Reader is someone Emily met while at interpol and is now introducing her to the team! Bit like meet the parents! :)) thank you
A família que Emily escolheu
Emily Prentiss had negotiated with terrorists.
She'd stared down serial killers, survived kidnappings, coordinated international operations, and made decisions that carried the weight of people's lives.
None of it compared to introducing her girlfriend to the BAU.
She'd been staring at the same mug of coffee for so long it had gone cold.
"Você sabe que não vai responder se continuar encarando."
Emily looked up, unamused. David Rossi stood in the doorway of her office, coffee in hand, wearing the kind of smug smile that meant he'd already figured out exactly what was going on.
"I wasn't glaring."
"You were."
"I was thinking."
"For the last ten minutes."
Emily let out a quiet sigh.
"Did you come here just to make fun of me?"
"Partly." Rossi stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and settled into the chair across from her desk. "The other part is that I wanted to see if today was finally the day."
Emily pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Pretend you don't know why I'm nervous."
Rossi chuckled.
"Emily Prentiss? Nervous? I should mark this on my calendar."
"I'm not nervous."
"No?"
"I'm... apprehensive."
"The only difference is the word you're using."
Despite herself, Emily laughed.
Rossi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"You've been talking about this woman for almost two years."
"I know."
A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she could stop it.
"We know you met at Interpol."
Emily nodded.
"We know she's Brazilian."
Another nod.
"We know she speaks Portuguese, English, and French."
Emily frowned.
"I never told you that."
"Garcia did some research."
"Of course she did."
"And we know that every time she texts you, you smile at your phone in the middle of meetings."
Emily rolled her eyes.
"I hate all of you."
Rossi grinned.
"No, you don't."
She huffed. Unfortunately, he was right. The BAU wasn't just her team. They were her family. Which was exactly why today felt so important. She'd never introduced anyone to them before. Not because she'd been trying to keep her relationships a secret. She'd simply spent most of her adult life separating work from everything else. It was safer that way.
Cleaner.
Less complicated. Then she'd met you. Three years earlier. Interpol Headquarters. Lyon, France.
Emily had been assigned to a joint task force between the FBI and Interpol. The assignment was supposed to last a few weeks—just long enough to coordinate intelligence, compare case files, and dismantle an international trafficking network.
Meeting you had never been part of the plan.
She was hurrying down one of the hallways with two cups of coffee balanced in one hand and a stack of case files tucked under her arm. You were coming from the opposite direction, carrying almost exactly the same thing. Neither of you saw the other until it was too late. The collision sent coffee everywhere. Folders scattered across the polished floor.
"Oh—shit."
"I'm so sorry!"
You both crouched at the same time to gather the papers.
Then promptly knocked your heads together.
"Ow."
There was a beat of stunned silence. Then you both burst into laughter. Emily would never forget that laugh. Or the fact that instead of worrying about the coffee soaking into your clothes, your first question had been,
"Are you okay?"
What started as an awkward apology somehow became shared coffee breaks. Coffee breaks turned into lunches. Lunches became conversations that stretched long after the workday ended. By the time the task force wrapped up, neither of you wanted to say goodbye. So you didn't. Instead, there were late-night texts across different time zones. Video calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep. Weekend flights whenever your schedules lined up. Eventually, the distance stopped feeling like something to endure. It became something worth crossing. Dating you had been the easiest decision Emily had ever made.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rossi's voice pulled her back to the present.
"The first time I met her."
"I could tell."
Emily looked away, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
"I'm worried you'll scare her."
Rossi laughed softly.
"Garcia's going to cry."
"Exactly."
"Reid's going to accidentally interrogate her."
"Yep."
"Morgan will pretend he's your overprotective brother."
"Definitely."
"Luke will encourage him."
"Without question."
"Tara will spend the whole afternoon profiling both of you."
Emily smiled.
"And JJ will know I'm freaking out before I admit it."
Rossi stood, setting his empty coffee cup on her desk.
"Emily."
She looked up.
"Do you trust her?"
"More than anyone."
"Does she make you happy?"
Emily didn't even have to think about it.
"She does."
He smiled warmly.
"Then that's all anyone here cares about."
Before Emily could answer, her phone buzzed.
The smile appeared before she'd even unlocked the screen.
You: Morning, Agent.
Emily: Are you here yet?
You: Just parking.
Emily took a slow breath.
You: Last chance to run?
She laughed quietly to herself.
Emily: Not anymore.
The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.
You: Good.
Because I brought cake.
Emily's eyes widened.
"She brought cake."
Rossi laughed as he headed for the door.
"Garcia's going to adopt her before lunch."
The elevator chimed a few minutes later.
Emily was already standing in the hallway before the doors had fully opened.
And there you were.
A cream-colored coat draped over your shoulders, a white bakery box balanced carefully in your hands, your gaze wandering around the BAU floor with quiet curiosity. The second you spotted Emily, your entire face lit up. There it is.
That smile.
The one that had somehow become her favorite thing in the world. Emily crossed the distance between you before she even realized she'd started walking.
"Hey."
"Hey."
She cupped your cheek without thinking, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your lips.
You smiled against it.
"Were you waiting long?"
"Not really."
You tilted your head, studying her for a moment.
"...You're nervous."
Emily opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Your grin only widened.
"Emily Prentiss is speechless?"
"This is your fault."
"My fault?"
"You're too important."
The teasing expression on your face melted into something softer. You shifted the cake box to one arm and reached for her hand.
"Hey."
Your fingers slipped between hers with practiced ease.
"It's just your family."
Emily looked down at your joined hands.
"...Exactly."
You squeezed gently.
"They already love you. If they love you, I'm sure we'll be fine."
Emily smiled—small, genuine, almost relieved.
"I hope you're right."
Someone cleared their throat dramatically behind the two of you.
"So..." Rossi said. "Should I come back in five minutes?"
You both laughed.
Emily reluctantly let go of your hand.
"Right. Sorry."
She turned toward Rossi.
"Love, this is David Rossi."
You offered your free hand.
"It's really nice to finally meet you."
"The pleasure's mine."
Rossi shook your hand warmly.
"I've been hearing about you for almost two years."
Emily groaned.
"Dave."
"What?"
"You smile every time someone mentions her."
"I do not."
"You do."
You glanced between them, trying—and failing—not to laugh. Rossi winked.
"I like her already."
Emily sighed dramatically.
"I really need a different team."
"Denied."
Emily barely had time to take another breath before opening the conference room door. Every conversation inside stopped instantly. Eight heads turned toward the entrance.
Silence.
Two seconds.
Then—
"SHE'S HERE!" Penelope Garcia practically launched herself out of her chair.
"Oh my God." Emily pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I knew this was going to happen."
Garcia ignored her completely. She stopped right in front of you, hands pressed dramatically against her chest, staring at you like she'd just met a celebrity. You smiled politely.
"Hi."
Garcia blinked.
"...You're gorgeous."
Emily covered her face with one hand.
"Garcia..."
"What? I'm being honest!"
You laughed.
"Thank you."
"No, seriously." Garcia pointed accusingly at Emily. "She has been gatekeeping you for two years."
"I have not."
"You absolutely have."
Before Emily could defend herself, another figure appeared beside Garcia.
"So..." Derek Morgan said, folding his arms with a grin. "You're the mystery woman."
You shifted the cake box again before shaking his hand.
"It's nice to finally meet everyone."
"Derek Morgan." He looked at Emily. "I was starting to think she'd made you up."
Emily gave him a flat look.
"Keep talking and you'll be doing paperwork until Christmas."
Morgan laughed.
"Worth it."
Luke let out an amused snort from behind him. JJ was the next to step forward. Unlike the others, she simply wrapped you in a quick, warm hug.
"It's so nice to finally meet you."
"You too."
JJ smiled knowingly before glancing at Emily.
"...She's been looking forward to this."
Emily looked horrified.
"JJ."
"What? You have."
Tara smiled as she approached.
"We've heard wonderful things."
"I hope they're true."
"They are."
"So far, so good."
You laughed.
"I'll take that."
