#Rafael Barba is a romantic

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Not What Was Expected

Next chapter for this little cute story. I know Rafael might seem a little out of character for this but I would argue that we haven't seen how he would treat someone he was interested in who also showed that interested back so....

Warnings: None. Just once again my attempt at flirtation. Hints towards something spicer.

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You were standing at the meeting point in the park waiting for Rafael, one of your light scarves wrapped around your neck to help keep you warm. The weather still hadn’t completely turned but the sun was hidden behind some clouds, and a small breeze was rustling through the trees, bringing with it the promised chill that makes itself known during the night. You had chosen comfort for the day but you had still strived to style your choices. You picked a pair of leggings that hugged your legs rather nicely, and you had paired it with a simple shirt that was slightly oversized with the front tucked in and the back hanging loosely. Over the top you wore a light coat that cinched a little around your waist before flaring slightly. Topped off with a pair of black joggers and your scarf you thought you looked rather cute. You had braided your hair to stop it from blowing in the breeze not wanting it to impede your view of Rafael.

You glanced down at your phone checking the time, it was 12:10, Rafael had messaged letting you know that he was going to be a little late. It was a quick message, and none had come since but you weren’t concerned, knowing the work he did and that even though it was the weekend Rafael would still be busy. You rocked back and forth a little on your heels as you admired the gorgeous view of the trees and the colour their leaves were changing to. It was stunning.

“I am so sorry,” a voice huffed behind you. You turned to see Rafael, his cheeks flushed red as he took deep breaths.

“Rafael,” you smiled. “It’s fine, you aren’t that late and besides you let me know that it was a possibility. Though I must say I am rather…pleased that you were willing to run here.”

Rafael took one last breath as it started to normalise, a chuckle interrupting it at the coy way you spoke. He ran his eyes over your form, taking in your slightly red nose and the few strands of hair that were falling out of your braid. He had hoped that he hadn’t underdressed with his workout gear on with a scarf, although it was going to only be a walk he wanted to be comfortable for it and he was glad to see that you had done the same. Of course he thought you pulled it off better than he did but he maybe becoming a little biased when it came to you. He still found your red nose adorable.

“Well, you are definitely worth running to, Miss Librarian,” he grinned, enjoying the way your cheeks flushed red. He had noticed last night that you did so rather easily, along with how your eyes would skirt away from his when you got shy. “And you look lovely today.”

“Thank you,” you said softly reaching up to brush away a stray strand from your face. “Um, this is my favourite walk in the park.”

“I can see why, it is rather beautiful,” Rafael nodded at the trees as the two of you set off down the path. You both walked close together, shoulders brushing every now and then.

“One of the reasons I love this weather. Spring has beautiful colours of course but there is something about the colours in autumn,” you agreed. “Plus I enjoy being cozy, and that is difficult to do in summer with the heat.”

“Cozy?” Rafael asked.

“Yes, you know bundled up with a blanket, a good book and a cup of tea or a glass of wine, while it’s raining outside,” you nodded. “Wearing thick scarves and coats, drinking hot chocolate after a relaxing walk. Cozy.”

“That does sound rather nice I’ll admit,” Rafael agreed as his hand brushed yours again. He was tempted to take hold of it but didn’t know if you would accept that just yet.

“Hm,” you hummed a little glancing down at his hand that was very close to yours, the backs brushing when your shoulders did. You worried your bottom lip as you looked up at his profile. His strong nose and jawline catching your attention, he was breath taking. You reached your hand out a little, letting your fingers brush against his to test the waters before taking hold of his hand. “Is this okay?”

“One little change I think,” Rafael whispered as he changed the grip you had made intertwining your fingers. “Much better.”

A slight breeze carried a few leaves to float down around the two of you as you walked across the little bridge. It had been silent for a few moments but like at the restaurant not an awkward one. It was comfortable, as you lightly swung your joint hands between you. Rafael found the action adorable his eyes taking the chance to trace over your face as you watched the leaves flutter down onto the water.

“Were you in the office this morning?” you asked curious.

“Yes unfortunately,” Rafael grumbled. “Apparently the detectives got busy last night, I had yet more warrants to get for them as well as trial prep for a previous case.”

“Very busy morning for you,” you said. “I do hope that this doesn’t put you behind on anything.” You didn’t want to cause Rafael any stress in regards to how much work he had to do.

“Not at all, in fact it is a welcome reason to leave my office,” Rafael waved away your concern. “Besides, Liv has been rather good at keeping things off my desk unless necessary.”

“Oh?” you were a little confused. “How so?”

“Normally, my night would have been interrupted by what the detectives did last night but Liv knew I was at dinner with you and made sure we weren’t disturbed,” Rafael smiled.

“That was rather kind of her,” you said. “Please tell her thanks from me? I’m rather grateful that our night wasn’t interrupted.”

“I will pass that on,” Rafael nodded. “Of course she will be smug about it all.”

“You know from what you have told me about Liv, I already like her,” you grinned.

“Yes, I am rather dreading when the two of you meet,” Rafael sighed. “She teases me relentlessly and you have already shown you seem inclined to do that as well.”

“Mr Lawyer, when I meet her?” you asked, Rafael realised how he phrased that comment. He debated correcting himself but he had never been one to do so, especially when he meant something.

“Yes when,” he said again. “If of course you want to, eventually.”

“Well, I would love that,” you said. “I’ve already said I like her, and besides I can’t wait to hear what stories she has about you.”

“I am already regretting this,” Rafael groaned hanging his head as you laughed at his response.

“Too late to take it back now, I’m afraid,” you tapped him on the arm. He grabbed hold of those fingers in a teasing grip, the two of you had stopped walking standing to the edge of the path, hands still intwined. He lifted the fingers he had grabbed teasingly up to his mouth and pressing his lips to them softly, your mouth parted in a small ‘o’ shape, cheeks turning a red to match your nose.

“I must admit to once again being wrong,” Rafael stated, eyes roving over your face. “This weather is rather good for a nice walk through the park.”

“Oh? What made you change your mind?” you asked, a little confused by the change in topic but your mind was still reeling from the kiss he placed on the tips of your fingers. “You said you preferred the summer?”

“Oh I still do,” Rafael nodded. “But how can I completely disagree when you look ravishing in this weather, it truly suits you.”

“You…I…” you stuttered unable to process a response. You had not been expecting that.

Rafael watched with a slightly guarded look, he was hoping that that hadn’t been too much. Rafael was not the kind of man who half hearted things, he always put his all into his cases and his personal life got the same treatment. He wanted to start things off right, he wanted to be honest especially in regards to how he felt and thought about you. He had always been that way, it sometimes worked for the best but other times it had backfired. If it was going to do that with you, he wanted it to backfire before he got too deep, before the budding feeling of attraction grew, which it was slowly doing every minute.

“I hope that wasn’t too much,” he whispered voice a little vulnerable. “I-”

“No it wasn’t!” you interrupted almost shouting. “I mean, I didn’t expect it. But it wasn’t too much, I’ve always rather liked the idea of someone who doesn’t shy away from expressing themselves and their thoughts.”

“Good, good,” Rafael smiled, he started to walk again lightly tugging on your joint hands. “Shall we continue?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your face still incredibly red as you walked beside him.

You caught him glancing at you a few times, his jaw a little tense as if he was clenching it. You squeezed his hand, offering him a sweet little smile hoping to put him at ease. At first you hadn’t been sure how to react to what he had said, people had commented on how pretty you are or beautiful but never had they said you looked ravishing, especially dressed in work out gear with your nose very red from the cold. But once what he said had actually sunk in, well, you became incredibly shy. It wasn’t a common occurrence but this man, this bloody man seemed to bring it out a lot. With his smiles and serious eyes when he says things, that coming from others would be said teasingly or even mockingly but him, him they were said with such a serious tone and the look in his eyes when he said them, you couldn’t take them any other way. And that intensity made you shy.

“How was your morning?” Rafael asked, hoping to bring you back out of the shell you seemed to disappear into. He thought it was endearing, how you could become shy from things he would say or do.

“It was good, didn’t do much honestly,” you started. “I finished the latest book I was on and picked the next one out of my jar.”

“Your jar?” Rafael asked, curiosity peaked.

“Oh yes, I have a lot of books, both physical and on kindle as I love buying books as much as I love reading them,” you explained. “And so it’s sometimes a little tricky to pick which book to read next so, I have two jars, one full the names of the unread physical books I own and one for my kindle, since I read that at work or if I decide to commute instead of drive.”

“That is a genius idea,” Rafael said. “What book did you just finish? Was it a physical one or one on your kindle?”

“It was a physical one, it was the last book in a series, the Ember Quartet by Sabaa Tahir, a rather good one actually,” you said, voice getting excited. “There was a few things I didn’t see coming and I was very happy with the ending.  It was rather poetic in a way I suppose. It has a roman inspired world, with a fascinating magic system and some really good character development!”

You gestured with your hands as you talked, the one still linked with Rafael’s hand bringing his with it. Rafael continued watching as you gushed about the book series, managing to talk about it without giving away any spoilers but still painting the world quite vividly. That light that he saw in your eyes last night when you discussed the importance of reading was back, and he never wanted it to leave. He loved listening to people talk about things they loved, they would always get so animated and he was a little chuffed that you hadn’t let go of his hand. He was content to have his hand moved about in yours as you gestured.

“And it is best not to get attached to any of the characters,” you finished, looking over at Rafael. The look on his face was similar to the one he had last night when you had stopped yourself from rambling. It was soft. Gentle. And almost adoring. He had a small smile on his face.

“That series does sound very good,” Rafael smiled. “I’m a little curious now, do you know if there is an audible version of it?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure but I can definitely find out for you,” you grinned.

“Thank you,” Rafael’s smile changed to a cheeky one. “Though I wouldn’t say no to you reading it too me.”

“Oh, you don’t want that,” you laughed. “I’d stop all the time to gush about something or another.”

“Commentary as well? Even better!” Rafael cheered, bringing your joint hands up to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it without a second thought. You were thinking that you would need to get use to the easy affection.

“I suppose I could be convinced then,” you teased. “With some…how do you fancy lawyers say it? Conditions and consideration? Is it?”

“Consideration?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I do believe that is something that comes up in contracts isn’t it?” you replied, for a moment unsure that you had remembered correctly. “I do something, for something in return? Like I buy something for money? Or am I wrong?”

“No, not all,” Rafael smiled. “So, tell me, what conditions?”

“I pay for the drinks we’ll be getting in a moment,” you nodded towards the little coffee stand as the two of you came to stop just before it. “And, if you truly want me to read them to you…you’ll come to my apartment for it?”

“I can agree with those two conditions but so far I am only seeing benefits for me,” Rafael nodded.

“Oh don’t worry I was getting there,” you grinned. “You said that your mum made sure you could cook. Before I read, you cook me dinner?”

“Each time?” Rafael asked for confirmation.

“Of course, each time,” you agreed.

“A standing date then,” Rafael finalised. “Shall we try and do it every week?”

