Olivia hates her professor. Sometimes she wishes he'd just disappear. But when an emergency strikes he proves to be a blessing in disguise. (AU Olitz)

The year is 1971 and USS Independence is docked in Norfolk, VA for a week. Aboard is Naval aviator officer Fitzgerald Grant, looking to shake off the sea. Taking up an offer from a friend, Fitz heads up to the declining D.C, a world away from anything he's ever known, where he runs head first into a tiny woman with big dreams.

Fitz and Olivia are on the outs. Can they make it back to each other before Christmas?

AU. Olitz. A priest & a Pope find there's more to life than just loneliness and heartbreak.

AU. "When are you gonna run away with me, Olivia Pope?" Fitzgerald Grant asked for the thousandth time in the span of twenty minutes.

Two broken hearts, twelve shots of tequila, and a night they won't forget. #Olitz always.

she's far more courageous and gutsy than he'll ever be. and for that, he's thankful. au olitz. implied violence.

Olivia and Fitz have a bit of an unconventional Christmas. For the Tumblr challenge/prompt. Set pre-season 1.

AU. Love, real love, is not easily shed.

He's the good boy, she's the bad girl. They're headstrong and their hearts are gone, but the timing's never right. AU. Young!Liv & Young!El

You tremble, partly from anticipation and partly from fear. Not fear of him, but fear of how deep in with him you are. (Solely EO smut, won't even lie.)

"You're just saying that to pacify me. I saw the way she looked at you." Olivia is jealous. AU; post season 9.

/It's the summer of 1984 and 16 year-old Olivia Benson is spending it on the Jersey coast with her mother. Her hair is long, her shorts short, and her thoughts yet to be tainted by a dark world. She has all the reason in the world to smile; she's young, beautiful, & intelligent. But not all is as rosy as it seems. / Teen trope. Summer love. EO pairing. Semi canon compliant.

Snowball fights, blue ball jokes, wall sex, and Mu Shu Pork. EO does Christmas.

/Like any new mother, you fawn over your baby. Everything about her is perfect and brand new. She's a clean slate; the best of life with ten tiny toes and ten tiny fingers./ Insights into Serena Benson's psyche as she prepares to give birth her to her daughter.

"You nod knowingly because you get it. You do. You and Voight, you're cut from the same cloth. You're like two dogs, traipsing down a well beaten path; two wounded warriors, veterans of the streets, who still get up everyday and blaze into battle even when exhaustion rots your bones." Benson & Voight have a late night conversation. Post Yates with references to my first Benoight.

If it comes down to choosing between his unborn daughter and the love of his life, he'd rather find a way to sacrifice himself in their place. AU set in the same world as my previous fic "It's My Party."

Post ep. Burned. They never went for that early breakfast.

It's just one night between two friends. Post Crossover. Benson/Voight with mentions of Rollaro.

Olivia is his Achilles heel, and the more time they're together, the more he realizes this. She's a force in her own right, one that comes and goes in waves. Like a riptide that he's more than willing to drown in. [A series of EO related one-shots set from 1999-2012]

Post-ep. Hammered. "In the years he's known her, coveted her in the secret confines of his most intimate thoughts, he's never seen her like this."

Olivia only wants two things for her birthday. One of those things involved her husband, naked and moaning. The other involved her daughter, some gummy bears, giggling, and a Disney film. But the best laid plains of mice and (wo)men often go awry. Three-shot. Post season 9 AU.

/She fists his shirt, searching for absolution as she presses her body firmly into his. He is her port, her anchor, and the storm inside of her is raging. The tears are endless and her throat raw./ Olivia's had one hell of a day, but leave it to her Superman to save her.

Two nights ago she'd been in her apartment, wrapped in Brian's arms, and enjoying her day off. Now here she was, sitting on the couch in her ex-partner's apartment in Brooklyn, listening as he confirmed his daughter's words. He was a walking dead man. [CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED]

He tries to guide her down on the bed and onto her back, but Olivia doesn't budge; there's something far too intimate; too trusting about the missionary position for her tonight. And its not that she doesn't trust Cassidy, its that she doesn't trust anyone. She needs to be in control, and she doesn't need intimate. She needs dirty, rough, and disconnected – pure unadulterated lust.

/Bright baby blues stare back at her and Olivia tries her damnedest to deny the hold that those Betty Davis eyes on her. She came here to yell, to throw a fit like a petulant child and have it out on the behalf of her stitched together heart, but with one look she's failing fast./ AO set in season 10 after Alex's return. One shot.

"Good evening, or morning. Whatever. This is a PSA from your girlfriend to let you know that she wants to feel your hands all over her body, especially on her ass while she's grinding against your naked body and tasting you. Come over." Liquid courage, it was a thing of wonders. [CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED]

Time passes slowly in a continuum while she's seated atop the chaos that's become the floor of her bedroom. It's not until a strong pair of arms hoists her upwards and a thick Brooklyn accent hits her ears that she finds herself able to unravel from the ball she's locked herself in. [EO Set Post Surrender Benson, sometime during Imprisoned Lives]

Four snapshots, excerpts if you will, of the thirteen year up and down relationship between one stubborn detective, and one relentless ADA. "I love you, Olivia Benson. I love everything about you . . . You just have to stop running from me and let me love you."

"She's like the wind, a force of nature coming and going whenever it pleases, and each time taking a bit of him with her. The yearning in his chest grows, outweighing any shame his catholic guilt tells him he should feel for staring at her . . . " Elliot watches Olivia sleep (in a non-creepy way, promise). Originally written anonymously for catsandsvu or oliviatlantis on tumblr.

Their love story had been unconventional; the woman who didn't think she was worthy of love, but wanted it more than anything, and the seemingly stoic ice queen who only focused on winning cases - statistics

It has been seven years since Fitz found out about Defiance, and seven years since Olivia Pope became Olivia Davis-Pope, wife and mother. But what happens when Karen invites Olivia to her wedding, and the father of the bride asks Olivia for just one minute of her time? They say time changes everything, can time change love? [CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED]