#elana barth one shot

[storiesofsvu]

Plea Deals

Elana Barth x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink, praise, begging. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem 's bingo! Will potentially get a follow up piece, we'll see how motivated I am and how well this one does lol.

You’d known Elana for years, she’d consulted on a few of your cases, been a sounding board when she wasn’t the residing judge, prosecuting cases in her courtroom was nothing new to you. What was new to you was going up against her while she was defence counsel, seeing her strutting into the precinct in a fitted suit, rather than the usual modest robes. You were more than well aware that she’d stepped down from the bench post divorce, going back into criminal defence, but the entire attitude shift had taken you by surprise and it was safe to say that it got you more than a little flustered.

You managed to make your way through the first couple of stages with minor incidents, catching yourself before she could catch you and realize that your eyes were lingering on her hands, lips, hips, the curve of her chest daring to spill over the top of her shirt. You only fumbled over a couple of responses and held your own when it came time for arraignment, thankful to retreat to your office in peace to start on research and paperwork.

That of course, was until tonight.

You’d been working late, leaving the office much later than normal when your assistant finally returned with a handful of warrants and other paperwork you’d need to hand off to the defence. After flipping through them you realized Elana would likely need them tonight, or at the very least, want them sooner rather than later and rerouted your cab to her address.

“Well isn’t this a surprise.” She greeted with a smile when she pulled open the apartment door, her eyes slowly dragging up your body.

“Shit. Sorry, I should’ve called.” You did your best to ignore the fact that she’d already gotten rid of her blazer, the sleeveless blouse underneath exposing most of her collarbone, dipping down far enough you could almost make out the lace of her bra peeking from underneath it. Your own gawking distracting you from the level of gaze she had on you, “I just figured you’d want these before Monday.”

“It’s not a worry.” She replied, stepping back from the door, “come in.” You followed her into the apartment, letting the door swing shut behind you before she swiftly locked it, guiding you into the kitchen. “I just opened a bottle of wine, care for a glass?”

“Uh, sure.” You smiled across at her, letting out a low breath as you glanced around, now knowing you were alone together. Your bag found a home on one of the island stools while Elana poured out your wine, sliding the glass to you.

“Now what have you got for me that was so important it couldn’t wait?” She asked, raising a brow in your direction before taking a sip of her drink. There was a near teasing tone in her voice, she was sure whatever you had wasn’t something she was in dire need of, but the idea of you showing up at her apartment after sundown was one she’d been trying to figure out how to make happen for a while now.

“What?” Your brow scrunched, having completely forgotten why you’d come over in the first place, distracted by her before you remembered, “oh!” You quickly dug through your bag, pulling out the paperwork, “just a couple warrant copies, statements, witness list.”

“Hmm.” She accepted the papers from you, her eyes scanning through the text as she slowly flipped through them, leaving you to drink your wine in silence.

You took the opportunity to slip onto a spare stool, resting an elbow on the island as your eyes searched through her apartment, taking a moment to soak in how she decorated her private space. It was tidy, not too luxurious but very evident she had taste, you could see her blazer slung over the back of the couch, a take out container on the coffee table while the television softly droned on in the background. You began to wonder if you’d interrupted her dinner when she spoke suddenly.

“You need to relax.” She murmured softly and you whipped your head around to face her.

“What?”

“I said you need to relax.” She chuckled, “take your coat off, get comfortable. I did invite you in for a drink after all.”

You nodded, slipping the blazer off your shoulders, draping over the stool beside you with your bag as she continued to look through the files. Picking up your wine glass again you took a couple more sips, letting the liquor soothe through your body, your shoulders dropping as you began to take her words into consideration, relaxing with a soft sigh.

“The case isn’t stressing you out is it?” She asked, cocking a brow at you over the top of the file.

“No.” You shook your head, “I’m just drained, it’s been a long week with a heavy work load.”

“Hmm. Poor girl,” Her gaze turned back to the paperwork while her hand picked up her glass of wine, a small silence overtaking the room for a moment, “I do have to say, I’ve been impressed with your work so far. You did spectacularly at the voir dire and you’ve held your own when it comes to level of charges. You always seemed so nervous in my courtroom when I was on the bench, even if you were only up against a public defender.”

“Oh.” You let out a nervous laugh, “well, I mean.. you know how it is. Prosecutor wants to impress the judge, do a good job, get justice and all.”

