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Sunday

warning: minors dni, fingering, oral (f receiving), brat behaviour (if you squint), OC

Rafael Barba was devoted to his work. It was something Céline admired but hated at the same time. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and most people were outside, enjoying themselves. But, here she was, at One Hogan Place, bored and frustrated (even though it was her choice to tag along).

His gaze bounced from file to file, digging for the slightest opening that would allow him to tear down the defense, and then there was Céline, pushing around his coffee cup to get his attention.

“Cariño, no.”

“But I’m bored, Rafi,” Céline whined with a pout, batting her eyelashes. 

Her twinkling doe-like gaze made Rafael swallow hard. It was a tactic that usually worked so easily – the last time she made this face, he called in sick – but, this time, his focus remained unshakeable. “And, if I recall correctly, you promised to behave,” he hummed, shifting through the photos of the crime scene.

Céline huffed, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. “Then I’d like to add one condition.”

“And that is?”

“I want you to touch me, that’s all I ask.”

“Querida, you know that’s a lie.” The look Rafael gave her made Céline grin, knowing how each time she innocently asked for something simple, it always led to Rafael ruining his suit and rescheduling whatever he had planned.

“Just your left hand, hermoso, and I'll let you work.”

The pet name made the corner of his lips twitch. “Fine,” he conceded, undoing the cuff of his left hand, rolling the sleeve up. Who was he to deny her, well, anything?

Excited, Céline quickly cleared a small portion of his desk and sat on it, hoisting her skirt up, her legs spreading so naturally. Rafael felt breathless when he saw that she was bare, her slit already glistening.

“You were never planning on behaving, were you?”

“This is me behaving,” she said, pecking his lips playfully.

A soft moan left her lips as she watched him coat his fingers with his spit before slowly plunging them into her cunt – he groaned at how easily they slipped inside her. She shuddered at the sensation, his fingers pumping in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit, bringing her tad bit closer to the high she seeked. 

Eventually, Rafael’s focus completely shifted, zeroing in on the DD5 he was reading. His thumb no longer working, his fingers gradually slowing down. Howcer, his focus was back on Céline when he felt her hands on his wrist, trying to fuck herself with his hand. Nothing coherent came out of her mouth, just a string of whines and broken sobs, unshed tears in her eyes.

Rafael was entranced by the sight, his pen dropping from his grip, his cock twitching. He took his hand away, making Céline babble incoherently as she tried to put his fingers back inside, but he swallowed all of her sounds by kissing her, gently pushing her down. His hand caressed the curve of her neck before squeezing her tender breast, eliciting a loud moan from her.

A string of saliva connected them as he pulled away and her eyes were glassy, completely dark with arousal. She was far too gone to even form a thought. He gave her a crooked smile as his hands spread her legs further apart, his face inching towards her core. Her heart hammered against her ribcage with anticipation.

Rafael decided to punish her for a bit, peppering the insides of her thighs with fluttering kisses, nipping at the soft skin. Her hand found purchase on his hair, trying to bring his mouth to her cunt. When he felt her trembling, a string of cum dripping down to the desk, he finally gave her one long lick, lapping up her juices. Her choked cry echoed loudly in his office, her thighs squeezing his head. Pushing in his fingers at the same time he caught her clit between his teeth, tugging, her back arched as she pulled on his hair..

He sucked on her clit, curling his fingers, brushing against that spot. Céline saw stars, her ears ringing, as she began to beg. “O-Oh my god, R-Rafi. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“Please what, cariño” Rafael asked, his warm breath fanning against her sensitive, swollen clit. “Use your words. Tell me what you want, querida.”

“Please, let me cum. I promise to behave. Please, let me cum. Please.”

“Good girl.”

Céline felt the knot in her stomach tightening at the wet suction of Rafael’s mouth and his fingers stretching her, bullying that spot again and again. She clenched around his fingers, hips rocking against his hand, and she felt him smile against her cunt, sliding a third finger, chasing the air out of her lungs. 

At that moment, Rafael couldn’t bring himself to care that some of the files were ruined with her tears, drool and arousal. All he could hear was their erratic heartbeats, the sinful sounds her wet cunt made each time he moved his fingers, and all he could see was Céline, completely at his mercy.

