I’ve Been Asked A Few Times To Do A Sick Fic With My Ghost Series, But No Kind Of Specific Sickness!

The Ghost In Command - New Story Uploaded!

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how quickly do u put ur stuff on Ao3

Depends. A lot of the one shots I do on here won’t be on AO3.

I have quite a few AO3 and fandom series, but with recent events like University break ending, and a bit of a personal event going on, my schedule has slowed down.

But it bothers me to not finish things so they’ll eventually be finished!

At the moment, I’ve just been doing Tumblr requests, but I’ve got a few AO3 pieces on the run so I’d say every 1-2 weeks a new chapter of something comes out! 😊

For anyone that wants to talk or request: I have…

Discord: wylixao3

Mail: wylixao3@gmail.com

Or here, on tumblr! My DM’s are always open!

do u write criminal minds mlm??

Depends! Which pairing? And what type (eg. fluff, smut or hurt/comfort)? 🙂

I may not write smut for MLM, but I’m happy to write fluff or some sexy flirting or some hurt/comfort!

Let me know! Don’t forget my messages are always open to followers and non-followers! ☺️

reader serenades Emily on a restaurant rooftop in paris it's bought out for the night 

there's a piano

reader decides to go and play a song for Em

maybe even sings

Emily is so in love actually start tearing up(her version of sobbing)

Reader propose to Emily on a secluded rooftop in Paris!!!!

Enjoy Sunflower 🌻

The Proposal 💍

The sky over Paris had just started to soften into dusky lavender when Emily stepped into the candlelight glow of the restaurant's terrace, her black dress hugging her silhouette perfectly with a shawl to match.

Y/N stood waiting in a perfectly tailored midnight-blue suit, open collar just enough to be casual, but polished with her signature edge. She didn't take her eyes off Emily until she reached the table.

Y/N pulled Emily's chair out, brushed a kiss to her knuckles and sat opposite with a look that said she still couldn't believe her luck.

The place was exquisite, crystal chandeliers, gold accents, a view of the Eiffel Tower from the windows, and the sound of clinking glasses blending with the soft jazz coming from the small quartet.

In the middle of them sat an unattended glossy black baby grand piano. They shared champagne and soft laughter through dinner, filet mignon for Emily, duck à l’orange for Y/N.

Dessert was nearly finished when Y/N stood up suddenly, “Where are you going?” Emily asked, brows lifted in amused suspicion. Y/N just smirked, “Trust me, sweetheart.”

They walked across the restaurant to the piano, catching the attention of the musicians as she gently gestured toward the keys. After a quiet exchange in French, they nodded and adjusted their tempo.

Y/N unbuttoned her jacket and sat at the piano, rolling her sleeves just a touch as she placed her fingers on the keys. The first few bars of “La Vie en Rose” drifted out from beneath her hands.

Soft, elegant, perfectly paced. Emily froze, eyes wide, hand gently fluttering to her lips. Then Y/N sang. In flawless French, her rich, low voice rolled through the restaurant like velvet.

" Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose… "

Emily’s heart clenched.

" Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose… "

The band joined in one by one, violin, upright bass, saxophone, like the city itself had conspired with Y/N. Every guest turned toward her, but Y/N only had eyes for love.

When the final note echoed out, the restaurant burst into gentle applause, but Emily didn’t clap. She stood, breathless, teary, and walked straight to Y/N, grabbing her cheeks with both hands to kiss her.

“You are unbelievable,” she whispered against her lips. Y/N gave her a secretive grin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” They laced their fingers together and led her upstairs, past waitstaff who opened the doors with knowing smiles.

The rooftop was magic.

Hundreds of tiny candles flickered in hurricane jars arranged in winding paths across the stone floor. A scattering of petals curved around a table with two glasses of champagne already waiting.

In the far corner, the Eiffel Tower glittered just above the city skyline. Y/N turned to face Emily, hands slightly trembling now.

“I set this up… weeks ago,” they admitted softly. “I knew I wanted to do it here. In the city of lights, in the city of love. Because you... you make everything brighter. Everything warmer. You make me feel like I’m seeing life in color for the first time.”

Emily’s eyes brimmed with tears. Y/N dropped to one knee and opened the velvet box. “Emily Prentiss... will you marry me?” Emily let out a breathless laugh, crying now, nodding frantically.

“Yes,” she whispered, then louder. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Y/N slid the ring onto her finger, stood, and Emily kissed her so hard they nearly knocked over the closest candle. Paris glowed beneath them, and above them, and all around them.

The brightest part of the city right in front of Y/N's eyes, Emily.

what are your request guidelines? :3

Truthfully, I don’t really have any. I’ve only ever received two fic requests that I’ve turned down, and I turned them down based on pairings and certain kinks.

I typically write for Criminal Minds and Marvel, and have recently started dabbling in smut so I’ve written a lot more requests than I would have if you’d asked me a few months ago. 🙂

So, it always depends, for now I don’t have any, but I’ll start thinking and maybe I’ll make a post of guidelines for future requests. But for now…

Request anything you’d like to see, and if I refrain from writing it, I’d let ya know!