“Agreed, Mr Barba,” you hesitated for a split second before deciding it was your time to try and fluster Rafael. You leaned close, shifting your gaze from his right eye, to his left and back again before you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. As you leaned back you noticed a slight red tinge to his cheeks. Inside you did a little dance happy that for once it appeared he didn’t know what to say. “What’s this Mr Lawyer? Have I finally made you lost for words?”

You unlinked you hand from his to put your arms around his shoulders, moving even closer to him, almost touching him entirely. You bit your lip, a little nervous that you had maybe stepped over a line until his hands found their home on your hips and you saw his eyes darken a little as they flicked down your lips before back up to yours.

“Only momentarily, chica,” Rafael hummed. “Would it be alright if I kissed you? I have been thinking about it since we met.”

“Well, this is the second date,” you jokingly pondered. “And you have been the utmost gentleman…minus some teasing here and there…yes, I do believe you may kiss me.”

“Cheeky,” Rafael tsked.

He tugged you fully against him grinning at your soft exhale at the movement. Your arms linked behind his head as he lowered his lips to yours. You weren’t one to really believe in that sparks with the first kiss trope that your read in your romance books, though you liked to think it was possible. And feeling Rafael gently press his lips against yours again and again before increasing the pressure moving them against yours, you almost believed it. The two of you broke apart, keeping in mind that you were in a public place, Rafael lightly kissed your nose before taking a step back but not letting you go.

“I’ll take all the cheek for kisses like that,” he smirked, watching as you nibbled on your lip, swiping your tongue over your lips. “Keep doing that and I’ll be tempted to kiss you again.”

“An error to tell me that,” you laughed. “I’ll know how to get more kisses from you in the future.”

“Maybe that was my plan all along,” Rafael pointed out.

“Whatever you say,” you laughed removing your arms from around his neck and taking his hand again. “Shall we get a warm drink?” you tugged him towards the stand.

“Hmm, I’d rather more kisses but I will take the drink,” Rafael grumbled letting you pull him along grinning when you turned around to wink at him.

“Trust me to order again?” you asked just before you got to the front.

“I believe so,” Rafael nodded, he privately thought that he may start to trust you with anything.

“Could I get two large hot chocolates please, with some mint?” you asked the vendor.

“Right away, love,” he smiled. “Glad I didn’t start making it with hazelnut this time.”

“Well, it’s not often you have mint,” you cheeked, handing over some money for the drinks. Rafael waited bedside you, enjoying learning something about you, you turned to him with a smile. “Trust me, you’re going to love this.”

“Hm, I think so,” Rafael answered so softly. You sent him a quizzical look, not quite understanding why he responded in such a way but before you could ask the vendor was handing over your two drinks. You both got out of the way of the people behind you, you took a sip enjoying the minty chocolate warming you up. You watched Rafael take a sip, bouncing a little waiting for his response.

“You definitely weren’t lying chica,” Rafael licked his lips savouring the taste. “I take it you are regular here?”

“Oh yes, whenever I go for my walks I tend to come here for a hot drink before I continue on,” you said. “There are some chairs just over there, if the weather is nice I will stay for a little while and read.”

“I hope you don’t mind if we continue walking while we drink?” Rafael asked.

“Not a bit,” you smiled holding out your hand wiggling your fingers. “But only if we hold hands.”

“Twist my arm,” Rafael muttered lacing his fingers with yours again as the two of you continued your walk. You grinned leading the way to the loop that led back to where you had started. The rest of the walk flew by in easy conversation just like the night before. The both of you wanted to drag the date on but Rafael admitted that he should get back to work, at least for a little while longer and you knew that you had to get some more things done before you started work tomorrow.

“So,” you started. “This was…fantastic.”

“I’m inclined to agree,” Rafael said his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Full disclosure, I may be a bit busy in the next coming week the current case seems to be picking up and I start a trial in three days. But I would like to see you, even briefly when we can arrange it.”

“I would as well,” you nodded leaning a little into his hand, moving just enough to place a kiss on his palm. “I’m more than happy to work around your schedule, as mine is pretty standard not often that I am needed outside my shifts. Plus my lunch hour can be whenever, for the most part.”

“Perhaps we could meet for coffee and/or lunch in a few days?” Rafael asked, taking a step closer.

“Sounds good,” you agreed eyes shifting between his and his lips, wanting to try out the triangle trick. You grinned a little at the response it seemed to elicit from the man as he leaned down to hover over your lips.

“Teasing woman,” he growled lowly just before he pressed his lips to yours again this time he pulled away quicker but not before gently biting at your lower lip. You struggled to hold in the whine at that, following after him a little. “Good thing I rather like that.”

“Good…” you whispered, voice a little breathy before you tried to focus. “Lunch? A few days?” Rafael smirked gently at your short questions, he had heard the start of the whine before you stopped it when he pulled away from your lips and it created a need, a want to hear what noises you would make for him. He forced that heat down, he wanted to go slow with you to build up the desire and tension between the two of you.

“We’ll aim for two days from now. I’ll message you a time and place, once I know for certain,” Rafael answered voice equally soft.

“I can’t wait,” you grinned. “But don’t worry if work gets busy…I could always drop by with some take out. If you want of course.”

“You’d be willing to do that if I have to cancel?” Rafael asked. The few times he had dated in the past none of them had offered to alter the plans to fit into the hectic work hours of his job. And the times he had suggested it some of them did it, though they weren’t necessarily with how many times they had to do it. The rest would refuse, claiming it wasn’t a true date.

“Of course, I enjoy spending time with you and I would like to whenever and however possible,” you nodded, darting in to kiss his cheek again. “So long as it doesn’t interfere with your work.”

“If I can’t make the lunch date I would love for you to drop by the office,” Rafael took your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Message me when you get home?”

“Hmm, sure,” you said face soft and open as you squeezed his hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you in two days, Rafael.”

Rafael was still smiling after you parted ways, the two of you both looked back once or twice until you were out of sight. He was already excited for lunch, and a little part of him wanted it to be at his office so you could see him in his element. If he worked in a different area he would eventually invite you to watch him in court but there was no way he would ever want you to watch one of his trials. He wouldn’t lie about the fact that he is a proud man, and definitely a little arrogant in his regards to his work and the thought of being able to show that off to you, well, it pleased some buried part of himself. He was busy planning what suit he would wear that day wanting to impress you with it. He returned to the office, hoping that if he got a lot done today nothing would interfere with the lunch plans.

The two of you both thought that the next two days couldn’t go quick enough.

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When Raúl Esparza says he played Barba’s relationship with Benson as siblings:

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Who tf out here kissing their siblings tenderly on the forehead and sending them longing looks?? Sir WHAT? 💀

#he did very little to convince us lmao #he couldn’t help himself #unconsciously shipped Barson #100% barba loves benson and I personally think it’s romantically #not platonic or fraternal #Rafael barba #Olivia benson #law and order: svu #barson

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Best Friend Duty

Requested. Platonic!Harvard!Barhoun Rita Calhoun x Rafael Barba besties. Could technically be read as a previous relationship or the beginning of a romantic relationship, but also just as besties. Cause lets be real, these two are besties who have fucked at least once. No real warnings, just some sickness, and a teeeeeeny glimpse of isolated childhood. Obvious sass & language.

Rafael had almost been confused when he’d come home to a quiet apartment, Rita was usually awake late, pouring over case studies, law journals, writing papers or going over mock arguments. Instead he was met with just a lamp in the corner of the living room, an open text book on the coffee table beside a nearly full bowl of pasta, silence and darkness echoing through the rest of the apartment. Glancing down the hallway he noticed that Rita’s bedroom door was shut, no light coming from under it and he almost wondered if she’d finally decided to go out on a school night.

Knowing she wouldn’t care; he tossed the food into the microwave to scarf down as his own very late dinner, glancing through what she’d been studying before disappearing, unsurprised to find it was related to the most recent essay assignment they had. Frowning, he took another bite of pasta, that was one thing he’d always enjoyed since moving in with Rita for their third year at Harvard, getting to come home and go over law material, courses and assignments with each other. When he lived in the dorms he was stuck with randoms, not necessarily the same department, year or interests. With Rita he felt at home, at peace and despite her not having a single maternal bone in her body, he felt taken care of. Her coming home with extra groceries when he was having trouble balancing work with school, his paycheques taking a hit because of it, bribing him into shopping trips on the weekends because he had a better fashion sense than her girlfriends. Those trips that always ended up with her commenting that he’d need a good suit to kick off his career, slowly building up his wardrobe one piece at a time as a thank you. Having someone around who understood how his brain worked, someone who was respectable, quiet and knew to keep the lights low when he’d been studying too long and his migraines were starting to settle in.

It balanced out because the best she could do in the kitchen was scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, vegetables thrown together randomly to be called a salad, or unseasoned shrimp and rice on a good day. Rafael started adding things to the grocery list a few weeks into moving in, appreciating that she always picked the things up so he could cook them actual, seasoned and delicious food. Shopping balanced out because he really did have a good fashion sense, even if it was more impacted by Rita, and his memory was impeccable, he’d be able to spot a pair of earrings that would go with a suit she’d bought months ago, forgotten at the back of her closet. And while she was guiding him through his migraines, he was the one who would always make sure she actually ate, that coffee was brewed at the beginning of the day, that she put away the textbooks and go to bed sometime before dawn if they had class the next day.

Things were completely platonic, but they loved each other, and they knew they always would. Best friends from the moment they met despite what society’s expectations would say, hell, despite what some of their classmates would say. They belonged in each others lives, they helped take care of each other, work through the toughest times together and they would always be there for each other.

Which is why when Rafael rolled over in the middle of the night and his arm hit something that wasn’t a pillow, he wasn’t totally confused. He groaned softly, shifting on the bed, his eyes scrunching tightly shut in an attempt to hold onto his sleep, his hand finding Rita’s elbow, rubbing gently as he relaxed into the pillows.

“Did you really have to punch me in the tit?” She grumbled and he let out a huff.

“You’re the one invading my bed.” He groaned, “what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She replied, a hoarse cough breaking up her words, “my room’s freezing. I’m freezing.”

Rafael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush to her before his hand wandered up, the back of it resting against her forehead, “you’re burning up.”

“Shut up.” Rita mumbled, readjusting so she was comfortable in his arms, “lemme sleep.”

“So… you snuck into my room at four a.m. to what? Cuddle….?” He chuckled.

“I came into your room for comfort, and for warmth.” Her fingers pinched at his wrist, “so can we just go back to sleep?”

“Sure.” Rafael laughed softly, squeezing at her softly, “you know you’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“Will you just hold me!” Rita let out a near whine and he could hear her voice breaking, frowning as he knew there were likely tears building in her eyes. It wasn’t often that Rita behaved like this, that she felt like this, that she desired to depend on someone else. It was clear to Rafael by the time his eyes were shutting again that she definitely wasn’t feeling one hundred percent, his arm winding tightly around her waist, making sure she was fully in his embrace as they fell back asleep.