When the knot in her stomach finally snapped, her eyes rolled back into her head. Another broken cry left her lips as she convulsed, tears streaming down her face and onto the pile of documents.

As he stared at her shaking form, her blond hair spread like a halo, her cheeks a soft shade of pink, she looked so devilishly angelic. There she laid on his desk, completely ruined, while he, too, was ruined, for his sharp mind could only think of the ways he could have her begging for more. But he contented himself with licking her clean, his hands forcing her legs open whenever she tried to close them.

“I love you, querida, but you’re banned from coming into the office with me from now on,” Rafael said as he carried her to the couch, gently laying her down.

A crooked smile spread on her face. “Fair enough.” She didn’t refute the ban knowing that she could have it revoked whenever she wanted. Before he could leave, she caught him by his tie and tugged him downwards, catching his bottom lip with her teeth before kissing him. Tasting herself on his lips made her insides coil, but she released him with a simple peck on the lips. “Have fun,” she whispered coyly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

It was only when Céline fell asleep, a blanket draped over her, that Rafael was able to pick up his pen again. But as he stared at his legal pad, trying to read what he had jotted down, all he could think of was the taste of her cum on his tongue.

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LOVING the Charlotte fic! Just one thing — Maureen is the oldest Stabler child. Not Kathleen! She’s second oldest.

ooooh my bad. thanks for letting me know anon! imma go fix that right away.

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The Poisonous Apple

Loving a man who despised himself was crushing her soul. But Charlotte couldn't bring herself to leave, not when he was using her, not when he was breaking her and using the pieces to heal himself.

Pairing : Elliot Stabler x OC Tags/Warnings: Angst, hint at sexual relationship, toxic relationship, pregnancy, i love Elliot but he really has his moments

Unedited

Part I - II - III

Part IIII ↓

"Breakfast!"

Hearing Casey's voice, Charlotte groaned in her pillow, wanting to sleep a bit longer. The mouthwatering scent of fresh pancakes paired with her cousin's impatience were motivation enough to get going, as she somehow found the strength to kick away her warm duvet and detach herself from her bed.

A soft Edith Piaf song filled the house, the curtains wide open, sunlight warming every corner of her apartment. It was a stark contrast of the cave Charlotte had been hiding in, and it certainly helped her feel less depressed. It helped her feign normalcy.

"Took you long enough," Casey said as she placed a full plate in front of her. "Pancakes, eggs and sausages. I even went all fancy and chopped up some chives too."

"I'm glad you didn't burn down the house," Charlotte mused, picking up her fork.

The red head woman gave her a look, seemingly offended by that particular remark. "I actually got you decaf coffee but you don't deserve it. You're going to drink water like a peasant."

"Inhuman treatment from an ADA, I'm calling the press."

"Shut up and eat your food before I take that away as well." Casey snorted when Charlotte guarded her plate like Gollum and sat down to eat as well. “You’re coming back to work today, right,” she asked.

“Ran out of sick days,” Charlotte shrugged, “And God knows I need the money.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re coming back but you can take a longer absence if you need. I’ll talk to HR, and as for the money, you know my money is your money, Lottie.”

“I can’t hide forever, Casey. Gotta woman up and be strong for my baby.”

Charlotte laid a hand on her yet flat stomach, still in awe that there was a life growing inside her. A life that clung onto her when she was hurting herself, a life that was completely dependent on her, and she didn’t want to hurt it more than she already had.

“Do you want to keep the baby, Lottie,” Casey asked, masking the despair in her voice. 

Charlotte gnawed on her bottom lip. “I know I’m not ready for a child, but I can’t even think of getting an ab-” the word got stuck in her throat. “I think I want to keep the baby.”

“Okay.”

Casey covered Charlotte’s hand with hers, a silent promise that she had her back no matter what.

-*-*-

Returning to work was brutal. But, thanks to Carmen’s end of the day notes, Charlotte was able to catch up quickly on Casey’s ongoing trials and everything she needed for them.

