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Looks and Wine

Okay guys here is chapter six! This one focus' more on Viper's relationship with Liv and Amanda, only a little interaction between Viper and Rafael.

Also, not sure if I mentioned this previously but I don't plan on adhering to the timeline of the show overly much. There will be some cannon events but they will happen slightly differently, particularly in terms of timeline.

Warnings: None, that I can think of.

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You looked up at the sound of Rafael’s voice and grinned when he caught your eye. He smiled back before focusing back on Olivia, though you thought his eyes drifted over to you every now and then. Liv was giving an update regarding the current case and the need for a warrant for a possible suspects financials. In the several days since the two of you had been to the prison another victim had turned up, only this time there was a hit on his DNA, which allowed the team to trace his movements and finally get some answers. The latest victim had been a proud bisexual man who had last used his credit card at one of the gay bars in the city. Security footage showed him walking out, with his arm around another man, thankfully the suspect had used a credit card to pay for the last round of drinks.

“I honestly didn’t believe you when you said you and Rafael had sorted your shit out,” Amanda’s voice startled you, forcing you to realise that you hadn’t looked away from said man since he walked in. “But looks like there could be some different tension?”

“Shut it you,” you blushed. “There certainly won’t be. I was merely thinking and happened to be looking in that general area.”

“Uh-huh, a sloppy excuse if I ever heard one,” Finn joined in on the teasing. “Gonna make Nick jealous.”

“What?” you looked at Finn confused. “Why would Nick be jealous?”

“I think you me and Liv need to have some drinks tonight,” Amanda answered patting you on the shoulder before walking away leaving you even more confused.

“Finn,”

“Come on Viper, you aren’t blind, you’ve seen how Nick has been with you lately,” Finn pointed out.

“I mean yeah, but he’s kinda like that with most people, he is a caring person,” you countered. “You said he hovered a little with Liv after, you know.”

“He did but the looks-”

“What looks?” You asked, waving your hands.

Finn was about to answer when Liv and Rafael walked over. Liv stopped at Finn’s desk but Rafael continued to yours and perched on the edge swiping some of the chocolate covered almonds you had in a container. You rolled your eyes at his thieving and flicked his thigh. As this was happening Nick walked into the room, pausing at seeing Rafael on your desk grinning smugly down at you while you looked up at him, the softest look of annoyance on your face he had ever seen. He felt a sharp stab in his chest, as he took in the situation, hands clenching.

“Hey,” Amanda nudged him, trying to force him to look away. “Nick, Liv and I talked to you about this. Rein it in. You know Viper doesn’t like being coddled or handled with kiddie gloves and they won’t stop being annoyed with you until you start to listen.”

“I know, I do,” Nick nodded.

“And you also can’t glare at Barba just because the two get along now,” Amanda grinned. Nick hung his head at her teasing, rolling his eyes the hard look leaving them when he looked back over and saw you looking at him. He smiled softly at you, chuckling a little as you raised an eyebrow looking between him and Amanda before smiling back.

“Oh Liv, apparently Amanda wants us to have drinks tonight,” you interrupted her and Finn’s conversation.

“Oh?” Liv asked. “Why?”

“Um…not sure,” your eyes shifted to Rafael before quickly looking back at her.

“Oh don’t be so coy Viper,” Finn grinned. “I think Amanda want’s to explain some looks-”

“I will stab you,” Viper growled interrupting Finn, pointing a finger at him and glaring.

“Detective,” Rafael’s voice was mock scolding. “That is a crime.”

“Justifiable,” you countered eyes going back to him, that same cheeky grin from the other day on your face.

“Hm, I could argue it,” Rafael nodded. “Carry on.” He snagged some more almonds before standing up. “I’ll get you those warrants.” As he walked away Liv looked between the two of you, saw Nick and Amanda on the other side of the room near the coffee, looked back at Finn and then finally rested her eyes on you.

“Oh, I see. You, me and Amanda are definitely doing drinks,” she laughed walking into Cragen’s office to give him an update. Leaving you to groan and drop your head onto your desk.

“I hate all of you.”

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“Oi Counsellor, got us those warrants yet?” You asked strolling into his office without a knock on the door.

“No, please just walk right on in Detective,” Rafael said without looking up, his voice dry as he waved his hand dismissively.

“Door was open,” you shrugged. Nick trailed in behind you.

“I see manners are still something you lack,” Rafael sighed finally looking up and glaring at you. “Open doors are not an open invitation.”

“Calm down Barba,” Nick muttered. Rafael shifted his gaze to Nick, the playfulness of the glare leaving slightly as he noticed Nick was not joining in with the teasing.

“We’re teasing Nick,” you nudged him rolling your eyes at his seriousness. “Relax it’s all in good fun now.”

Nick looked at you jaw clenching before he sighed nodding and accepting it for now. He truly did want to get things back to how they were between the two of you, before that night you got slightly drunk and cried on his shoulder. He thought the two of you had shared a moment and over breakfast the following morning he felt a connection even some tension, and he had wanted to try and build off of that but maybe he had over stepped too much with you. He had just been concerned, he had never seen you so vulnerable and it made his protectiveness flare, all he had wanted to do was look after you and make it better. He honestly should have known better after Maria. He knew he needed to take a few steps back, and wait for you to come to him if you needed anything.

“And those warrants are right there,” Rafael pointed to a folder sitting on the left side of the desk. “You have access to the financials of one Andrew Moore. I also have a warrant waiting to be signed for DNA and all electronic devices once you can put him in the same vicinity as any other victim.”

“Very efficient Mr Barba,” you said picking up the folder and checking over the warrant before looking back up at him. “We’ll definitely be back, maybe even with a profile.” You winked at him when he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Of course you will be,” he muttered watching as you walked out of his office with Nick trailing behind. He stopped for a minute waiting to ensure you had left before turned back to Rafael. “Something else detective?”

“You changed your tune with Viper fairly quickly,” Nick said his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“And that is a problem is it?” Rafael asked his defences up. “I was under the impression that everyone wanted the two of us to start getting along.”

“No, it’s no problem,” Nick shrugged. “Just curious, the two of you are getting along quite well. Let’s hope it continues.”

“Detective, I do not see how any of this has to do with you,” Rafael said with a hard edge to his voice. “And I suggest you leave it be, it is between Viper and myself.”

“It is my business if you hurt them, again,” Nick argued, he was about to continue when he heard your voice calling out.

“Nick, we need to get going,” you called out coming back into the annex of Rafael’s office smiling at Carmen who was returning to her desk. “We need to get these back, it’ll take a while before all the finances are gathered so we need to get it rolling.”

“Coming Viper,” Nick turned away from Rafael ignoring him completely in favour of returning to your side. Rafael watched as you good naturedly shoved his arm, complaining about keeping you waiting and trying to get out of him what the two of you were discussing your voice echoing down the hallway.

Rafael sighed not liking how he had reacted to Nick’s statements about how quickly he and Viper had turned around your relationship nor did he like or appreciate how Nick had implied that he would hurt Viper. Again. Rafael couldn’t quite put a name to the initial flare of emotion but it had quickly become anger. And that was not something Rafael had expected, Nick and he had bumped heads and disagreed before but never had Rafael felt anger towards the detective. Nor had he ever felt whatever that first emotion was, or the one that followed as he watched Viper and Nick interact. It seemed he and Viper weren’t the only ones to quickly change the tone of their relationship. Last he had heard you and Nick had been at odds, with how overbearing the detective had been recently but it appeared as though that was on the mends, at least on the way to being mended.

“Mr Barba,” Carmen’s voice interrupted his musings. “You’re 3 o’clock is here.”

You opened the door to your apartment with the biggest put on sigh you could manage. Amanda and Olivia stood on the other side bottles of wine and cheese and dips, and grins that told you nothing good would come of this evening.

“No, absolutely not,” you muttered opening the door wider to let them both in. “Leave the goods and get out.”

“Ha ha, you are so amusing,” Amanda rolled her eyes as she took over your kitchen as if it were her own. Grabbing three wine glasses and the cheese board, as Liv started opening the cheeses and dips placing them on the board.

“Catch,” Liv threw the boxes of crackers at you.

You had situated yourself on the couch watching as your two friends invaded your kitchen not bothering to help since they had invited themselves over and you just knew there would be teasing. You caught them easily enough, opening them just as the other two come over and took a seat either side of you. Amanda passed you a glass of wine, placing the bottles on the table, you gulped down one mouthful.

“Alright, what is this about?” you muttered.

“Right to it, don’t want to have some causal conversation first?” Liv asked taking some cheese.

“Would rather not drag this out,” you sighed.

“You are no fun Viper,” Amanda said flicking your shoulder. “This is about you, Nick and Rafael.”

“And I have no idea what you meant by looks,” you pointed out leaning forward to grab some dip on a cracker. Amanda and Liv shared a look over you head before you sat back. “So please, inform me.”

“Let’s start with Nick,” Amanda said. “What happened that night we all went drinking? Things have been off between you and Nick since then.”

“I may have broken down a little,” you admitted sipping your wine. “I maybe felt a little something when he comforted me but I didn’t know what to do with that and I had never felt it before and I was drunk and then he stayed the night, nothing happened, he slept on the couch and made me breakfast in the morning.”

“That’s sweet,” Liv said.

“Yeah, I thought so as well, and I guess whatever that spark was before it came back and I really didn’t know how to handle it but I thought it might go away, I mean I didn’t think I was leading Nick on,” you continued. “I mean, I really hope I didn’t-”

“You didn’t, the way you acted with Nick didn’t change,” Amanda said through some cheese and crackers. “I mean you did start acting cold towards him.”

“Yeah, because the dude just took the shining knight thing to serious,” you groused. “I mean, look I really appreciate knowing that he, and all you care, and want to make sure I was okay but sometimes he is a bit much. Like, because I had a breakdown I suddenly can’t do my job or – or I don’t know.”

“We can all agree that Nick is intense, especially when he cares about someone,” Liv agreed. “Hopefully, he takes the steps back he said he would.”

“Wait, you talked to him about his?” you asked glancing from Liv to Amanda. “Both of you?”

“Maybe, we both noticed and you and Rafael were still at odds and we knew that having more tension in the team wouldn’t be good,” Liv said. “We also knew that you don’t like being crowded. You come to us for help when you need it. And I think Nick needed reminding of that fact.”

“He definitely needed reminding,” Amanda scoffed. “And he seems to be trying.”

“I hate this,” you whine. “And he does, well, he did. Until we went to Rafael’s office, we bantered and Nick seemed agitated about it. And he stayed back for a minute or two to talk with Rafael. He wouldn’t tell me about what.”

“Hm, yes, Rafael,” Liv grinned. “That is something else.”

“What? We dealt with our shit,” you said leaning forward to refill your wine, offering the same to the other two before swiping up a few more crackers and pieces of cheese.

“Hm, yes, seems like you two are now getting along very well,” Amanda giggled, sipping more wine.

“How did you two work things out?” Liv asked curious. “I know it happened when the two of you went to the prison.”

“I had another panic attack,” you started. “He helped me through it and I don’t know even before that it seemed to be better, he bought us lunch that we could eat on the way it was…I talked about my time undercover and he, he didn’t look at me differently.”

“Why would he?” Amanda asked confused.

“There are things that only Liv knows, Amanda,” you said softly. “About the things I did. Well, Liv and my psych and now I guess Rafael.”

“It’s okay Viper,” Amanda squeezed your arm. “If you ever want someone else. Well, I am here.”

“Thanks, Manda,” you leaned against her briefly before sitting straight.

“Anything else happen on that trip?” Liv pressed.

“Well, I mean we interviewed Cooper, I reacted as one might expect when we left and he comforted me again,” you smiled softly eyes going soft as you remembered the warmth of his hand on your arm. “And he reassured me that how I felt was normal and didn’t change who I was as a person. We then…well, we bantered a little and it just seemed to click.”

“And you felt something else?” Amanda teased. “Maybe a spark?”

“Why would you think that?!” you questioned, voice going up a little in pitch as you felt a flutter inside.

“Because of the looks,” Amanda was almost exasperated in her answer. “Just today you could barely keep your eyes off of him. And the way you looked at him, well, I have never seen you look at anyone like that.”

“I don’t look at him in any way,” you protested.

“Viper, you protest too much I think,” Liv laughed. “And you do by the way. On top of that I have never seen you argue with someone the way you did with Rafael. It was very sparky.”

“Sparky?” you asked. “I don’t think I have ever heard you use that word before.”

“But it is accurate,” Amanda agreed. “The minute you two met there was a spark. And sometimes when people don’t want to acknowledge certain things they can react in the opposite way. There was a spark of attraction so when you ignored it, it came out as frustration instead.”

You bit your lip staring into the wine in your glass as you took in what Amanda and Liv were telling you. You knew there was a spark, a feeling that came up every time you saw Rafael, every time you argued with him and now every time you were in the same room as him. Amanda was right, you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. And Liv was right you were protesting too much. But you just couldn’t and didn’t want to deal with it, you and Rafael had only just gotten to a friendly stage and to even think of anything beyond that was, just not something you could think of.

“Say, you two are right,” you started. “Say I did feel a spark with Rafael, then what about the spark I felt with Nick, I mean I was drunk and I don’t think I have felt anything since the morning after.”

“There is a chance it was just an effect of the alcohol, your argument with Rafael and the fact that Nick was there when you were vulnerable,” Liv explains, refilling everyone’s wine glasses again, it was definitely that kind of night. “Are you sure you haven’t felt anything?”

“Yes, I definitely haven’t felt anything for Nick. Even before he became overbearing, I mean before that night I didn’t feel any spark,” you shrugged, “He is attractive no doubt about that but there isn’t anything.”

“Then there is nothing to worry about,” Amanda answered. “Nick is a big boy he can handle it.”

“You mean you’ll help?” you teased.

“No, little bit like you in that regard,” Amanda laughed. “Attractive but I don’t think I could do the knight in shining amor thing either.”

“Hm, poor Nick,” you cooed. “The man just needs someone who wants a shining knight and protective man. Now enough about me.”

“No!” Amanda complained. “We need to talk more about you and Rafael. You deserve a bit of happiness, Viper and honestly so does Rafael.”

“And Rafi needs someone like you,” Liv added. “Someone who keeps him on his toes and can banter with him.”

“Ugh!” you threw back the rest of your wine and pouted, cheeks completely puffed out and your arms crossed. Liv laughed as she took your glass and refilled it again. You all had tomorrow off baring an emergency in the case as the suspects financials were still being dug out for Amanda to go through.

“Alright fine,” Amanda agreed. “I have nothing new in my life.”

“I think Cassidy and I are going to break up,” Liv stated causing you and Amanda to turn your heads to her in such a speed she almost worried your necks would snap.

“What? Why?” Amanda asked.

“Did he do something? I swear they won’t find a body,” you promised.

“Viper! Jesus, death and violence should not be your first response,” Liv laughed, you rolled your eyes knowing she secretly loved that you reacted like that.

“I don’t know, some instances it’s right,” Amanda argued. “But back to the point.”

“We don’t seem to be in sync anymore and I don’t think he thinks about the future with me,” she said, her voice was sad. “I want to think about kids but he, I don’t think he does and I don’t know if I should bring it up or how I would.”

“Liv, I’m sorry,” Amanda moved to sit on the arm of the couch wrapping her arm around Liv’s shoulder. You squeezed her arm, even though you didn’t like Cassidy you knew that Liv loved him that he had been there for her during the aftermath of Lewis. You could see Liv finally letting her walls down as she stopped pretending.

“After Lewis I think, I think it was then that things started to slowly change,” Liv continued. “But since I become a Sargeant we’ve been missing each other even more. It’s been difficult.”

“Oh Liv, I’m sure it isn’t anything either of you have done,” you said. “But you should talk to him.”

“I know, we’re planning on meeting up tomorrow for dinner,” she sighed. “I think he wants to have a talk as well. I think IAB isn’t agreeing with him either, I hope he finds what he is looking for. I truly do.”

“Of course, that’s the kind of person you are Liv,” Amanda said lightly kissing her on the cheek. You had all shuffled along on the couch, with Liv now in the middle and allowing Amanda to have a seat properly. “Kind, caring and always wants the best for the people you care about.”

“Hm, too true!” you cheered holding your glass out, a cheeky giggle leaving you. “Especially, when you get to tease those people while setting them straight!”

“I don’t tease all of them,” Liv argued.

“Oh, well, just me then? How lovely,” you teased, poking your tongue out when Liv huffed in false annoyance.

“She teases Rafael as well,” Amanda grinned leaning around Liv, her arm still around her shoulder. “See, the two of have even more in common.”

“Oh god I thought we had left that entire…thing behind!” you whined.

“Not a chance Viper,” Liv tacked on. “It’s rare for us to have something to constantly tease you over.”

“Yes, and you can’t deny that you like him!” Amanda sang. “When you first saw him, before he pissed you off, you paused and your eyes roved up and down his body.”

“That did not happen,” you pointed your finger at her.

“I was there Viper, you can’t lie to me,” Amanda said turning to Liv. “Seriously, you should have see it, our Viper almost swooned. They took a moment to say anything after I first introduced them. Never seen them like that before nor how they reacted to Rafael refuting their profile.”

“You should have recorded that!” Liv laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that before. Viper, that is adorable.”

“You know, I meant it as a joke earlier when I said I hate you all,” Viper muttered. “But now I mean it. You had better not mention any of this to Finn, he will never leave it alone and the two of you are enough. And don’t you dare ask Rafael about it!”

“Oh I so am,” Liv promised.

“Won’t tell Finn…but come on Viper, the guy is a shark with stuff like this he will sniff it out and then never leave you alone anyway,” Amanda pointed out grabbing some more cheese.

“Stupid detective being too good,” you said. “You guys want food food?”

The other two nodded and you decided on ordering pizza, the perfect food for drinking. These were the nights you missed the most when you had been undercover, drinking and just talking with your team. Sometimes it would be like tonight where it is only you three, sometimes all of you or any other mix of the team. The three of you continued drinking, eating and chatting until midnight and even a little after. Of course they continued to tease you about Rafael and you took it good naturedly, finding that it helped a little with the feelings that…appeared when you were near Rafael or even when you thought of him. But still, that wasn’t something you wanted to think too much on or deal with at that moment wanting to work on your friendship with the man. You thought that it would be a very good friendship.

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fatecantstopme · 7 months

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Better Together

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...

Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

qué: what

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"

You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."

"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.

"Four hours."

"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"

You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."

"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."

"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."

"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."

Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"

"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."

Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"

Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"

She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."

You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.

"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.

"I hate you."

She laughed. "No you don't."

"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."

"Does he?"

"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.

"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.

Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."

"See?!" you said smugly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."

"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.

"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."

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Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.

Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.

You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."

"Why?" Fin asked.

As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.

"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."

You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."

"Are you a forensic psychologist?"

"Again, no."

"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"

"No..."

"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.

You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.

You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.

Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.

"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."

"Likely both."

"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."

You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."

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Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.

After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."

"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."

"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.

Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.

You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...

You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.

When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.

You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.

Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"

"I don't have a problem with psychologists."

"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."

"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"

"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.

"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.

He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."

It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.

"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."

"Why, then?" you asked softly.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."

"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."

His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.

"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."

"Safer?"

He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."

His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"

He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."

"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"

"Exactly."

"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"

He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."

You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.

"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."

You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."

If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."

"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."

He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."

His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.

Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...

You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.

"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."

He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.

"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.

He looked back up at you in surprise.

"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."

"What makes you think that?"

"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."

"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."

"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."

He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.

"May I be honest with you?" he asked.

"I want nothing less."

"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."

Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.

"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."

You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.

"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.

He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."

"What are you so afraid of?"

He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."

For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.

After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"

"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."

Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.

With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."

He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.

Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.

You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."

"Mhmm," you hummed in response.

"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."

"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.

He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."

You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."

"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."

You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.

He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.

He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.

As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.

When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."

You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.

Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.

You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.

His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.

As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.

He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.

“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.

You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.

Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.

Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.

“You are perfect, hermosa.”

You blushed. “Rafa…”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”

Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…

He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.

Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”

His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.

He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.

You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”

He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”

You blushed and shook your head.

His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”

He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.

You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.

You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.

You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.

In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.

"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.

He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.

Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.

"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.

He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"

"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.

He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.

He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.

Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.

You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.

"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.

"You don't have to..." he said softly.

There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.

"But I want to," you reassured him.

"You do?"

You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."

His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.

You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."

"Qué?" he asked in confusion.

You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."

He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.

You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.

You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.

As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.

You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.

"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."

He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.

You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."

The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.

Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.

When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.

You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.

You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.

You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.

His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.

You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.

His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"

"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."

He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.

Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.

There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.

Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.

"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]

"Yes!" you gasped.

"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]

"Rafa, please--I'm so close."

He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.

You nodded your head rapidly.

"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]

You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.

"Don't--stop!"

He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.

You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.

"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.

He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.

You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."

"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."

"Who says we have to?"

"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."

Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."

You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."

He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.

"I was kidding, Rafa!"

He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."

You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.

"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."

Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.

"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.

Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]

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She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv & Amanda)

Summary— Alex is kidnapped and tortured. That’s pretty much it. It’s a very long and indulgent fic of Alex x Reader.

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Warnings: [MATURE], explicit torture, violence, kidnapping, humiliation, implied torture, angst, anxiety attacks, knife, guns, torture devices, branding, cigarette burns, burning, begging, crying, and so much more mature content, Rita being an aunt and a boss bitch, Liz losing her shit, Munch being munch, Amaro being an asshat, Casey barely keeping it together, read at your own risk!!

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You stepped into the SVU squad room, looking around at the major bustling and chaos of the room. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt anxiously, biting your lips and nails as well. You were frozen. You couldn’t process it all. Your eyes then landed on a person who you knew could help.

Casey.

Casey had been the one to call you. She hadn’t told you much, only that you need to come to svu immediately. You had dropped work for this. Left straightaway. It all made you extremely anxious. Why would they need you…? Unless…

You shook the terrible thoughts coming up out of your mind, instead springing into action. You walked up to Casey in the middle of the chaos.

“Hey Case!” You called to the redhead who was swiftly fluttering through pages.

Casey jumped at her name and her eyes shot up to you. Suddenly her gaze softened and she looked at you with concern.

“Y/N’s here!!” Casey shot across the room, and everyone practically stopped in their tracks and looked at you.

You gulped and looked around anxiously, pulling your bag closer to you defensively.

“Case… what’s going on…?” You stammered.

Casey couldn’t meet your gaze. Olivia suddenly came out of the Captain’s office and walked through the squad room, followed by Cragen peeking out of his office, telling everyone to get back to work. The shuffling and bustling immediately picked back up again. The noise wasn’t helping you one bit.

You suddenly felt a hand on your back shoulder, and you jumped slightly. You turned around, relaxing a bit to see it was only Olivia with a warm and caring smile.

“Y/N, let’s go into Cragen’s office, yeah…?” The brunette gently suggested.

After you slowly nodded with parted lips of confusion, Olivia led you by her hand on your back to the Captain’s office. She opened the door for you and closed it behind the two of you. Both SVU members looked tense and concerned.

“What exactly… is going on…?” You tensed out through partially gritted teeth, frustration now hitting you in waves.

Olivia guided you to sit down with her, before she but her lip and explained,

“Y/N… Alex didn’t show up for court a couple of hours ago… We… don’t know where she is. She’s not answering her phone, we can’t track it, it’s dead.”

Your heart sunk. And there was now a limp in your throat. Your heart only raced faster and you suddenly felt dizzy.

Olivia could tell that this was a lot to take in, so she gently held you on both sides of your arms.

“That’s not all…” Cragen sighed.

You looked up at the Captain with glossy eyes and a trembling lip.

“W-what…?” You stammered, bringing your arms into your chest and holding yourself.

“We think Alex was… taken.” He explained slowly.

“W-why would you think that…??” You exclaimed, the anger in you now swelling.

Cragen and Olive exchanged looks. Cragen nodded and relented into the brunettes insistence.

“Come on, let me show you something.” Olivia softly spoke.

She led you outside to the squad room and the media corner. Next to all the screens there was a board. A board of at least 100 photographs. And they were all of Alex. Alex and all the people she interacted with. You were on there, and so was Olivia, and Casey, and Rita, and Liz, and Amanda, and so on.

The pictures were practically Alex’s entire life since she’d been with you. This was years of photos. Some of them looked like they could have been snapped by a news reporter outside the courts. But others, much more intimate pictures of the two of you, could have only been captured by active camera surveillance.

You gasped, bringing your hand to your mouth, as you let out a choked sob that you couldn’t contain anymore. Your stomache sunk. You proceeded to collapse on the floor, and were lucky that Amanda was right by you. The Southern blonde was quick to scoop you up and guide you to take a seat in her desk chair.

She then tried to talk to you, but your mind was spiraling. Suddenly a big boom of stacks of paperwork falling across the squad room brought you back to reality with a jolt.

“Y/N? Y/N, there you are, ‘hun. Hey. Heyyy. It’s going to be okay, alright…?” Amanda reassured you.

“But h-how… do you know that…?” You choked out, the tears continuing to pour out.

At that, Amari and Fin walked into the squad room.

“It’s out lucky day! Perp’s blood was at the scene, that girl put up a fight…!” Amara exclaimed, not having realized that you were there.

You immediately stood up and turned to face Amaro. Nick’s eyes went wide and his face struggled to give away the fact that he knew he had fucked up.

“What scene? What…?? What happened??” You exclaimed with a gasp, frustration and anger running through your veins once more.

Amanda pulled you towards her and into her embrace. Her touch calmed you a little, but right now, you really needed it to be Alex’s touch. After a minute, her hug actually and surprisingly helped.

“Thanks…” you muttered.

Amanda shrugged and smiled lightly, as if it was nothing.

“Learned that in Atlanta, had a partner who had anxiety attacks.” The blonde told you, “It’s a grounding thing.”

You listened and nodded along. But your mind quickly started to wander back to Alex again.

“Wait what scene? Do you know where she was taken…??” You asked.

Amanda sighed and stood up, telling you to wait here. She checked in with Cragen in his office, before coming back to you and grabbing her keys.

“Come on, let’s go for a ride.” Amanda told you, indicating for you to follow her.

You gulped and nodded, silently following the Southern blonde with your wobbly legs. You two got into her patrol car, and she began driving. The ride was silent. You had now become numb, your feelings too much to bear. You didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole of what could go wrong… So you stayed in the ignorance of feeling numb.

After about 15-20 minutes, Amanda pulled up to you and Alex’s shared brownstone. You gulped as your eyes widened as it began to click for you.

“This is…” you stammered, trying to find the words.

“Come on, Darling. I’ll explain inside.” Amanda gently reassured you, squeezing your left hand caringly, before getting out of the car.

You followed the blonde detective up the steps of your brownstone and inside. No one was here anymore. But it was a mess, all taped up with crime scene tape and marked with evidence markers and such. It made your stomache flip upside down when you saw blood on the kitchen doorway.

“What Amaro said, that asshole… was that Alex didn’t go down without a fight…” Amanda explained, taking your hand in reassurance as you walked through the torn apart apartment.

“Alex managed to make her kidnapper bleed.” Amanda breathed out.

At that you looked at the woman with wide eyes.

“So you can find out who they are?” You immediately asked.

Amanda bit her inner cheek and looked way slightly.

“Yeaaa ideally yes… but we already ran it, and he’s not in the system…” she explained.

Any and all hope that you had just gained was lost all over again. Amanda squeezed your hand again in reassurance.

“So what’s next…? What can I do?” You asked, desperate to do anything, to get her back, to see her again.

“First, we are going to walk through your place and go through the events, at least what we know. See if any of it jogs your memory of like someone who would want to harm Alex…” Amanda breathed out.

You shuttered and nodded slowly.

“Then when Olivia and Cragen give the go ahead, I’ll take you back to svu and Olivia will properly interview you…”

You gulped, yet nodded again.

“Ok, let’s do it…” you breathed out.

Amanda nodded and guided you by your hand, walking you through the scene. All your feelings came crashing back as the blonde detective walked you through the theory SVU had of what happened.

Alex hadn’t even left for the office yet, having not needed to go in as early that day… You and already left for work, when someone had come to the door. Alex must have known the person, because she let them in (or they had a gun). The main struggle was in the kitchen. SVU assumed that Alex had most likely tried to reason with whomever the perp was, but it went south in the kitchen. Alex’s blood was on the counter, in a circular mark that upheld that the assailant had violently cracked Alex’s head down upon the counter. There were also blood splatters of Alex’s going from the kitchen and out the door, by the amount and pattern of the blood, it was assumed that the assailant had shot Alex somewhere in the leg, but hadn’t hit a major artery or vein. Luckily, on the kitchen doorway, there was Alex’s bloody partial print, but there blood wasn’t hers. The theory was that before the shooter had incapacitated her, she got a swing or two in, and then when he dragged her out, she made one last attempt to grasp the doorway, leaving the perps blood.