“Mmm.” A grin snuck onto her lips, “yes, prosecutors do tend to thrive when praised.” You felt a blush creeping up the back of your neck, wondering just how much you should be reading into her words, hoping she couldn’t tell as you hid behind your glass of wine, shifting in your seat. “So I suppose you’re here to talk about plea deals?” She switched back to a more professional tone, tossing the folders down onto the island, “I’d be willing to settle for unlawful disposal of a body.”

“Oh come on.” You laughed, shaking your head at the smirk on her lips, the fact that she knew she was never going to get away with that, she was enjoying taunting you. “Murder two.”

“Man two.”

“I’d maybe be willing to plead you out to murder three, anger management, counselling and medication.”

“Hmph.” She took a sip of her wine, stepping towards you until she was so close you could feel her breath on your skin when she leant in, “if you want that, I want to hear you beg…”

You took a heavy breath, your eyes fluttering closed for a brief second while her perfume invaded your senses and suddenly she was all you could think about. You titled your head in her direction, catching her gaze still on you, head tilted and a near predatory look in her eyes.

“I don’t think we’re talking about work anymore...”

“Why bother when there are so many other beneficial things we could be doing right now?” Two of her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up to her, “if you happen to be interested?” She laughed, “though I’m sure you are, this paperwork easily could have waited until Monday, you could have sent it to my office, sent your paralegal, but you chose to bring your pretty self all the way over here instead.”

“Yes.” You nodded, probably a little too eagerly, “very interested.”

“That’s my good girl.” She practically cooed, smirking at the way your eyes widened, the way your lips parted, ever so slightly surprised at the quick praise. “But like you said, you aim to please, to impress, right?”

“Yes ma’am.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice at the change in demeanour.

“You’ll probably do whatever it is mommy asks, won’t you?” She chuckled softly when your eyes widened once again, “well, c’mere.” She crooked her fingers at you and you swiftly slipped off the stool, stepping toward her. Your breath hitched in your throat when her arm wrapped around your waist, her other hand sliding up your arm, fingertips tickling at your skin until it was cupping your cheek.

There was only a moment to prepare yourself before her lips were on yours and you let out a relaxed sigh into the kiss. Elena’s thumb gently stroked at your cheek as your lips moved together with grace, you could feel her other hand sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt, trailing across your back softly. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips and you were quick to part them, giving her access to your mouth as she completely dominated the kiss. She tugged you closer to her, almost rutting her hips against you and you let out a little whine that she swallowed down quickly, her lips curving up into a grin against yours.

Her hands settled on your hips, holding you tightly while her tongue explored your mouth, small moans murmuring through the room, trying to break free. Elana nipped at your lip, earning a whimper from you as she smirked, finally breaking the kiss for her lips to trace across your jawline and tease their way down your neck. She nuzzled across your pulse point, tongue sliding over your sensitive skin.

“Please…” you murmured, feeling yourself practically melting into her touch.

“Please what?” She purred back, her lips brushing against your skin when she spoke, “use your words pretty girl.”

“Please touch me.” You whined back and she chuckled, her hands pinching at your waist.

“I am touching you.” She taunted and you huffed.

“More. Please mommy…”

“Mmm..” her teeth nipped at your pulse point and you let out a gasp, “I was right, you do sound pretty when you beg.” Her hands ghosted up your sides, thumbs landing right under your and your body surged toward her touch, earning a chuckle from her before her thumbs brushed over your chest, flicking at your nipples through your clothing.

“More…” you repeated, a hint of frustration in your voice that Elana smirked at as she pulled away from the crook of your neck, glancing down at you with a hungry look in her eyes. She repeated the motion across your chest, thumbs searching out your nipples as they rubbed across your body before she pinched both of them, a gasp breaking free of your lips. Her eyes shot down as you shifted, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to get some form of relief, maybe even just friction.

“Oh sweetheart.” Her hands trailed back down your sides again, “I think what you really want is mommy touching that pretty little pussy, isn’t it?”

“Fuck…” you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, looking up at her wide eyed as you nodded, “yes. Please god yes.”

“Well then let’s get you to the bedroom, hmm?”