Finally, Spencer Reid made his way over. He looked... nervous. Not awkward exactly. More like he was mentally sorting through several possible opening sentences and couldn't decide which one to use.
"Emily said you met while working with Interpol."
"That's right."
"Statistically speaking, relationships that begin in high-pressure professional environments—"
"Reid." Morgan placed a hand on Reid's shoulder. "Breathe."
Reid blinked.
"Right." He offered an apologetic smile. "It's really nice to meet you."
"You too."
Emily leaned over slightly.
"I told you."
"I know."
Then Garcia gasped. Loudly. Everyone turned toward her. Her eyes had locked onto the white box still tucked under your arm.
"...Is that cake?"
You looked down.
"Yeah."
Garcia looked like she might cry.
"You brought cake?"
"I wasn't sure what everyone liked, so I stopped by a bakery on the way."
Garcia turned toward Emily with both hands over her heart.
"I love her."
Emily couldn't help smiling.
"I told you."
"You undersold her."
"I didn't think that was possible."
Garcia carefully accepted the box as though you'd entrusted her with priceless evidence.
"I would die for you."
Morgan leaned over.
"She says that to everyone who brings sugar."
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
Luke nodded.
"Can confirm."
Garcia ignored all of them.
"You are officially my favorite person."
Emily laughed quietly beside you.
"You've been here less than five minutes."
"And she's already been adopted."
Rossi looked around the room at the collection of smiles, teasing remarks, and barely contained excitement. Then he looked at Emily. She wasn't anxious anymore. She wasn't overthinking every little interaction. She was simply watching you laugh with the people she loved most. The smile on her face was impossible to miss. Rossi smiled to himself. Yeah, she was going to fit in just fine.
By the time everyone settled around the conference table, the case files had been pushed aside in favor of coffee cups, paper plates, and the cake you'd brought. Garcia had already claimed the job of slicing it. Very seriously.
"Equal pieces," she announced.
Morgan peeked over her shoulder.
"You've somehow managed to give yourself the biggest one."
"It's called quality control."
"It's called cheating."
"It's called leadership."
Luke laughed into his coffee.
"I respect it."
The room dissolved into overlapping conversations. Morgan teased Reid. Reid corrected Morgan.
Morgan deliberately got another fact wrong just to watch Reid launch into another explanation. Luke kept making things worse by encouraging both of them. Garcia bounced from story to story without taking a breath. Tara watched everything unfold with the quiet amusement of someone mentally taking notes on all of them.
JJ occasionally tried—and failed—to keep everyone on topic. And Rossi simply sat back, enjoying the chaos. You looked around the room, taking it all in. Emily hadn't exaggerated. Not even a little. This wasn't just a team. It was a family. Messy. Loud. A little ridiculous. But a family all the same.
You glanced over at Emily. She was laughing. Not the polite smile she wore at press conferences. Not the restrained expression she used during meetings. A real laugh. Head tilted back slightly. Eyes crinkling at the corners. Completely at ease. She caught you staring.
"What?"
You smiled into your coffee.
"I get it now."
Emily tilted her head.
"Get what?"
"Why you never leave work on time."
A soft laugh escaped her. She looked around at everyone gathered in the room before meeting your eyes again.
"They're my family."
You reached under the table and found her hand.
"I can see that."
She intertwined your fingers without hesitation. Neither of you let go. A few seats away, Garcia held up another slice of cake.
"Question."
Emily didn't even look up.
"No."
"I haven't asked it yet."
"You want to take the leftovers home."
"...Maybe."
Morgan burst out laughing.
"You've known her for, what? Fifteen minutes?"
Garcia looked offended.
"I've known enough."
She turned toward Emily.
"I officially approve of your girlfriend."
Morgan raised his hand.
"Seconded."
Luke lifted his coffee cup.
"I vote yes."
Tara smiled.
"I think she passed."
Reid frowned.
"...There was a test?"
The room erupted into laughter.
"There wasn't." JJ shook her head fondly. She looked at you. "We just wanted to meet the woman who's made Emily this happy."