Your heart was pounding in your ears three times as fast as earlier. Tears were pouring down your face and you hadn’t even realized it. Amanda squeezed your hand tighter, as she asked you if it sounded like someone you knew or if it triggered any memories.

“N-no… Mm sorry…” you gasped out in between sobs.

The Southern blonde now came in front of you and took both of your hands.

“Don’t be, you did so good, Y/N.” Amanda comforted you, before receiving a ding on her phone and checking her notifications.

It was Olivia telling Amanda to bring you back. You spent the car ride opposite of the last, filled with all the emotions. You were distraught, and sad, and afraid, and angry, and infuriated, and so much more. Your head was swimming, no drowning it it all. You just wanted a break. You wanted Alex safe in your arms.

Amanda led you back into the squad room, passing you off to Olivia with a reassuring smile. Olivia took you into the family interview room, one that was less jarring than the brick and mortar perp interview/confession rooms. She had you sit on the couch next to her.

“Y/N, Amanda told me that you couldn’t think of anything at the crime scene…”

“Don’t… call it that…” you sputtered, having cried yourself out in the car and now hicupping instead.

Olivia sighed, “Of course, I’m sorry— At your and Alex’s home…”

You had your hands clasped in your lap and you were rocking back and forth anxiously. The brunette detective reached for your hands with her hands and tried to physically comfort you, but you jerked in response, starting to hyperventilate. The brunette detective was quick to retract and stick with her interview questions.

“Besides what you didn’t think of at the crim— your and Alex’s place— Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you…?” Olivia prodded gently.

You shook your head and then hiccuped. Alex had her hair share of criminals who didn’t like her, but nothing she ever found concerning enough to share with you.

“Alright, what about anyone following you recently…? Notice any reoccurring faces…?” She asked.

You thought about it, going through your last months, if not years in your mind.

“I… don’t think so, no…” you stammered, with two more hiccups.

“Alright… Can I get you some water?”

“Yes please…” you whispered, not being able to handle the eye contact, so you simply shut your eyes.

Olivia muttered something with a hum, letting go of your hands, and leaving the room with the door ajar. You just sat there, with your eyes closed and shaking in your boots. You could hear the noisy clamor of the squad room from the ajar door. It was still just as chaotic, if not more. Tensions were high, and fuses were short.

Before Olivia could come back with your water, a familiar voice boomed while entering the squad room.

“Who the hell didn’t inform me about Alex going missing, and why the fuck did I need to find out like this?!”

You immediately stood up with a jolt, scrambling into the squad room to see Rita standing furiously in the middle of the room, while holding up a manila envelope with her name on it. Calhoun’s determined scowl faltered as she noticed you in the corner. She immediately lowered her mask of defense lawyer and rushed over to you.

Her hands were all of over you, checking to see if you were okay. They landed on each side of your face, as her concerned gaze looked at you.

“Hey Baby… How are you holding up…?” She asked, her eyes still scanning you up and down, before landing on your gaze when she expected an answer.

But all she got was a choked sob from you, your tears now back in full swing. The older woman immediately pulled you in for a hug, which you happily accepted. She hugged you tight and with fierce love, you could feel every fiber of her being that cared through the embrace. When Rita let you go, you wheezed and little and whipped your tears away.

Olivia had by now gotten your water and caught wind of the commotion, now coming up to you and Rita. Rita sent daggers to the brunette detective, making Olivia stop a couple feet away from you.

“What’s in the envelope…?” Olivia quipped, before extending her hand with your water in it.

Rita took the water, examined it, then gave it to you, instructing you to drink, before she considered answering Olivia. When she did, her eyes went sad. The main SVU members had surrounded the two of you, all curious as to what Rita had brought. She opened the envelope and pulled out a hard drive.

“Aha! My area of expertise…!” Munch exclaimed, taking the hard drive from Rita and going over to the media corner to open whatever files were contained within the stick.

You went to follow the rest do the team to see what was on the file, but Rita grabbed you by your arm before you could get too far. You turned back to Rita and looked at the woman who had been your mentor, aunt, mom, practically everything with confusion and glossy eyes.

“ ‘Hun, you may not want to see that…” Rita sighed with deep sadness in her eyes.

She had already seen it.

Your eyes hardened and you frowned. You quickly pulled your hand out of Rita’s grasp.

“Like hell I won’t…” you exclaimed, then turning around and walking up behind the team who were all gathered around Munch who was about to click play on a video file.

Rita came up behind you, her eyes staying on you the entire time as the video played. She watched your face whiten, watched your face wash over in horror, then a wave of anger. She watched your shock, then followed by uncontrollable sadness and tears.

Alex was in the centre of the screen, tied up and hanging by her wrists around a rusty metal bar running along the wall. Her head was hanging low. Her hair frazzled and tired. Her clothing was dirty, torn, and bloody. There was a light sway of her body as it hung from the beam. Her shoes had been discarded. The bottom half of her her stomache was on display, as her shirt was being strained from the position. Her left lower leg was bleeding, presumably from the gunshot from the struggle at the brownstone. Her forehead was all bloody from the blow to the counter.

Suddenly, a person stepped into the frame. They were wearing all black and had their face and voice masked. He had some kind of black colored weapon, almost baton looking in his hand. He laughed wickedly into the camera, before turning his attention to Alex.

“As I can’t torture all of you, unfortunately… One will have to do…” The man tilted his head as he turned on the stick and plunged it against Alex’s exposed side stomache with a cackle.

Alex’s body convulsed and jolted uncontrollably as she was she was hit with volts and volts of burning electricity. She let out a desperate groan, which turned into a silent scream as tears poured down her face, as she fought against her restraints and against the volts. After a couple solid seconds of this, the man finally retracted the insane taser torture. As he moved the torture device back, Alex’s freshly burned skin could be seen, a fresh branded circle on the side of her stomache. The man proceeded to repeat this process for multiple rounds. And the whole time, Alex fought and screamed and convulsed, as tears ran down her face and shirt. Finally, after five burning rounds, Alex passed out. And the man stopped, looking to the camera with a grin.

“No point if the bitch isn’t awake…” He chuckled wickedly, “And that was only Act 1… Dedicated to Detective Olivia Benson…”

Rage was quick to take over your enter being, all the sadness quickly forgotten. You nearly assaulted Olivia right then and there. But Rita saw this coming, and she was quick to hold you back as you attempted to pounce on the brunette detective across from you.

You scowled and fought back, the team all taking a step back from you, all of them just as shocked as you were. But Rita held you firm.

“Shhhh, Baby, it’s okay… Calm down…” Rita cooed into the shell of your ear, “It’s going to be okay, it’s not Olivia’s fault…”

After a couple seconds, Rita managed to get you to promise to not punch the older brunette detective in the face. So she let you go. You huffed and didn’t know what to do. You were hit with another wave of sudden sadness.

As you were having your life crisis, the team began speculating and conversating about what they could learn from the video and how they could find Alex. You weren’t able to focus on them or anything anymore, everything started to just fade away into black.

When you woke up, you were in Rita’s lap, back in the family interview room. For a split second, you felt at peace’s and then reality smacked you back in the face. Rita was beginning to tell you that you had passed out when you began to freak out.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe, it’s okay.” Rita comforted you, as you sat up startled and distraught.

“N-no it’s n-not… Alex my Lex she’s… she’s…” you choked out, hyperventilating.

Rita was quick to take you into her arms on the couch and comfort you. She ran her fingers through your hair, she rubbed your arms and hands and side, calming you as best as you could.

“Hey. We are going to find this sycko who did this… ok? The team is on it…” Rita insisted and ensured you, “Take some deep breaths for me, Baby…”

You nodded shakily, your entire body shaking in Rita’s arms, as you took some deep breaths. You began to doze off in the woman’s arms, Rita was quick to encourage you to not fight it. And so you dozed off…

You awoke startled once more by a shriek echoing through the squad room and into where you and Rita were. You practically fell off the couch and scrambled out to the squad. Rita was swift behind you. Your eyes fell on Casey, who now had a Manila envelope in her hand with her name on it.

“Where did you get that??” Olivia questioned the redhead.

“I… a junior officer dropped it off… I don’t know, sorry” Casey stammered, handing it off to Olivia who opened it.

“Fin, Amanda, go find that junior officer, maybe he can give us a lead on this guy.” Cragen told his team.

Fin and Amanda nodded and left the room at once. Olivia had found another hard drive, having passed it to Munch to analyze. Rita’s eyes widened as Munch went to press play, and she tried to pull you away once more, but you only pulled away from her and to the screen with more ferocity. With a click from Munch, the video began…

Alex was still in the same position. She was awake again. But barely. Drool was coming from the sides of her mouth as her head lolled down. Her breathing was heavy and labored, affecting her entire body as it hung from the rope attached to her wrists and around the beam.

The man then came back into the camera screen. He held a knife in his hand this time. After taunting the camera, he stalked up to Alex, his free hand roughly grabbing and wrenching her blouse open. The buttons clattered to the floor as the perp moved the torn blouse aside, showing off Alex’s black bra and exposed chest and stomache.

Alex seemed to barely register anything until the knife began slicing her chest. She let out a howl at the pain, deep enough to hurt, but not deep enough to kill. He continued these slices, along her stomache, along her clothed arms as well, and all the way up to her shoulders and neck. He seemed to only be egged on by Alex’s groans and cries, which very quickly turned into begging and pleading for him to stop. Once the man reached her neck, he held the knife firmly along her throat, before speaking. The dozens of cuts all bleed into one another, practically covering Alex’s entire upper body in blood.

“Act 2 is not as bad, because you just sucked at your job…” The man sneered, “But trust me, the next one… I’d be surprised if the bitch doesn’t die… Dedicated to Rita Calhoun.”

Your knees buckled and you collapsed on the floor as Alex let out a particular blood curteling scream in the video. Tears streamed down your face as you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the rest of the video, the audio already taunting you enough. You felt your body go limp and you began to slouch and fall from your knees to the ground completely.

“Turn it off! Off!!” Rita yelled enraged, before dropping to the ground with you and comforting you.

Munch turned the video off, but not before the man was able to dedicate the video to Rita. Rita’s eyes widened and her throat went dry. The whole team stared at the two of you. Rita was dumbfounded at what this had to do with her, but she was quick to spring into action over it.

“Novak. Take Y/N to the diner down the street. She probably hasn’t eaten all day.” Rita commanded the room.

Casey’s eyes widened, and she immediately nodded in understanding.

“Of course, Rita.” Casey said, hurriedly coming over to the two of you.

You tried to protest as Rita handed you over to Casey, but Rita was stern and quickly silenced you, not that you could say anything right now with how overwhelmed you were. Casey was quick to file you out of the room.

You didn’t even remember leaving SVU or getting to the diner, all you remember is suddenly sitting with Casey looking at the late lunch menu. You were shaking and fidgeting like crazy.

Casey reached her hand across the table and squeezed your balled up fist reassuringly. You looked up to the redhead with your stained and now completely dried out eyes, having cried it all out for the second time today.

“Hey. Let’s get you some food, huh…?” Casey hummed.

You nodded slowly. The waitress came, but you couldn’t hear a thing. Casey looked at you with care and understanding, ordering for the both of you. Then once the waitress had left, her attention was on you once more.

“C-Casey…?” You whispered.

Casey leaned in and softly spoke,

“Yes…?”

“How… how are you okay…?” You whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you blinked, “She’s… she’s like your best friend and you hers…”

Casey sighed and squeezed your hand again.

“Y/N, look at me.” Casey hummed, her tone breaking in a falter.

You finally looked at Casey again, and took in her appearance. You suddenly noticed the tear stains on her face and how crazy her long, normally well curled hair was.

“I am not okay. I just… suck at showing my emotions…” Casey explained gently, her own eyes beginning to gloss over as she became more vulnerable.

Your lips pressed together and you smiled lightly, nodding in understanding. You gasped slightly as you felt your phone vibrate once in your pocket. You then felt another vibration. Then one last final third vibrating. You pulled your hands into your lap, away from Casey. The redhead looked at you concerningly.

“Everything okay…?” Casey asked.

“Mm yea… just… need the restroom…” you muttered, before getting out of the diner booth and going to the back where the bathroom was.

Casey nodded, watching you leave, before getting on her phone and updating the team, as well as getting updated by what they had figured out. She let the team know that you were doing okay and that she was about to feed you. She sighed and let out a light groan, trying to process the weight of what was happening, while reading the update from the group chat.

Munch had analyzed the background of the video, having figured out that Alex was being kept in some warehouse. Which one, they had no clue.

Fin and Amanda had gotten no leads from the junior officer, apparently the envelope had been given to him by a homeless looking guy who disappeared as soon as he dropped off the package at the precinct.

Rita, Olivia, and Nick had been spending their time looking over old case files and anything that connected Olivia and Rita along with possibly Alex, in hope to find a perp or bad guy who got away somehow and wanted revenge.

When Casey was done being caught up, the food had come. But you were still in the bathroom… The redhead grew suspicious, getting up from the table and walking to the back of the diner to the bathroom. She knocked on the door, but received no answer. Quickly, she tried your cell. Straight to voicemail.

As you stepped into the bathroom, you couldn’t shake the terrible feeling about the texts, so you locked the door and immediately opened your phone. The texts were all from one unknown number.

Y/N L/N.

Then a video link.

Act 3. Elizabeth Donnelly

You didn’t even click or see the video. Not yet. You saw Liz’s name and couldn’t think of anything else. Liz would know what to do. She always knew what to do.

You carefully escaped from Casey’s gaze and hold out of the back of the diner, rushing to catch a cab to the DA’s office where Liz would most likely be. The ride wasn’t too long, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to press play on that video. Liz would know what to do. She always did.

Once your reached Liz’s office, you didn’t even knock, simply barging in. Liz was talking with a few DA’s, and she was about to dig into whoever interrupted them, but then she saw your state.

“Leave. All of you, now!” Liz ordered, shooing the attorneys away.

You quickly shut and locked the door behind you. Liz looked you up and down.

“Y/N, what is going on…?” The older woman spoke firmly.

You were hyperventilating again. You could sit, you were pacing. But you had to tell her something. And you tried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. Liz stood up, recognizing the signs of an anxiety attack, and coming over to you in concern. She guided you to sit with her on her office couch, asking you again, more softly this time,

“Honey, what’s the matter…?”

