#elmily

me posting a manip no one asked for 👁👄👁

A new name, a new start and Emilia Press walks away with Eleanora ‘Ellie’ Greene, nobody needs to know they both escaped the BAU mostly in tact, nobody needs to see Emily, now Emilia, curl into Elle, now Eleanora, and cry as she talks about the past, about the friends they both left behind.

Hiding for a year should not have been fun. Elle kept telling herself Emily was not going to be here long, kept reminding herself it was only a year. April was already over, Emily had healed by now but Elle… Elle hopes she’ll be okay when she goes back. “April, Easter… it’s over.” Elle murmurs softly. Emily glances up and smiles, then moves closer. “You know I’m not going to just leave… right?” “Why not?” “Oh I dunno, maybe because I like you?” Emily’s smile is soft, her voice dipping a little. “You ground me Elle, I need that. I’m not leaving you behind.”

“They want you back… not me.” “Tough.” Elle’s voice is low, husky… and warm. She presses a glass of scotch into Emily’s hand, then sinks into the sofa beside her, stroking a hand down her arm. Rejection. She’d felt that sting enough times. She hates that Emily is feeling it. “Is anyone even trying to be nice?” “JJ I guess…” “Well, foster that, she deserves better than being just shut out again…” Elle mutters, downing her scotch and speaking softly. “Don’t give up on them Em, they can be idiots… but they’ll love you, I know I do.” “Even with…” “Strauss isn’t stupid you know… just… try not to fall into trusting Hotch, he doesn’t deserve trust.”

“Elle? Elle Baby…” Emily’s voice is soft but she hates this. Elle is barely able to wake herself when the nightmares come and her panicked screams make her want to slip into her sleep world and beat the man to a pulp. Elle snaps awake, sitting up so fast that Emily only just avoids getting smacked with her shoulder. “Em? Em…” Elle’s in her lap in seconds, shivering and embarrassed, her voice soft. “He… I…” “I know, I know baby, it’s okay.” Elle’s shivers are bad, worse than usual and Emily wraps soft blankets around her shoulders. “I’m here okay, just keep looking at me, I’m here.” Elle’s smile is weak, barely present, but Emily can see the relief in her eyes as Elle settles against her, their foreheads resting against each other even as Elle focuses on relaxing, the soft circles Emily strokes into her skin helping. “There’s my brave girl.” Emily murmurs softly. “My badass Elle.”

Well thats a new way to spell my name lmao #elmily #typos #workpackages