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Also, translations are under this read more:

Sono pazzo di te = you drive me crazy

Voglio sentirti sulla mia pelle = I want to feel you on my skin

Facciamo l’amore = let’s make love

Sono tutta bagnata = I’m so wet

Sei Bellissimo = you’re handsome

I’m not 100% sure those are accurate, hopefully they’re not awful! I did a ton of googling, but just in case they’re wrong, I’m sorry to anybody who speaks Italian!!

Christmas in Vermont for those of you who love fluffy Olitz just as much as I do!

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Christmas in Vermont for those of you who love fluffy Olitz just as much as I do!

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Ahhhh! This is too sweet, thank you so much. I wish I had the time/motivation/ability for that, but it’s such a huge compliment regardless! I posted the new update last night and *spoiler alert!* things are much better, so hopefully you’ll like it!

A very, very, very long overdue update… I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to disappear for almost a year, I swear! 

I know this one isn’t an easy read. I wanted to get it right because it’s such a delicate subject and I really hope I did it justice. Let me know what you think.

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Thanks for being so sweet/thoughtful with your responses to the last chapter! This one’s a lot lighter and I hope you like it.

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A very, very, very long overdue update... I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to disappear for almost a year, I swear! 

I know this one isn’t an easy read. I wanted to get it right because it’s such a delicate subject and I really hope I did it justice. Let me know what you think.

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Here’s a sneak peek of something I’ve been working on. It’s canon up to just before the end of 2x07, but the assassination attempt on Fitz never happened and Olivia ended up marrying Edison. This takes place around 5/6 years after that.

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It’s a universal truth that New Year’s Eve is overrated, but even more so for a divorced former President of the United States.

It takes a lot of persuasion, along with the promise of not having to attend another Beene-Novak party for at least a year, and a few glasses of a 1945 single malt scotch he’d gifted to himself for Christmas before he eventually drags himself out of his D.C. hotel.

Barely five minutes after arriving at the party, Fitz spots her alone at the bar, nursing a tumbler of whiskey.

He watches her for a while, pretending to be engaged in conversation, but Cyrus notices his distracted gaze. He only rolls his eyes, pats Fitz on the back and then he’s whisked away by James to deal with - in his words - a ‘champagne emergency.’

With nothing holding him back he crosses the room, weaving between the crowds of people celebrating and ignoring those who try to grab his attention until he's standing behind her. Suddenly he feels paralyzed; in the years they've spent apart he realizes he doesn't remember how to speak to her, like the words are lodged in his throat.

Before he has a chance to retreat and collect himself, she turns on her heels and her surprised dark eyes immediately lock onto his.

He takes in her appearance from her longer hair, styled in big, loose curls, to her skintight black lace dress, hugging every curve in the most tempting ways, then back up to her plump red lips, parted in shock, and her deep brown eyes framed with thick lashes. Something changes in her expression and he catches the exact moment her guard goes up when her gaze turns distant and she extends a hand to him.

“Mr. President, it’s good to see you.” She’s being cordial, polite, ever the professional.

He stares blankly at her for too long, then blinks and takes her hand in his to shake it. Two can play at this game.

“Olivia Pope.” His smile is forced and he hopes she doesn’t see through it. He mentally chastises himself; of course, she sees through it.

"I had no idea you'd be here, this is quite the surprise," Olivia says softly, lifting her glass to her lips and he's sure he sees her hand tremble a little.

"I'm in D.C. for the week, visiting the kids for the holidays, working," Fitz explains nonchalantly, trying to keep it casual. "How have you been?"

There’s a flicker of something in her eyes, like she doesn’t know how to answer, but then she smiles faintly. “I’ve been fine, busy. You know how it is.”

He can see the strain in her smile, the way she can’t quite meet his gaze because she shouldn’t just be fine for five years. She knows that, too. But in the blink of an eye, she pulls back some composure, taking another sip of whiskey.

“I heard about your foundation, you’re doing amazing work.” There’s a warmth in her gaze that he instantly recognizes as genuine admiration and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself grinning at her.

“Yeah, it’s tough and I know we’re only just beginning but I’m already proud of what my team and I have achieved helping people.”