You let out a choked sob, bringing out your phone and clicking the video. That was the only thing you could think of. Liz watched your every movement. You pressed play.

Alex was hanging as in the last video, but her blouse was completely gone. Her breathing was shallow and barely there, but she was still alive.

The man showed back up, coming up to the camera to say hello, before quickly turning his attention to Alex once more with the same knife as before in his hands. He grabbed Alex’s chin and pulled her face to meet his gaze. Alex tried to growl and fight back, but the exhaustion on her face was evident. He had probably drugged her up real good so that she didn’t stand a chance… While the man held her face rough with one hand, his other with the knife sliced her bra into pieces. He then let her face go with a smack! before tearing the bra off her body. The vulnerable whimper that Alex let out was distinct. And it only fed into the man’s fantasies. He then bent down to her bottom half and ran the knife down her side, followed by his hands ripping her skirt open. He wrenched that off her as well, throwing it aside. Alex was now left only in her panties. She closed her eyes and went limp, as the man trailed the knife in between her legs and up against her clothed core. He then moved to her thigh and ripped her underwear off with a snap! until she was fully nude, hanging for everyone to see. Another hopeless whimper left Alex as the man suddenly smacked her ass.

Before the video could finish, Liz slammed the phone down onto the ground, effectively pausing it. Your eyes went wide and you looked at the older woman with an open mouth. She looked horrified. But Rage was quick to replace the shock.

“What?! Liz wait—!!” You exclaimed as the blonde stood up and shook her white knuckle fists.

Liz turned back to you, looking you directly in the eyes.

“What in the actual fuck is going on, Y/N?!Why in the hell are you making me watch my daughter be tortured by some psycho???” Liz shrilled.

“Lower your voice!!” You harshly whispered, swiftly standing up and getting in her face, and effectively shutting Liz up for a second with how stern you and suddenly become.

“Then you better goddamn tell me what is going on…” Liz growled.

“OK—” you exclaimed, placing your hand on your forehead and sighing.

You say down again as the overwhelming sadness hit you once more.

“Lex… was taken… didn’t show up in court…” you stammered, “Guy’s been sending… videos…” you choked up.

Liz then picked up the phone from the floor, sitting back down next to you in silence for a moment.

“How many?”

You were jolted out of your grief by her words.

“W-what…?” You stammered.

“How many videos… did he send…?” Liz spoke, trying to sound in control but her own tone faltering and cracking a little.

“This is the third. He usually talks about it in the video…” you said quietly.

This made Liz look at you and then back to the phone. She turned it on and clicked play again. You both sat in anticipation as the video continued.

Alex’s bloody, bruised, and now completely exposed body came back on screen, right where it had left off. Alex flinched as the man smacked her ass a second time.

“Shut up Bitch!! Take it, We all know you want it!!!” The man jeered, before smacking her ass a third time and then grabbing and fondling her tits.

Alex tried to pull away from his touch, she tried to yell or cry or shout, but she found that her body was not taking orders from her mind anymore. Her body had gone limp. But she could feel everything. She could see everything in her line of sight. She could hear everything.

When she went completely silent, unable to protest anymore, the man cackled again, louder and more taunting than ever. He then proceeded to come up to the camera.

“Now, I’m not gonna show you this next bit… I’m going to save that for when you find her dead body… But Act 3 is dedicated to that bitch judge, Elizabeth Donnelly…” the man jeered.

The video then went static for a second. Then the camera came back on and showed an unconscious Alex Cabot, swaying lightly back and forth. Where her body wasn’t sliced and cut, it was bruised. Where her body wasn’t bloody, it was covered in dirt, like it had been thrown at her. The faint and small outlines of cigarette burns were trailed across both of her arms and thighs. Her mouth was filled with an oozing her own blood, as if 100 fists had hit her. And her right tit was branded with a symbol, difficult to make out. All of this and so much worse would be discovered had been done to her…

The video ended and silence took the room. Suddenly you heard crying. You looked over and Liz was hunched over and crying in her lap. You weren’t sure what to do, haven’t ever seen the powerful, older woman so vulnerable before. You just instinctively wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t… didn’t know what to do… I thought if I came to you…” you rambled, now feeling guilty for having brought this to Liz.

“Hush… none of that… ssnot your fault.” Liz breathed out in sniffles, accepting your embrace and pressing into you even more, “I know she’s not… my real daughter but if anything happens to her… I… I don’t know what I’d do…”

You two sobbed in each other’s arms for a while. It was only when someone came banging on Liz’s office door with no sudden warning that the two of you jumped apart and off the couch. You went to unlock the door and storming in came a furious Rita.

Rita wouldn’t even hear it from you. She took your phone immediately. All the way back to the squad room, the car was silent between the three of you.

Casey had figured out that you had run away, and she had immediately called SVU. They had divided and conquered all the places they thought you’d go. And the second Liz wasn’t answering her own phone, Casey knew that was where you had gone.

Back in the squad room, Munch began analyzing your phone. You sat in one of the detectives chairs, fidgeting and bouncing your leg, under Rita’s intense gaze. She had made you tell the team everything that had happened. She was not going to let you slip away again. Over her dead body.

Liz immediately threw a fit and started ordering people around. After looking at the files that Olivia and Amara had compiled, it took her five minutes to put it together. Liz found a perp who had escaped jail, whom Olivia had interrogated, Rita had represented and lost, She had judged, and Alex had prosecuted and won.

The second the team had their perp, they began canvassing possible areas. The man leased a piece of warehouse property near the river as it was discovered, so that’s where everyone rushed to go to.

Everyone was on edge.

“I’m gonna go!” You exclaimed to Rita.

“No you are not!!” She shrieked back.

“Why not?!! She’s the love of my life!!!” You yelled, tears running down your face as you screamed.

“Because she might be dead, Y/N!!!!”

Practically the entire squad room went silent at this. They all stared at you and Rita. But quickly, they all began their work again, and the team ran out to the location to find Alex. Both Rita and Liz held you back as you fought to get outside and in a squad car. But they held the upper hand. You collapsed in both of their arms, desperate and exhausted, completely out of energy.

The team did indeed find Alex, although she was barely breathing. They immediately sent her to Mercy’s, where Rita and Liz already had you there waiting. You sat in the waiting room, in between the two woman, shaking and fidgeting restlessly.

Hours went by with no update. Eventually, it was all too much for you. You leaned against Rita’s shoulder for some comfort and before you could stop yourself, you were falling asleep.

“Y/N, love, wake up…” Liz gently woke you, making you snort lightly as you came back to reality.

She was offering you a hand, which you eagerly took to stand up. The nurse came up to you.

“You may see her now. One at a time please.” The nurse told the group of you.

Everyone looked at you and pretty much all agreed in unison and with mere looks that you would be the person going in to see her first.

You entered the hospital room, and immediately came up to Alex’s bedside. You felt relief wash over you that she was here with you and that she was okay. You held one of her hands as she came to.

“Mmm heyyyy…” Alex said in an extremely scratchy and hoarse voice, her head turning slowly towards you.

Tears of joy began to spill out and down your cheeks. You squeezed your wife’s hand lovingly.

“Hi Lex…” you whispered, “How are you feeling…?”

“Like someone pumped an entire pharmacy through me…” Alex groaned lightly, “mm pretty sure I was drugged… most of the time I couldn’t move or speak…” her tone got sad and overwhelmed, as tears started to form on her sapphire eyes.

“Hey hey, it’s okay.” You comforted Alex, who met your gaze again, smiling at the sight of you, “You’re safe with me now, that’s all that matters…”

Alex lightly squeezed your hand now as she smiled. It would be a long road to recovery, but the important thing is that you would be with her every step of the way.

Her squeeze on your hand faded, which you just attributed to the blonde being tired. But then her eyes closed… and then you couldn’t hear her breathing. You jolted when the heart rate monitor started going off.

Suddenly, there were 4-5 hospital staff members in the room, pushing you aside. You stood in the corner of the room, with your hands over your mouth, silent tears flooding down your face. You heard the designated coding sound come from the machine, and you collapsed onto the floor. Everything went numb.

You could vaguely hear a nurse giving you her condolences. You didn’t even reliaze that you were walking out of the room until you stood in front of the group that loved Alex the most. You were violently shaking, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Liz was the first own to come up to you, to see what was wrong. And Liz was the first one to understand… You fell to your knees and cried into your hands, not caring anymore. You’d lost the love of your life, your wife, your everything.

Liz looked more emotional and out of control than she’d ever been. She kept stammering that it couldn’t be true, but once a doctor came out and told the entire group the news, Liz let out a distraught wail, covering her face in her hands as she sobbed. Casey immediately buried herself in Liz’s embrace which Liz of course accepted. The last thing you remember about that day was Rita coming up to you and embracing you on the floor…

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Alexandra Cabot Masterlist

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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

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Kiss You - Nick Amaro x Fem! Reader

No warnings just completely fluffy! Also this isn't my gif! (Also this was inspired by One Directions song Kiss You)

It was a Saturday night & Y/N was preparing for a movie night with the SVU squad. As it was her first time hosting & having her friends over she was nervous, so she cleaned her apartment a few to many times.

Earlier on she had prepared cupcakes which she was yet to finish with icing, however as she reached for the cupboard with her pipe & ingredients someone had arrived at her apartment.

She realised who she was about to open her door too & her stomach filled with butterflies. A few moments later there was a knock on her door & her stomach tied into a knot.

After a few seconds though that seemed like a lifetime she opened her door & gave her best friend a smile.

She liked Nick for a long while, however as he was her partner at work as well as her best friend she did not want to act on her crush. Little did she know that he felt the same way.

"Nick hey, come in!" She said gleefully & made her way back to the kitchen.

He smiled & entered the apartment. He looked over at the kitchen & smiled at Y/N.

"Have you been baking?"

"Yeah I thought I'd make some cupcakes for everyone. I just need to finish the icing."

Y/N stood on the tips of her toes & extended her arm out to reach what she needed. Nick noticed her struggling & reached up into the counter as she stood underneath his reach.

He passed Y/N the items & grinned as he realised the little to no space between them. He rested his forearm on the inside of the empty cupboard & leaned down to meet her lips but were interrupted by the sound of a buzz.

She giggled as he gently rested his forehead on Y/N's shoulder.

"I should probably get that..." She trailed off & walked towards the speaker.

"Hey, it's us could you buzz us in?" The familiar voice rang.

"Sure thing see you in a second." As she walked away from the apartment door she turned to Nick. He walked towards her & gently held her waist.

"Do you think they took the lift or the stairs?" He questioned.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck & leaned in, but were interrupted again by the knock of the door.

"Goddammit." He sighed as he answered the door to Amanda & Sonny.

"Come on in."

Amanda & Sonny made their way into the apartment & greeted Y/N.

The apartment soon filled up & everyone gathered in the living room with Olivia, Rafael & Nick on the couch, Fin on a arm chair & Y/N, Sonny & Amanda on the floor around the coffee table.

The group were deciding on a movie to watch & laughed at Y/N's selection of Barbie & Disney movies. Which she argued "in my defence but with the field of work we're in, I need to watch something lighthearted to help me sleep."

The group bickered back & fourth until they decided on an 80s classic 'The Lost Boys.'

As it was late the squad left Y/N's apartment leaving Y/N & Nick alone. The two tidied up the apartment by putting spare blankets, cushions & DVDs away.

The pair sat down on the couch, a comfortable silence filled the room, the one noise to be heard was the heartbeats of the two.

Nick extended his arm & rested it behind Y/N playing with the ends of her hair, twirling strands around his finger. He then began to express how much he liked her & how he wanted to kiss her.

"Well we're alone, how bout that kiss?" She said playfully. He did not hesitate & he leaned in & gave her a kiss filled with passion.

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A Tale of Two Brothers Part 1

Title: A Tale of Two Brothers Part 1

Word Count: 2,948

Miguel x Reader x Nick

Warnings: None just yet. Next chapter I plan to include steam, angst, and other things I don't want to give away.

Authors Notes: So this is my first fic in a long time. My first Miguel and Nick fic ever and the first fic of this kind of genre I hope to achieve so I hope you all enjoy it and I didn't do horribly! Sorry for the shitty cover image!

“Agent Amaro? Agent Amaro? Did you hear what I just said?” Nick was shaken from his daze by a firm hand on his shoulder.

Looking up into his Captain’s eyes, he briefly shook his head and looked back down to the case file in front of him containing a photo of Miguel Galindo and his wife (Y/N) Galindo.

From the second Nick saw Miguel’s face, he did a double-take and got lost in thoughts when his Captain explained the operation and that Miguel Galindo was Nick’s lost twin brother.

“Amaro?” Captain Stillman shook Nick’s shoulder again.

“Uh, sorry, Cap. What did you say?” Nick asked, looking up again.

“I said, I know it’s a difficult case, but you’re the only one who can get in with the family. Miguel Galindo is a smart man, but he has a soft spot for family. A blind spot for family even. Ever since losing his mother suddenly, he’s been in a tailspin, and it’s gotten ugly. I hate to do this to you, put you in this situation. He’s family you didn’t know you had….” Captain Stillman continued before getting cut off by Nick.

“No, he’s my blood, but it doesn’t make him family. We all know he has ties with murders on both sides of the border. You know me, cap, I’m in. I will get the intel we need to bust the Galindo Cartel once and for all and stick him and his entire team behind bars. Blood or not. Whatever it takes.” Nick got up quickly and closed the vanilla file folder taking it with him. “Tell me when and where I need to be, and I’ll be there.” He added before heading out of the bleak grey room in the FBI’s California bureau in downtown L.A.

Walking around your empty mansion on a hill felt lonely and cold even if the sun shone in, making it bright. Being the wife of Miguel Galindo had its perks, of course, like having a doting husband who loved you and would protect you always. It also had its negatives, like no privacy and times where Miguel was gone for business, which lately seemed to be more frequent.

In your heart, you knew Miguel loved you, but your mind loved putting thoughts into your head when you’d hear whispers around the town of jealous women who would claim they had seen Miguel make out or even sleeping with other women. The thoughts ate at you the more times he left the house.

Your black five-inch heels clicked with every step you took across the beautiful, tiled floors as you paced across the room back and forth.

Miguel had promised to be home by lunch, and it was now going on nearly four in the afternoon with no word from your husband or any of his bodyguards.

You had done your hair, put on your favourite makeup, and changed into a lovely blue barely-there lingerie set Miguel had bought you on his last trip. You had a gorgeous body con dress showing off all your beautiful curves that your handsome husband loved to feel and couldn’t take his eyes off.