*

Rita didn’t wake up until the early afternoon, the bed empty but blankets wrapped tightly around her, a sealed bottle of water sat on the nightstand beside a pack of Tylenol and it appeared Rafael had even gone to the length of grabbing the portable heater from her room to make sure she was no longer freezing. She definitely wasn’t, she felt almost sticky with sweat, her mouth dry and her head throbbing as she ever so slowly rolled over to grab the medicine and water. Her throat was on fire as she swallowed, the pills barely making it down and she groaned before breaking into a small coughing fit, wincing at the pain in her chest already. Whatever this was, it was hitting her hard and hitting her fast. Her only positive thought was that if came on this quickly maybe it would be gone within twenty four hours.

The coughing alerted Rafael that she was finally awake, the door creaking open and his head popping through it to see how she was, “are you up, up or just taking meds?”

“Up, up.” She replied with a groan, “I feel disgusting, I need to shower.” She attempted to push herself to her feet but swayed heavily and Raf darted through the room, an arm winding around her waist.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted and he chuckled.

“You snuck into my bed in the middle of the night to be held, there’s clearly something wrong with you.”

“Shut it.” A small laugh broke out on her lips but it was just as quickly turned into another coughing fit, Rafael’s hand rubbing soothing circles on her back until she’d calmed down.

“Okay, let’s get you into the bathroom, at the very least the steam from the shower might help loosen some of that up and if you’re too dizzy a lazy washcloth shower will do, you’re just gonna sweat through your next sleep again anyways.”

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day? I’m not letting you in the bathroom with me.”

“Okay, then you can enjoy cracking your head open on the tub when you fall.”  He squeezed at her side gently, nudging her in the direction of the bathroom and she tried to shoot him a glare but her vision suddenly blurred and she paused a moment to shake out of it.

“Fine.”

Rita made him stay out of the bathroom until she was stripped down and hidden behind the shower curtain but did admit defeat and let him know she was sitting down after a couple of minutes. Even if it wasn’t the dizziness it was the general unwell feeling aching through her muscles, the shakiness of her hands as she tried to scrub the sickness away.

“You know maybe if you hadn’t skipped dinner last night you’d be able to make it through a shower.” Rafael called over the water.

“I didn’t skip dinner.”

“Rita, there were all of two bites taken out of that pasta and we both know it.”

“I wasn’t hungry.” She protested back, reaching up to turn off the taps, “and I was exhausted. I chose sleep over nourishment. Hand me a towel.” A warm, fluffy green one popped up between the shower curtain and the wall,

“Be careful when you stand up, and I’m leaving clothes on the basin for you.”

“Thanks.”

Rita waited until she heard the bathroom door click shut before she managed her way to her feet, cautiously stepping out of the tub to dry herself off. She couldn’t help but softly smile at the pile of clothes Rafael had left out for her, a pair of plaid pyjama pants of his that she tended to steal out of the laundry, a worn high school debate club shirt of her own and a Harvard hoodie they weren’t entirely sure who the correct owner was at this point. Pulling the hoodie tighter around her with a little shiver she padded out to the main part of the apartment, the television was on low, textbooks and note pads strewn across the coffee table next to a half full coffee cup. She made a beeline for the couch, tugging the blanket off the back of it before collapsing onto the cushions and wrapping it around herself. She snagged the remote, turning the volume up a bit before starting to channel surf to find something more entertaining to watch.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”

“Good.” He chuckled, “it’s for you.”

“What?” She asked with a croak, sitting up and looking over the back of the couch to Raf in the kitchen.

“I figured you were coming down with something so I ran to the store this morning, picked up ingredients for soup.”

“Can’t that just come out of a can?”

“Sure. If you want bland, unseasoned crap.” He laughed, turning the heat down to a simmer, “didn’t your mom ever make you soup when you were sick as a kid?”

“Bold of you to assume my mother ever cooked anything for me. And if I was sick she’d throw some children’s Advil in the direction of my father and shuttle me off to the nannies for the week.”

“No wonder you hate being sick so much.” He frowned, crossing through the room, “it’s not about the actual illness, is it?”

“Being sick sucks.” Rita sighed, dropping back into the cushions, burrowing under the blanket as Raf perched on the arm of the couch. “You already feel like crap, you can’t do anything, your energy is zapped, you either have no appetite or you’re throwing up constantly. You’re not allowed to go to school and nobody wants anything to do with you so you’re holed up on your own feeling like you’re in isolation until you’re better.”

“You were the kid who sat up studying and doing homework while off sick, weren’t you?” He raised a brow in her direction and she looked up at him with a sheepish expression before scoffing.

“Yeah.” She tugged the blanket tighter under her chin, “can’t fall behind.”

“Well then be glad it’s the weekend.” He teased, a hand coming to ruffle at her hair and he clicked his tongue, “did you seriously wash your hair and not dry it?”

“I seem to remember getting lectured about not standing for too long.” She glared up at him and he rolled his eyes.

“If you sleep with it like this it’s going to be a tangled mess when you wake up and I already don’t wanna hear it. Gimmie a second.”

Rita let out a huff, her gaze falling back onto the television as he disappeared from the room. She heard the click of the kettle as he passed through the kitchen before he wandered down the hall for a couple of minutes, rustling around in one of the other rooms. By the time he came back the water was boiling and when he returned to the couch there was a steaming mug in his hand thrust into Rita’s line of sight.

“Sit up.” He instructed, “and take this.”

She grumbled but did as he asked, sitting with her back against the arm of the couch as Rafael situated himself on it once again. She noticed that the tea wasn’t one of their usual tea bags, a mix of scents wafting off the beverage and a cinnamon stick floating inside of it. Behind her, Rafael’s fingers shook out her damp hair, making sure he wasn’t going to come across any large knots before parting it down the center and starting to make two French braids. She let out a little happy hum, appreciative in the way that he wasn’t shying away from her when she was sick, that he hadn’t banished her to her bedroom until she was better, he didn’t seem to have any issues with potentially picking up whatever germs she was carrying. Truthfully, that was because he knew she had likely been contagious all week and they shared practically everything already. They frequently stole food off each other’s plates, finished the other person’s coffee and used the same utensils. Whenever Rita found the time to bake he knew she regularly licked batter off the mixing spoon to make sure it tasted good before continuing to make whatever she was making. Germs was just something added to the list of things they shared.

“There’s something in this I can’t place.” She murmured as Rafael began the second braid and he laughed softly.

“Likely the garlic.”

“Garlic?!” She tried to turn her head and only managed to yank the hair he was currently holding, wincing as she turned her head back forward, “why?”

“It’s one of Mami’s classic recipes.” He replied with a shrug, nodding toward the stove, “same with the soup. Anytime I was sick she’d make a huge batch of both to last all week. When I was younger there was usually homemade bread to go along with it and I got to either sleep on the couch all week or in her bed. Extra popsicles too. While the actual illness sucked there were definitely some upsides to getting to stay home sick.”

“Sounds fake.” Rita grumbled, taking another swig of the tea.

“Well we’ve figured out by now that we had very different childhoods.” He wrapped the elastic around the second brain, then leant forward, kissing the top of her head, “you’re all done. Hungry?”

“Tired.” She replied back, draining the last of her tea before placing it down on the coffee table as Rafael climbed off the side of the couch.

“Alright. Get some rest, I’ll make sure to be quiet.”

“Where are you going?” She whined, pouting at him as he headed back to the kitchen.

“Figured you wanted to sleep.”

“I kinda hijacked your hangout place.” She gestured to the coffee table covered in his things.

“I can set up in the kitchen, or my room.”

“You really don’t have to.”

Rafael watched the way she frowned, the little shiver that danced through her body before his lips split into a grin, “you want me to stay.” He sauntered back over to the couch, “don’t you? Sick Rita is needy Rita, isn’t she? You want more cuddles.”

“Well I don’t wanna be alone.” She deflected and he laughed, “besides, just a little nap for the drugs to kick in and then I want some of that soup.”

“Alright.” Smirking he nudged her shoulder so she could sit up again and dropped onto the couch, “make yourself at home.”

Rita collapsed into his lap, letting out a happy sigh when his hand automatically landed in her hair, fingertips gently rubbing at her scalp. It only took a couple of minutes before she was asleep again, snoring softly and Rafael tucked the blanket in a little tighter around her shoulders. She’d been sick a couple of times during their years at Harvard but this was the first time when they’d been living together and now he felt a little bad for not checking up on her when he was still in the dorms. She clearly craved the contact and honestly had no clue how to take care of herself, it was no wonder the flu in first year took her out for a full two weeks.

The hand he had in her hair softly moved to her back, rubbing slow circles through the blanket, making sure she was as comfortable as she could get while she slept. She needed the rest and now he really knew just how touch starved she was, certain that if he even got up to use the bathroom she would be whining in her sleep. Halfway through the afternoon he felt his eyes drooping, whatever she’d chosen on the television serving zero interest to him and he gingerly shifted her so he could slide between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her in his arms as he slipped under the blanket.

The timer on the stove woke them up just as the sun was starting to set, jolting them both out of their calm sleeps.

“Sorry.” He murmured, slowly untangling their limbs.

“S’okay.” She replied with a yawn, “probably wouldn’t sleep through the night otherwise.”

“Yeah.” He squeezed at her shoulder, “feeling better?”

“A bit.”

“Take some more meds.”

“Is it time for soup?” She asked, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up and he couldn’t help but smile at just how little she looked right now.

“Yeah.” He padded through the kitchen, flicking the burner off before digging through the pantry, “you want some of this sourdough with it?”

“Please.”

A moment later Rita let out a happy groan at the smells wafting through the room as Rafael took the lid off the pot and added a few last minute things. She picked up her water, swallowing down a couple more pills before she shifted on the couch, nestling into the corner so Rafael could sit beside her. She flicked through a couple of channels until she found one of their joint favourite movies about to start and hummed in satisfaction.

“Here.” Rafael returned to the couch with the food, a fresh mug of tea placed on the table for her, “careful it’s hot.”

“Smells amazing.”

“Surprised you’ve still got a sense of smell.” He teased and she rolled her eyes.

“It’s more in my throat.”

“That I can tell,” he grinned, “you sound like Kermit.”

“Fuck you.” She muttered, opting to ignore him and focus on the soup instead, humming softly when the flavours hit her tongue. Beside her Rafael simply smiled, glad that she was actually eating and getting nutrients in while sick instead of living off saltine crackers.

Empty bowls of soup lay abandoned on the coffee table, Rita’s mug of tea refilled and Rafael had grabbed a beer from the fridge for himself. The movie was just over halfway through and Rita was neatly tucked under Raf’s arm, nestled into the crook of his neck while his hand softly rubbed up and down her arm. Her breathing was pretty regulated, only small coughs here and there now that Rafael had dug through the bathroom until he found some cough syrup from his last bought of illness for her. She was no longer alternating between shivering and being too hot, having to shove the blanket off her, a happy medium where she was slowly starting to feel like an actual human again.

“Rafa?” She asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He turned his face to leave a gentle kiss on the top of her hair, “that’s what best friends are for.”

A comfortable silence took over them as the movie began to wrap up before she quietly spoke again.

“Raf?” This time her voice was almost timid and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes you can sleep in my bed again tonight.”