“You should be proud.” I’m proud. She doesn’t say it, but she doesn’t need to; he can see it written all over her face.

“What about yourself? Still running things at O.P.A.?” He watches as there’s a lapse in her barely-there composure and a glimpse of surprise flickers in her eyes. Surprise and… disappointment?

“Yeah, we’re busier than we’ve ever been.” She swirls the whiskey in her glass distractedly and takes a sip again. “Things got so crazy that we had to take on a new guy, Marcus Walker, and I asked Stephen to come back too. I’m looking at new office spaces right now.”

“That’s great, Olivia. I’m happy for you.” His mouth breaks into an earnest smile; the kind that used to be reserved exclusively for her. “Perhaps we could catch up sometime? I’m going to be in D.C. more often this year.”

“I…” Her hesitation isn’t lost on him and he’s just waiting for her to say I don’t think that’s a good idea or I’m sorry, I’m busy, I can’t. But instead, she surprises him. "I'd like that."

She retrieves a business card and a pen from her clutch, and he watches as she scrawls her personal cell number on the back. When she hands it to him, her eyes finally meet his again and they’re glittering with nervous excitement.

“I’ll call you when I’m back in California later this week.” He tucks the card safely into the pocket on the inside of his tux jacket.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

They share a moment of weighted silence, then she swallows the remaining contents of her glass and places it on the bar.

“Happy new year, Mr. President.”

Just like that she disappears to mingle in the crowd, leaving him feeling more alive than he has in five years.

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I know it’s been months but I wanted to thank you all for the kind messages and comments. It’s beyond appreciated, you’re all sooo sweet!

I’ve finally got a new computer - it’s not ideal but my laptop couldn’t be fixed, so I’ve still lost all my files... but I have a handful of little unfinished fics I’ve been slowly writing (I’ll be posting a snippet right after this). 

As much as it pains me I’m going to have to rewrite the next installment of It Ends With Us, but I have to be honest, as far as Scars We Carry is concerned I’ve totally lost my way. I’ve tried to figure it out but I have no idea where I want it to go, I’m not feeling the ending I had in mind anymore. I’m going to go through it this week to edit it because I know there are a ton of mistakes, perhaps it’ll spark up some inspiration for me. If any of my readers have any ideas or thoughts on how they’d like things to come to an end, please feel free to drop me a message/PM, it’d be super helpful!

tl;dr: I know it’s been forever, but I’ve missed writing Olitz and I’m happy to finally be back!

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Hey!

So I just wanted to drop in and say I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth. I hope you guys are doing well. My mental health has been really awful lately and I’ve found it more difficult to write than usual, so I’ve been brainstorming ideas and I’ve actually come up with a few... but surprise surprise, I’m having laptop trouble again and I need to get it repaired, so there’s only so much I can do from my phone. Here are a few updates:

- I had written most of the next part of It Ends With Us before my laptop broke and I was happy with it, so I don’t want to rewrite. I’ll finish it when I get my laptop fixed, which may take some time and I apologize for that.

- I’ve started writing a future chapter of IEWU because I had the idea come to me finally (without saying too much it’s adorable and I think you guys will love it when I can finally post it!)

- I came up with a basic outline for a relatively short AU fic (maybe 4 chapters), where Fitz was never shot and Liv ended up with Edison (he wouldn’t feature at all, don’t worry lol). If there’s interest I might explore it.

- I’ve also been writing and developing the hook up app fic I posted a preview of a while ago. I fully intend to finish/post it but it might be a lot longer than I originally intended - I’ve not abandoned it!

- I haven’t abandoned Scars We Carry either. I may be frustrated by it, but I promise I have no intentions of leaving it without an ending. It’s on hiatus for now.

There are a couple other one shot ideas I have buzzing around my head, but I think that’s all for multi chaptered fics. My absence/silence doesn’t mean I’ve quit, I’m just going through a lot and this year has been spectacularly hard, but I’ve always used writing as an outlet, when I can. I may not update as often as I wish I could and sometimes it’s just really hard to get the words out, so it may look like I’ve given up, but I love to write and I just wanted to let you guys know that!