It was meant to be a surprise, a coming home gift if you will, but now he was late, and you were frustrated and upset.

Huffing, you grabbed your heels and started towards the stairs, grumbling to yourself angrily.

“Mrs Galindo.” Leo, one of your bodyguards, entered the living room and glanced at you.

“What?!” You snapped before sighing. “I’m sorry, Leo. You didn’t deserve that.” You clenched your jaw before turning around and looking at the tall man your husband had trusted to keep you safe when out in public.

“Mr Galindo sends his apologies for being so late but wishes for you to join him for dinner tonight at seven at The Prado.” The tall, dark brown-haired man looked at you with striking, nearly black eyes.

“If I go and he doesn’t show up, I’ll kill him.” You growled, still angry he missed lunch, and you had gone all out for him, even skipping lunch in hopes he would get in not seven hours later. “You can tell him I said so too.” You nodded before heading upstairs. “I’ll be ready by six.”

Sitting in the black SUV later that evening, you took a breath until something caught your eye in the seat beside you. Your brows furrowed before grabbing the Tiffany & Co. bag. “Leo? Was this supposed to be here?” You questioned when your trusted guard got into the vehicle to drive you to the restaurant.

“Yes, Mrs Galindo.” He said before driving down the long-paved drive.

You opened the bag noticing a small card slipped inside. Opening the envelope, you read the inside of the sweet note.

“Cariño,

I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up myself. I’ll meet you at the restaurant. Here’s a little something to make you smile. Put it on, and I can’t wait to see your dazzling smile soon.

Con todo mi amor,

-Miguel.”

Your heart melted, and you looked in the bag again before you took out a square jewellery box, unwrapping the neatly tied white bow and opening the hinged lid of the famous Tiffany blue leather box. Taking out the suede pouch, you opened it and let a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet fall into your hand. Gasping, you held it up after putting the box and bag down. “Miguel…” you whispered to yourself before feeling your cheeks and face warm from the love and butterflies you felt filling you at Miguel’s gestures and love.

A Tiffany tennis bracelet wasn’t just a drop in the bucket for everyone, but Miguel loved spoiling you when he could. Smiling to yourself, you placed the bracelet around your wrist and managed to get it clasped just fine. Holding your wrist out, you turned your arm and hand side to side slightly to let the streetlights catch on the many diamonds and shimmer around the car.

Miguel pulled up at The Prado in his town car before getting out and straightening his grey suit jacket with a single shrug of his shoulders and pulling of the coat. The man strode into the restaurant; the hostess already knew who the man was by just his face, let alone the air Miguel held when he was in a room. Confidence, power, a tone that told everyone to stay out of his way and not bother him unless asked.

The young woman led Miguel straight to the back of the restaurant into a more private area so that you and he wouldn’t be bothered. “Thank you.” Miguel smiled before sitting down and looking over the menu.

“They’re pulling up now, sir.” Luis leaned in after getting a call saying your car had pulled up out front. Miguel nodded and looked towards the front of the restaurant so he could watch for you. It had been too long, and he missed you desperately.

In another corner of the restaurant, just outside Miguel and (Y/N) Galindo’s view, Nick was seated within earshot of the table they would occupy. Tonight, he started his operation to get into the family, but first, he needed some basic information. How they were as a couple and what Miguel had been up to.

Nick had worn black-rimmed glasses and had already ordered an appetiser of crackers and hummus along with a beer. The agent couldn’t believe he was sitting here now so close to a twin brother he never knew he had. His mind raced with thoughts and conflicts but knowing he had to do what was right. The cartel was dangerous and needed to be stopped.

Ever since growing up with an abusive father and wanting to help other victims in the same situations as he, his sister and his mother were, Nick Amaro had always been on the side of the law. He started in narcotics and was a detective with Manhattan SVU before moving on from the NYPD when he knew there was no growth in the department for him. He was grateful that the FBI wanted him; he was now a field agent and had gone undercover several times.

For a detective, Nick had thought he would’ve figured out he had family lying to him along the way, but maybe he is blind to family in some way, like his twin Miguel.

The raven-haired man shook his head, clearing himself of his thoughts when he heard Miguel speaking again and heels clicking on the tiled floor. He subtly turned his head to the right to eye (Y/N) Galindo as she made her way towards her husband. Nick could’ve been easily caught by staring too long, given she was the most gorgeous woman he had laid eyes on. The man had to remind himself tonight was not the time to reveal himself, and he could not take this woman, for she was already taken by his cartel leader brother no less. Nick groaned and drank his beer, preparing to hear what the couple had to say.

“There she is. You look beautiful, mi amor.” Miguel wrapped you into his arms, holding your hips briefly and kissing you tenderly, smiling against them. He wished he had just gone home and had dinner so he could get you to bed sooner if he were being honest.

Your husband slipped around you and slid your chair out for you before you sat down and scooted it back. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming home.” You raised a brow, deciding maybe you shouldn’t let Miguel off the hook so fast.

“I’m sorry, baby, business took a bit longer than I had planned, and I had a few more meetings than I had anticipated.” Miguel frowned, hoping you could forgive him. He took your left hand, bringing it down on the table with his and tracing your inner wrist, bracelet and up to your wedding band before returning to your wrist again and grabbing your hand, holding it tenderly in his. “Won’t you forgive me?” He said with a little boyish charm and eyes that had mischief behind them but looked like sad puppy dog eyes.

“That doesn’t make up for leaving me all dressed up at home with lunch and a surprise for you for nearly four hours and not a word about where you were.” You tiled your head, raising a brow, trying to hold your resolve.

“A surprise?” Miguel smirked, the corners of his lips curling under his neatly trimmed beard. “What was the surprise? You still have it waiting for me?”

“Nope…that surprise expired at four when I got comfortable and took a nap.” You smirked. “I do forgive you, though. I just miss you. It’s…it’s too quiet when you’re gone.” You sighed and took a sip of the wine Miguel had ordered while waiting for you to come inside. “Just glad you showed up tonight. Didn’t want to have to kill you or anything.” You teased.

“I heard from Luis that you would if I didn’t show. I’d like to see you try, my love; I’d like to see you try.” Miguel had an amused glint in his dark hazelnut eyes as he chuckled from deep within his chest and took a sip of his wine, swirling his glass. “I’m sorry, amor, I know I’ve been gone a lot more often. So many meetings lately, so many promising things in our future, and I can’t wait to share them with you, but this isn’t the time or the place.” Miguel gave your hand a tender squeeze.

Nick listened in curiously about what business dealings Miguel could potential have in store. Was it legitimate or illegal? All in due time, Nick figured he’d find out.

The man listened in on the couple who made happy light conversation, figuring they never would discuss business in public or any personal information, given Miguel had the reputation to keep up a perfect public appearance of a happy and proud family man.

Sighing, the tired agent took another swig of his beer and waited for the Galindos to leave, figuring tomorrow would be the day he officially met and started his investigation of his twin, Miguel Galindo.

The following morning Nick pulled up to the Galindo residence and stopped at the gate in his modest four-door sedan he had rented while doing this undercover stent. Nick pressed the call button and waited for someone to answer.

“Who is this?” One of the many guards spoke through the speaker from up by the house.

“Uh yeah, this is Nick Valens,” Nick came up with a fake last name for his time undercover. “I’m here in hopes that I can meet Miguel Galindo. I…I um, well, I’m his twin brother.” The man cleared his throat.

There was silence on the other side of the speaker before the buzzer sounded, and the gate started to draw back, opening for Nick to drive up to the big house perched on top of the small hill just outside Santo Padre. The man took a deep breath as he pulled up to the front door area, where he was met with a team of guards, all armed with guns at their sides.

One with long braids came up to his driver’s side and tilted his head, silently asking him to step out of the car. Nick did as he was asked, and as he looked at the guard, the man looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Is this a joke?” Nestor spat out after a minute before shaking his head. “Uh, sorry. You said your name was Nick Valens? Miguel’s twin?”

“Yeah, look, I know it’s all confusing, but I just found out recently and came out here to meet him. Well, hopefully.” Nick laughed dryly as he looked around at the number of guards. “If I can get past the….” The handsome man waved his hand around to the guards and cameras. “First round of approval. I thought I’d have to face his wife or family for approval first.” Nick smiled, proud of himself for making a little joke. Nestor shook his head, smirking a bit, knowing Miguel would never believe this shit.

“Yeah. Stay there, alright.” Nestor looked over to the other guards alerting them to keep an eye on Nick as he headed into the house and to Miguel’s office. He rapped on the door with his knuckles a few times before hearing his childhood best friend and boss telling him to come in. When Nestor entered the clean, well-kept sophisticated office, he glanced at Miguel, who had his head down looking at some contracts in a stack on his desk.

“How can I help you, Nestor….” Miguel drawled out, never looking up.

“Hey uh, Mikey.” Nestor started before Miguel looked up, curious and annoyed as to why Nestor was calling him by his childhood nickname, which they shared growing up and in casual moments still, during business hours. “There’s someone who’s here to see you. And before you say no, I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to see him.” The cartel leader furrowed his brows and stood up, his black dress shirt clinging tightly around his chiselled chest just right as he headed out of his office, followed by Nestor.

“This better be worth it, Nestor.” Miguel grumbled as he headed to the front door opening it and instantly finding his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Nick.

“It is.” Nestor whispered, slipping around Miguel and back outside. “He says he’s your twin.”

Miguel felt so many emotions, shock overall but betrayed, angry, joyful, and sadness. He instantly wanted to know why his mother never told him of a twin. Was she even his mother? How many lies was he told? Did this man who looked exactly like him know anything more than he did? The leader shook his head, trying to clear his mind and eyes of tears before clearing his throat and stepping forward.

Nick was shocked all this time Miguel was only a photo until last night when he got a brief glance and had heard him speak. Seeing his twin face to face made him wonder if this was why his father had been so angry all those years. Not that it gave him an excuse. He was still and always would be an abusive son of a bitch, which Nick would never forgive, but was he upset as his Ma because Miguel was given up for adoption, and he didn’t want to? He never saw his Ma doing that, but nothing made sense right now. The undercover agent had to get his head back into the game and shook his head before stepping forward, looking over his brother, working up tears.

“I-I’m Nick Valens, and I’m your twin brother.” Nick spoke softly, his voice wavering with emotion from his thoughts.

“Miguel Galindo. I never heard anything of you. I want to know more.” Miguel suppressed his emotions best he could, even if everything inside of him was screaming. He stepped aside and waved the man inside of his home. There was a familial connection there, Miguel couldn’t deny the feeling, but as a cartel leader, he always had a healthy dose of suspicion. With the many dealings, he had to make sure things were on the up and up, and everything went smoothly.

Both men had a lot riding on this meeting; it could mean a future as happy brothers, unanswered questions and feelings finally answered once and for all, or it could lead to heartache, unhappy memories, or bloodshed. Only time would tell.

Final Notes: It's a tad long so I decided to stop myself and break it into two parts. Please Please Pleaseeee comment and like and reblog if you like this or just let me know your thoughts! Thanks guys.

A special shout out to @breanime for letting me bounce ideas off her and letting me message her constantly lol. I've admired your work Bre for so so long and it was in part due to you that I decided to write my own. It was also in part due to @itsjustmyfantasyroom @mrsamaroevans @dannypinot @burningtacozombie for their fics and amazing photos and gifs of the beautiful Danny Pino. Also thank you to @irishavengersassemble for being my best friend and sister for so long and always supporting me. Okay, I'll stop, I'm not winning a Pulitzer prize here. Chapter 2

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Fatality’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Law and Order SVU Menu Updated 4•13•23 𓆰♡︎𓆪

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↳ Olivia Benson.

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↳ Amanda Rollins.

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↳ Katriona “Kat” Tamin.

My Girl. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Dom Masc Kat (It’ll always be dom Kat, can’t see her as a Sub nor Switch), Sub Reader, Groping, Claiming, Marking, Impact Play, Spitting In Mouths, Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Sir Kink, Public Play, Oral (Giving).

Synopsis: While on a date the waitress seems to have a little crush on you and Kat, being the territorial possessive person she was had to make it known who you belonged to. To the server, and you.

↳ Melinda Warner.

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↳ Casey Novak.

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↳ Alex Cabot.

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↳ Pippa Cox.

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↳ Monique Jefferies.

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↳ Nicholas “Nick” Amaro.

Poisoned Motive (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

Born Psychopath (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and blood, animal abuse, all that good stuff.

Synopsis: This takes places on the first episode of the Henry Messner case, after Nick is “shot” so to say and finally gets to tell Gil he’s his father. You’re a nurse and Nick’s girlfriend, Zara and Gil both know about you and you come in after Gil finds out. Fluff ensues.

She’s Out There!!! (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Attempted Rape, Kidnapping, Torture, Violence, ANGRY Amaro, Child Abuse, Racism.

Synopsis: When you’re out there, kidnapped by a suspect, Amaro loses it. He’s lost so much and you? He can’t lose you too.

Safety. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and abuse, Tense violent situation, mentions of blood, mentions of rape and death, Smutty but no full out smut.

Synopsis: Nick had been in love with you since you entered SVU and seeing a gun pointed at your head might just be the kick in the ass he needs to confess.

Blood Brothers. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

Candy Kisses. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Lots of stuttering, Awkward Nick, Sweet bullshit.

Synopsis: After a night out trick or treating with Zara and Nick you and Nick enjoy yourselves after Zara is finally asleep and your lips look amazing with sticky candy on them.

Twerp. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Child Death, Talks of Child Molestation, Abuse, Miscarriages, Trafficking, Teen Pregnancy.

Synopsis: From the moment you entered SVU it seemed that Nick hated you, and you him. The entire team could tell it was just the opposite but let you both tell it? You despised one another. After a tragedy happens, just how true is that?

Holden’s Manifesto. (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

White Noise. (Surrendering Noah) (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Blood mentions, Talks of Death, Gunshots (obvs), Sweet Bullshit.

Synopsis; ngl, i never rewatched this episode because i can’t stand to see how it affected olivia, noah, and amaro but this is cute so here we go. here’s how Y/n would react to the court shooting.

Daddy/Daughter Project. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x South Asian Fem!Y/n

warnings: cuteness aggression.

synopsis: #9 “you’re too tiny for that, let me help.”

authors note: thank you so much, beloved! that makes me so glad. i want to make requesting as simple as possible. by the way, i love this idea so much. mwah mwah!

