going on?”

Casey finally looked up, her green eyes sharp. “The defense just filed a motion to suppress the victim’s testimony. If the judge grants it, we lose the case. Everything we’ve been working on falls apart.”

“Okay,” Y/N said calmly. “Then we fight it. What’s our angle?”

Casey slammed the file down on the desk. “That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one who has to stand in front of a jury and salvage this disaster!”

Y/N blinked, taken aback. “Casey, I’m trying to help you.”

“Are you? Because it feels like I’m the only one who actually cares about winning this case!”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, hurt flashing across her face. “I don’t deserve that, Casey.”

Casey’s expression softened briefly, but the tension didn’t leave her shoulders. “Just… go, Y/N. I need to focus.”

Y/N stood there for a moment, the sting of Casey’s words making her chest ache. Without another word, she turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her.

Back in the squad room, Y/N buried herself in work, the sting of Casey’s outburst lingering. Olivia Benson noticed the tension and approached her desk.

“You alright?” Olivia asked.

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Olivia raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Let me know if you need anything.”

The hours dragged on, and eventually, the squad room emptied. Y/N stayed late, combing through witness statements and evidence, anything to keep her mind off Casey.

But she couldn’t stop replaying the argument in her head. Casey’s frustration wasn’t new, but this time, it felt personal. And that hurt more than Y/N wanted to admit.

Two days later, the trial began. Y/N didn’t see Casey before she entered the courtroom, but when the ADA strode in, she was back in her element—composed, confident, and razor-sharp.

Y/N sat in the back of the courtroom, watching as Casey dismantled the defense’s motion with precision. Her arguments were airtight, her delivery flawless. By the end of the hearing, the judge ruled in their favor: the victim’s testimony would stand.

When Casey turned to leave the courtroom, her eyes briefly met Y/N’s. There was relief there, but also something unspoken.

That evening, Y/N was back in the squad room, finishing up paperwork, when Casey walked in.

“Detective,” Casey said softly, standing near the edge of Y/N’s desk.

Y/N looked up, her expression guarded. “Casey.”

Casey shifted awkwardly, holding a manila folder in her hands. “We won the motion.”

“I know,” Y/N said. “I was there.”

Casey nodded, setting the folder down. “I wanted to say thank you. For all the work you’ve done on this case.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

Casey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “No. I wanted to say I’m sorry. For snapping at you the other day. I was stressed, but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.”

Y/N studied her for a moment, then softened. “I get it. This job can mess with your head. But, Casey, I’m on your side. Always. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Casey’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I know that now. And I’ll try to remember it next time.”

“Good,” Y/N said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Casey spoke again. “Are you hungry? I owe you dinner. As an apology.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Apologizing with food? I might have to take you up on that.”

Casey chuckled, the tension between them finally dissipating. “Come on. I know a great place down the street.”

Over dinner at a cozy Italian restaurant, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Casey told stories from her law school days, and Y/N shared some of the more ridiculous moments from her time as a rookie.

As they walked back to the precinct, the city lights casting a warm glow, Casey hesitated. “Y/N, I meant what I said earlier. About not being alone. You’ve been my rock through all of this, and I don’t think I’ve told you how much that means to me.”

Y/N stopped, turning to face her. “You don’t have to say it, Casey. I already know.”

Casey smiled softly, her eyes shining with something unspoken. “Still. I wanted to.”

They stood there for a moment, the bustling city fading into the background. Then, Casey reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s.

“Thank you,” Casey said.

“For what?”

“For being you,” Casey whispered, her voice barely audible over the city’s hum.

Y/N smiled, intertwining their fingers. “Always.”

They didn’t need to say anything else. Whatever label they put on their relationship could wait. For now, they had each other—and that was enough.

[lillmirey]

„Protecting You”

summary: Melissa is your own personal Protector

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Female Reader

Conten Warning: none just fluff and protectiveness

Word Count: 3k

The cafeteria at Abbott Elementary was its usual chaotic self. Teachers buzzed around, half-eating and half-grading, while kids darted outside to squeeze in the last minutes of recess. You sat at your usual spot at the far end of the staff table, gently sipping your tea and flipping through a small stack of student essays.

Across from you, Jacob and Gregory were deep in debate over something trivial—probably the merits of classroom seating charts again. Barbara chimed in occasionally, her usual graceful authority effortlessly shutting down Jacob’s more outlandish claims.

And then there was Melissa.