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@svulife-rl rl @mickey-gomez @clarawatson @momlifebehard @alexusonfire @godard-muse @thatesqcrush @daddy-heather-dunbar @alcabots @kmc1989 @valentinesfrog @originalbrunettecharacter @swimmingstudentchaos891 @prentiss-theorem @witches-unruly-heart @plaidbooks

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #rita calhoun #rafael barba #barhoun #rita calhoun x rafael barba #platonic!barhoun #bestie!barhoun #harvard au #roomate au

[noellawrites]

So of course none of the SVU yanderes you write for respond well to a romantic rival. But how would they respond to it if you were already dating someone before you met them? Who would take it “best”, relatively speaking? Who takes it worst?

i love answering asks like this! they help with inspo as well, so feel free to send any questions like this :)

i hope i understood this correctly!

i'll rank them from best to worst lol

Sonny Carisi would probably take it the best. He knows he's got this boyish charm and he can definitely kill your s/o with kindness. He knows you belong with him (and he's convinced you know deep down, too) so he doesn't lose sleep over it.

Mike Dodds is next. He's not great at losing but he has plentiful resources at his hands thanks to his dad. He can bribe your s/o, threaten them or even put out a hit on them. Eventually, he'll weasel his way into your life to be your shoulder to cry on.

Rafael Barba is not going to take this very well. He's definitely going to lose sleep over figuring out how to make you his and get your s/o out of the picture. He is very intelligent and determined, fatal traits in a yandere. Good luck.

Nick Amaro is going to beat up your s/o and leave them for dead on the sidewalk. Your s/o is going to get killed or at least very badly injured. The law? What law? In Nick's book, there is no law that concerns him when it comes to his loved ones.

#noelle answers #law and order svu #rafael barba #sonny carisi #nick amaro #mike dodds #yandere law and order svu #yandere rafael barba #yandere sonny carisi #yandere nick amaro #yandere mike dodds

[mimisempai]

Get to know your fellow fanfic writers better

Thank you @bebxfr and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for tagging me

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 2020

First character you wrote for:

Sonny Carisi and Rafael Barba - Law&Order Special Victim Unit

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Aziraphale and Crowley - Good Omens

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

None... I never plan 😁

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Good Omens

Sherlock

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Actually none

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Aziraphale and Crowley

Greg Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Established Relationship

Fluff

Cuddling & Snuggling

Your current platform where you post your works:

Ao3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

All set, angel? Copy 19:30 Yes, Muriel is with me. They said the lovebirds are on their way to the bookshop. X Sent 19:32 Nina couldn't help but smile as she watched the bookshop from the coffee shop. For once it was fun to be one of those in the know. Then her gaze was drawn to the Bentley parked in its reserved spot. The strange car no longer surprised anyone in the neighborhood, just as people had gotten used to the kind bookseller and his equally kind, though he denied it, dark partner. It had been easy to convince the other shopkeepers on Whickber Street to prepare this little surprise. They all had the same kind of amnesia about the night of the ball in the bookshop, but they all had the same impression. They'd been in danger, and Crowley and Aziraphale had protected them. There were often small disagreements among the shopkeepers, but they were all unanimous about this.

For today Good Omens Flufftober prompt : Slow dancing The Shopkeepers prepare a little surprise for Aziraphale and Crowley.

#fanfiction writer #writer #writer stuff #writer games #Good Omens #Sherlock bbc #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #mystrade fics #mystrade

[wily-one24]

Fic: Deep Deep Down, Where the Darkness Dwells.

Fandom: Law and Order: SVU Rating: M Warnings: Contains Rape/Non-Con and all dark things that have to do with William Lewis. Characters: Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, William Lewis, Donald Cragen, Fin Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, John Munch, Rafael Barba, Peter Lindstrom, plus a few OCs. Pairings: None, this is a gen fic. It's hurt/comfort all the way. Ain't nobody getting romantic here.

Chapters so far: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, and counting.

Now with added Playlist.

Angst O'Plenty.

Read More for Fic Summary:

When he’s told that she’d been sent home for two days the chill in his gut freezes all the way over.

“But you checked on her?” Because there’s only one reason she’s not here, only one reason they came to get him, only one conclusion and he has to be wrong. “You found her in time, right?”

“Elliot.”

There is no light in Cragen’s eyes and it haunts him, he feels the frantic edges of his panic.

“Where’s Olivia?”

Her name is a hammer that slams down in the car, breaking them all.

“Son.” Cragen’s head tilts a little, his sad eyes watching him carefully. “You need to prepare yourself.”

“No.” He turns around to look outside the window, as if she’s going to be there on the side of the road. She’s not, not to his right, not to his left. “No. Captain…”

“She’s alive.” Cragen has pity on him, but the words don’t carry the hope he’d expect.”She’s…”

And his voice fails him. Fin breaks his silence from the front.

“Bastard had her for over six weeks.”

#jacqui writes fic #jacqui drinks reader tears like a fine wine #svu fic #D5 fic #new chapter up

[twobruhsinahottub]

Hi! On Feb 3 you responded to a post about attempting to complete a ship for me, thank you for giving it a go. It's been a rollercoaster last two years. So if you could do a ship or a one shot/headcannon I would appreciate it. Ship info: I'm an introverted geeky country girl, so a really odd mix. I don't like drama, I'm very loyal. Though I'm sweet and try to be kind, I believe in honesty/transparency. Hard working. I mean I really relate (see some similarities in personalities, though he's a lot more out going)to Carisi's character, with a dash of the Rollins family drama. I bloom around people I trust and that when my goofy, geeky (I love to read, play video games, love interesting facts).

If you feel more comfrotable with a one shot or headcanon or whatever those blurbs are called that give you the different perspectives of the different characters, how would Law and order: SVU guys (Barba, Carisi, Dodds, Amaro) would react to finding out their significant other has basically made it through their adult life without romantic relationship, the s/o admits they've found it hard to let walls down to let someone in.

Sorry for taking so long to get to this, honestly i forgot about it, but here you go! Heres headcanons on how Barba, Carisi, and Amaro (no Dodds cause i havent seen his seasons/episodes, sorry) would react to finding out their partner has never been in a relationship!

Sorry in advance, this is kinda ooc and not very detailed. I havent written in years lmao. This is how i picture the guys but feel free to share any differing hc you have

Rafael Barba:

Would first be shocked because "how"

After explaining why, though, he understands. He has trouble with letting his guard down, too, and he is honored that you trusted him enough to tell him this.

Dominick Carisi:

Would be confused because he can not fathom you having not been in a relationship before. But once you explain, he hugs you and thanks you for letting him in. He probably shares some similar experience he or someone he knows has had to try and relate as well.

Nick Amaro:

He just looks at you for a bit. Then he says ok. And eventually, likely a long while (as in days, months, etc) later, he asks why. You explain to him that you have trouble trusting people, and he says he gets that, and gives you a hug. You both carry on and it likely isnt mentioned again.

#sonny writes #law and order svu #svu #rafael barba #sonny carisi #svu headcanons #nick amaro #character x you

[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Rafael Barba:  Spellbound

Word Count:  5269

TW:  Fluff; two idiots in love; smut (PiV, protected; thoughts about unprotected sex).  18+ only.

AN:  Part three of a three-part series:  Part One, Part Two

Rafael wanted to beat a hasty retreat the next morning.  It was too surreal.  Too scary.  He had fostered a painful little crush on you for months, and that had mellowed into a melancholic unrequited love.  Up until the moment it became requited, and Rafael had foolishly fallen into bed with you.

The cold light of morning had a way of changing the perspective.  You had the day off – a rare opportunity for you to use a sick day, with your broken wrist – but Rafael woke early.  He had to go home and shower and change, and he wanted nothing more than to creep away while you still slept.  But something stopped him.

Instead, he considered your broken wrist.  He grabbed a couple ibuprofen and a glass of water.  He shook you gently awake.  He had broken his ankle in college, and he knew how the ache of a healing bone could creep up on you until it was nearly unbearable.

“Hey,” he said as you blinked at him, mostly still asleep.  “Take these.”

You only opened your mouth (like a baby bird), and Rafael snorted softly as he placed the capsules on your tongue.  Then he held up the glass of water for you to take a sip.  Then, unable to resist you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Go back to sleep,” he told you.  “I’ll call you this afternoon to check in.”

You obliged him; you were already back asleep by the time he turned in the bedroom doorway for one final backwards glance – you burrowed under your comforter with only the top of your head visible.

-----

Rafael wanted to stress over the situation.  How could you both go back to just working together?  Did you want more?  How would the two of you navigate that?  Truthfully, he didn’t know much about you other than the surface-level intel he gathered from being a colleague.  

He wanted to stress about it, but he couldn’t stop smiling.  It was ridiculous.  Stupid.  Every time his smile started to slip, though, he found himself thinking of last night.  How you had been so shy to confess your feelings.  How you hadn’t quite believed him when he admitted the same to you.  

How it had felt to kiss you.  To slide into you, to feel your good arm holding him close.  How it felt to fall asleep beside you.

A part of him pointed out that it was just a consequence of the season.  The holidays made people do crazy things.  They stirred up feelings that made people reach out for connection.  The cool, lawyerly part of his brain told him that this probably wouldn’t last beyond January, February at the latest.

But some new part of him was speaking up in equal measure, and that part said, why not take the chance?

Cool, lawyerly Rafael would have sent a text.  Newer, seize-the-day Rafael called you instead, and you sounded so damned happy to hear from him that he knew he made the right choice.

“I thought I could stop by tonight,” he said.  “Maybe bring dinner?  Does that sound good to you?”

As it turned out, that sounded wonderful to you.

*****

You thought you had a good handle on Rafael Barba.  He had a wardrobe of sharp suits, and he had a sharp intellect that skewered even the best criminal defense strategies.  He had a snarky streak that you assumed hid some deeper pain or insecurity.  You had seen a little early on, during the Muñoz case, though you had misunderstood some of what you’d seen then.

But he still surprised you.  When he leaned in and kissed you, for example.  It had been an unexpectedly bold move.  Or when he happily fell into bed with you, or when he had taken a moment mid-coitus to tell you he was happy that some of the truth came out.  Who the hell did that?  Under all those layers of Italian wool and sarcasm…was there a soft, romantic man?

He was a thoughtful man, at least.  He woke you up that morning to give you ibuprofen for your wrist.  And he called you at lunch to set up a dinner date for the same night.

The day before had been so completely disastrous, but it had ended on an unexpected note.  Today, you were more yourself.  More pulled together, more level.  You showered awkwardly with the cast, and you straightened up your place a bit, and you hunkered down to read a book.  

And before you knew it, it was evening, and there was a knock on your door, and your heart was doing that fluttery thing in your chest that was either burgeoning love or a mild myocardial infarction.

*****

Years later, Rafael would laugh at how stupid he was.  Utterly clueless.  He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop with you, but it was all his previous relationships weighing on him.  He was used to passive-aggressive power struggles.  Cheating.  Mind games.

It only felt weird with you because you were so…normal.  Sure, he felt butterflies in his stomach when he looked at you or thought about you.  But everything else was perfectly, wonderfully normal.

Like now, at the beginning of everything:  he dished out the food he brought – Italian food from a little bistro.  You provided a bottle of blended red wine, and the two of you sat down to eat.

And talk.  When you put an ace prosecutor and a star interrogator together on a first date, the questions were rapid-fire.  In the span of the hour, the two of you worked through all the surface stuff:  family, friends, education, work history.  Like a lightning round of resumes.