↳ Dominick “Sonny” Carisi.

hrs and hrs. (Songfic) (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of Incest, Abuse, and Pedophilia. None just sleepy fluffy smut and sweet aftercare. Slight Breeding Kink.

Synopsis: After stressful jobs sometimes all you and your husband Carisi need is each other. To take care of one another.

Revenge. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; S20 E4 SPOILERS. Talks of Rape, Assault, Death, Incels.

Synopsis: You and your partner Sonny work as a “couple” to get a confession out of a peep who happens to be an incel. Everyone thinks you played too well at being a couple and that gets Sonny thinking if it’s time to tell you he loves you.

That Girl Is Mine. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Possessive Dom, Dad Figure Odafin, Light Asshole Barba, Mentions of Rape, SVU stuff, Smutty No Full Smut.

Synopsis: Barba takes a little too much of a liking to Sonny’s girl.

Sickly Overprotective. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.

Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.

↳ Rafael Barba.

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↳ Hasim Khaldun.

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↳ John Munch.

That’s Not Her Name. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Sexual Harassment, Slut shaming, Semi Aggressive Munch.

Synopsis; inspired by s13ep9 when the lawyer calls alex “sweetheart” and munch steps in his face and goes “ADA Cabot” but with y/n and someone disrespecting her while they’re on a date.

↳ Odafin “Fin” Tutuola.

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↳ Mike Dodds.

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↳ Peter Stone.

He Can Only Hold Her. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎) x Black GN!Y/n

Warnings; Asshole!Peter, Breaking piece by piece!Y/n.

Synopsis; It was no secret Peter Stone was in love with Olivia Benson, even you as his lover could see it. The question was how long would it be before you broke?

↳ Brian Cassidy.

coming soon!!

↳ Elliot Stabler.

coming soon!!

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cathrrrine · 4 months

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hello, my name is cathrine! you can call me cat :) pronouns are she/her. im 21+

this is a safe space for everyone :)

i write for anything and everything i’m fixated on at the moment, mainly reader insert imagines, although i do write a lot about characters from: marvel/mcu, the walking dead, law and order svu and the x-men.

not very good at doing tumblr, so please be kind to me lmao, also! disclaimer that english is not my first language :)

this masterlist is still a work in progress! so please bear with me for all the to be added 's! i’m still trying to sort through all my unpublished or untagged work, so it’s empty now but will be updated along the way.

ao3. wattpad.

(<3 = fluff ) / (* = angst ) / (** = smut )

erik lehnsherr

just eat your food and say goodnight. (<3)

Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway.

charles xavier

tba

sonny carisi

Perfect / Love Won’t Die (<3)

Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears.

nick amaro

tba

to be added

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Three Words Ch 7

Casey Novak x reader. Some Nick Amaro x reader in this chapter. Warnings: Language, smut, some more of the usual hurt/comfort.

It had been at least a week since the night you’d spotted Casey, but despite your heartbreak you seemed completely unable to steer clear of her. Part of you was still her friend, joining her for post work drinks, especially when others were involved, your heart unable to say no when she needed you, unable to push her away when she asked if you needed a walk home. Even more unable to bring up the other woman, you just settled for second best, knowing that’s how it had always been, knowing that you’d simply have to settle in life, it was already what you were used to, why change things now? It’s not like she changed things, disappearing from your apartment regularly during the night.

It was that Friday when you’d finally had enough, you’d spent half the autopsy complaining to Melinda about the situation, she’d obviously chastised you for continuing to sleep with Casey (despite her earlier encouragement, she was clearly on another ship by now). Thankfully you were at the point of anger, of frustration and you didn’t have to worry about any more tears spilling while you worked. It was when Amaro showed up, asking for specific reports on behalf of Olivia that she spoke up, a smirk evident on her face despite the mask covering her lips.

“Parker, you’re good, head out for tonight, it sounds like you need a drink.” You shot her a glance as she reassured you, moving into the change room while she talked with Amaro. You nearly jumped when you returned into the hallway, his voice ringing through the space.

“You wanna grab a drink?” It was this time that you didn’t miss the way his cheek dimpled when his lips curved up into a smile, the way his eyes softened in your direction.

“I..yeah..sounds great.” You gave him your most genuine smile, following him out of the M.E.’s office to his car.

You ended up at Dive 75, you honestly weren’t too surprised, the bar had board games spread throughout he tables, a little extra way to break the ice, and considering Nick had two kids, it was basically his niche by now. You both picked over some wings and mozzarella sticks, you’d surprised him with your choice of an Amber City Ale to drink. You let out a genuine laugh as you beat him in another round of connect four,

“Oh come on Nick, you can’t be this bad at this game, stop letting me win!”

“I promise I’m not!” You smirked, giving his leg a shove under the table,

“Yeah, sure..” Shooting him a grin as the waitress approached, both of your drinks having been emptied. When she asked if you wanted refills you glanced across to Nick, a gleam in your eye, “I’m ah..I’m good.” He met your eyes with the same gleam.

“We’ll grab the bill.” He shot you a wink, “Together.”

“Nick!” You tried to protest, but he was quick to insist he would be paying, he had invited you out after all. You paused briefly on the sidewalk out front, thinking about what Warner had told you, not to mention the way you’d clicked with such ease that night. Nick however was quick to beat you to it, yet again.

“I had a great time tonight Y/N..” He started, closing in on you, you felt your cheeks burn at the admission,

“I did too..” It only took a second, your hands grasping as his belt, his softly cupping your cheeks, lips meeting each other oh so gently, moving with passion. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue delving into your mouth, a hand wrapping around your back, tugging you against his warm body while your arms wrapped around him, lost in the taste and feeling of him against you. You let out a gasp as his teeth sunk into your lower lip, tugging it away from your mouth, the spark evident in his eye even as he spoke.

“Sorry..”

“Don’t be…” You breathed, face flushing, “I..uh..I’m in Midtown, you okay to drop me off?” He smirked at that.

“Sweetheart, as long as you’re okay with it I won’t just be dropping you off.” You practically launched at him at that, tongue plunging into his mouth, lightly moaning against how he was more than welcome to just drive you home.

It didn’t take long for Nick’s car to park in the garage of your apartment, you doing your best to not let your nerves overcome you as you giggled your way through the elevator ride. Dropping your keys on the entrance table you kicked off your shoes, shouldering off your coat to the rack while Nick did the same. Turning to him gently, a brow quirked,

“You…want a drink?”

“Did you?” He smirked back at you, already knowing the answer. You laughed in response, tugging him to you, if you were going to be that person, use him to get over someone else, why bother with the niceties. Your lips met in a crashing kiss that you immediately let him dominate, leading him backwards to your bedroom. Groaning at the taste of him against your tongue as you tugged his tie, eager to gain access to his bare frame. He was quick to slide his hands under your top, cupping and pinching at your tits, his hips thrusting against you at the moan it elicited.You were more than okay with him tossing your shirt and bra to the side, you nipped at his lip, smirking at him while you dropped to your knees.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, pulling his pants and briefs down, a vocal groan left your lips at the sight of his leaking cock. You gave his tip a soft kiss, humming at the salty taste of his pre cum before you sucked his length into your mouth. Nick let out a very audible groan, his hands shooting to dig into your hair, the feeling of your lips almost too much to bare for him. He did his best to be gentle as your mouth wrapped around his cock, the sounds nearly too much for him before you gave him a powerful suck, tugging off him.

“C’mon Nicky…fuck my face…” The look of surprise on his face caused you to chuckle, laying a long lick on the underside of his dick, your mouth staying wide open for him to take advantage of.

“Jesus Sweetheart..you sure?” All it took was a gentle nod and your lips closing around him before he began to thrust against you. Your nails dug into his thighs as you braced against him, the string of groans edging you on even worse than before. You wanted his fucking cock more than you’d ever imagined, feeling your panties dampening at the feeling of him hitting your throat. When he hit your gag reflex you pulled off, a sting of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth that he loudly swore at the sight of.

“Need you..” Was about all you could manage out before he grabbed you, tossing you against your bed, smirking at the way you giggled when your body bounced against the mattress. You thought he’d simply plunge into you, your hips thrusting up at the desire, surprised when his mouth met your cunt, a shake leaving your body. His mouth fucked you slowly, eager to repay you for your earlier actions. If you had ever throught about sleeping with Nick Amaro, you’d never thought he’d be this fucking talented with his mouth, lips wrapping around your lower ones, tongue plunging into you with ease, groaning at the taste of you, moaning for more. Your hands dug tightly into his hair, a string of swears leaving your lips, whimpers as your body shook against him, coming much quicker than you’d thought.

“You okay?” His voice was unbelievably soft as he pecked up your bare skin. Your head nodded, breath shaky as you grasped his cheek, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Please…fuck me.” It only took a second before he smirked at you, you pulled a condom from your night table, passing it to him, he gave you a gentle kiss as he slid it on. His cock hit your clit, causing your to gasp, hips thrusting up against his body, “P..pleasee….” You begged out. He wan’t one to deny you, sinking into you heat, groaning at the feeling of you around him.

“Fuck baby…you feel so fuckin’ good.” You whimpered at the feeling of Nick plunging into you, cock dragging across your walls in ecstasy, “Fuck.” He stuttered, “Look at how good you’re taking my cock. Good girl.” The praise had your head thrown back against the pillows, hands scrambling against Nick’s body, in any attempt to tug him closer to you, body thriving against his.

“Nick..please…I’m gonna…” The words barely left your mouth before his fingers hit your clit, pinching and rolling at it, your hips thrusting against his even harder, whines leaving your mouth as you body shook against his, juices leaking over his thighs. His cock dragged against you a few more times before you felt him shudder, coming into the condom, his breath uneven and heavy as he disposed of it in the garbage.

“C’mere.” You gave a gentle sigh, more than willing to let his arms wrap around you.

“You okay?” You asked quietly, hand barely daring to touch his bare chest. It was almost as Nick could feel the hesitancy, grabbing your hand, pulling it around him while he shot you glance.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He gave you a soft kiss, lips moving with ease against yours, free hand stroking against your hair. You felt like it only took a moment before you were lulled into a sleep against his body, surprised at the warmth he enveloped you in.

Letting out a brief sigh you rolled over, not surprised to find the bed empty. It’s not like people disappearing in the middle of the night was anything new, you didn’t know why you expected anything different at this point. You let out a groan of a huff, heading to the en suite, splashing your face with water, making sure to brush your teeth, you felt your body tense when you heard movement at the other end of your apartment. Figuring it must just be your imagination you hesitantly made it to the entrance, shocked to find Nick locking the door behind himself, a grin on his face.

“Hope it’s okay I borrowed your keys, you didn’t seem to have much for breakfast, or coffee.” Your brows scrunched, confused at the tray in his hand. He stopped, taking in the look on your face, pausing in conversation,

“You…you’re still here?”

“Yeah..” He gave a soft laugh, testing the waters, “I…I can leave if you want me to.”

“No…” You spoke softy, unsure of what you actually wanted, “I…I’m just not used to people staying over…they usually vanish in the middle of the night.” He gave you that usual cheeky smile, pulling you closer to him, kissing your forehead,

“I’ll leave if you want to, but I’m more than okay with staying.”

“I..yeah…that sounds great.” You gave him the best smile you could muster. You had to admit, the sex had been great, and you knew you needed to get over Casey, maybe O’Halloran and Melinda were right, maybe this was the way. You led him to your couch where you ended up spending the rest of the day laughing over t.v. and groaning over delicious takeout, snuggled up against each other until Olivia ended up calling him into work. Nick gave you a soft kiss, telling you he’d call you soon (though you highly doubted that) before taking off into the cold night

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #casey novak x reader #law and order svu #law and order #svu #law and order special victims unit

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licaliquor · 2 years

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Ghost x Fem Reader

fantasy scenarios x reader (serie)

friends to lovers

Era un tardo pomeriggio come tanti per la ragazza,stava seduta su una sedia della cucina mentre fissava fuori il paesaggio dal tempo che presagiva un temporale. Fin da piccola lei e i suoi genitori vivevano in una casetta su due piani isolata in mezzo ad una folta e sconfinata prateria,erano spensierati ma ogni giorno che avanzava lei provava una profonda solitudine a vivere lì. Tutti i dì erano sempre uguali,doveva fare le faccende di casa e scendere giù in paese a vendere i prodotti che coltivavano,più ci pensava più stava male. Infondo voleva solo tornare bambina, tornare a giocare in mezzo ai prati e fare lunghe passeggiate con Leodor,l’unico amico che aveva sin da quando era nata. Un bambino dalla chioma biancastra,chiara come la sua pelle e dal viso costellato da due iridi verdi bosco. Al sol pensiero dell’amico le tornò in mente di quando dopo un pomeriggio insieme,immersi nel verde,le regalò una coroncina di fiori fatta a mano da lei stessa, ma proprio quando la ragazza gliela posò in capo egli la tolse per metterla in testa a lei,motivandosi complimentando la sua carnagione,dicendole che con il suo colorito le fonava di più. Trascorse con lui tutta la sua infanzia e crebbero insieme molto uniti, eppure con il fiorir degli anni lei cresceva mentre il giovane si fece vivo sempre meno,di conseguenza la poverina pensò spesso che si fosse trasferito ma non ebbe mai voluto rammaricarla con la spiacevole notizia,tuttavia ella non seppe più niente di lui e quella rimase perennemente un ipotesi.

“dicevi che avremmo giocato sempre insieme…”Disse fra sé e sé la ragazza lanciando un amaro e triste sguardo alla cucina,come a ritornare al presente da quelle felici memorie,tanto era sola al piano terra e nel buio di quella giornata nessuno l’avrebbe notata parlar per conto suo. Dopo poco si alzò raggiungendo il salone nella speranza di scacciare i pensieri negativi,anche se sembrava un’impresa impossibile quel pomeriggio,ed iniziò a cercare tra i libri della libreria accanto al divano qualcosa da leggere per distrarsi. Era presa nella ricerca di qualcosa che non aveva mai letto e dal titolo interessante ma nulla sembrava colgliere la sua attenzione,e proprio quando stava per arrendersi davanti alla solita libreria di legno scuro che quotidianamente scrutava,un rumore improvviso la fece sobbalzare.

Un libro non molto distante dal ripiano che stava osservando era caduto. Non appena si chinò a raccogliere l’oggetto la sua espressione perplessa tramutò in pura malinconia e decise di sedersi lì a terra con esso.