She sat beside you, sipping her coffee and shooting the occasional glare at anyone who looked like they might disturb your peace. It was subtle—most people didn’t even notice—but you’d long since picked up on her habits. Melissa was always watching, always making sure you were okay.

You glanced up and caught her eye. She arched an eyebrow. “You good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “Just a little tired. It’s been a long week.”

Melissa’s gaze softened, and she reached over to pluck the essays from your hands. “Go ahead and eat. These can wait.”

“Melissa, I—”

“Eat,” she said firmly, cutting you off with a pointed look.

You sighed but relented, knowing better than to argue. Melissa always had a way of getting her way, especially when it came to you.

Barbara chuckled from down the table. “Melissa, you spoil her too much.”

Melissa shrugged, leaning back in her chair. “Someone’s gotta look out for her. She’s too sweet for her own good.”

You felt your cheeks warm as the others laughed.

“She’s not wrong,” Gregory said, offering you a kind smile. “You’re always putting everyone else first. It’s nice to see someone returning the favor.”

You ducked your head, embarrassed by the attention. “It’s nothing, really. I just like helping out.”

“And that’s exactly why you need someone like me,” Melissa said, her voice teasing but her eyes serious.

The day passed quickly, and soon enough, you were back in your classroom, tidying up after your students. You were humming softly to yourself when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey, kid,” Melissa called, leaning against the doorway. “You got a minute?”

“Of course,” you said, setting down a stack of papers. “What’s up?”

She stepped inside, her usual confident stride a little slower. “Heard a couple of the kids in your class were giving you trouble today.”

You hesitated, unsure how she knew about the incident. “It wasn’t a big deal. Just a little back-and-forth.”

Melissa’s jaw tightened. “They back-talked you?”

You waved her off. “It’s fine, Melissa. I handled it.”

She crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “You don’t have to put up with that, you know. If they’re giving you a hard time, you let me know. I’ll have a word with them.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her protectiveness. “I appreciate it, but really, I’m okay.”

Melissa gave you a long look before finally nodding. “Alright. But if it happens again, you better tell me. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said with a laugh.

“Good,” she said, her expression softening. “Now, come on. Barbara’s got cookies in the lounge, and I know you’ve got a sweet tooth.”

The teachers’ lounge was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the day. Barbara was holding court at the table, passing around a tin of her famous oatmeal raisin cookies.

“Melissa managed to drag you out of your classroom, huh?” Barbara said with a smile as you entered.

“She needed a break,” Melissa said, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as she guided you to a chair.

Jacob looked up from his crossword puzzle. “You really do work too hard. Have you ever considered relaxing?”

“I relax!” you protested, though your tone was more amused than defensive.

Gregory raised an eyebrow. “When? You’re always the last one out of the building.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Melissa cut you off. “That’s because she’s got a heart bigger than her classroom. Doesn’t mean she should be running herself into the ground.”

Barbara hummed in agreement. “Melissa’s right. You need to take care of yourself, dear. You can’t pour from an empty cup.”

You smiled, touched by their concern. “Thanks, guys. I’ll try to take it easier.”

“Good,” Melissa said, handing you a cookie. “Starting now.”

The following week brought its own challenges. A parent had sent a curt email about your teaching methods, and while you knew you were doing everything right, the criticism still stung.

You didn’t think anyone had noticed how off you were until Melissa cornered you in the hallway after school.

“Alright, spill,” she said, her hands on her hips.

“Spill what?” you asked, playing dumb.

“Don’t give me that,” she said, her voice softer now. “You’ve been quiet all day. What’s going on?”

You sighed, leaning against the wall. “It’s nothing. Just a tough email from a parent. It’s not a big deal.”

Melissa’s eyes narrowed. “What did they say?”

“It’s really not—”

“What. Did. They. Say?” she repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated before finally relenting. “They didn’t think I was challenging their kid enough. Said I wasn’t doing my job properly.”

Melissa’s jaw clenched, and you could see the fire in her eyes. “That’s bull. You’re one of the best teachers in this building, and anyone with half a brain can see that.”

You smiled faintly. “Thanks, Melissa. That means a lot.”

“No, I mean it,” she said, stepping closer. “You work harder than anyone else here, and you care more than anyone I’ve ever met. Don’t let some clueless parent make you doubt yourself.”

Her words were like a balm to your soul, and you felt some of the tension in your chest ease. “You always know how to make me feel better,” you said softly.

“That’s because I care about you, sweetheart,” she said, her voice low and earnest.