Between Casey who needed the DD5s from SVU and Carmen who had to pick up the forensic reports from Homicide, Charlotte ended up being the courier of the day. She wanted to thank Carmen somehow for covering for her these past few weeks, helping out Casey, and this was the only form of gratitude that she was willing to accept (after much insistence on Charlotte's behalf).

There was a chance that she would run into Elliot, and it did make her feel nervous, but she figured they both valued their job too much to cause a scene, and she wanted to learn to be indifferent towards him. To test herself.

Exchanging greetings with some uniform officers she recognised, Charlotte took the elevator instead of the stairs like she usually did. Given the recent incident, she figured it would be safer this way. With a ding, the elevator came to a halt and slid open. The sound of rapid talking, loud protests from perps, the smell of burnt coffee, the bullpen was a constant, buzzing like it always did.

Olivia spotted her first and waved, a warm smile on her face. “Charlotte, good to see you! Heard about your accident. How are you feeling?”

“Much better. Nothing a few good nights of sleep couldn’t fix,” Charlotte answered. Her gaze unnaturally avoided Elliot who was staring at her like a hawk. “I’m actually here to pick up yours and Fin’s DD5s.”

"Hey Charlotte," Fin greeted from his desk. "I'll print it out right now."

"Hey kiddo," John also gave her a wave even though his focus remained on the screen of his computer, grumbling under his breath.

"Mine's right here," Olivia said as she pulled a manila folder under a monstrous stack of open folders on her desk. “You know, if you don't feel like coming all the way down to the precinct, I can bring it over."

The subtle look the detective gave her made Charlotte realise that this was her way of showing support, a gesture that was much appreciated. She appreciated that Olivia was a girl’s girl.

“I like picking up and delivering stacks of papers. Feels like playing hooky,” Charlotte said in a playful tone. "Thanks Olivia."

"Want some coffee while you wait," Olivia offered as she got up. "I know our coffee's terrible compared to what you have at the office, but if you need a caffeine fix, I could get you a cup."

"Oh, it's-"

The sound of metal clinking against the floor and the sound of gun cocking made Charlotte spin around. A man, now free from his cuffs, had taken the gun that was resting at the hip of an uniform officer and slammed down the butt against his temple.

His wild eyes wandered and settled on Charlotte. Before anyone could react, he roughly pulled her towards him, wrapping his arm around her waist, the gun now pressed against the side of her head.

All of the detectives in the bullpen stood and pointed their guns at the man and the commotion brought Cragen out from his office, who stared at Charlotte in panic.

Despite the warnings, the man's hold only tightened and Charlotte tried to pry away his arm, to no avail.

"If anyone even takes a step towards me, she gets a bullet in her brain," the man shouted, emphasising the 'bullet' part by drilling the barrel of the gun into her temple. She grimaced at the pain. "You let me walk out of here, and I'll let her live."

And here she thought running into Elliot was going to be the worst thing that could happen to her.

But still, Charlotte laughed. "You chose the worst person to take hostage."

"Shut up!"

"I'm the cousin of an ADA, and I'm pregnant. Even if these people fail to save me, they sure as hell will catch you. And then, at your trial, what would the grand jury say if you tell them you took a pregnant woman hostage and killed her in cold blood along with her unborn child? You're staying behind the bars for the rest of your miserable existence. And my cousin? She'll do everything she can to make you wish that you were dead."

"I don't care if you're some fancy ADA's family. I will kill you!"

No one had a clear shot, not as long as the man held her at gunpoint. He was clearly deranged, unstable. Pleading for her life would go deaf on his ears. So, Charlotte tried the opposite, hoping it would get him to react somehow.

"Go ahead, pull the trigger then. You wanna act all tough? Think you'll prove something by killing a defenceless pregnant woman? Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Come on, shoot me. Shoot me" Charlotte taunted, mocking. Unbeknownst to her, Elliot's grip on his gun tightened, his mouth going dry, praying she'd stop riling the perp. "Why, did daddy beat you and mommy preferred to whore around instead of standing up for you? Is that why you're taking it out on innocent bystanders who have nothing to do with your abuse?"

"You ain't know nothing. I-"

"On the contrary, I know too well. You lot are all the same. Always blaming something or someone from your childhood, trying to justify hurting others because you were hurt. Every crime you've committed, every person you've hurt so far is on you."