By the second hour – the two of you cozily sitting on the couch, Rafael’s arm slung around your shoulders – you got into more intimate topics.

“Why are you still single?” you asked, and Rafael had to sip at his wine to formulate his response.

“Lack of time,” he answered.  “And bad luck.”  He was halting at first, and then more confident as you squeezed his knee in a gesture of casual comfortableness.  He told you about Yelina, which you knew a little of.  He told you about the handful of people that came after her, the range of people who wanted different things than him, who wouldn’t give him the things he needed.

“It’s easier to be alone,” he concluded, and he hated how pathetic he sounded.  You only squeezed his knee again and murmured that you felt the same way sometimes.

“What about you?” he asked.  “Why are you still single?”

“Same as you, mostly.  For me, I’ve just been unlucky.  I only seem to meet men who want a woman who is a little less than them.”

“What do you mean?”

He felt you shrug against him.  “Guys who want a woman who makes less money than them, or women who don’t have a master’s degree when they only have a bachelor’s.”

Rafael laughed lightly against you.  “And here you are, with a master’s degree in, what, psychology?  And that high-paying job with NYPD.”

You pulled away to grin at him.  “It really narrows the dating pool.  I can only date doctors who pull in more than a detective second grade.”

He tugged you back against him, mindful of your broken wrist.  “Well, I am technically a Doctor of Jurisprudence, so….”  He let himself trail off.  He kept waiting for you to say something, anything, to pump the brakes on this entire enterprise.  You already knew more about him than Liv did.  It was moving too fast, but Rafael didn’t want to be the one to slow it down.

“There you go then,” you replied, and even though he couldn’t see your face, he could hear the smile in your voice.

-----

Rafael kept thinking it was too fast.  The Klaxon horn in his head blared it to him at every available opportunity.

She’s going to get tired of you.

She’s going to move on after the holidays.

She’s going to find someone better.

You freak her out when you stare at her.

The last one was true, actually.  Rafael got into the habit of coming over to your place every night.  Sometimes you had sex, but you were limited by your broken wrist (which you babied, cradling it against your chest like some melodramatic actor) and you were both often too tired.  The push to close cases before the holiday break was intense.  More than once, he fell asleep on your couch over case notes.

But he stared at you a lot.  You were fun to watch – beautiful to him, but also animated.  You made all sorts of faces when you read through case notes.  Rolled eyes, heavy sighs, nose curled in disgust.  It wasn’t just the surface stuff though.  He also stared at you because he wanted a better read on you.  He wanted to know what you were thinking.

“You’re staring again,” you pointed out, and he caught your quizzical glance.  “What’s up?”

Rafael was tired enough from long work hours that he decided not to lie.  “I’m wondering when the other shoe is going to drop.”

It made you snort softly, but you smiled too.  “You’re wondering when it’ll be revealed that I’m already married with three kids?”

He smiled back.  “Something like that.”

You shook your head at him, and your smile never faltered.  “You need to have a little faith, Rafael.  Not everyone is Yelina Muñoz.”

You were right in that regard.  You and Yelina were as different as any two people could be, and every moment he spent with you made that fact more obvious.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” he asked suddenly, changing the subject.

That made your smile slip a little.  “Working, unfortunately.  Fin and I are taking a double shift Christmas day so that Nick and Amanda can have it off.”

Rafael had planned, as always, to go to Switzerland to ski.  It was a solitary vacation, lonely in a picturesque setting against the Alps, but a holiday with you was far more tempting.  Even if it included you working a double shift and him waiting for you to get home.

That’s what it was, ultimately – that he already considered home wherever you were.  Ridiculous, after only….what, a week?

“What about you?” you asked, and Rafael shrugged.  He was already thumbing through his phone and pulling up his email for the links to his plane tickets, his hotel reservation.  He always got the cancellation insurance but this was the first time he used it.

“I thought I might spend it with you,” he replied after a long beat.  He was looking down at his phone but he glanced up in time to see the happy surprise that crossed your face.  “If that sounds like something you might like.”

You didn’t answer him.  You only leaned forward, across the scatter of case folders between you on the couch, and you kissed him in reply.

-----

It was the last weekend before Christmas, and Rafael basically lived at your place already.  You hadn’t offered, exactly, but when he placed a travel bag of toiletries under your bathroom sink, you only gave that little smile of yours and said nothing.

Your place was small, and Rafael wasn’t sure how things would look in the long-term.  Truly, he thought that once the holiday madness stopped, things would fall apart and he’d be single again.  You seemed to have no such doubts, but you didn’t discuss it much other than to gently chide him to have a little faith, a little hope.

For now, he loved staying with you.  Your apartment was warm and cozy because you were warm and cozy.  If he thought back on it, he had noticed your warmth early on – how you treated victims, how you treated him and the other detectives when cases went sideways.  

Rafael had realized the depth of his infatuation, after all, when a case belonging to you and Amaro had gone south quickly.  Rafael had caught you comforting your partner:  Amaro slumped over on a bench outside the courtroom, you bent over him with your hand on his shoulder.  It was one of those innocently intimate moments that happened between partners, but it still had set a low burn of jealousy in Rafael’s gut.  

You were the same with him now – innocently intimate.  Rafael had never dated someone so touchy in such a mundane but sweet way.  In the evenings at your place, you’d reach out to squeeze his knee or rub his arm or hold his hand in your good hand.

It was also sweetly domestic.  Any other burgeoning relationship, and he would have tried to impress you with fancy dinner or tickets to shows.  Instead, it was just him at your place, eating dinner, chatting, watching T.V. while cuddled under a fleece blanket.

That’s where you were now:  him reclined against the arm of your couch, and you nestled between his legs, your back to his chest as you scrolled through a thousand channels with nothing to watch.

“What about that?” he asked as you paused on a forensic show that focused on cold cases.

You heaved a weary sigh and changed the channel.  “It’s almost always a dead woman, and spoiler alert – it’s almost always the husband or boyfriend who did it.”

You were right, of course.  You each dealt with plenty of darkness in your work lives, so why invite that darkness into your warm little home?  Rafael kissed your temple and watched you bypass the sports channels and then the news channels.

“How about this?” you asked.  You had stopped in the swath of women-centric programming – or at least, these were the channels that generally played in his mother’s or grandmother’s apartments when he visited.  Overwrought dramas about faithful wives being cheated on, or the titillating thrillers of cheerleaders stalked by their homeroom teachers.  Apparently around the holidays, that programming was pushed aside in favor of Christmas movies.

“A Crown for Christmas,” you read from the on-screen details.  “A workaholic with no time for romance finds loves with a prince in disguise.”  You laughed, an infectious giggle that always made Rafael chuckle too, and then you swiveled a little in his arms to look up at him.

“What do you think the odds are that they live happily ever after?” you asked.

He pulled his most serious face and pretended to think about it.  “Slim to none.  A workaholic peasant and a prince on the run?  It’s doomed before it even begins.”

You elbowed him enough to pull a startled groan out of him, but you still grinned at him.  “Such a pessimist.”

Then you settled back against him, and the two of you watched it.  It was certifiably terrible:  stilted dialogue, poor acting, full of continuity errors.  The prince was from some made-up European country where everyone had American or vaguely British accents.  The workaholic had a vague job in “marketing.”  Their first kiss had all the heat of a slice of Wonder Bread.

And it was perfect, lying with you on the couch, both of you snarking at the tropes.

It was halfway through the movie (when the workaholic had a heartfelt conversation with her dying grandmother about love) that Rafael’s attentions turned elsewhere.  You were nestled up against him, engrossed in the terrible movie, but every time you shifted, it caused just enough friction and pressure on his groin to get his attention.

Of course, once his attention was there, it became impossible to think of anything else.  Once he was thinking about that…

Rafael felt the moment you felt it.  You grew unnaturally quiet and still – and then you shifted again, this time with more purpose.

“Please tell me it wasn’t the dying grandma scene that’s causing this reaction,” you said in a low, teasing voice, and Rafael scoffed in mock offense before he tightened his arm around you to hold you against him.

“It’s your fault,” he replied.

You wriggled out of his grasp – no easy feat with one arm in a cast – and the wriggling only made the situation worse.  You managed to get turned around so that you were straddling him, above him now as he was half laying down, half propped against the couch arm.

As much as Rafael dreaded the inevitable end of things, moments like these made it seem like it might last forever.  Sure, it was hot, having you straddling him, nothing between the two of you except your thin sleep shorts and his own pajama pants.  But it also wrung his heart in the best way possible, the way you gazed down at him before you leaned forward to kiss him.

Rafael let you set the pace.  It was a little clumsy with your balance compromised by your dominant hand out of commission.  He held you around the waist to steady you as you dragged your clothed core against his clothed erection.  Your hands and your mouth seemed to move independently from your body, and you kissed your way across his face, down his neck while your hands slipped under his t-shirt to touch his chest.

It was another revelation for him, how much you seemed to want him.  Despite his wardrobe of well-cut suits and his courtroom strutting, Rafael was insecure at heart.  He had been a little kid, a scrawny boy who had relied on Eddie Garcia’s protection in the schoolyard.  That anxiety followed him to Harvard (where he never quite seemed to have the right clothing or the right haircut) and beyond.  Yelina hadn’t helped – she had constantly scrutinized him.  He was too short.  He was not fit enough.  Etcetera.

There was no way it was acting with you.  Rafael had witnessed enough of your UC work, and you were painfully bad at pretending to be something you weren’t (your attempts to pass as a sex worker were both awkward and charming to watch).  You had to really want him, just as he was.

He moved his hands to your hips, dug his fingers under your waistband so that he could grip your curves.  He pulled you down harder against him for more friction, more pressure, and he relished the little breathy moans you made every time you ground against his erection.

“Don’t you want to see if the prince gets the girl?” he muttered against your throat, and you reached with your good hand to cup his chin, guide his mouth to yours.  He’d never get tired of kissing you – your soft lips that got swollen so easily from making out, your tongue that so artfully swept into his mouth until it felt like you were pulling his soul from him.

“I really don’t care,” you told him once you broke the kiss.  You pulled back enough to look down at him from your perch in his lap, and your eyes had that wide, glassy quality they always got in bed.  Like you were stunned to find yourself with him.

“C’mon,” he said.  It took a massive amount of willpower to gently push you off of his lap, to stand up and lead you to your bedroom, the cheesy holiday movie long forgotten.  

As always (always defined by “a week’s worth of intimacy”), Rafael helped you undress.  You babied your broken wrist, and he did too – you were certainly capable of doing more, but you always got such a shy little smile of your face when he tugged your shirt off of you.  He leaned in to kiss you, gently this time, and he pushed your shorts off of you as he did.  Then he picked you up just as gently and carried you the final few steps to lay you down on the bed.

Rafael undressed himself, but slower.  It was hard to focus with you stretched across your bed, naked, looking like the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, even with a bright blue plaster cast on your arm.

You gave him that same shy little smile when he finally climbed into bed and joined you.

“Can I be on top?” you asked, and Rafael nodded so eagerly that you laughed at him.  