Your heart fluttered, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

It was the next day when Melissa’s protectiveness hit an all-time high. One of the new substitute teachers, Mr. Whitman, had been overly friendly toward you in the lounge. While you didn’t think much of it, Melissa clearly did.

She stood behind you, her arms crossed and her gaze icy as Mr. Whitman tried to strike up a conversation.

“So, you’re the one everyone’s been talking about,” he said, flashing you a smile. “They weren’t kidding. You’re really something.”

“Yeah, she is,” Melissa said, her tone cool and sharp. “And she doesn’t need you bothering her.”

Mr. Whitman blinked, clearly taken aback. “I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t leaving?” Melissa interrupted, her expression daring him to argue.

He hesitated for a moment before mumbling an excuse and walking away.

You turned to Melissa, a mix of amusement and gratitude on your face. “You didn’t have to scare him off.”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” she said, her voice softening. “You don’t need guys like him hanging around. You deserve better than that.”

You smiled, touched by her protectiveness. “You’re always looking out for me, huh?”

“Always,” she said, her green eyes meeting yours.

And in that moment, you realized that Melissa wasn’t just protecting you because she cared about you as a friend. She was protecting you because she loved you.

And maybe, just maybe, you loved her too.

[lillmirey]

„The Weight of the Truth“

summary: in which Emily relays on her Girlfriend

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: Season 17 plot line used. fluff

Word Count: 1,2k

The BAU was quiet that night, the kind of silence that rang louder than the chaos the team usually endured. Emily Prentiss sat at her desk, the warm glow of her desk lamp highlighting the exhaustion etched into her face. You, her long-time girlfriend, had promised to meet her at Quantico to help her unwind after a particularly grueling week. You often joked that dating the Unit Chief of the BAU meant being her second-in-command when it came to maintaining her sanity.

But tonight, you could tell something was different.

The moment you stepped into her office, Emily’s eyes lifted to meet yours, and you could see the storm brewing behind them. Her lips quirked into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, closing the door behind you. You placed the takeout bag on her desk and walked over, your hands naturally finding her shoulders to knead out the tension. “You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world today.”

Emily leaned into your touch but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes, savoring the fleeting comfort you offered.

“You always know,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Of course I know,” you replied. “I know you better than anyone, Em.”

For a while, she let you work on the knots in her shoulders, the room enveloped in a comfortable silence. But then she spoke, her tone unsteady.

“(Y/N)… there’s something I need to tell you.”

You stilled, sensing the shift in the air. You moved to sit in the chair across from her, reaching for her hands.

“Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together,” you assured her.

She looked down at your joined hands, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “This week has been… complicated. The team found out some things about me that I’ve been keeping under wraps. Things I never wanted to come out.”

You frowned, your mind racing. “What do you mean?”

Emily’s gaze lifted, the vulnerability in her eyes cutting you to your core. “Before I joined the BAU—before I even met you—I was… recruited by an international organization. It was supposed to be temporary, just a few undercover missions. But those missions turned into something darker, something I’ve been trying to bury ever since.”

Your heart clenched at the weight of her words, but you didn’t interrupt.

“One of those missions involved planting false evidence,” she continued. “It was supposed to take down a dangerous criminal network, but the fallout… it ruined lives. And now, it’s come back to haunt me. Someone leaked my involvement, and the team—” She broke off, her voice cracking.

“They’re questioning you,” you finished for her.

She nodded, her jaw tight. “They say they understand, but I can see the doubt in their eyes. I’ve worked so hard to lead this team with integrity, and now it feels like everything I’ve built is falling apart.”

You let her words sink in, the gravity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. Emily Prentiss was the strongest person you knew, but even she had her limits.

“Emily,” you said, your voice firm. “I don’t care about your past. I care about who you are now. And the woman I see in front of me is brave, compassionate, and willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people she loves.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, but she blinked them away. “You say that now, but what if—”

“No,” you interrupted, squeezing her hands. “I’m not going anywhere, no matter how messy things get. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

Emily’s lips parted as if to argue, but the look in your eyes stopped her. For once, she allowed herself to lean on you, the walls she so carefully constructed crumbling just a little.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

You stood, pulling her into a tight embrace. She clung to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Emily,” you murmured. “And we’re going to get through this. Together.”

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The fallout from Emily’s past continued to loom over the team in the weeks that followed. Tension was high, and trust was strained. You could see how it weighed on her, the constant scrutiny taking its toll.