Then she felt it. The anger coursing through the man, his hold on the gun shaking.

"You don't know what my father did to me!"

"I don't fucking care," she bit back venomously. "You're no better than daddy, and deep down, I think you know that. Did your victims cry when you raped them? Did they beg you to stop like you did, hmm?"

"I'm not father," he cried out. "I didn't mean to hurt those boys. Oh god, I never meant to hurt them."

"But you did, and you savoured each moment. You fed on their pain and fear just like daddy did."

"No, no, no, no...."

The perp lost his hold on Charlotte, holding his head in agony, the weight of the realisation that he had become the man he loathed with his entire being crushed him to the floor, wretched sobs coming out of his mouth. Olivia was the first one to approach them, taking the gun away and putting him back in cuffs.

"You okay," Olivia asked, and Charlotte could only nod, not trusting her voice.

Her legs were shaking but she stood tall until he was out of her sight. She didn't want him to see that deep down, he had managed to instill fear within her.

"You okay," John asked as he helped her to the nearest chair. "And also you're pregnant? When were you going to tell me?"

Knowing he was talking about the pregnancy to ease her racing mind, Charlotte went along with it, trying to regulate her breaths.

"You were the first person I was going to tell, John," Charlotte reassured him with a smile.

"Well, I expect to be the godfather, and if it's a boy, John's a good name," he added, pleased with her answer. Unconsciously, he was gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe away the small tremors.

"Hey, you're just gonna corrupt the kid with your usual nonsense. If anything, I'm a better candidate for godfather, a better role model," Fin interjected. "Also, Odafin is a helluva more unique than John."

While the two bickered like an old married couple, making her chuckle, Cragen came and offered her a cup of tea.

"That was a ballsy move, Charlotte," he commented, looking proud and worn out at the same time, as if her stunt had aged him by 5 years. "I'm probably going to remember this day for a long time. It's not every day you see the ADA's assistant reduce a violent perp into tears while being held at gunpoint."

"Glad I could amuse you, Captain." Charlotte rolled her eyes playfully. "You think you can keep this a secret from Casey?"

"You're actually related to Casey?"

"I know I'm prettier but yes, we're family."

Technically, Casey and Charlotte weren't blood related. Their fathers were brothers but since she was not his, they didn't share an inkling of DNA. But this was need-to-know kind of information, so she kept it to herself.

Fin rolled his chair back next to hers, asking in disbelief, "You're related to who?!"

"I told you they have the same look when they get angry," John said, like it was the most obvious thing.

"Yeah, yeah, I stopped listening to your theories a long time ago to preserve whatever brain cells I have left after all these years working with you."

"I'm simply educating you for a bigger world, son."

From a distance, Elliot could only watch. He wanted to yell at her for putting herself and the baby in danger, taunting an unstable perp, to pull her into his arms to soothe his own erratic heart. However, all he was allowed to do at that moment was to return to his desk, stealing glances as she spoke and laughed with his captain and colleagues.

Their gaze met by pure luck, and Elliot nearly flinched at how quickly her smile dropped. But, it didn't stop him from texting her, asking her to meet him at the coffee place around the corner.

-*-*-

Elliot had left the station first, wanting to order a few things before Charlotte arrived. She didn't text him back, but he was certain that she'd come.

He got a black coffee for himself, and a hot chocolate paired with red velvet cake for Charlotte. Although it wasn't exactly the healthiest food, he just wanted to see her eat.

The talk with Casey got him thinking. This was Charlotte's first child, and he remembered how stressed and worried Kathy was when she had Maureen. But they were well surrounded. Her parents were around to lend a hand, to guide them through the whole process, and he was by her side almost 24/7. He waited for a couple of months after Kathleen's birth before enlisting.

Now, he knew that Charlotte had Casey, but before, she never mentioned any other family and she had told him that she had fallen out of contact with her mother a long time ago.

The steam from his mug gradually died down as time passed, and Elliot checked his phone. When the bell above the door jingled, his eyes snapped towards it, and a small smile appeared on his face as Charlotte walked in. Looking unconformable, shoulders tight and lips pursed, she spotted him sitting on a table in the corner of the coffee shop, and joined him.