It was a flurry of movement down the hallway as Elana half guided half dragged you in the direction of her room while her hands roamed around your body, your lips searching the other’s out whenever there was a spare moment. The door swung shut behind you and she was stripping your clothes off you, fingertips leaving goosebumps across your skin as she began to explore, her lips either on yours or making home in the crook of your neck. Her teeth nibbled at your skin, tongue lapping across the bite marks, sucking at the spot and you knew you would be left with a mark the next day. Somewhere between peeling your clothes off and tossing your bra to the floor Elana managed to slip out of her own clothes, leaving her in her lingerie as she nudged you toward the bed.

“Lie back.” She purred, her fingers curling under the waistband of your panties as you did so, effectively tugging them down your legs. “So gorgeous.”

Elana pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle before her hands slid up your legs, parting them wide for her to kneel between. Her hands softly rubbed at your thighs, getting you used to her touch as she watched the way your breathing picked up, how your eyes were already fluttering and she’d barely touched you. Her eyes flicked down to your pussy, a smirk breaking out on her lips before she leant forward, cupping you.

“This wet already?” She taunted, “we’ve barely started.”

“Need you.” You replied with a whine.

“You wanted me to touch you, right?” Her hand ground against you and you gasped, “well I’m touching you.”

Your hips rocked up toward her, rutting against her hand, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit ground into the heel of her hand. She leant over you, her free hand groping at your chest, rolling the tender flesh between her fingers as you began to writhe underneath her. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy fluttering around nothing as your juices began to smear all over her hand. She let out a low laugh,

“Needy thing you are tonight.”

“Want you.” You replied, “need your fingers.”

“Where?” She asked, slowly dragging her hand up and down through your folds, barely daring to spread them open for her. “Just like this?” She watched as your breath hitched, your hands clawing at the bedspread in frustration.

“No.” You whined particularly loudly this time, “more!”

“I told you sweetheart; I want to hear you beg. Where do you want my fingers? I could stuff them in that gorgeous mouth of yours, have you get them nice and wet?”

“No!” You huffed, “need them in me.”

“So you do want them in your mouth?” She asked with a tease, daring to remove her hand from between your legs and you protested with a cry.

“Need them in my pussy!” You felt like your entire body was about to burst into flame, carnal desire tickling just under the surface of your skin. You were naked on her bed, you needed Elana to touch you, to really touch you, feel the way you could wrap around her fingers.

“Ah..” She gently swatted at your cunt, “there we go. You do want them here.” This time she traced her fingertips through your folds, spreading them apart, her middle finger daring to dip into you.

“Please…” you quietly whined, “please mommy. Need you to fuck me like this.”

“Yeah?” She sunk a single finger in, pulling a gasp from you as your back arched off the bed, “oh you really like this.”

“Mmhmm.”

She continued to slowly thrust the one finger in and out of you, feeling the way you were already pulsing around her, little gasps and moans leaving your lips, your hips chasing after the touch whenever she pulled it outwards. Deciding to give you more of what you wanted she slipped a second finger in, twirling the two of them around, reaching every inch of your inner walls.

“Oh god…”

“That feel good?”

“Yes..” you moaned, “oh fuck… don’t stop.”

Elana pumped her fingers faster, with more purpose, reaching deeper within you as your moans and groans got louder, your body shivering on the bed. Your juices were smeared all over her hand, leaking down her wrist and she knew you could take it, adding a third finger into your tight cunt. You let out a gasp, your hips jolting up toward her,

“Fuuck..”

“You want me to keep going?” She asked, nearly slowing her fingers and you whined.

“God yes. Please!”

“Just like this?” She replied, her fingers thrusting in and out of you with only a slight twirl, “or how about this?” She curled her fingers that time, hitting the overly sensitive spot inside your cunt and you cried out.

“Oh fuck! Right there!”

“Right there what?” She asked with a smirk, her hand stilling while her fingertips pressed the same spot and you whimpered.

“Do that again. Please!” You moaned and she thrust her hand again, curling her fingers with each pass over your g-spot.  “Yes! Oh god yes! Just like that…”

“Just this? Or would you like me to make you come?”

“Fuck.” You moaned, her words were nearly enough to get you off, but the feeling of her fingers deep inside your pussy was enough to drive you wild. The coil inside you curling tighter and tighter as your chest heaved, pleasure soaring through you. “Please, please…pleeease! Make me come.”

“I knew you wanted to be a good little pet and come for mommy.” She cooed.