One evening, you found her sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, staring blankly at the wall. You slid in beside her, tucking yourself under her arm.

“Bad day?” you asked gently.

She let out a heavy sigh. “They caught the leak, but the damage is done. I can tell the team’s still wary. And maybe they should be. Maybe I’m not the leader they deserve.”

“Don’t say that,” you said firmly. “You’ve saved more lives than I can count, Emily. You’ve made mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t erase all the good you’ve done.”

She looked at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. “What if I can’t fix this? What if I lose everything I’ve worked for?”

“You won’t lose me,” you said softly.

That night, as you lay in bed together, you held her close, letting her feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. It was a silent promise—a reminder that no matter what happened, she wasn’t alone.

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Months passed, and Emily slowly began to rebuild the trust she thought she’d lost. The team rallied around her, proving that the bonds they shared were stronger than any shadow from her past.

And you were there every step of the way, reminding her of her worth, of the love that surrounded her.

One evening, as you stood in the kitchen cooking dinner, Emily walked in, a rare smile gracing her lips. She wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“What’s this for?” you asked with a laugh.

“For being you,” she replied simply. “For sticking by me when I wasn’t sure I deserved it.”

You turned in her arms, cupping her face. “You deserve the world, Emily Prentiss. Don’t ever doubt that.”

In that moment, she realized that no matter how dark her past might be, the future was brighter because you were in it.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt at peace.

[lillmirey]

“The Weight of Goodbye”

summary: Emily and You for the last time.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Emily's Fake Death! Just Angst no comfort!

Word count: 2,192

Author's note: this is just straight up sad :(

The warehouse was chaos. Broken glass crunched under your boots as you rushed through the dimly lit space, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your gun felt heavy in your hands, but not nearly as heavy as the dread in your chest. Doyle was here. And so was Emily.

“Prentiss!” you called out, your voice echoing in the vast, cold space.

No answer.

The sound of gunfire rang out in the distance, sharp and terrifying. You forced your legs to move faster, darting around corners, scanning the area for any sign of her. The rest of the team was outside, coordinating with SWAT, but you had insisted on coming in. You couldn’t let her face this alone—not after everything Doyle had done, not after the hell he’d put her through.

And definitely not after the way her voice had cracked over the comms earlier, as though she didn’t believe she’d make it out of this alive.

You refused to let that happen.

“Emily!” you shouted again, turning another corner. This time, your heart stopped.

She was there, crumpled on the ground near a metal beam, blood staining her dark shirt. Ian Doyle was nowhere in sight, but that didn’t matter. All you saw was Emily, pale and trembling, a weak gasp escaping her lips as she clutched at her stomach.

“Emily!” You dropped your weapon and fell to your knees beside her, your hands hovering over the wound. “No, no, no—stay with me, okay? Help’s coming.”

Her eyes fluttered open, her dark gaze meeting yours. Even now, in her pain, she tried to smile.

“You’re… here,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Of course I’m here,” you said, your voice breaking. “I’m not leaving you. You hear me? I’m not leaving.”

Her hand reached out, trembling, and you grabbed it, holding on tightly. She was so cold.

“I—” Emily tried to speak, but a ragged cough interrupted her, blood bubbling at the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t talk,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “Save your strength. You’re going to be fine.”

But even as you said it, you felt the panic rising in your chest. The wound was bad—too much blood, her breaths too shallow.

“You don’t have to pretend,” Emily whispered, her grip on your hand tightening. “I know…”

“No,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “You don’t know anything, okay? You’re going to make it. You have to make it.”

Her eyes softened, the pain in them replaced by something else. Something sad. Something final.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

You shook your head again, harder this time. “Don’t you dare apologize. You’re not saying goodbye, Emily. Do you hear me? You don’t get to leave me like this.”

Her lips quirked into the faintest smile. “I—”

Her words cut off as her body jerked, her eyes rolling back as unconsciousness took her.

“Emily!” you screamed, shaking her lightly. “Emily!”

Footsteps thundered behind you as the team finally arrived. Morgan was shouting something, and you felt strong hands pulling you away as paramedics swarmed in.

“She’s still alive,” one of them said. “Let’s move—now!”

You fought against Morgan’s grip, desperate to stay with her, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“They’ll take care of her,” he said, his voice steady but grim. “We need to give them space.”

You watched helplessly as they loaded her onto a stretcher, her lifeless form disappearing into the ambulance.