"What do you want," Charlotte asked in a quiet tone, checking her surroundings for familiar faces, just in case.

"You know we need to talk, Charlotte," Elliot answered tenderly.

"Do we," she said mockingly. "Are you going to convert to mormonism and make me your second wife? Is Kathleen going to babysit my baby like she does with her siblings? Does-"

"I get it," he cut her off, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "I just wanna know if you're going to keep the baby."

"Why, so you can lecture me on how abortion is a sin? No thank you."

Elliot tensed. "I have a right to know."

"Why do you want to know when there's nothing you can do? It's my body and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it."

Just like offering it to you was my choice.

"If you keep the baby, I want to be there for you, for our kid."

"It's a fetus, Elliot, not a baby, not a child."

In a sick, twisted way, it brought Charlotte satisfaction to watch his face contort with discomfort and hurt upon hearing the words coming out of her mouth, almost as if they burned him.

"And 'our' kid? There was never a 'we' with you," she pointed out. "You've been in love with Kathy since high school and she was the centre of your universe for so long, I understand. But I also understood that there's no space for me in your life, and, it's painfully obvious that your other children will always come first."

"I'll find a way," he pleaded. "If you keep the baby, I'll find a way to make this work. I promise, I give you my word."

"And if it doesn't work out? Will this baby have to grovel for your love like I have? Compete with your 5 other children? Do you think Kathy will allow that," she shouted in a restrained voice. "I don't have time for this, Elliot. Casey needs me back at the office."

Charlotte was quick to leave but Elliot ran after her, grabbing her wrist. He spun her around and pulled her into his chest, taking a deep breath, the familiar scent of gardenia bringing him solace.

In his darkest time, she was his light, the beacon of hope that allowed him to live on. And in return, he had pulled her right next to him in hell.

"What are you-"

"Just give me a moment," he breathed out, pleading, his lips on the crown of her head. "I almost had a heart attack back at the precinct. When that scumbag was holding that gun next to your head, I-" he swallowed thickly, his voice small. "I didn't know what to do. All I could think of how I wished it were me in your place."

He didn't tell her that he had never begged God like he did back in the precinct, seeing the gun pressed against her temple, the crazed look in the perp's eyes. She held a piece of his heart, and it ached. It ached when he thought of her, it ached when she cried because of him, it ached and ached and ached. But the words died at the tip of his tongue.

His warmth seeped into her skin and his scent made her eyes flutter close, relishing in the moment. The fear, the adrenaline, the tension, all gone. Charlotte vehemently fought back the urge to wrap her arms around him, to hold onto him like she always had.

Elliot's erratic heartbeat became stable, falling back into its usual rhythm, and the heavy weight was off his chest, allowing him to breathe properly.

"Please don't ever do something like that again."

Charlotte nearly reminded him again that he lost the privilege of worrying, of caring when he crawled back into Kathy's bed. But the gentleness of the moment curbed her snark.

Pulling away from his embrace, she stood on the tip on her toes and placed a feathery kiss on his cheek. "Bye Elliot," she whispered.

Elliot was left standing on the street, unable to move as he watched her leave.

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The Poisonous Apple

Loving a man who despised himself was crushing her soul. But Charlotte couldn't bring herself to leave, not when he was using her, not when he was breaking her and using the pieces to heal himself.

Pairing : Elliot Stabler x OC Tags/Warnings: Angst, hint at sexual relationship, toxic relationship, pregnancy, i love Elliot but he really has his moments

unedited, sorry

Part I - II

Part III ↓

Like Olivia had told him, Charlotte looked worse for wear. He always liked how rosy her cheeks were, but right now, she was as colourless as the bodies in Warner's morgue.

He traced her face with his eyes, even though he wanted to feel her skin, guilt gnawing at him. From the beginning, he should've told her that he carried too many burdens, that he was tied down to his job and his children, but instead, he let her dream. Dream about a future they could never have, about an epic love that could never exist.

Such a dainty little thing, he thought.

Charlotte looked so fragile, as if she'd scatter away with a gush of wind like a dandelion. Her chest barely moved as she breathed, and the only thing that reassured him was the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

A quiet whimper slipped past her lips, her face scrunching up in pain. Elliot heard her calling for her mother, and his breath hitched. After a second of hesitation, he touched the tips of her fingers, and she reached out for his hand, grasping it tightly.