The room grew quieter after that. Not awkward. Just... comfortable. Emily lowered her eyes for a moment, suddenly looking a little overwhelmed. When she looked back at you, there was unmistakable emotion in them. She squeezed your hand.
"Thank you for coming."
You brushed your thumb across the back of her hand.
"Thank you for letting me meet your family."
Across the table, Rossi smiled into his coffee. That was all he'd needed to hear.
By the time the office had emptied out, the sun was beginning to set over Quantico, the bullpen, usually buzzing with conversations and ringing phones, had finally fallen quiet. Emily and you walked side by side down the hallway. Neither of you seemed to mind the silence, she stopped in front of one of the large windows overlooking the parking lot. Golden light spilled across the glass.
"So."
You leaned lightly against her shoulder.
"So."
"You survived."
You laughed.
"I did."
A beat passed.
"And somehow I left with an entire family."
Emily smiled.
"I was hoping you would."
You turned toward her. There was something different about her expression now. Softer. Lighter. Like she'd finally let go of a weight she'd been carrying all day. She reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"I've spent most of my life moving."
You stayed quiet, letting her speak.
"Different countries. Different cities. Different jobs." She looked out the window for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "For a long time, I thought home was a place." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "But somewhere along the way..." She cupped your cheek. "I realized home can be a person." Your breath caught. "And I found mine the day you ran into me in that hallway at Interpol." Your eyes stung with happy tears.
"Emily..." She rested her forehead against yours.
"So..." A tiny smile crossed her face. "I guess I should thank whoever spilled that coffee."
You laughed through the tears.
"I was going to blame you."
"It was definitely your fault."
"Oh, absolutely."
"You were walking too fast."
"You were looking at your paperwork."
"You started it."
"You literally ran into me."
Emily smiled.
"I'd do it again."
You kissed her before she could say anything else. Slow. Unhurried. The kind of kiss that felt less like fireworks and more like coming home. When you finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against yours again.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She slipped her fingers through yours.
"Ready to go home?"
You smiled.
"Yeah."
As the two of you walked toward the elevator hand in hand, Emily glanced back once at the now-empty BAU floor. For years, this place had been the closest thing she'd had to home.
Now...
She didn't have to choose. Because somehow, against all odds, the family she'd built and the woman she loved had become one and the same. And she couldn't imagine anything better.
Can we get an mom!Emily Prentiss x mom!reader where Emily is super head over heels for her wife and their child and she just loves her little family
mom!Emily Prentiss x mom! reader.
Happy birthday, little Oliver.
It was little Oliver Prentiss’s first birthday, and Emily couldn’t have been happier.
Her life had changed dramatically in just one year—and for the better. She and her wife had been planning to grow their family for at least three years. They had gone through countless appointments and tests in preparation for artificial insemination, and on their very first attempt, S/N got pregnant.
Emily had never felt as much love as she did the moment she saw the positive test in her wife’s hands. And somehow, that love grew even stronger when she heard Oliver’s first tiny cry.
Today, everyone was gathered in the Rossi backyard. The entire team was there, along with some of S/N’s relatives. Every detail of the party had been carefully planned by S/N and JJ, and the theme was a safari adventure.
The birthday boy was dressed in a yellow romper with soft faux fur around the hood, resembling a lion’s mane. His rosy cheeks were kissed by the sun, and to Emily, he was the most beautiful child in the world.
Emily had never imagined that at fifty years old she would finally have the family she had always dreamed of. Deep down, she had never spoken those wishes aloud because she didn’t believe they would ever come true. But whoever was writing her story, she silently thanked them for bringing S/N and Oliver into her life.
Because now her life made sense.
They were the reason she got up and went to work every morning. They were the reason she came home every evening, carrying hope for a brighter tomorrow and a more colorful life.
“You’re staring again, Prentiss,” JJ teased, making Emily jump slightly. She hadn’t even noticed her friend walking up beside her.
“Oh, stop,” Emily replied, though the smile on her face gave her away. “I’m just happy it’s my son’s birthday.”
The two of them stayed there chatting, joined from time to time by guests who wanted to talk and ask about the baby.