Era il libro di favole che amava leggere con Leodor. Sfogliò le pagine pian piano tentando di non dare troppa libertà a quella tristezza celata nelle memorie,

“Excalibur era la sua preferita” pensò ad alta voce ancora una volta,sorridendo ai ricordi contenuti in quel testo,ma a interrompere quella quiete ora dolorosa un rumore insistente stava pian piano tormentando la ragazza. Di colpo iniziò a guardarsi intorno cercando di capire quel bussare sul vetro da dove venisse ma nessuna finestra ne era la causa,si alzò girando freneticamente alla ricerca della provenienza di quel suono,quando nello specchio sul muro delle scale un riflesso sbiadito le fermò il respiro dallo spavento. Qualcosa,o meglio qualcuno vi era riflesso sullo specchio,ma non era la sua immagine,vi era qualcun altro che disperato bussava sulla superficie dell’oggetto. Con cautela si avvicinò tremante verso questo,ma non appena fu vicina un espressione sorpresa la pervase,era contenta ma con inquietudine profonda,all’interno dello specchio vi era racchiusa la figura di Leodor,più bianco e livido che mai e cresciuto, sembrava ora avessero entrambi la stessa età,”ma come era finito lì dentro?” si domandò la ragazza.

“Leodor…”Pronunciò il suo nome ancora sconvolta lei.

“Y/n,sono venuto qui un ultima volta solo per rivederti..”Disse il giovane come se davanti alla figura matura della ragazza gli mancasse il fiato.

“Perché s-sei lì? Tu-? Come-?”Chiese lei piena di interrogativi.

“Y/n,io sono… sono morto nell’anno in cui sei nata…tu hai sempre giocato con un morto,non ricordi come tutti credevano che tu avessi un amico immaginario ma in realtà ero io?”Le spiegò il ragazzo fantasma con fare diretto.

“No,non è possibile-“Si interruppe lei iniziando a realizzare tutto pian piano,mentre dei flashback le attraversavano la mente con violenza tale da quasi stordirla.

“Allora perché sei sparito? E perché sei cresciuto come me?”Domandò la giovane sempre più scossa dalla situazione.

“Sparii perché ormai stavi crescendo e non me la sentivo di tenerti in un’ amicizia che potevamo vedere solo noi due per sempre,me ne andai facendo un patto nell’aldilà per poter crescere con te ma le regole erano che non ti avrei vista mai più..infatti ho poco tempo,non sanno che sono qui.” Continuò a spiegargli lo spirito con visibile fretta.

“Io non ci sono stato per te,lo so,ho sbagliato per non tenerti in qualcosa di fittizio anche se avevi solo me,ma sappi che ho vegliato su di te notte e giorno nonostante la distanza.”Terminò la frase enunciando quelle ultime parole con un velo di tristezza.

“Allora perché sei qui ora?Così ti scopriranno.” Lo esortò la ragazza ad andarsene per il bene dell’amico. Ahimè era uno dei suoi brutti vizi metterlo sempre come priorità e non pensare mai a sé,ma infondo,dietro quelle parole,voleva solo restare con lui per l’eternità.

“Tu non capisci- solo dopo oggi potrò andarmene in pace! Solo dopo averti rivisto un’ultima volta!” Si agitò lo spettro del ragazzo sapendo che il suo tempo stava per scadere.

“Bene,ma ora vai!”Lo invitò nuovamente ad abbandonarla la ragazza.

“No! Io-“Insistette il ragazzo per poi avvicinarsi sempre di più a lei uscendo con il busto dallo specchio,e con una mano sul bordo dell’oggetto e l’altra poggiata sulla guancia della giovane decise di darle un bacio d’addio per poi svanire definitivamente. A quel gelido e delicato contatto,come un carezza fredda,la giovane rabbrividì ma in un attimo cedette avvertendo paradossalmente che l’amore d’un morto le stesse scaldando l’animo.

Tuttavia non appena vide di nuovo sé stessa nello specchio una profonda nostalgia l’avvolse,lasciandola cadere sulle ginocchia e accasciarsi poi sulle travi di legno del pavimento,nonostante le lunghe vesti che portava il gelo l’avviluppava e si faceva strada in lei in tutti gli spifferi dei panneggi del tessuto,ma non un aria fredda come quando ella era in compagnia del suo innamorato dell’oltretomba,un freddo di pura solitudine ora la circondava,un freddo così forte da rendere al tatto quelle lacrime sul suo volto come frammenti di ghiaccio che le rigavano le guance.

Nel mentre che quel turbine di emozioni si prendeva gioco di lei come il destino stesso per primo aveva fatto,il suo sguardo si posò un passo avanti a lei,esattamente per terra sotto lo specchio,non lo aveva notato prima,ma proprio lì dopo il loro ultimo addio uno di quei fiori che comunemente trovava sempre fuori ora era poggiato sul pavimento.

Uno di quei fiori fragili e piccoli che non raggiungono nemmeno le dimensioni di un soffione,un “non ti scordar di me” giaceva lì con il suo cuore affranto.

#x reader #x fem reader #wattpad italia #wattpad #one shot #italian #italia #scrivere #scrittori #fantasy #scenarios #headcanons #friends to lovers

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x-bluefire-heart-x · 1 year

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The Morning After

So, I am still writing and still alive. Just had a bit of a break due to work being really busy after the Christmas break.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, an anxiety attack, death, violence, drugging, kidnapping and violence. It isn’t explicit but is discussed more than it was in the previous chapters.

Master List

Prompt List

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Tag list: @profoundtyrantharmony @wanniiieeee @zizzlekwum

You woke up with a groan, the pounding in your head reminding you of the mistakes you made last night including your conversation with Rafael and the very strange moment with Nick. You expected the sun light to wake you up but as you looked towards your window you saw the blinds down.

“Thank you Nick,” you muttered.

“No worries,” Nicks amused voice answered from your door way. You shot up, hair a mess and your clothes wrinkled. Oh, thank god you were wearing clothes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked from the mess that was your bed. Apparently you had made a nest at some stage doing the night and nearly cocooned yourself amongst your quilts and pillows.

“Well, I drove you home after you had about five or six shots of vodka after your whiskey,” Nick began walking forward as he fixed the buttons on his sleeves. “And you had fallen asleep in the car, as I carried you up here you had kind of turned into an octopus and wouldn’t let me go. When I tried to remove your grip on me you started to cry and begged me to stay.”

“….I don’t beg,” you pouted rubbing your forehead. “But the rest sounds about right. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be, honestly it was adorable,” Nick smiled. “There’s a glass of water and some pain meds on your side table. Thankfully you woke up with enough time for a shower and breakfast before work. I’ll get started on the food while you grab a shower.”

You stared after Nick as he left and started making noise in the kitchen. You looked at your side table and grabbed for the water and pain killers. You downed the water suddenly feeling very thirsty. After you finished you struggled out of your little nest and made your way to your wardrobe, grabbing your clothes for the day before making your way past the kitchen and to the bathroom.

“God I feel like shit,” you huffed. “I should not have had those shots.”

You struggled through undressing and showering, half way through the pain meds kicked in and you felt somewhat like a human being. Walking out of the bathroom your stomach rumbled at the smell, you took a seat at the Island bench.

“What are you cooking?” You asked. “I didn’t even know I had food that could smell like this.”

“Eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, spiced tomatoes and toast,” Nick smiled. “You had all of it, I just add flavour.”

“Oh, flavour huh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, and one day I may cook you a Cuban meal and have you taste some amazing flavour,” Nick said, a cheeky grin on his face as he plated up the food and handed you one. He stood in-front of you eating his. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite and found yourself biting make a moan at the burst of flavour that hit your tongue.

“I can’t even be snarky right now cause this is so fucking good!” You groaned, a sound that was not as bad as it good have been but still made Nick laugh. You looked up at him, he was watching you eat his food with a small, soft smile on his face. You looked away quickly, your face feeling a little warm.

The two of you ate in silence after that, a slow build of awkward silence started and that was something that you weren’t use to with anyone in the squad. You fiddled with your fork as you looked anywhere but Nick before you groaned.

“Alright, what was that about?” Nick asked. “You need some more pain meds?”

“No,” you waved your hand. “I just realised I’m probably gonna have to deal with the ADA soon and I do not know how to handle that.”

“It’ll be okay, I doubt Liv or the Captain will have you be alone with him for a few days,” Nick said picking up your empty plates and placing them in the sink. He turned around leaning against the cabinets and crossing his arms.

“True, but even with other people it will be so tense,” you sighed running your fingers through your hair. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to deal with it, the ball is in his court as far as I am concerned. I will be professional. Speaking off, we should probably get going.”

“Well, that’s mighty adult of you Viper,” Nick snarked. “Did you go through a personality change in the shower?”

“Ha ha very funny Detective, why don’t you take that show on the road,” you suggested getting up to collect your gun and badge, and put your shoes on. You grabbed the jacket hanging on the back of your door and went back to meet Nick at the front door of your apartment. He was sliding on his suit jacket, and you couldn’t help but notice his arms flexing under the shirt he was wearing. You felt your mouth go a little dry before you looked away, really not wanting to get into that and what happened last night at the moment. Nick looked up at that moment and smirked a little when he noticed a slight flush to your cheeks. He schooled his features into his normal smile before you looked back.

“Ready?” he asked. “I’ll drive you in since I am already here.”

“Cheers,” you smiled nudging him out your door, grabbing your keys on the way.

“Rafael.” Olivia marched into his office and sat down in the chair in-front of his desk. Rafale slowly put down the paper he was reading and looked up, preparing himself for the look on her face.

“Detective,” Rafael sighed. “Can this not wait un-”

“No, I didn’t let Viper get away with how they acted and I won’t let you,” Olivia interrupted. “It doesn’t matter that you’re not a detective you are apart of our squad.” She leant forward and stared him down. “They apologised, and I know Viper well enough to know that they would have meant it. They also said they talked briefly about their time undercover and that is something they struggle with doing even with me.”

“What?” Rafael asked, looking surprised.

“Whatever they went through was something that seriously affected them and they do not like talking about it, for them to even hint at what they had to do in an attempt to apologise to you says a lot about how sorry they were,” Olivia explained.

Rafael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring that it almost certainly ruined the way he had styled it that morning, in an attempt to make himself look presentable after his poor decision to drink himself stupid to ignore absolutely everything.

“Look, I’m sure they meant their apology but they did call me an arse and it wasn’t just about the intimidation it was how they acted when I told them that I had no interest in using only a profile to get a warrant,” Rafael explained. “They didn’t respect my choice as the Prosecutor. And they most certainly did not apologise for that.”

“Oh come one Rafi, how many times have I disagreed with you about your choices and pushed for mine?” Olivia asked. “You’re reaching for an explanation for why you treated them the way you did.” She stood up heading towards the door before stopping and turning back. “Viper is the type the person you want on your side, and as a friend. I don’t think there is anything they wouldn’t do for a friend. But on the flip side, continuing to piss them off isn’t great either. Especially, when you have to work with them. Sort your shit out Rafi.”

Rafael watched her leave blinking in disbelief before scoffing and going back to the paper he was reading when she walked in. He did have his shit sorted and no he most certainly was not reaching with his explanation. And fine yes, Olivia did the same thing but he knew Olivia he did not know Viper and that was the difference. He wasn’t overly concerned about having Viper angry at him all the time, he doubted that he would be effected by it much at all they were still a detective for the NYPD and the only that they really could do was just ignore him which suited Rafael fine. He determinedly ignored the feeling growing in his chest at the thought of Viper not looking at him with those eyes of fire, he didn’t understand it at all and refused to even consider that it was partly quilt. Guilt at the look in their eyes before they had turned around.

He gave up on concentrating on the paper he was reading and got up, deciding that he might go for a walk and get another coffee. He definitely needed one and the noise of Manhattan might help to drown out his own thoughts.

Finn raised an eyebrow as you and Nick walked in together. You knew instantly what Finn was thinking due to the fact that Nick was wearing the same clothes as yesterday but before you could even consider opening your mouth to cut that line of thought off at the knees, Finn’s face changed to a cheeky smirk.

“Doing the walk of shame Nick?” he asked walking up to him and lightly tugging on his tie. To your absolute horror Nick didn’t refute that statement instead he laughed, lightly shoving him away.

“A gentleman never tells Finn,” Nick teased. “Not that you would know much about that.”

You groaned lightly walking to your desk, ignoring Finn’s indignant response to Nicks implication. Throwing your jacket onto your chair you sent a glare Nick’s way, no amusement on you face at his Joke. It hit a little too close to the moments that happened between the two of you last night and this morning, something you still did not even want to acknowledge.

“Don’t be an arse Nick,” you said. “Finn, nothing happened. He slept on the couch after making sure I got home after last night.” Finn raised his hands in the air in surrender but still sent a knowing look towards Nick.

“Yeah, how are you feeling?” Amanda asked coming up to your desk looking at the dark circles under your eyes. “You went pretty hard.”

“I honestly feel like death warmed over,” you groaned, flopping into your chair and laying your head on the desk. “Never let me drink like that again.”

“I’d say you were allowed last night,” Finn added his two cents. “Just don’t throw up on me and we’re all good.”

“I don’t throw up,” you muttered.

“Lucky,” Amanda said going back to her desk and looking through her messages. “Oh, by the way Captain wanted to see you.”

“Thanks so much for waiting for me to sit down before telling me,” you snarked getting up. Amanda grinned as you past her.

“You’re welcome.”

Cragen was sitting behind his desk going through the paperwork that came with being a Captain, he had to get everything in order for a Commstat meeting that was coming up to quickly for his liking. He just hoped that no complicated cases came up that would give 1PP a reason to come down hard on SVU. He looked up as you knocked on his door motioning for you to come in.

“Close the door,” he said.

“Oh, it’s one of those meetings is it?” you asked going through everything you have done and trying to see if you had done anything that could have given Cragen a headache, apartment the Rafael situation.

“Probably not the kind you’re thinking of,” he smiled. “But I doubt you will like it all the same.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you took a sit in-front his desk, unsure of what he could mean. You opened your mouth before closing it again.

“Wait, please don’t tell me I need to go an see a therapist or something?” You asked. “I did all of that before coming back and was signed off on everything.”

“No nothing like that,” Cragen waved away your concern. “Though I did want to check in. Olivia updated me about the situation with ADA Barba.”

“Ah,” you muttered rubbing your forehead. You were definitely going to need some more painkillers. “I apologised to him but he apparently decided it wasn’t good enough. I had already decided this morning that I would act in a professional manner with him but nothing beyond that. I think you can find that acceptable?”