"Shh, you're okay now, Charlotte," he cooed.

His voice woke her up. What she had expected to be a hallucination turned out to be reality as her eyes met Elliot's baby blue ones. There he was, holding her hand as he stood next to her.

"What are you doing here," Charlotte asked in a raspy voice, pulling her hand away.

"I brought you to the hospital," Elliot explained. "Figured it'd be faster than waiting for a bus."

"You didn't have to stay."

"I didn't want you to wake up alone."

"Why do you care," she whispered, shaking her head.

"I'll always care about you," Elliot admitted, his gaze both gentle and melancholic.

Just like that, Charlotte felt her heart shatter all over again. There he was, letting her hold onto him when he should be pushing her away. His calloused hands wiped her tears, his touch burning her, and yet, she still yearned for more.

A set of knocks forced Elliot to step back, and just like that, the moment was over as if it had never occurred in the first place.

"Hello Miss Bernard," the doctor greeted as he entered the room. "Glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like I just rolled down the stairs and nearly cracked open my skull," Charlotte answered dryly.

"Well, good news is you can go home tonight. The x-rays and head CT came back clean, but your lab results are a bit worrying."

"Is something wrong?"

"Where do I start," he sighed. "Your levels are a mess, Miss Bernard. Anemia, deficiency in vitamins and minerals, you name it. If you aren't careful, you might miscarry."

"Sorry, miscarry," Elliot interjected.

"Miss Bernard is 12 weeks pregnant." The doctor's gaze bounced from Charlotte to Elliot, taking in their dazed expression, realising that neither party was aware. Shit. He cleared his throat. "I'll give you two some space."

Thousand thoughts ran through Elliot's mind. Did she know? Was she purposefully neglecting herself to lose the baby? Was she going to tell him?

Oh God.

"Did you know," Elliot asked, his voice thick with emotions he couldn't even comprehend. Children were always a blessing to him, or at least he tried to think of them as such, even when Kathy dropped the bomb amidst their divorce. God had given him his children, and he had a responsibility to love them.

But why did he feel dread in that moment? Why couldn't he think of this baby as a blessing? Charlotte didn't deserve to be a single mother, and he couldn't abandon his family to raise this child with her.

This baby would only hurt her, hurt them.

Charlotte, on the other hand, cursed herself for not being careful. Staring down at her stomach, she realised that she had been hurting the delicate, innocent life growing inside her, when it deserved nothing but love and care.

The cycle was never ending. She thought it would end with her, that when she had her own family, her child would know nothing but love and happiness.

But, now, her baby was going to know the pain of being unloved and unwanted by their father, just like she had. And the mere thought of it killed her.

"Get out," Charlotte croaked out, unable to stand his presence.

"Charlotte-"

Elliot wanted to talk this through; he wanted to know what she planned on doing with his baby.

"Get out!"

Charlotte screamed, throwing everything she could get her hands on. The heart monitor went off as she pulled off the electrodes that were attached on her, ripping out her IV to push him out of the room. Even when nurses came rushing in, asking him to leave as they tried to calm her down, Elliot was unable to move as he watched her come undone.

-*-*-

For days, Charlotte found herself unable to move from her bed. The memories from her childhood kept running in loop in her mind, and she felt numb to her core.

You ruined everything.

Her mother began to drink when her father left, and it made her hell of a lot talkative. At first, Charlotte thought she was just trying to hurt her as much as she was hurting, unable to cope with her husband's departure. But, the more she drank, the clearer it got.

She was born from an affair, and her father knew from the very beginning that she was not his. The way she smiled, talked, laughed reminded him of the man and he couldn't stand it, she said.

Had Charlotte been more like her, she was certain that her husband would've stayed.

But Charlotte didn't know. And, for so long, she tried so hard to earn his approval, his affection, even though nothing seemed to work. Seeing how Casey's father taught her everything he knew, seeing how he lit up every time she came running into his arms, Charlotte could only dream that one day her father would allow her to come closer.

