Charmed, For Sure.

A series of interconnected Emily Prentiss/Witch!Reader one-shots and snippets. This is fully inspired by the interactions I got on Higher Than Expected, so thank you. Think angst, fluff, comfort, smut, ritual candles burning at 3AM, stolen glances in the BAU, and Emily losing her mind a little bit every time you so much as breathe near her.

There's no long-term plotline, but everything will be posted in chronological order:

You've always kept parts of yourself separate from the job-the crystals, the herbs, the altar in your bedroom that none of your coworkers know about. The FBI isn't exactly the place you talk about energy work and moon phases. Then Emily Prentiss shows up at your door, and suddenly those walls start coming down. What begins with sharing a joint becomes something more: her wanting to understand your practice, your spirituality, the parts of you that don't fit the profile of a federal agent.

Getting high together is easy. Letting someone see you completely? That's the harder trip.

Cannabis-fueled slow burn between two FBI agents, one of whom makes protection tinctures for the team and the other who's just trying to understand why that's so attractive.