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Hours passed, each one more excruciating than the last. The waiting room was stifling, the sterile smell of the hospital making you feel sick. The rest of the team was there—Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, JJ, Garcia—but you barely registered their presence. All you could think about was Emily.

You replayed the scene over and over in your mind: the blood, her voice, the way her hand had clung to yours as though you were her last anchor.

What if those were her last moments? What if you’d never get to tell her—

No. You couldn’t think like that. She was a fighter. She’d make it. She had to.

The door to the waiting room opened, and JJ stepped in, her expression solemn and strained.

Hotch stood immediately, his face unreadable. “What’s the update?”

JJ hesitated, glancing around the room before meeting Hotch’s gaze. Then she turned to the rest of you, her eyes brimming with tears.

“She didn’t make it off the table,” she said softly, her voice cracking.

The words didn’t register at first. It felt like the world had slowed down, the air sucked out of the room.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “No, that’s not—she can’t—”

You stumbled to your feet, your legs barely holding you up. Morgan reached out to steady you, but you pushed him away.

“She was alive,” you said, your voice rising. “I was with her. She was alive. You’re wrong. You have to be wrong.”

JJ’s face crumpled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling.

You felt like the ground had been ripped out from under you. The room spun, your chest tightening until you couldn’t breathe.

“No,” you said again, more desperate this time. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”

Garcia was crying, her sobs muffled as JJ pulled her into a hug. Rossi’s head was bowed, his hands clasped tightly together. Hotch stood stoically, his jaw clenched, but even he looked shaken.

Morgan tried again to reach for you, but you flinched away.

“I need—I need to get out of here,” you said, your voice breaking.

You didn’t wait for a response. You turned and fled the room, ignoring their calls for you to stop.

[lillmirey]

The Unspoken feelings

Summary: in which you and Emily finally admit the truth about your feelings.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x you

Content warnings: none just fluff and a kiss

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: this is my first fanfic! i hope you like it <3

Emily Prentiss, your best friend. The one person who seemed to understand you better than anyone else. The one person who made your heart beat just a little faster every time she walked into the room.

You weren’t sure when it had started—the fluttering feeling when she smiled at you, the warmth in your chest when you shared inside jokes, the way your body leaned toward hers whenever she spoke—but over time, it had grown into something more. Something you couldn’t ignore, even if you tried.

You stole a glance at Emily from the corner of your eye. She was talking to Derek, her smile genuine as always, her eyes sparkling with warmth. But when she laughed, there was a brief moment when her gaze flicked toward you. And in that split second, it was like the world around you vanished. It was just the two of you, standing there in an unspoken understanding.

You quickly turned your attention back to the file in front of you, forcing yourself to focus. It had been this way for months—your heart betraying you, your thoughts consumed with her—and yet neither of you had ever acknowledged it. Maybe you were afraid. Maybe she was, too.

“Hey, you,” Emily’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, her tone soft but teasing.

You looked up to find her leaning against your desk, arms crossed, a playful smile on her lips. “You’re awfully quiet today. Is the world ending?”

You grinned at her, shaking your head. “Nope. Just trying to figure out this case.”

“You always say that,” she replied, her voice lighter now. “You know, you should take a break once in a while. Relax.”

The suggestion wasn’t anything new. Emily had always been the one to push you to take care of yourself, to laugh more, to not let the weight of the job drag you down. But lately, you found her care for you felt different, as if there was something more to it. Something unspoken that neither of you dared to address.

“You know me, Prentiss,” you said, trying to sound casual. “I like being busy. Keeps my mind off things.”

Emily raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smirk. “What, like the case or something else?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was she hinting at something? You didn’t know. But you knew one thing for sure—you had no idea how to handle this growing tension between the two of you. The teasing, the subtle touches, the glances. It was all becoming too much.

You took a deep breath and smiled, trying to deflect. “You always try to read me, don’t you?”

“Not trying,” Emily replied with a wink. “I’m good at it.”

Her gaze softened as she studied you, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world around you ceased to exist. It was just her and you, standing there, caught in the same complicated web of emotions. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Hotch’s voice echoed through the bullpen.

“Prentiss, [Y/N], we’ve got a lead,” Hotch said, his usual stoic expression in place. “Briefing in five.”

The moment was broken, and Emily straightened up, nodding. “Got it, Hotch.”

As she turned to walk away, you caught her wrist, stopping her mid-step. She glanced back at you, confusion flickering across her features. The room around you seemed to fade once again.