“Love, come take a picture with us,” S/N called as she approached Emily and kissed her cheek.
“I’m coming, sweetheart.” Emily wrapped an arm around her wife’s waist. “You look beautiful in that dress.”
S/N was wearing a loose green dress that perfectly highlighted the curves of her body, while Emily had chosen a simple white blouse and brown pants.
“You’re the beautiful one,” S/N whispered before pressing a quick kiss to Emily’s lips.
They pulled apart almost immediately when JJ cleared her throat dramatically, reminding them that they weren’t alone.
Laughing, they walked over to the party table, where Penelope was holding Oliver, and took pictures with all of the guests.
The little boy couldn’t stop smiling. It almost seemed as though he understood that the entire day was about him—that everyone gathered there was celebrating him, loving him, and sharing in the joy of his family.
Later, after everyone had sung Happy Birthday, Emily found herself watching her wife nurse their son. And in that moment, she knew with absolute certainty that she was the happiest woman in the world.
The loves of her life were right there beside her.
She was someone’s sweetheart.
She was the mama of the most precious little boy in the world.
She had everything she had ever wanted.
And at that moment, no one could have been happier than Emily.
amigos!! Por favor, me dêem ideias para fanfictions que vocês queiram. leitora emilyx; leitora jj x...qualquer coisa. Eu também posso fazer isso para Law and Order: SVU, Grey's Anatomy e Supergirl, a escolha é sempre sua
Honestly, I feel like it’s only a matter of time before Emily burnout from working so much. Someone give this woman a break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Honestly, I feel like it’s only a matter of time before Emily burnout from working so much. Someone give this woman a break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi friends, how are you today??? I was thinking here, now that I'm FINALLY on vacation from college, I will (try to) post a story a week.... what do you think? give me ideas please and also vote here pls
Emily wasn’t having a great day. Actually, that’s putting it mildly—her whole week had been a nightmare. The new case had brought them to Boston, and they’d been chasing this suspect since the beginning of the week.
It had been five days since she last saw her wife, Y/N, and their daughter Olivia. And all she really needed right now was to be in her wife’s arms. But she couldn’t—not yet, anyway. She had a meeting to get through first.
With a heavy sigh, Emily checked her phone for the time and realized it was way too late to still be at the office. She got up from her chair, grabbed her stuff, and headed to the garage, swallowing the huge lump in her throat. Not because she was sad, but because she was exhausted.
A few minutes later, she was finally home—and was instantly met with the chaos in the living room. Olivia’s toys were scattered everywhere, and an open book was on the couch, clearly left there by her wife. She was home. Finally.
Emily went straight upstairs, took a long shower, and then peeked into her daughter’s room—only to find the bed empty. So she headed to her own room and there they were—her two favorite people in the world. Y/N and Liv, cuddled up and fast asleep. That’s when Emily finally let go and cried.
“Babe? You okay?” Y/N mumbled sleepily.
“I am now,” Emily whispered back.
She climbed into bed, wrapped herself around her wife, kissed Olivia on the head and Y/N on the lips.
Work took so much from Emily. She constantly felt like she was never enough—not for Y/N, not for Olivia. But she tried. She really tried to be a good mom and wife. Her biggest fear was becoming her own mother.
“You’re not her, baby,” Y/N said softly, lacing their fingers together like she could hear Emily’s thoughts spinning. “You never were, and you never will be. You might come home late and be gone for days, but it’s for something bigger.”
She turned to face her. “Liv thinks you’re a superhero who catches bad guys—and you know what? She’s right. You are our superhero.”
Emily smiled. “What did I do to deserve this much love?”
“You just exist.”
And in that quiet moment, in the stillness of the night, Emily realized—she had everything she’d ever wanted. Love, a home, a family.
Hey guys, college is taking up a lot of my time, and so is work, but to distract myself, I’d love it if you could send me some fanfic ideas to write. I can't promise to post quickly, but when I get some free time, I’ll post!
The characters I like to write are: Emily Prentiss, Olivia Benson, JJ, any character from Grey’s Anatomy, Alex Cabot, and also characters from Supergirl
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