Maybe the sex would change someday too, but you always took a leisurely pace, or bridled him to take a slower pace when he was leading.  Rafael, as always, could feel the conflict in you as you climbed on top of him, as you laid down on top of him, pressed your breasts against him, kissed him deeply.  

He could feel that you wanted him, but you seemed to want to take your time with him.  To savor him.  It allowed him to savor you in turn, and he ran his warm palms over your back and shoulders, then around your ribcage to touch your breasts and mold them into the shape of his cupped hands.

All the while, you slid against his erection, the slick warmth of you very nearly enough to make him come.  The two of you had talked about contraceptives in one of your lightning-round “getting to know you” questioning marathons.  You had been frank in a way that only an SVU detective could be (“I could get an appointment to get an IUD, if you want”), but he had blushed furiously in a way that only a Catholic (even a lapsed one) could.

Rafael had never had sex without a condom, too terrified of unplanned fatherhood despite the temptation.  Now with you, he was ravenous to try it.  The feel of you against him – just settled against his cock, just lightly riding him – was heaven.  He could only imagine what it would feel like to slide into you, to be buried so deep in you that it was impossible to tell where you ended and he began.

For now, you just reached into your bedside stand for a condom, and you handed it to him since you had a broken wrist.  He rolled it onto himself, and he held his cock steady so that you could line yourself up, notch him against your entrance, and then lower yourself onto him.

It was (as always) a struggle against the sensation of being inside you.  He could feel your incredible warmth even through the latex of the condom, and you gripped him like a fist as you seated yourself onto him.  You gave the same breathless moan against the sensations you were feeling, and you took the same long beat to catch your breath.  You usually had an expression somewhere between pain and extreme concentration (not unlike the face you made at work sometimes), and Rafael slid his hand around the back of your neck to pull you down to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked as usual, and you nodded and fixed him with your bright, slightly stunned eyes.  

“Always,” you replied softly, and come on – Rafael was a closeted romantic.  How could he not fall a little more in love with you every time you said stuff like that, with that same dreamy expression on your face, all of it triggered by whatever you were feeling with him?

You rode him carefully, and he kept his hands on your waist to hold you steady as you rose up, sank back onto him.  You had a languid pace, and you rolled your hips every time you reseated yourself on his cock.  It was almost too much, and the moment you picked up the pace, Rafael knew he wasn’t going to last forever.

“Touch yourself, cariño,” he ordered you.  He slid his own hands onto your hips, held you firm but helped to drive you against his length as he planted his feet to thrust up into you.  Fuck, you were gorgeous riding him like this – your breasts bouncing, your hair a wild mess, your lips parted as you made the most beautiful, needy whines in the back of your throat.  He could feel his own orgasm approaching, like every nerve ending was alight from the sensation of you surrounding him.

You obeyed his command and reached your uninjured hand down to where the two of you were joined.  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of where his cock disappeared into your clenching heat, and when you rubbed your clit – your finger bumping against his shaft from time to time – Rafael had to shut his eyes to forestall his orgasm roaring in his ears.

“Come for me,” you told him, and he groaned, shook his head.  “I’m so close, Rafael.  Just let go.”

There was something about the way you said his name in bed – you called him Barba at work, like everyone else, and you called him Rafael at home.  But in bed, you had a way of purring his name, making it sound like the most erotic word in the world, and his eyes snapped open to see you gazing down at him with your own eyes glazed over with desire.

Rafael gave a tortured growl and grabbed you by your shoulders to haul you down to him.  He planted his feet and thrust his hips up into you, the harmonious rhythm of your thrusts lost.  He was pure primal lust, fucking up into you as you wailed against his mouth, the kisses sloppy and needy too.  

“Oh, Raf – oh!” you cried out, and he felt it just as he came too.  The way you clenched his driving length, how it felt like you were trying to pull him even deeper into you as you came.  Rafael shuddered underneath you, held your own shuddering form, and as he spilled uselessly into the condom, he wished for the day he could come inside you.  It had to be some vestigial caveman part of his brain, but fuck – he wanted to mark you as his.  He wanted to paint your insides with his cum and watch it trickle out of you.  And then do it again and again.

You were both slow to disconnect and clean up – you both seemed to be naturally cuddly post-coitus.  It’s like you were spellbound by each other, and being so close – his half-hard cock still inside you – was a bewitchment neither of you were willing to break.  

But you did.  You each cleaned up as quickly as you could and then climbed back into bed together.  There was never much post-coital talking, since you were both perpetually overworked and both got sleepy after sex.  It was fine by Rafael, since the two of you talked plenty over dinners and over the handful of working lunches you had eked out at work.

In fact, you usually fell straight asleep two seconds after your head hit the pillow, and Rafael usually allowed your deep, even breathing to coax him to sleep too.

There must have been something on your mind that night.  Your deep, even breathing never came, and you had a tension in your body that Rafael could feel.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, and he felt your head move in the darkness.  Whether you were nodding or shaking your head, he didn’t know.

There was such a long stretch of silence that he nearly fell asleep, but then he heard you clear your throat, hesitate, then speak.

“I have to tell you something,” you whispered, and he felt his heart sink.  Here it was – the other shoe dropping.  He knew it was going to happen eventually.

He didn’t reply, and you waited a moment before adding, “I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for you.”

That made his heart do something too, a sick sort of twist that hurt wonderfully.  He tried to play it off.

“Why do you make it sound so bad?” he replied, and he hoped he sounded casual.

He felt you turn your head like you were trying to see him in the darkness.  “It’s fast, Rafael.  But if you’re not…I guess…in this for real, you have to let me know now.  I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Hmm.”  He rolled onto his side to face you even if he couldn’t see you.  “You said you’re pretty sure?”

He could hear the smile in your voice.  “Fairly certain, yes.”

“Fairly certain wouldn’t hold in a court of law.”

“Are you trying to lead the witness?”  You gave a low groan and added, “oh god, are we already at the shop-talk stage of this thing?  Nevermind, forget I said anything.  I’m gonna reactivate my Tinder profile - ”  You feigned climbing out of bed, and Rafael reached out to pull you back to him.

“I’m fairly certain too,” he told you softly.  He leaned forward to kiss you and caught the corner of your mouth in the darkness.  “Almost one hundred percent, in fact.”

It had only been about a week, but Rafael knew from the way your lips curved against his that you had that shy, pleased smile at his words.  So he kissed you, gently at first and then with growing need, and when he sank into your depths again, made you come against him again, groaned against your neck as he came too – that’s when he went from fairly certain to absolutely certain.

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #tropes-and-tales

[onefail-at-atime]

Hear me out.

This week's episode had me thinking a lot about the men in Olivia's life and how every one of them seemed to fit a typical romantic role that may have been overlooked at the time. At a glance, there's not much there. But when looking at them all collectively? One just stands out.

But I may be biased.

Just give them a thought.

.

Brian Cassidy is the guy from high school you slept with once only to bang again after reuniting in your hometown years later. You leave him wanting more but now you know that he'd be no good for you.

Ed Tucker is the guy everyone seems to suddenly love once you're together. You start dating on what feels like a whim. After feeling like you'd never find someone to spend forever with, you admit that he's not so bad after all. Until he says that he IS ready for forever and the truth becomes rapidly clear. It was convenient. It was nice. It was fun. But it wasn't forever.

Peter Stone is the jock you'll admit that you find attractive. Except the guy isn't quite sure of his own place in the world and you know right away that even if friends and family are pushing for you to be together, it's just not going to happen.

Elliot Stabler is the guy you fell hard for only to realize that he loved someone else. When he breaks your heart by ghosting you and throwing your friendship out the door, you become way more guarded than you did before. But that love (and lust) is still there when you're reunited years later and are both single. It finally happens. You sleep together and agree to give it a try. Even though your friends and coworkers are shouting NO, NO, NO, you think you owe it to your younger self to try. Only to quickly realize that it was the unrequited aspect of it all that made you feel the way you did. Looking back, he needs to take care of, and better, himself before he could ever think about being with you.

Rafael Barba is ... a lot. Smart aleck. Friend and foe. You're always going toe to toe with him because he's the only one you CAN go toe to toe with, even if his smirking face tends to annoy you. The man puts on a show but deep down, he's all heart and awkward fluff. His friendship is the one that grew slowly, like glowing embers turn to flames. You stop and realize one day that yes, he's your closest friend. And yes, you would never want to jeopardize that.

Until it happens.

And suddenly he's not there.

You hide your true emotions under your anger towards him after that explosive argument because what else can you do? You certainly can't admit to yourself that you miss everything you had with him. From sociocultural debates to the little touches between you. No, you don't miss that.

You can't allow yourself to miss that.

So his calls and texts go unanswered and you fall right back into your old habit of building up that wall.

But you still miss him.

#barson #rafael barba #olivia benson #olivia benson x rafael barba #benson x barba #olivia benson & rafael barba

[plaidbooks]

Rafael Barba for this:

First Impression: Who's this smary jackass?

Impression Now: Wow, people are waaaay too obsessed with you. Like, yeah, you're hot and protect yourself with sarcasm, but your fans are annoying and I'm starting to dislike you because of it.

Favorite moment: The final speech in Contrapasso is soooo good.

Idea for a story: So many, but petering out. I'd love to redo my bodyguard x Rafael story.

Unpopular opinion: People are still too obsessed with him and I'm tired of fans calling for his return. Let the man do Broadway.

Favorite relationship: Him and Sonny--not just barisi (though I do ship them), but I love the grumpy mentor x sunshine student, whether platonic or romantic.

Favorite headcanon: That he was only in Iowa for a few months but has been back in NYC, seeing his mom and friends (including the squad) during seasons 20-24.

#rafael barba

[saiilorstars]

OC Valentines Challenge

‘Every good couple starts with a solid foundation than adds building blocks to make a strong home out of each other. In OC ships, you could even say these building blocks are ship tropes. Tell everyone what tropes you think your ship is made of!’

1. Aitana Serrano x Spencer Reid - Friends to lovers - Two characters go from a platonic relationship to a romantic one. 2. Emilia Hartley x Sonny Carisi - Fake relationship - Two characters start out faking a relationship for one reason or another and along the way, they fall in love for real. 3. Minerva Souza x 10th Doctor - Star-crossed Lovers - Two lovers doomed to be kept apart no matter how hard they struggle to be together. 4. Renata Cartwright x 11th Doctor - Forbidden Love - Two characters in a romantic relationship that is highly discouraged or strongly opposed by a third party, such as the public; either due to cultural, societal, political, or religious reasons. 5. Citlalli del Rio x T’Challa - Lovers in Denial - Two characters are just perfect for each other, but neither realizes it (or only one realizes it). However, everyone around them — such as their friends, family, and enemies — can see their obvious feelings for each other.  6. Maleny Rowan x Klaus Mikaelson - Eternal Love - Two characters maintain a romantic relationship over the course of eternity. 7. Belén Palayta x Barry Allen - Partners in Fighting Crime -  Two characters who are each other's companions in whatever they seek to do, whether good or bad.  8. Montserrat Novak x Rafael Barba - Sunny and grumpy - Two people with opposite personalities meet, one a positive and upbeat person and the other a grumpy and pessimistic person, and learn to love each other 9. Seren Soul x Steve Rogers - Destined to be Together - Two characters who despite their individual (sometimes mutual) struggles always find themselves gravitating towards each other in the end. 10. Chloe Winters x Bucky Barnes - Impossible Love -  Two characters who love each other romantically, but they cannot be together because of their external circumstances.