I can’t promise it’ll be anytime soon, but I can promise I’m working on some things and I’ll hopefully be posting again in the near future.

xo luna

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Fitz truly loves Olivia 

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Kerry slaying at the Broadway Audience Awards……

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Man, I miss them!

MY WHOLE HEART 😩😍 They are definitely in one of their little arguments 🤣

photo via: @scandalprops

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Here’s the rest of the one shot I posted a snippet of the other day. Enjoy!

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I think so too! I have a basic plot outline and if anybody has any ideas or could help me brainstorm, I’d appreciate the help. Please IM me or drop me an ask!

myvettgirl replied to your post: Question of the Day

A “Pretty Woman” scenario where olivia is a prostitute/call girl and Fitz ends up falling for her. If there’s not already a story like that out there.

So far, we only know about Brave by iloveolitz.  But if anyone needs some inspiration… 

Thanks for commenting, @myvettgirl

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I’ve had an idea in my head for a while with a very, very loose interpretation of this. I must admit I’m tempted to give it a try now that I’ve been reminded of it...

myvettgirl replied to your post: Question of the Day

A “Pretty Woman” scenario where olivia is a prostitute/call girl and Fitz ends up falling for her. If there’s not already a story like that out there.

So far, we only know about Brave by iloveolitz.  But if anyone needs some inspiration… 

Thanks for commenting, @myvettgirl

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I was just looking through my documents and found this. I wrote it before I started the It Ends With Us series with the intention of it being a sort of a prologue/prequel to that, but I never posted it because I wasn’t entirely happy with it.

Here’s a little taster, it’s kinda rough but if you guys like it I might post the rest. Let me know! @douxbebearchives

Two and a half weeks have passed since Olivia last spent the night with Fitz and it’s the longest amount of time they’ve gone without having sex since their reconciliation. They’d been alternating between staying at her apartment and his hotel room, but following a ten day visit to France, Italy and Japan he had to make, they’ve both been too busy to line their schedules up and fit in some time with each other.

It’s not like they haven’t been able to cope with distance before, but now that there’s nothing standing between them and they’re able to be a couple out in the open, she’s feeling the strain. They’re going to be seeing each other in a few days, but it just isn’t soon enough for her. Frankly, she’s restless with need for him and after tossing and turning in bed for a solid hour, she switches on the lamp sitting on the nightstand and reaches for her cell.

She forgoes texting him, instead typing a message into the encrypted app Quinn had installed on both of their phones, claiming they’d absolutely be thanking her later.

What are you doing right now? Miss you.

Fitz responds almost instantly and she can’t help but smile when her cell buzzes with a series of messages.

Oh. So we’re finally messaging here… I see.

I’m still at the office.

The jet lag is really kicking my ass but I have a ton of projects Marcus has lined up, so I’m reading through the proposals now and deciding what to take on.

And I miss you too. So goddamn much.

Olivia types two replies quickly, absentmindedly brushing her tongue at the corner of her lips.

It’s almost midnight, go home Fitz… Or better yet, come to my apartment.

I didn’t realize how cold it would be without all the furniture in it, but it’s so lonely and empty now that I’m almost done packing.

She sprawls out, spreading herself across her sheets, sending another quick message.

Guess what I rediscovered when I started boxing up my clothes…

It takes a couple minutes for him to respond and her phone vibrates again.

I wish I could but I can’t, baby. I have a meeting in the morning.

Plus I told you I could hire some people to help you pack.

Did you find more high heels and coats than any human being needs?!

Olivia snaps a picture, perfectly framing her body in the shot, making sure to capture parted lips. She writes a short caption to go along with the photo.

Sure you can’t come over?

Within ten minutes her phone buzzes with a call and she smirks triumphantly, knowing her photo has had the desired effect on Fitz.

“You don’t play fair, Livvie.” He whines as soon as she answers his call.

She giggles at his expense, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m in my office, trying to work and you send me a photo of yourself wearing that lingerie set, knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I just thought you’d want to reminisce… I did wear this the first night we spent together, you know.” Her lips curve into a dark smile as she slides a hand down, brushing her fingertips over the lace waistband of her white silk panties.

“Of course I know. You’re a fucking tease, baby.” Fitz huffs out a sigh of a frustration and it just makes her want to torment him more.