All those letters to Santa, not once did she ask for a present. She asked for a kind word from her father, or at least a smile. However, he never stopped cringing when she tried to hold his hand.

Her pillow was already soaked with her tears but they continued to flow still.

She never wanted any of this. The wounds in her mind were not healed yet and it was not capable of loving a child. She didn't have the patience or the strength, and she was scared that she might not be able to love them because they reminded her of Elliot.

"Charlotte!"

Hearing the banging and Casey's muffled voice, Charlotte pulled the blanket over her head. After dozens of missed calls, her cousin had been banging on her door when she wasn't at work, today marked the third day.

"Charlotte, I know you're in there! Don't make me break down this door. You know I'll do it."

Casey waited with bated breath, hoping her threat would let her in, and she sighed in relief when the door finally opened. She quickly entered the dark apartment, turning on the lights, and found Charlotte sat on the couch, knees pulled into her chest.

She looked so small.

"What's wrong," Casey asked, dropping her coat and purse to the floor as she sat next to her, wrapping her arm around her cousin's shoulders.

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Charlotte answered meekly, "I'm pregnant, Casey."

"Does he know?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," Charlotte sobbed, "It doesn't change the fact that he's married and he's expecting another child with his wife."

And the dots began to connect. Casey finally realised why Charlotte was so secretive about his identity, why she lied that it was someone from Brooklyn. There was only one man who fit the profile.

"Charlotte, is Elliot the man you've been seeing?" There wasn't a hint of judgement in her voice but it was almost pleading, hoping she'd tell her that it wasn't him.

"Oh God, what am I going to do, Casey?"

Knowing no words or promises would console her, Casey held onto her more tightly as if she was trying to stick her broken pieces back together.

"Let's start with taking care of you first. I'll be with you every step of the way."

It was her turn to take care of Charlotte, and she was going to make damn sure to hold Elliot accountable.

-*-*-

The following morning, Casey Novak stormed into the 16th precinct, and even a passerby could feel the repressed anger vibrating within her. Her heels clicked loudly as she entered the bullpen. When she saw the man she had come for was having coffee as he conversed with his partner, laughing, her jaw ticked.

"Elliot," Casey called out. "A word?"

"Sure."

Seeing their usually easygoing ADA so tense, on the verge of snapping, Fin rolled his chair towards Olivia, nudging her with his elbow.

"You know what that's about?"

"No idea," she lied coolly as she eyed them in worry.

Per Casey's request for privacy, Elliot led her to an empty interrogation room, and once inside, her whole demeanor changed, her anger no longer concealed, making him feel like a perp that was about to be interrogated.

"Am I in trouble, Counselor" Elliot asked playfully in an attempt to defuse the tension.

"We need to talk about Charlotte," Casey said, crossing her arms across her chest.

For a moment, Elliot hesitated, pondering on whether he should play dumb or not. However, at her hostility, he chose a defensive stance.

"Don't you think you're overstepping, Casey? She's your assistant," he bit back.

Casey's eyes were ablaze with rage. "Charlotte's not just my assistant, Elliot. She's my family; she's someone I'd go to hell for, and it's taking all of my might not to shoot you with your own gun!"

In and out.

The redhead lawyer took a deep breath. She reminded herself that she was here for Charlotte, not to vent her anger.

"What are you going to do, Elliot," she asked.

"I don't know," he answered quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. The tension in his shoulders disappeared when hopelessness replaced anger. Whatever he had to say, he knew it wasn't the right answer.

"Then let me tell you what you need to do," Casey said as she squared up to him, staring into his eyes. "You're going to support her by any means necessary. If she decides to get an abortion, you'll be there. And, God forbid, if she decides to keep the baby, you'll pay child support, you'll cater to her every need during the pregnancy, and you'll be there for the child. You will not let her go through this by herself. Do I make myself clear?"

"Casey, Kathy is-"

"Do I look like I give a damn about Kathy," Casey growled. "If Charlotte sheds another tear because of you, I will ruin your life in unimaginable ways, Stabler, even if it's the last thing that I do."

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The Poisonous Apple

Loving a man who despised himself was crushing her soul. But Charlotte couldn't bring herself to leave, not when he was using her, not when he was breaking her and using the pieces to heal himself.