She continued to plunge her fingers in and out of your wet cunt, curling with each thrust to hit right where you wanted. Her other hand pressed on your lower stomach, thumb reaching your clit to rub at it, starting slow and soft and working up to hard and fast. Your thighs were threatening to close around her as they trembled, your body shaking on the bed, hands gripping into the blankets as your moans got louder. Pleasure skyrocketed through you, your toes curling, hips shooting up off the bed and stilling as you hit your orgasm. Your cunt clenched down around her fingers, juices dribbling down them, leaking all the way down her wrist.

“Fuck!”

“Good girl.” She praised, her thumb brushing over your clit once more and you trembled, your breath shuddering as your body fell back into the bed. Elana kept her fingers pumping inside your wetness, slowing them down, fucking you through your orgasm until you’d finally caught your breath, no longer shaking in aftershocks. Pulling her fingers from your dripping pussy she brought them up to her mouth, lips wrapping around them while she let out a happy hum, sucking them clean. “Mmmm….”

“Christ…” You muttered, still panting as she dropped over you, caging you into the bed, “that was something else.”

“Oh sweetheart I am far from done.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, “you looked so pretty coming on my fingers I need to know just how much you’ll beg to come around my cock.”

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[baubeautyandthegeek]

Here And Now (All She Needs Is You) - Elana Barth/Elizabeth Donnelly

Warnings: Mentions a Gunshot Wound Summary: Set post Surrendering Noah. A lot of fluffy feelings and Donelly being soft for once. Written for part of @sweetprentiss​ ‘s Spring Has Sprung Celebration Bingo.

It’s quiet when Elana settles into Elizabeth’s bed, quiet and clearly considering her answer to what Elizabeth has asked. Wanting Elizabeth to stay isn’t a good enough reason for Elana to ask her to stay when the woman has a full day in court. She wants her to stay though, the shooting has left her tired and fragile… but she’s still not sure she’s brave enough to ask. “I’ll be fine, just go…” She means the words, even as she curls herself deeper into the sheets and soft pillows, thankful the wound is healing even if it hurts enough she can hardly sleep. She survived, it’s more than some people managed. Johnny D’s death is a small comfort. Elizabeth, however, looking down at the smaller woman, how tiny and delicate she seems, sighs. She can’t just leave her, even if she knows she should. Elana’s sea-colored eyes are full of exhaustion and the way her soft copper hair is mussed and tangled shows she isn’t doing so well. “No… they’ll have to put them off, or Lena can take the cases. I’m staying.” She moves away before Elana can complain, not seeing the small if reluctant smile that crosses Elana’s lips. It’s easy to put off several less significant cases onto family court and other courts, the rest are added to Lena’s load, Lena having had a light day before she called in. Elizabeth is quick to undress again, settling behind Elana in a simple sleep shirt, smiling softly when Elana shifts to tug her arm around her, letting her lips brush Elana’s shoulder, then ear. “Sleep Elana, I’m here now.” Elana shifts in her sleep several times, Elizabeth content to just watch her sleep, then, when Elana’s body shifts to she’s settled almost on top of her, she shifts to brush a soft hand over Elana’s back, waking her gently as her breathing hitches. “Hey… he’s gone babygirl, I’m here now.” They get up later, Elana smiling shyly at the sight of the soft sweats and t-shirt, accepting Elizabeth’s help to dress, following her downstairs slowly, content to curl into her sofa, noting Elizabeth’s smile and returning it softly. She’d always been terrified to admit how she felt, but she had run straight to Elizabeth after the shooting, needing to feel safe. She always felt safe with Elizabeth there. Lena comes by, late, bringing food and supplies, her smile soft at the sight of Elana curled into Elizabeth’s side. “I heard some a-hole shot my little one… you okay Elana?” “I’m fine.” Elana’s smile is softer still as she adds. “Liz is actually a pretty good carer, despite how tough she seems…” “Tell that to Novak…” Elizabeth’s voice is husky and Elana sighs softly. “She forgave you years ago… sometime around finally getting a ring on Cabot’s finger. You know that.” Lena’s smirk speaks volumes even as she excuses herself, kissing Elana’s cheek softly before leaving. “No more getting shot young lady, not if you intend to stay with our Liz…” Elana blushes but nods and smiles, letting Liz close the door before finally leaning up to kiss Elizabeth properly. “She’s right you know…I should stay… forever.” Elizabeth’s smile is softer and warmer than usual but she half-shrugs. “If you really want an old wreck for a wife…” “Hey, don’t talk about my fiancée like that… I love her and I won’t let you call her names. She’s perfect.” Elana’s smirk is gentle even as she adds. “Besides, we have a wedding to plan.”