Cragen smiled, unsure why he was so surprised that you had already made the decision to behave as he was going to ask you to. He had watched you over the last few weeks since you came back and noticed that although you were still very much the Viper you had been before you left for your undercover work you were also very different. You were quieter, even softer with the victims then you had been before and from your interviews with Paul O’Neil even tougher on the accused.

“That is acceptable,” Cragen agreed. He was concerned for you, not just because of the Rafael situation but also because of the look you would occasionally get when you thought no-one was paying attention. Your face would became entirely blank and you eyes became empty, losing any of the life that normally resided there. Olivia had brought it to him earlier as well and the two of them had agreed that they would do everything they could to help you through it.

“Wonderful, is that everything?” You asked half raising out of your seat waiting to be dismissed.

“Yes, that was all,” Cragen nodded. “But Viper, do try not to glare at Barba. I know you will act professional but we both know that doesn’t mean you won’t glare at him.”

A small sheepish smile graced your face before you wiped it off and nodded, drawing a cross over your heart before leaving. You heard Cragen’s chuckle following you out. Amanda raised an eyebrow as you came back out, you sent her a small smile letting her know everything was all good.

Olivia had come in during the time you had been in Cragen’s office and the look on her face did not bode well. You were unsure if you wanted to ask her about it but the option was taken out of your hands by Finn. You shouldn’t have been surprised, Finn was one of the biggest shit stirrers you had ever met.

“I take it your morning conversation with Barba did not go well,” Finn said an eyebrow raised. “Did he even give a reason for not accepting our Vipers apology?” You felt your heard clench at Finn calling you “theirs”, as in the teams. It had been a so long since you had felt the feeling of home, SVU always gave you that feeling. And it helped you to know that they considered you theirs.

“Don’t start Finn,” Olivia sighed before turning to you. “Apparently he thought you should have also apologised for demanding that he look at your profile and not just intimidating him.”

“You can’t be serious?” Amanda scoffed. “We have all pushed our opinions on a case onto him before and never once has he acted like this.”

“That man is a real piece of work,” Nick growled. The others looked at him surprise, Nick always had a difficult relationship with Rafael but never had they had him speak in such a tone about him before.

You didn’t even know how to process what Olivia had told you. You had thought that perhaps you hadn’t apologised properly but it turns out it was about something entirely different, something that you had done with previous ADA’s and knew that the rest of the squad did as well. It was so common among cops and lawyers, arguing over the way to approach a case and getting warrants. You breathed in deeply closing your eyes and focusing on your heart beat. You could feel it picking up in speed and not in a fun way. Perhaps you weren’t as okay as you told the Captain.

“Viper,” Olivia’s voice was quiet in your ear and a moment after you registered the feeling of her hand on your arm. “Why don’t we go outside for a minute?” You nodded, breathing slow and steady trying to control your breath and heart.

You didn’t make eye contact with the others as you left allowing Olivia to guide you outside. You lent against the wall of the building, digging your fingers into the brick work to try and ground yourself. You felt Olivia take one of your wrist and tap out a rhythm, a slow steady rhythm. Your world narrowed down to that tapping, to the feel of Olivia’s hand on yours. You felt your breaths start to match the tapping, and between the texture of the brickwork and Olivia’s tapping you felt your heart rate slow back to a normal regular pace.

“Better?” Olivia asked, when you opened your eyes and noticed that she was standing directly in-front of you, blocking out the view of other people.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you said voice a little out of breath. “I’ve-I’ve never experienced that before. That was-”

“An anxiety attack,” Olivia nodded. “They’re definitely not fun especially the first one when there is no warning of it coming on.”

“You’ve had one?” You asked.

“Yeah, after...after Lewis,” she didn’t need to finish. You felt a rage building in your chest at that man. God you wished you had been here during that time. You wouldn’t have let that man live after what he did to her. “Do you have an idea of what could have triggered it? Working that out can help.”

“I don’t know honestly,” you answered. “It just happened.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye on things and maybe we can work it out,” Olivia smiled. She squeezed your wrist once more before letting go. Just before the two of entered the building again her phone rang. You waited for her to hang up, the look on her face telling you that there was another case.

“A body was found in Central Park, it was dragged out of the water,” Olivia informed you already typing away at her phone. “Come on, I told Cragen we would take it.” You nodded following her to your car. You hadn’t even realised that she had grabbed your jacket until she passed it to you. You slipped it on.

“Any other details?” You asked sliding into the passenger seat.

“The victim is a man, and looks like he was cut up pretty badly, unsure if there was any sexual assault passed that but with the body being in the water the chances of Warner finding any DNA is slim,” Olivia answered.

“Cutting up could mean they were the one that assaulted someone and this was retribution,” you started theorising. “But of course it is also used by people attempting to remove others sexual desire.”

“Warner will be able to tell us more and hopefully they’re in the system,” Olivia answered.

You and Olivia arrived back to the station ready to catch the others up on what you found at the crime scene. It was going to be a difficult gruesome case and you hoped that they weren’t going to be any other victims but you already knew such a hope was a lost cause. Although the attack on the victim was brutal it didn’t give the appearance of someone who knew the victim, there were markings on the wrist and ankles that spoke of restraints. There would be more, and there was no way this was the unsubs first victim, there were probably others that haven’t been identified or found. Your first task was to search through ViCAP.

“What have we got this time?” Cragen asked walking out of his office as you gathered the others around the table and tv area.

“Not much to go on yet, a male victim in his mid to late 30s, Warner estimated his death happened some time around midnight two days ago but they had only been put in the water last night,” Olivia answered. “He was cut up around the top of his thighs and along his genitals but no removal occurred.”

“The unsub most likely didn’t know the victim beyond maybe a few days max, they would most likely have used a ruse to lure them, they also bound the victim at the ankles and wrist,” you took over. “Warner said the blade used to make the cuts was jagged, potentially to make it more painful, Warner is going to do a full blood work but doesn’t think she will find anything. So, we might have no way of knowing if the victim was drugged at all.”

“There was signs of penetration, but Warner doesn’t think she will get any DNA, and it looks like perhaps the knife was used as well,” Olivia finished. “Waiting for any results to come back from their finger prints or DNA, hopefully if they’re not in the system we might get a familiar match.”

“I’m going to put everything into ViCAP and see if there are any other matches, cause it does not seem like this is the Unsubs first time doing this,” you said pulling up ViCAP on the laptop at the table. “At the moment there isn’t much to go on to make a profile, and until we know the sexuality of our victim it’s going to be difficult to know the gender of our Unsub.”

“Right well, not much else we can do for now until we get the results back or Viper pulls up another victim,” Cragen said. “The rest of you I know you have paperwork to be doing to so for now get working on that.”

The others groaned but went to the task as ordered. You settled into the chair and got to work, you knew it was always terrible to hope for other victims but at this stage it was what you needed to get started on the investigation to catch this unsub. At least this helped to keep your mind off of everything. You tuned out all the other noise of the squad room focusing on the screen in-front of you, so you didn’t notice when Nick would look up from his work every few minutes to watch you for a few seconds and then look away. But Olivia and Amanda saw it, and they shared a look, happy to leave things as they were for now but knew that it might be a good idea to talk to Nick.

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svu-ncis-criminalminds · 2 years

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Requests are : OPEN

I restarted criminal minds so I would love some requests for Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, etc. (especially Hotch)

But I am also still happy to receive SVU requests right now!!

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hannya-writes · 3 years

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Wanna see a Trick?

Title: Wanna see a Trick? Fandom: Law and Order: SVU/Marvel: Daredevil Pairing: none Other characters: Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson, Rafael Barba, Matt Murdok Category: Action, humor maybe?, No-romance I think? Warnings: this may be not perfect! Author's note: This was just an idea I got while watching Law and Order: SVU, since lawyers always got their clients out of the interrogation rooms and I love Matt Murdock • • •

Y/n was a private investigator, a counselor to the police when in need and in her free time she was a vigilante. Not a superhero, there was nothing super in her strange abilitys to get herself in trouble.

She called it a "danger compass", sometimes there were places were things were supposed to happen and she just casually appeared there in the right moment to stop it. In other ocassions there was people who got this heavy aura. The darker it became, the most dangerous it was. And the dangerous it got, the stronger her "magic" become. She could make herself intangible, she could teleport to places, hear people when they were talking about her, live the experience of dying, see the past. But it all depended on the level of danger of places an people. If someone wasn't a dangerous they were practically inexistent for her. That night, as she was walking home she heard the footsteps getting closer. She felt the danger in her every breathe, and saw it. Y/n was taken hostage, the police yelled and a woman with the last name "Benson" told him to calm down, then he pulled the trigger and shot to a policeman to the head, then at the woman, killing her. It was a mess, and she wasn't going to allow that to happen. She stopped and took a sideway step, leaving space for the running man to pass. In the last second, she got her foot in his way making him stumble and fall to the sidewalk. — Hello, there — she said with a smile, the man turned on the floor and saw her above him. Y/n felt it or saw it, before it happened: the man taking out a gun. In a second, her own gun was out and pointing at him — You are so predictable — she wailed in exasperation, kicking him in the ribs and then leaning to take out the gun from his pants — Police, hands in the air — someone demanded and y/n turned to see a tall man with blond and silver hair. — Put the gun down — someone else yelled and Y/n saw a second man, hispanic, dark hair, frowning while pointing a gun at her, that took her by surprise. She looked down to the perp the policemen were following, then at the police, trying to understand what did he mean, she had his gun, he was harmless. — Oh, ohhh, you are talking to me — y/n realized as she put her gun down and back to her holster — Usually your kind don't yell at me — admited with a huff — you usually thank me — — Thank you? — the blond said as you stepped back, hands in the air. — Yeah, I mean — y/n pointed at the man that was still in the ground. — I got the bad guy — As she said that Benson got there — Rude — added a second before the woman said the words that would get her in trouble: "Cuff them both".

... Y/n took a sit in the interrogation room, the two men who had caught her were across the table. Her hands were still handcuffed, and they were asking questions as she played with the chain, making noises with it, trying to suffocate their voices and the oppressing feeling the room give her. "Who paid you to kill him? Who where you waiting for?" "If you have nothing to hide then speak, we only want to help you" Good cop and bad cop, y/n knew the drill. She had been a cop before going "freelancer". — wanna see a trick? — she asked after a long moment of awkward silence — one, two, three — she counted and pulled at the handcuffs to the sides. Nick Amaro and Sonny Carisi saw the handcuffs pass through her wrists, as if it was a hologram. But the handcuffs weren't holograms! — What...? — was Sonny stupified word at the trick, not believing what his eyes had witnessed. Nick extended a hand and took the handcuffs noticing that yes, they were tangible and no, she hadn't opened them. — look — she finally said putting her hands back inside the handcuffs, Nick looked at her hands and then at her face. — I wasn't going to kill Mr. Rapist-murder-to-go, I was waiting for the police who was running after him who turned to be you two — she pointed at them with hand guns — I'm Y/n Y/l/n, I'm a private investigator and a police counselor, I have help to solve some crimes of Hell's kitchen and Harlem, — — why didn't ya' said this before? — Sonny asked somehow relieved that y/n had decided to talk since he didn't had ideas to force her. — You weren't ready — y/n said in a defensive tone — and the D.A is here which means I don't have to repeat myself — she pointed to the one sided mirror and smiled — and since Rollins has my file, and they have corroborated my story, I guess I'm free to go — Nick looked at Sonny with doubt. And saw her once again get out of her handcuffs with no difficulty. — wait here — Nick said as he got out to talk to Sargent Olivia Benson, deciding to ignore what he had witnessed, it was a trick of the light that was it. — Look, I'll like to leave before my lawyer gets here — y/n pushed at Sonny as Nick was out, greeting Barba. — how is your lawyer going to know you are here? — he asked amused by her worry — He got super powers, and he's going to get mad at me for getting in the middle of police busyness, I also have superpowers, the superpower to feel danger, that's how I knew I had to stop the man who was running away— y/n confeased sounding like a crazy to Sonny and the D.A. — Mr. Barba, I'm not mentally unstable — — how did she knew? — Rafael Barba muttered behind the mirror — what is she? a Bruja? — he added sarcastic. Y/n inside the interrogation room scoffed. — Maybe a psychic — Rollins said smirking, Amaro frowned. — Maybe she just had a good hearing — said Amaro unhappy of how the conversation has developed — A witch, A psychic or good hearing? — she asked from her sit making the fourth people outside the interrogation room to look at her surprised — nice try — Sonny felt lost, not understanding what was happening, he was only hearing one side of the conversation and it didn't have a sense. — Miss Y/l/n, in what area do you give advise to the police? — the Half Italian asked making her focus on him rather than the D.A. outside the room — eh... It depends, I can go into details about the way of dying, I can find lost people and corpse — she counted putting fingers down in a hand — I can reveal the deepest desire of a murderer, find ways to crack said murderer, can make them snap and show the worst of them— — how do you do that? — Sonny was sincerely curious and Y/n smiled. — Well, I'm kind of like a witch, only I don't make potions— she stated with a smile — I have a great luck, I read auras, sometimes I even got to read people mind if I focus really hard and... — — wait you can read minds? — Sonny seemed horrified. — what...?— — are you thinking? — she completed the question and grinned— you think I...— she blushed and left the sentence incomplete, because the man had used a corny pickup line that had worked wonderfully on her — Detective, that's some serious accusations — she said in a flirty tone, making Sonny blush making him realize that she had "hear" him. — how is this possible? — he asked and she laughed amused by the question. — well it all started...— Y/n was cut short as a man entered the room, cane in a hand, red lenses, black tie, gray suit. — That's enough, Y/n — the blind man said with a friendly voice. — Murdock don't be mean, we are in the middle of something... — Y/n said with a polite tone, the attorney walked towards her an put a hand in her shoulder. — we're leaving, they have nothing on you — he explained and Y/n pulled at the handcuffs, making them rattle, Matt almost smiled. — Detective, would you mind? — Matt Murdock asked with a nod towards the handcuffs, Sonny released her without questioning. As they left, the D.A. recognized Matt. — Murdock — he greeted him coldly, but somehow with a splash of respect. — Barba — Matt answered in the same tone as he took Y/n arm, so she could lead him out. — Here — Y/n said offering her business card to the D.A. — I feel like you'll need me in a couple of months — she claimed with certainty — by the way, the man I caught has all the corpses under his basement, good luck — were his last words before Matt sighed in defeat and shook his head. — you can't just shut up, can you? — he wondered as they walked away, Y/n laughed and held the blind man's hand in hers.

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