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#ovc2023 #ocfairygodmother #marvelocsdaily #arrowverseocs #ochub #criminal minds #doctor who #svu #mcu #marvel #dctv #dc #the originals #tvd #the flash #oc: aitana serrano #oc: emilia hartley #oc: Minerva Souza #oc: Renata Cartwright #oc: citlalli del rio #oc: Maleny Rowan #oc: Belén Palayta #oc: Belen Palayta #oc: Montserrat Novak #oc: Seren Soul #oc: Chloe Winters #saiilorstars

[wheresunandseameet]

Current F/O and counting:

All with multiple relationship types (romantic, platonic, Familial, or family roles) are likely with multiple alternate universes.

Comics:

Jaime Reyes aka the third blue beetle - romantic (primarily his comic runs (the first three if I remember right), young justice verse, and the couple of movies starting with TT vs JL). primarily talked about here

Khaji Da aka Scarab (DC) - platonic/Qppr

Bart Allen (DC, primarily YJ) - Platonic

Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men/marvel) - Familial, Adoptive Father

Bruce Banner (Marvel) - Familial, father

Hulk - platonic

Steve Rogers - romantic

Thor - romantic

Matthew 'Matt' Murdock aka daredevil - romantic

Gamzee Makara (homestuck) - romantic (pale)

Sollux captor - romantic (flushed)

Mituna captor - platonic

Wayward Vagabond - platonic

Dave Strider - platonic

John Egbert - platonic

Anime:

Hibari Kyoya (Khr) - romantic (possibly/probably as poly)

Yamamoto Takeshi (Khr) - romantic (possibly/probably as poly)

Fon - Platonic

I-Pin - Platonic

Kakashi Hatake - romantic, both poly and solo

Shisui Uchiha (Naruto) - romantic, both poly and solo

Tobirama Senju - romantic, both poly and solo

Izuna Uchiha - romantic, both poly and solo

Naruto Uzumaki - Familial, nephew/ adoptive son/fraternal twin brother

Kushina Uzumaki - Familial, Sister/Mother

Minato Namikaze - Familial, Brother in law/Dad

Hinata Hyuuga - platonic/romantic

Hunk Garrett (voltron) - Romantic

Soul Eater Evans - romantic

Senri Shiki (vampire knight) - Romantic/Platonic

Rima Toya - Romantic/Platonic

Zero Kiryu - Platonic

Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) - Familial, Twin brother

Karin Kurosaki (bleach) - Familial, Younger sister

Yuzu Kurosaki (bleach) - Familial, Younger sister

Yasutora Sado aka Chad (bleach) - romantic

Toushiro Hitsugaya (bleach) - Romantic and Professional as Taichou of the 10th Division.

Kaien Shiba (bleach) - familial, cousin (known in one au)

Rangiku Matsumoto (bleach) - Platonic and Professional as Fukutaichou of the 10th Division.

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic (MHA) Familial, Father/Twin Brother

Eri (MHA) - Familial/Platonic, my child/niece

Himiko Toga - platonic

Ochako Uraraka - Romantic/Platonic

Izuku Midoriya - Romantic/Platonic

Tenya Iida - Romantic/Platonic

Tsuyu Asui - Romantic/Platonic

Shouto Todoroki - Romantic/Platonic

Denki Kaminari - Romantic/Platonic

Eijirou Kirishima - Romantic/Platonic

Fumikage Tokoyami - Romantic/Platonic

Dark Shadow - Platonic

Hitoshi Shinsou - romantic/Platonic/Familial, adoptive brother

Tamaki Amajiki - romantic

Mirio Togata - platonic/romantic

Nejire Hado - platonic/romantic

Taishiro Toyomitsu aka Fat Gum - Romantic/Platonic

Tensei Iida - Platonic/Familial

Shota Aizawa aka Eraserhead - Platonic/Familial

Nemuri Kayama aka Midnight - Platonic/Familial

Oboro Shirakumo (past) - Platonic/Familial

Dolcetto (fma) - romantic

Greed - Familial/Platonic, Boss, found family

Martel - Familial/Platonic, found family

Roa - Familial/Platonic, found family

Bido - Familial/Platonic, found family

Ulchi - Familial/Platonic, found family

Roy Mustang - Familial, brother

Book/TV shows/movies/movies based on books:

Fili (The Hobbit movies) - Romantic

Gimli Gloinul (Lotr movies) - Familial, cousin

Samwise Gamgee - romantic

Tauriel - platonic

Kili - Familial/Platonic, brother-in-law

Gloin - Familial, uncle

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - Romantic

Penelope Garcia - Familial, cousin

Derek Morgan- platonic

Rafael Barba (Law and Order SVU) - Romantic

Wen Qing (The Untamed) - romantic

Wen Ning - Familial/Platonic

Jiang Cheng - romantic

Jiang Yanli - Familial/Platonic

Wei Wuxian - Familial/Platonic

Jin Ling - Familial

Ye Zhao (Oh My General) - Romantic

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones/GoT) - Romantic

Elia Martell - Romantic/Platonic

Aegon Targaryen - Familial

Rhaenys Targaryen - Familial

Ellaria Sand - Romantic

Tyrion Lannister - Romantic/Platonic

Lysa Arryn - Familial, Sister/Aunt/Mother

Robin Arryn - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew

Jon Arryn - Familial, Uncle/Father/Brother-in-law

Catelyn Stark - Familial, Sister/Mother/Aunt

Eddard 'Ned' Stark - Familial, Father/Uncle/Brother-in-law

Robb Stark - Romantic/Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew

Jon Snow - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew

Sansa Stark - Familial, Twin Sister/Cousin/Niece

Arya Stark - Familial, Sister/Cousin/Niece

Brandon 'Bran' Stark - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew

Rickon Stark - Familial, Brother/Cousin/Nephew

Edmund Pevensie (chronicles of Narnia) - Romantic

Tadashi Hamada - romantic

Hiro Hamada - platonic

Baymax - platonic

Perseus "Percy" Jackson - Familial, half brother/cousin

Poseidon (percy jackson) - Familial, father/uncle

William Andrew Solace aka Will (percy jackson) - Familial, Half brother/cousin

Apollo (percy jackson) - Familial, Father/uncle

Luke Castellan - romantic

Alexander Lightwood (shadowhunters + books) - platonic

Isabelle Lightwood - platonic

Max Lightwood - platonic

Simon Lewis - Platonic

Clary Fray/Fairchild - Familial, Adoptive sister

Luke Garroway aka Lucian Graymark - Familial, Uncle/Father figure

Magnus Bane - platonic

William Herondale - romantic

Tessa Gray - romantic

James "Jem" Carstairs - romantic

Bolin (legend of Korra) - platonic/romantic

Bonnie Bennett (the vampire diaries) - Platonic

Caroline Forbes - platonic/Familial

Rebekah Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial/Romantic

Kol Mikaelson -Platonic/Familial/Romantic

Niklaus Mikaelson -Platonic/Familial

Elijah Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial

Finn Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial

Freya Mikaelson - Platonic/Familial

Hope Mikaelson - Familial

Hayley Marshall-Kenner - Platonic/Familial

Davina Claire - Platonic/Familial/Romantic

Marcel Gerard - Platonic/Familial/Romantic

Rosalie Hale (Twilight) - Platonic/Romantic/Familial

Emmett Cullen - Platonic/Romantic/Familial

Jasper Hale Whitlock - Platonic/Romantic/Familial

Embry Call - Platonic/Romantic

Leah Clearwater - Platonic/Romantic

Paul Lahote - Platonic/Romantic

Harry Potter - Familial, nephew/ adoptive son/fraternal twin brother

Lily Potter nee Evans - Familial, Sister/Mother

James Potter - Familial, Brother in law/Dad

Neville Longbottom (HP) - Platonic

Cedric Diggory (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Theodore Nott (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

William "Bill" Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Charles "Charlie" Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Percy Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Fred Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

George Weasley (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Luna Lovegood (HP) - Familial/Platonic

Susan Bones (HP) - Platonic

Blaise Zabini (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Daphne Greengrass (HP) - Platonic

Tracy Davis (HP) - Platonic

Padma Patil (HP) - Platonic

Parvati Patil (HP) - Platonic

Penelope Clearwater (HP) - Platonic

Nymphadora Tonks (HP) - Platonic

Remus Lupin (HP) - Platonic/Familial

Sirius Black (HP) - Platonic/Familial

Regulus Black (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Fleur Delcour (HP) - Romantic/Platonic

Games:

Asra Alnazar - romantic

Portia Devorak - romantic

Wyll Ravengard (bg3) - romantic

Jenevelle Hallowleaf aka Shadowheart (bg3) - romantic

Karlach Cliffgate (bg3) - romantic

Thancred Waters (FF14) - romantic

Ascilia aka Minfilia Warde - Platonic

Owyne - romantic/Platonic

Ryne Waters - Platonic/Familial

Alisaie Leveilleur (FF14) - Romantic

Alphinaud Leveilleur (FF14) - Platonic/Familial, Brother-in-law

Regis Lucis Caelum (FF15) - Familial, father

Noctis Lucis Caelum - Familial, half brother

Sylva Via Fleuret - Familial, aunt

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret - Familial, Cousin

Ravus Nox Fleuret - Familial, Cousin

Tredd Furia - Familial, Adoptive cousin/brother figure

Luche Lazarus - platonic

Axis Arra - platonic

Sonitus Bellum - platonic

Nyx Ulric - romantic

Libertus Ostium - platonic

Crowe Altius - platonic/romantic

Pelna Khara - platonic/romantic

Gladiolus 'Gladio' Amicitia - platonic

Ignis Scientia - platonic

Prompto Argentum - platonic

Link (loz) - romantic

Zelda - Familial, half Sister

Riju - Familial, distant relative

Sidon - romantic

Mipha - romantic

Gorou (Genshin Impact) - platonic/Romantic

Itto Arataki - platonic/romantic

Childe aka Tartaglia - Familial, half brother

Nilou - platonic

Kaedehara Kazuha - platonic/romantic

Kamisato Ayaka - platonic

Kamisato Ayato - platonic

Sans (undertale) - Romantic/Platonic/Familial, brother figure

Papyrus - platonic/Familial, Brother figure

Asriel Dreemurr - platonic/romantic

Napstablook - Familial/Platonic, Brother figure

Rosalina (Mario) - Familial, mother figure

Bowser - romantic

King Boo - romantic

Sun (fnaf) - romantic

Moon - romantic

Mei-Ling Zhou (overwatch) - Romantic

Snowball - platonic

Brigitte Lindholm - Romantic

Genji Shimada - Platonic/Romantic

GLaDOS - platonic

Brewster (animal crossing) - Familial

Celeste - Romantic

Blathers - Platonic

Tom Nook - platonic

Timothy 'Timmy' Nook - Familial, nephew

Thomas 'Tommy' Nook - Familial, nephew

Redd - Platonic

Duolingo - Platonic

Fanfics (likely i haven't had the chance to read the source material but the fics are good):