#iv's spring writing challenge 2022 #law and order svu #elana barth #elizabeth donnelly #barthelly #elabeth #I wasn't kidding #my ships are wild

[especially-heinous-ada]

A Police Gala, pt. 16

Boom! APG is back, guys! I realize it has been far too long since I’ve added a new chapter, so for that, I apologize. I already have a part 17 storyline fleshed out to, hopefully, avoid that issue from happening with the next chapter haha. But, without further ado, part 16. Y/N and Rafael have finally made it to the courthouse in one piece, despite someone’s best efforts to prevent it. So begins the first day of the trial. Will Francis finally get his karma? And Y/N, her justice? 

As always, feel free to holla at me in the comments. I love to hear from everyone. I appreciate any support you guys give me in the way of likes, comments, and reblogs. (comments are my fave, though)

(P.S. I am a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to my writing and I definitely don’t feel like this is 100% my best work, but I damn sure tried to battle through some pretty powerful writer’s block and loss of motivation, so I’m pretty proud of it, regardless).

The room was overly warm, probably to counteract the frigid weather of early December in New York. It made you feel stifled, suffocated. You adjusted your collar as the DA chatted away about the process of the trial, when you’d be called, how you’d be sworn in, etc. The two of you had practiced scenarios in the time leading up to the trial, so you would know what kinds of questions to expect. Practiced direct and cross and re-direct and re-cross until long after the sun dipped low behind the horizon.  

You were an ideal witness, in the prosecutor’s eyes. Beautiful, likeable, personable, well-spoken. Credible. You came with a devoted following, who were all sympathetic. You had a true platform to speak out against domestic violence and abuse against romantic partners. They had forensics, witnesses—an endless stream of proof. This was the kind of case the DA’s worked their entire careers to get—the kind that caught national headlines. A special prosecutor was brought in for the duration of your case to avoid any insinuation of favoritism due to your relationship with Rafael, and extra precautions were taken to protect the validity of evidence and testimony. They could not afford to bungle a case like this one, under any circumstances.  

The stage was set. Time ticked away in a countdown to the start. Given the nature of the case, Francis had been escorted in first to avoid any unpredictable acts from him. Once the Defendant was in position, the bailiff came to tell them the Plaintiff and counsel could enter the courtroom. The special prosecutor looked at you. Asked you if you were ready. As you stood, you felt dizzy, but nodded. Your heart pounded so hard in your chest you felt as if it might break ribs.  

Rafael had to wait in the courtroom for you to enter. He fidgeted from his seat in the first bench behind the Plaintiff’s table. Liv was at his side. She put a calming hand on his shoulder and he glanced over at her with a look of worry.  

“Y/N will be alright, Barba. She’s tough. Smart. And she has the facts on her side.” Liv soothed. Rafael nodded, appreciating the sentiment. Though, it didn’t relieve his worry. He’d seen cases that seemed cut-and-dry as this one go terribly wrong before, and the stakes were higher this time. This time, it was personal.  

He wrung his hands before glancing up just in time to see you enter the room. You must have sensed his gaze because your eyes darted to meet his. You gave a meek smile and he blew you a kiss as you approached. You caught it and put it in your pocket, mouthing the words “saving it for later.”

The prosecutor held out a chair for you to take a seat and you slunk down into it gracefully. From across the courtroom, Francis stared daggers into you.  

Rafael frowned, his hands balling into fists. He could see you stare straight ahead as counsel leaned in close to you to speak. You nodded to whatever it was he’d told you and Rafael couldn’t help but wish he could be seated next to you at the Plaintiff’s table.  

Though he knew this special prosecutor’s track record well enough to know you were in good hands, he still had his reservations. It was the attorney in him, who always believed he could try the case best. That said, he also wasn’t a fan of just how close his lips got to your ears when he whispered to you. He did his best to quell the green monster growing in his thoughts, when the bailiff stood at attention and projected to the room:

“All rise!”

Everyone in the packed courtroom stood. Liv made her exit, leaving Rafael alone with his thoughts. The room grew silent as everyone knew the proceedings were about to begin. The judge entered the court room and took her seat.  