😁

Chapter 2 is up! Enjoy!

how have you been lately??

Good! I’ve now, 100%, moved in! It’s been a wild ride, and I apologise to the readers for both Wylix and M_Wylix for the delays on chapters and fics!

Thank you!

How have you been? 😊

‘😂😂’ Right on the money with that one!!

reader is Emily's childhood friend/crush and they run into each other while she's on a case

they catch up after the case and reader spills that they had the biggest crush on em when they were younger

emily admits the same

they enjoyed their time together

plans for meeting up again

fast forward to someone asking someone to officially be their gf

kiss

yaaaaaaaaay

Long Time, No See

Enjoy!

The case had been long, gruelling, bloody and deeply personal. Emily was exhausted, her blazer slung over her shoulder and the tension in her shoulders refusing to let go.

When the team split off for the night, Emily slipped into a bar she hadn't been in for years, a dim, cozy, little place tucked between old buildings, where the whiskey was neat and the music always good.

She was halfway through her drink when she heard the name. "Emily Prentiss?" Her head turned slowly. And her heart stuttered.

They hadn't aged much, tall, still lean and a little broad through the chest, with black ink curling up their throat and arms. Y/N Y/L/N. The Y/N Y/L/N.

Emily's first real crush, her childhood best friend turned teenage enigma, gone before they could finish whatever spark had always hovered between them.

"Y/N?" Emily stood, stunned, "No... fucking way." They grinned wide, a little stunned themselves, their whiskey glass already sweating in their tattooed hand.

"I was gonna say something earlier but... god, you got hotter."

Emily laughed, breathless, "Still don't have a filter, I see."

"I'd apologise, but..." Y/N shrugged, "I always did have a thing for you."

Emily blinked, surprised but oddly warm, “You… what?!” Y/N leaned in slightly, tipsy but honest, voice low and velvet, “Yeah, Em… I had the biggest damn crush on you. Back when you wore ripped jeans and threatened to fight anyone who bullied me.”

Emily blinked, surprised but oddly warm. “You… what?”

Rox leaned in slightly, tipsy but honest, voice low and velvet. “Yeah, Em. I had the biggest damn crush on you. Back when you wore ripped jeans and threatened to fight anyone who bullied me.”

Emily's cheeks flushed. Her mouth opened, then closed, and then, quietly, she said, "I had a crush on you too. Thought I was subtle."

"You weren't," Y/N said, grinning, "I was just too scared to say anything." A silence fell between them, one of those rare ones, comfortable, suspended.

And then Emily took a chance, brushing her fingers over Y/N's hand. "Want to have a drink with me?" Emily questioned, Y/N grinned against, brighter, "Thought you'd never ask."

- - -

Weeks turned into months...

Drinks became dinners. Dinners became nights in, lazy mornings, bodies tangled in rumpled sheets and laughter under dim lights. Y/N was magnetic in a way that grounded Emily, direct, but soft.

They moved slow at first, talking about everything they'd missed. Y/N had built a career tattooing in DC, mostly queer clients, their arms now a living sketchbook.

Emily shared just enough of the BAU.

They flirted shamelessly. And then, there were nights they didn't sleep.

- - -

Present day...

It had rained all day, and the windows steamed. The lights were low, music barely a murmur. Y/N was in Emily's kitchen, shirtless in loose sweats, hair damp from the shower.

Emily came up behind them, arms snaking around their waist. Y/N smiled and leaned into her, "You okay?" Emily nodded, nuzzling her forehead into Y/N's shoulder, "Mmm... just thinking."

"Dangerous..." Y/N teased. Emily bit her lip, then, nervous, but sure, she whispered, "Be my partner." Y/N turned, their brows lifted, eyes wide, "You serious?"

Emily nodded, breath hitching, "I want you... all the way. Not just the sex, the beautiful mind boggling sex, not just the weekends. I want to say I'm yours... I want to know you're mine."

Y/N's answer was a kiss, deep, hot, hungry. Emily backed into the counter, gasping as Y/N kissed her like it was the first time. Clothes fell quickly, Y/N lifting Emily onto the kitchen counter, her legs around their waist.

Their mouths didn't part. Y/N kissed her until her head dropped back, breathless, whispering her name like it was holy. Bedroom, then bed, as usual. Y/N between Emily's thighs, worshipping her body.

Emily's fingers curled in their hair, guiding them, trembling under every touch, breath, and every desperate, quiet moan. They were slow at first, savouring. Y/N coaxing every delicious sound from her.

Emily whimpered Y/N's name over and over.

Then they flipped her gently, their chest pressed against her back. Y/N's mouth brushed Emily's neck, teeth grazing her delicate skin, "Mine?"

"Yours," the Chief whispered, desperate, legs shaking.

They took their time, rocking together, breath syncing in moans and curses. Emily cried out when Y/N's hand slid down her belly and lower, coaxing her over the edge again. And again.

She pulled them down afterward, sweaty and flushed, kissing them hard and messy and open-mouthed.

“I love you,” the Chief murmured, dizzy and spent, fingers brushing Y/N's jaw.

Y/N's smile was like sunrise. “Took you long enough.”