“Emily,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended. “Can we talk later? After the briefing?”

She hesitated, eyes searching yours. Then, with a small nod, she gave you a soft smile. “Of course. Later.”

You watched her walk away, your heart racing in your chest. You knew it was coming. You knew the conversation you’d been avoiding for so long was finally inevitable. The question was, could you admit to her what you both knew deep down? Would it change everything between the two of you?

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Later that evening, after the case had been wrapped up and the team had dispersed, you found yourself in the small breakroom, nursing a cup of coffee. You’d been waiting for her, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to happen.

The door opened, and Emily stepped inside, her expression unreadable. She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it, folding her arms across her chest.

“I know what you want to say,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at her, your heart pounding in your ears. “Do you?”

Emily’s lips curled into a sad smile. “You’ve been distant lately. I’ve noticed. And I think… I think we both know why.”

You swallowed hard. “Do we?”

She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving yours. “I think we both feel it, but neither of us wants to say it out loud.” She paused, as if gathering her thoughts. “But maybe it’s time.”

You took a deep breath, your mind swirling with uncertainty. You had no idea where this conversation would lead, but there was no turning back now.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” you admitted, your voice cracking slightly. “We’re best friends, Emily. I don’t want to lose that.”

She reached out, her fingers brushing yours gently. “You won’t lose me. I promise.”

Her touch sent a surge of warmth through your body, but the doubt remained, gnawing at you. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words felt trapped, stuck in your throat. What if it did ruin everything? What if it changed the dynamic of your friendship forever?

Emily seemed to sense your hesitation. “You’re scared,” she said softly. “I get it. I’m scared too.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the air thick with the weight of everything unspoken. Then Emily took a step closer, closing the space between you, her hand gently cupping your cheek. She searched your eyes, her own filled with something you couldn’t quite place—a mix of tenderness, longing, and uncertainty.

“I’m not asking for anything,” Emily murmured. “Not yet. I just need you to know how I feel. How much you mean to me.”

Your heart raced at her words. She had always been your best friend, your confidant, the person who could make you laugh when the world felt dark. But now, in this moment, the line between friendship and something more seemed impossibly blurred. You wanted to reach out, to close that gap, but the fear of what it could mean held you back.

You placed your hand over hers, the warmth of her touch grounding you. “I don’t know what this means, Emily. I don’t know if I can handle—”

“You don’t have to handle anything right now,” she interrupted gently. “All I need is for you to be honest with me. If you don’t feel the same, if you’re not ready, I’ll understand. But I need to know where we stand.”

Her words hung in the air between you, both a challenge and an invitation. The room seemed to grow quieter, the world outside fading as the weight of the decision pressed on your chest.

“I don’t know either,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But… I can’t ignore it anymore. The way I feel when I’m with you. The way my heart beats faster when you smile at me. It’s more than friendship, Emily. I don’t know what it is, but I know I can’t walk away from it.”

Emily’s face softened, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she seemed at peace.

“I’m glad you said that,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She stepped even closer, her forehead brushing against yours. “I don’t know what comes next, but I know I don’t want to let you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Your heart was in your throat as you looked at her, her breath warm against your skin. You wanted to kiss her. You wanted to reach for her, but you hesitated. There was still so much uncertainty, so much fear of what could change.

Instead of kissing her, you simply closed the gap between you and rested your forehead against hers. The silence between you was comfortable—no pressure, no expectations, just the two of you standing together, knowing that the world outside still moved, but in this moment, you had something that no one else could touch.

“I don’t know what happens next, either,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to find out. With you.”

Emily didn’t pull away. She stayed close, her hand gently cradling your cheek. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Whatever this was, whatever it would become, you weren’t facing it alone. You had her, and that was all that mattered for now.

[lillmirey]

"Girls without boyfriends how's life?"

[lillmirey]

I'm fully aware that she's THE Patti LuPone but my obsession with this woman cuteness is a bit unhealthy (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)・⁠・⁠・

[lillmirey]

Honestly, Lilia was putting her whole ENTIRE pussy into the Ballad of The Witches' Road in the first episode and I will headcanon forever that that's what really made the road appear.

[lillmirey]

how it's going

[lillmirey]

GILFIEST GILF TO EVER GILF

#my panties are on the floor

[lillmirey]

I just have to say that the amount of love I have for this woman is actually insane

[lillmirey]

one of the girlies in the agatha server said "do it for lilia" and i was possessed.