“The Honorable Judge Elana Barth presiding.”

“You may now be seated.” The Judge announced as she began to page through a stack of papers in front her. Not a soul spoke and the only noise in the courtroom was the sound of feet shuffling and benches creaking as people quickly sat, eager for the show to get on.  

“Case number XXXXX, The City of New York versus Francis Kerrigan Shaw.” The judge rattled off the charges against Francis and your mind drifted off elsewhere.  

The time was finally here. This was really happening. You couldn’t believe that Francis had the nerve to plead not guilty to his litany of charges when the evidence was so stacked against him.  

He must think he’s untouchable, you thought. You had to admit, you were afraid he’d be acquitted, even despite the sheer odds of it. After all, it wasn’t unlike the first time he’d had charges brought against him, and his lawyer had somehow managed to worm Francis out of that one, too.  

After some time, counsel launched into opening statements. You listened to the words coming out of the prosecuting attorney’s mouth, but they didn’t entirely register. It was almost as if you were in a dream. For god’s sake, you had just witnessed a man getting shot in cold blood earlier that morning, simply because he was walking alongside you. Now you had to sit here and pretend you were fine?

Not to mention the fact that soon you’d be forced to relive one of the most terrifying experiences of your life, whilst your attacker stared at you like he wanted to hungrily devour you, and his attorney grilled you as if you were the true criminal. How was this justice?

The whole day the two sides went back and forth—the prosecution asserting the truth, and Francis’s defense attorney attempting to artfully dance around it. He tried to allege that the entirety of this trial was revenge against Francis for the failed initial trial. Tried to paint you as a crazy, obsessed ex-girlfriend hell-bent on destroying Francis because he had turned you away. To further add to the victim act, he attempted to insinuate that you’d convinced the NYPD to falsify evidence and perjure themselves on the stand to help put Francis away, simply because you’d donated money to update the precinct.  

“The jury can’t honestly believe his conspiracy theory shtick…can they?” Your words start out confident, but end somewhat shakily. Your glance turns to the special prosecutor as your hand squeezes Rafael’s. The three of you were holed up in the office temporarily assigned to the attorney (who was borrowed from another district) while you waited out the media circus.  

“I highly doubt it,” he said, adjusting the little name placard on his desk. Jackson, it read. You’d never heard of him before, but Rafael seemed to know and approve of him. “They didn’t seem very responsive to his attorney’s assertions that you were a crazed ex-girlfriend. You were very articulate and composed on the stands—not to mention sympathetic. You were great.” He added for reassurance. You turned to Rafael, who nodded in accord.  

Not entirely reassured, you laid your head on Rafael’s shoulder and let out a breath so heavy that felt like years of your life escaping from your lips. Heaven knew the stress was getting to you. Spending the day in court was incredibly draining. It gave you a whole new level of admiration for Rafael; you couldn’t understand how he stood before juries day in and day out.

“Estás bien, Cariño?” He asked, a slight frown turning down the corners of his lips.  

“Estoy cansada. I just want to leave here, amor.” You said, closing your eyelids as they suddenly felt heavy as lead. It was the end of the first day, and you weren’t sure how you were going to survive it all, at this rate. You couldn’t even go back to Rafael’s apartment any time soon, due to the disaster that’d happened to Kazuma this morning. Rafael gave you a sympathetic pat on the back before standing. You followed suit. He bid ADA Jackson good night and promised to see him in the morning.  

As you left the room, Jackson called out to you to keep safe. You gave a halfhearted smile before walking out the door. In the hallway, the two of you met Nick, who was supposed to take you to your new safe house in an undisclosed location. With him were two unis, attempting in vain to hide their starstruck stares. If you hadn’t had such a terrible day, you might have attempted to be more cheerful and engaging, but right now all you could think about was curling up in bed next to Rafael.  

As soon as you walked out the courthouse doors, you were mobbed by the most insistent members of the paparazzi, who had refused to give up and gone home. They shouted at you and Rafael pulled you into him, protecting you from their hungry eyes. Nick walked before you, pushing through the crowd and the other officers flanked you.  

“Leave her alone,” Rafael called. “No comment.”  

After several minutes of pushing and shoving, you finally reached an unmarked police cruiser which had been waiting to pick you up, climbing inside in a hurry.  

