Mixture of Jemily, EmilyxReader, child, unsub and such.
Some of these were written as far back as 2017, please be kind LMAO. I'm working on going through them and workshopping, improving.
New fics and improved ones are in the beginning chapters
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Emily and JJ had just pulled into the driveway after a long case, the late evening air cool and heavy with exhaustion. The moment JJ turned the key in the lock, both women froze—an unspoken instinct prickling through them. The mom feeling.
Something was off.
They'd learned to trust that intuition. Last year, they had adopted a beautiful seventeen-year-old named Y/n, a kid who carried both brilliance and bruised tenderness in equal measure. She didn't cause trouble, didn't push boundaries. Just quietly tried to be good. And yet, that strange stillness in the house made both agents exchange a glance that said, You feel it too?
Upstairs, a voice carried faintly through the hallway. "Y/n, why don't you just tell them? They're lesbians!"
Emily stopped mid-step, eyes widening. JJ bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Because I don't want them to think I've been lying," came Y/n's voice, shaky but fierce. "I don't want to break their trust. I mean, who else gets left home alone for days at seventeen? No one."
JJ's chest tightened. Emily's hand found the banister as they listened.
Inside the room, Y/n was pacing, words tumbling out between uneven breaths. Her girlfriend—sweet, steady, calm—sat cross-legged on the bed, watching her with patient eyes.
"You haven't been lying," her girlfriend soothed. "Coming out, even to gay people, can still be hard. It shouldn't be, but it is."
JJ leaned in close to whisper, "Preach." Emily elbowed her gently, but her mouth twitched with a smile.
"Your moms will love you no matter what," the girlfriend continued softly. "And it's okay that we only figured this out yesterday. They'll understand. Take a breath, grab your inhaler, and when they get home, we'll tell them together."
Y/n huffed out a nervous laugh, straddling her girlfriend's lap. "Yeah, but before then, I want to do this."
Emily's brows shot up.
The kiss that followed was full of the kind of clumsy affection only new love carries: soft, too eager, a little unsteady. Then came a whisper, a laugh, and the unmistakable sound that made every maternal alarm in Emily's body go off.
She turned on her heel and tip-toed backward toward the stairs before clearing her throat and calling, "We're home!"
A muffled curse followed from behind the door, "Fuck!".
JJ grinned. "Busted."
She knocked gently. "Y/n/n? Can we come in?"
A frantic shuffle, then a too-bright, "Yes!"
When the door opened, Y/n stood there wide-eyed, color draining from her face. Her girlfriend sat nervously on the bed, clutching a pillow like a shield. Emily crossed her arms, not angry, just waiting.