Bharin Kalzik (TBDH) - Familial, father figure

Patrick Kalzik - Familial, father figure

Surajini Kalzik - Familial, mother figure

Quinten Auwren Kalzik - Romantic

Dyshoka Kalzik - Familial, sister figure

Ithycar Deveraine - Familial

Bahn Deveraine - Familial

Aracle Insen Deveraine - Familial

Greta Deveraine - Familial

Ilsa Gorgens Deveraine - Familial, mother figure

Ariki Deveraine - Romantic

#Circles upon Circles #F/O Masterlist

[prentiss-theorem]

requests are: closed

before requesting a fic please read my rules!

things i will NOT write:

non-con, pretty self explanatory

underage characters in romantic or sexual situations, I am an adult and this is a 18+ blog, I will block any people requesting this as well as any minors that attempt to follow me, as it makes me extremely uncomfortable.

m!reader, nothing against it, but writing it myself makes me uncomfortable.

smut, pls don’t come for me. right now i don’t feel comfortable writing smut and prefer to just focus on fluff and angst. might change in the future but no promises.

characters I write for:

criminal minds

• Emily Prentiss

• Elle Greenaway

• Tara Lewis

• Alex Blake

abbott elementary

• Melissa Schemmenti

• Chessy

law & order svu

• Olivia Benson

• Alex Cabot

• Rita Calhoun

• Casey Novak

• Rafael Barba

[justfandomwritings]

Fanfiction Recommendations Masterlist

Fandoms I-Z

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba/OC

The Wrong Room: complete; Rated M; Rafael Barba is on vacation with some old friends

Mi Vida: in progress, explicit, Rafael Barba finds love in a rather unexpected place with a rather unexpected person

Recovery: complete; Rated M; Hattie goes from councelor to victim and Barba is there to help her find herself again.

The Other Half of my Soul: Rated E; Barba and his girlfriend have a lot of work to put in

Little Women

Laurie/Amy

my lord, my lady: Rated E; complete; Laurie has an affinity for the title, but only when Amy uses it.

Mrs. Laurence: Rated E; complete; Laurie and Amy get married in a cute little ceremony.

Lost in Translation: Rated E; complete; Amy maaaay have overreacted a bit.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/OC

If I Could Bring You Back Home: complete; oneshot; Rated M; she’s moved on from Bucky, but it hasn’t gone well.

Friends to Lovers to Complete and Utter Idiots: complete; Rated M; the title sort of explains it all, they’re friends; then they’re lovers; then they’re idiots.

Now We’re Even: complete; oneshot; Rated M; Bucky runs into the next to last person he expected to see in this bar, but it works out for the best.

Haven: complete; Rated M; a nameless man shows up on Iris’s doorstep holding out her ad.

These Ties That Bind: complete; Rated G; soulmates were long gone by the time she get her mark

Loki/OC

Music Maker: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a girl held captive on Asgard finds a kindred spirit in Loki (The best Marvel oneshot I’ve ever read)

After the Fall: complete; Rated M; After he falls in Thor, Loki runs to the only person he wants to see in his time of need. Has a worthy, well written, incomplete sequel; spin off; and one shot

Peter Parker/OC

Goddamn It Peter: in progress; Rated E; Reader gets accepted to their dream college and finds out Peter Parker is her roommate.

Catch and Release: in progress; Rated T; After Spider-Man No Way Home, Peter isn’t sure he’ll ever find his MJ

It All Leads to You: in progress; Rated M; you save a cat, and Peter saves you.

Me Before You

Will/Lou

This Time Around: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a fix-it fanfiction of everything wrong with that romance

MurderBot Diaries

A.R.T./OC

Squish: complete; Rated E; Murderbot accidentally binds to a CSU's handler. It doesn't want to be a pet bot's handler.

Once Upon A Time

Peter Pan/OC

Say You’ll Remember: complete; rated T; Kidnapped with Henry and taken to Neverland, she’s found by an old flame

No One Escapes: complete; rated T; she owes Rumple a debt, a debt she plans to repay by finding Baelfire, which she does… sort of.

Felix/OC

Innocence: complete; Rated T; Doomed to be wanted by every man she’s ever met, she escapes to Neverland.

Pirate of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow/OC

A Pirate’s Life For Me: in progress; Rated T; Elizabeth’s twin sister may look like her, but they are very different people. Except for their fascination with the sea.

Pride and Prejudice

Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet

Passion at Pemberly: in progress, explicit, post-book/movie scenes from the marriage of Darcy and Elizabeth.

Curiosity: complete, explicit, Elizabeth stumbles upon Darcy in a compromising position.

A Little More Time At Pemberly: complete; Rated E; What if Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had a little more time together at Pemberley before news of Lydia’s elopement reached them?

Primeval

Becker/Jess

Just Pretend: complete; Rated T; Becker asks for Jess’s help dealing with his family, and it slowly descends into romantic comedy gold.

A Future Move: complete; one shot; Rated K; an anomaly opens in the ARC and shows the team a glimpse of their future.

Blast From the Past: complete; one shot; Rated T; Becker stumbles upon a familiar 10 year old in need of his help

Concussion: complete; Rated M; Becker has to stay awake, and Jess says some rather suggestive things to keep him up.

Distractions: complete; Rated T; Jess ends up in the line of fire, and Becker has to confront his feelings.

Into the Woods: complete; one shot; Rated T; Jess goes with the team on a mission, and Becker isn’t happy about it.

Control: complete; Rated M; Becker needs Jess, not that he can ask for her to help him with this of all things.

Head of Security Saving the Field Coordinator: complete; Rated T; Becker wants to get drunk, but this jerk in the bar won’t leave a girl alone

Queen’s Gambit

Benny Watts/OC

Meet You There: in progress; rated T; she travels to chess tournaments to support her cousin even though she knows nothing about it, till she finds someone to explain it.

Sherlock

Mycroft/OC

International Relations: complete; Rated M; Mycroft runs into a woman in a bar, and she is definitely not a goldfish.

Mycroft’s Woman: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Mycroft has met his match

His Match: complete; Rated T; Mycroft finds himself kidnapped with a beautiful, intelligent woman

Stargate

John /Jennifer

Fancy Alien Elevators Can Be Dangerous: complete; Rated M; John and Jennifer get caught in a fancy alien elevator.

John/ OC

One Night: complete; Rated M; A one night vacation from work on Atlantis turns into more

Ronon/Jennifer

The Storm: complete; oneshot; Rated K; A rescue mission turns complicated when the storm strikes early

Ronon/OC

To Run or To Hide: complete; Rated M; Ronon’s been on the run for a while when he meets a woman with a lot in common with him.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington/OC

Lawful Good: complete; Not Rated; Dustin’s sister Lottie gets roped into his and his friends problems in Stranger Things Season 2 and meets Steve along the way.

I Want You To Show Me: complete; oneshot; Rated E; Steve finds the reader in her personal spot after the Snow Ball

Terra Nova

Maddy/Reynolds

The Reality of Denial: complete; Rated T; Reynolds is in denial

Snapshots of Mark and Maddy: complete; Rated T; a series of oneshots from Mark and Maddy’s marriage in Terra Nova

Missed Conversations and Love Declarations: complete; oneshot; Rated K; after he’s wounded, Maddy waits for Mark to wake up at his bedside.

Top Gun Maverick

Hangman/OC

Top Fuck: in progress, Rated E, Some locals near the Hard Deck start a bit of a competition with the unwitting Top Gun pilots.

Twilight

Demetri/OC

Hide and Seek: complete; Rated T; Demetri falls in love with a woman he can’t seem to catch.

Fate’s Decision: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Demetri life changes when he goes back to check on a coven he spared.

Marcus/OC

The Psychic: in progress; Rated M; Aro finally finds his Psychic, but Marcus finds something more.

Jasper/OC

Carpe Diem: In Progress; Rated M but current chapters are only worth of T; Jasper finally finds his real mate in the course of New Moon.

Major Issues: In Progress; not rated; Jasper encounters a girl in the school library. Struggling with his self-control, he manages not to kill her by talking to her and reminding himself to not think of her as prey, but as a person.

Sam/Emily

Always the Quiet Ones: complete; oneshot; Rated M; an alternate universe where Sam and Emily meet under more desirable circumstances

Seth/OC

Imprinting Has Advantages: complete; Rated M; a collection of oneshots of Seth’s life with his mate

Jared/Kim

You Belong to Me: complete; Rated M; Jared’s first day back at school has an unexpected result

Vampire Diaries

Kol/OC

Dream A Little Dream of Me: in progress; Rated M; Elena’s sister finds herself dreaming of a man who she can’t see the face of but who is clearly about to become a very important part of her life.

Tyler/OC

Dances With Wolves: complete; Rated M; in rural Virginia, Tyler runs into a woman in need of his help

Witcher

Jaskier/OC

Soul of a Warrior: complete; Rated M; Nissa is sick of her monotonous life in her small, boring town when a witcher and a bard arrive.

[adarafaelbarba]

Final few hours before I have to send in my final exam ... Send good vibes ... And headcanons my way, please!!!!

Will be reader insert, can do ships if I like what you send 😅

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The ones I currently write for:

Law and Order universe:

Romantically (can ofc also be platonic/familiar): Sonny Carisi, Joe Velasco, Hasim Khaldun, Rafael Barba, Mike Duarte, Kat Tamin, Grace Muncy, Rita Calhoun, Jet Slootmaekers, Bobby Reyes, Ayanna Bell, Jamie Whelan, Samantha Maroun, Nolan Price.

Platonically/Familiar: Amanda Rollins, Fin Tutuola, Olivia Benson, Frank Cosgrove, Jack McCoy.

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Narcos:

Horacio Carrillo

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Kingsman Universe:

All character are up for grabs, either platonic/familiar or romantical

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Doctor Who:

9th, 10th and 11th (specify which relations they have)

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Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Everyone in the Avengers

Any character depicted in the movies/shows

Specify the relations when sending stuff

A Discovery of Witches

The de Clermont family and all their allies

Domenico Michele

Sean

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One Chicagoverse:

Currently only the first season for Chicago Med.

Anyone from Chicago PD and Fire.

Specify the relations when sending stuff

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Bones:

Anyone is up for grabs

Specify the relations when sending stuff

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If there's any question please don't hesitate to shoot me a message ❤️

#karen speaks #send me stuff please #law and order svu #law and order organized crime #law and order #kingsman #a discovery of witches #adow #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #bones show #doctor who

[novemberhush]

for the writer goals ask: 🛳🦖🍄

Hey, thanks for your ask!😘

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

I’d quite like to write something for the Max/Oskar ship from Vienna Blood. I have an idea for an outsider POV fic that I might try to do something with.

🦖 Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you'd like to return to?

I’d really like to finish a WIP I have for Barisi (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi from Law and Order: SVU) that is so close to being done.

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

The Vienna Blood fandom, as mentioned above, and possibly something for the Chenford (Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen from The Rookie) fandom.

Thanks again for your ask.❤️