The car ride felt like an eternity. The officers made small talk and an obnoxious pop song played on the cheap, stock radio of the cruiser. You slipped in and out of consciousness as you struggled to stay awake.

Rafael couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you nod off for the third time. He pulled you closer, letting you relax into him. You gave out a content little sigh in your sleep. It would be a bit of a ride; the driver was purposely going a roundabout way to avoid being followed from the courthouse to the new temporary home.

“How’s she holding up?” Nick asked, motioning to your sleeping form.

“She’s...doing her best.” Rafael answered. “All of this has been really hard for her, but she’s putting on a brave face.”  

“About your neighbor... I don’t think he’s the one who put out the hit.” Nick said, frowning, changing the subject. “I just keep thinking about it, and why would he step in front of her today, if he wanted her dead in that boutique? He could’ve just kept walking and let the bullet hit her. And from the ballistics, if he hadn’t stepped out, it was definitely going to. Plus, I mean—what reason would he even have?”

“But his DNA, Nick. DNA doesn’t lie.” Rafael said with an exhausted sigh. He didn’t need one of Nick’s paranoid conspiracy theories right now. What he needed was to get you to wherever the two of you were calling home tonight, so the two of you could curl up in bed and go to sleep.  

“Yeah, sure, that proves he’s a gang boss, but it doesn’t prove he’s the one who put out that hit.” Nick pressed.  

“Just drop it, Nick.” Rafael said, lowering his voice and giving Nick a warning glare. “The last thing we need is to give Y/N another thing to worry about.” Nick’s mouth hung open as if he were about to add something, but suddenly, the car jerked to a stop, indicating their arrival. Nick closed his mouth and climbed out of the car, stepping over to hold the door open for you and Rafael. You were still sound asleep, so Rafael lifted you out of the car and shifted you to carry you on his back.  

It was a pretty unremarkable building, though Rafael supposed that was a desirable trait in a safe house. Once again, Nick and the other officers surrounded you and Rafael as you made your way up to the unit, with Nick leading the way. After several flights of stairs, you finally reached your floor, stopping in front of an unremarkable doorway. Nick pulled out the key and opened it, entering the unremarkable apartment, with Rafael following close after.

“I’ve got it from here.” Nick announced to the unis as Rafael meandered away, looking for the bedroom. When he found it, he sighed in relief. He laid you down gingerly onto the bed before tucking you in underneath fluffy comforter, taking extra care not to wake you. They hadn’t brought extra changes of clothes for the two of you, as going back to your apartment may have caused the officers to be followed by anyone wishing you harm. Therefore, Rafael simply stripped down to his underwear before sliding under the covers next to you.  

“Mm.” You made a small noise as you stirred in your sleep. You could feel a source of warmth on the other side of the bed and you drew closer to it. Rafael chuckled as you threw a leg over his side, snuggling into the heat he radiated. Closing his eyes, Rafael allowed himself to be put at ease by your quiet breathing. Your hand on his chest trapped in his heat and it felt especially warm. He used these sensations to drown out his fears. He needed all the sleep he could manage for tomorrow.  

Next Morning

You felt the warmth of Rafael’s body—your back pressed against his front, with his arm flung over you. You became more conscious of all your senses as you slowly awakened. You could smell the last remnants of his cologne from yesterday. It was the same scent he’d worn the first night you met. You smiled as you remembered the feeling of him twirling you about the dance floor. Dipping you low. Although it wasn’t that long ago, it seemed like such a simpler time. The calm before Francis’s storm.

Francis.

Your eyes flew open and you sat up abruptly, causing Rafael to wake.  

“What time is it? Amor, wake up. What time is it?” Rafael groaned, rolling to the other side of the bed to grab his cell phone.

“Relax, Cariño, it’s--11:00?!” His eyes widened as he read the time. “Dammit. We were supposed to be into be in court two hours ago.”

“So you’re finally awake.” Nick chuckled as he strolled into the room, Liv in tow.  

“It’s not funny, Nick!” You exclaimed angrily. “You were supposed to wake us! What are we going to do now?!” It was rare that you ever truly grew angry, but right now, you were furious.

“Whatever you want.” Nick said, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally. Rafael scoffed incredulously. His gaze darted back and forth between Nick and Liv as he attempted to figure out how the two of them could have let this happen. And why Nick seemed to find it so amusing. Liv’s face bore a more stoic expression.

“Y/N can’t exactly just play hooky in the middle of her trial. What is going on here, Liv?” Rafael demanded.  

“We got a call from Rikers early this morning... Francis Shaw was found dead in his cell. Hanging.”  

#barba x reader #svu #fanfic #a police gala #part 16 #drama #angst #twst

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What wips do you have currently, and what's on your list to get to?

Woof. Loaded question.

Brb while i get the laptop & wip notebook out lol.

How do I even organize this?! LOL. okay, starting with what is already in word with a blurb/prompt/etc. I'll give ya the working titles/how i've referenced them if i have/if they provide context.

Addison Montgomery: -1 fluffy xmas related for bingo (holiday party i think? where the dr's meet reader for the first time)

Abigail Borin: 2 smut pieces

Rafael Barba: 1 smut, 1 angst based on Good For You(potential), Barba x the cam girl series,

Barhoun: 1 mini series, harvard au including carisi and amanda. 1 fluff, 1 poly fluff. 1 poly series where they meet reader at a sex club and show her what it's all about. 1 smut one shot involving some pegging. 1 poly!barhoun where they're struggling to make it work and realize a third is what they're missing.

Alex Blake: "fluff wip" no clue what that is lol. she's also got another series on the docket that i should probs start working on the outline for soon.

Calvak: girl dinner smut, it's nearly done.

this is gonna get long so keep reading lol

"Club Sandwich wip": yn's friends with JJ, has met most of the team over the years. she's casually dated both emily and alex, now she meets tara and emily teases her about who she's gonna take home and then comes up with a solution where she doesn't have to choose.

Emily Prentiss: halloween smut where new kinks are discovered, obvi Solace in Solitude is a wip, fluffy one shot where the team discovers emily's married for the first time, a s*gar m*mmy Emily x reader series that will likely be the next one i work on. There are 2 other series i've been thinking about that i can't really say too much without giving away the major plot points LOL.

Heather Dunbar: heather x the stripper series, heather & her plaything series, where she's married but her & rob have a relatively open arrangement, also xmas cards fluff piece for bingo. There's also a big political thriller style series I may delve into that would be poly jackie x reader x heather

Hotch: 1 smut piece for xmas bingo, 1 probably series ft hotch x jack's ft babysitter (like a full ass in their 30's childcare person, no huge age gap shit).

Also while we're talking about Hotchner's, I've got a couple of ideas for Haley Hotchner x reader series that would be a combo of fluff and hurt/comfort/angst.

Joe Velasco: a series AU where he never got out of the gangs, rises through the ranks to be one of the top guys. he and yn meet at a bar and she's not quite sure what he does. -Also a semi follow up to Under Over where they go UC together again but with the roles reversed, it might just be a one shot. -1 fluffy/semi smutty one shot where they're admitting feelings

Sonny Carisi: a hurt/angst piece where he and reader realize their relationship is over

Elana Barth: has a couple of smutty pieces, and some more req's in the ask box rn. and a series idea floating around

Olivia Benson: 2 smut, 2 angst/hurt pieces. One of which i'm attempting to focus on to get done lol.

Rita Calhoun series: x a make up artist who rita takes a liking to but reader is concerned she has a deal breaker. 1 mob boss rita AU. 1 vampire!rita AU (this one will feature the rest of the squad, all supernatural creatures and a crossover ft criminal minds)

Elizabeth Keane: 1 bingo one shot, 2 potential series.

Temily: 1 smut piece, 1 comfort fluffy piece

Tara Lewis: another couple of comfort fluffy pieces. i think there's a smut piece hiding somewhere too.

There's a handful of other random ideas ive had that i've scribbled down in word for series including various characters, another svu x criminal minds crossover. I've got an idea for an Amelia Shepherd series that I'm gonna start thinking more about after christmas.

And all of the above doesn't include what's currently sitting in my inbox lol.

I'm going to continue focusing on one shots over the xmas season esp with the extra responsibilities at work. So if there's something specific you want to see first, lmk and if you want it really bad/faster, you know where to buy me a kofi.

#svu #law and order svu #criminal minds #rita calhoun #house of cards #calvak #ncis #temily #emily prentiss #barhoun #joe velasco

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Elana Barth Masterlist

One Shots:

Plea Deals**

Headcanons/Drabbles:

SFW Alphabet

Series:

#elana barth #elana barth x reader #law and order svu #law and order #svu #law and order special victims unit