Pairing : Elliot Stabler x OC

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hint at sexual relationship, toxic relationship, pregnancy, i love Elliot but he really has his moments

Part I - II - III

Part II ↓

After moving back to the house, Elliot thought everything was going to go back to how they were. His children were happy that their parents weren't getting divorced after all, even though Kathleen was less than excited at the prospect of a fourth sibling, knowing that she was going to have to help taking care of the baby. Dickie, on the other hand, just hoped it wasn't another girl.

Kathy was different this time. She didn't unleash hell on him when he was working overtime and couldn't help with chores. She gave him space, and in return, he showered her with affection when he was home. But every time they had sex, he saw Charlotte instead, moaning and gasping, arching her back as he thrusted into her.

He tried going to confession and focusing on the present, on his current life like the Father advised him to, but nothing seemed to work.

Little by little, more things reminded him of her. He realised that he had grown a habit of checking his phone every few hours as Charlotte used to send him short, sweet texts through out the day. Whenever he went on a coffee run, he was reminded of how much she liked the red velvet cake at his usual coffee place. There were memories, pieces of her in every corner of his life.

Elliot Stabler had sorely underestimated the weight of his feelings for Charlotte Bernard.

Closing the manila folder, he rubbed his face, feeling the fatigue catching up with him. His bad habit was resurfacing again, and he was overworking, so that he didn't have to talk to Kathy when he got home. He was afraid that she'd notice that his mind was elsewhere with her freaky senses. Maybe it was due to all these years they spent together, but sometimes she noticed things about him before he himself could notice them.

A cup of coffee was placed in front of him, and Elliot turned his neck, meeting the concerned gaze of his partner.

"Weren't you supposed to have dinner with Kathy?" She asked, sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Munch is covering for me this weekend so that I can spend some time with the kids. Thought it was only fair that I did some of his paperwork."

"Is that all?"

Elliot scrunched his face before a forced smile took over. "What, you think I'm doing his paperwork because I don't want to go home?"

"Elliot," Olivia sighed. "We've been partners for how long now? I know you, and right now, it looks like you're looking for excuses not to go home."

Sometimes she was just too observant for her own good.

Sensing that she was slowly cornering him, trying to bring up Charlotte, Elliot stood up, ready to leave.

"I gotta-"

"Charlotte's a mess, Elliot. Casey told me that she's been sick for weeks, and she's barely functioning."

It's just a coincidence, he told himself. People got sick all the time, and the weather had dropped 8 degrees.

"I'm back with Kathy now. There's nothing more I can do."

"Yes, you can. Give her closure. Help her move on. You owe her that much."

"I can't."

He didn't dare say he loved her, no, that was not what he felt. He wanted her, he craved her, but he was, foremost, a husband and a father, and he couldn't just pursue what – who – he wanted. And seeing her would weaken his resolve, make him start something he couldn't finish.

"You can't avoid her forever," Olivia pointed out, exasperated. "She's Casey's assistant, and you're bound to run into her, sooner than later."

"Good night, Liv."

As he left, Elliot purposefully avoided her gaze, not wanting to see the disappointment on her face.

-*-*-

Charlotte was spiralling again.

Although she maintained her cheerful persona in public, Casey saw the tears that she shed when she thought nobody was around, and noticed the long hours at the office. Charlotte was withering right before her eyes, and it drove her crazy that her cousin didn't confide in her.

These last few weeks, the bags under her eyes got bigger and darker, and Charlotte had noticeably lost weight. Her skin had lost its usual colour and glow. For the first time, Casey feared for her life.

"Charlotte, we need to talk."

At Casey's unusually serious look and voice, Charlotte wordlessly followed her into her office, closing the door behind them. She sat in the couch across the armchair her cousin was sitting on.

"You need to tell me what's going on. Right now," Casey demanded.

"Nothing's going on, Casey. I'm fine."

"It insults me when you think you can lie to me. I deal with crooks and liars for a living, Charlotte, and right now, I need you tell me what's wrong so I can fix it for you." Her voice softened as she added, "I'm worried about you."

Charlotte had never withheld anything from Casey, and seeing her worry like this, guilt swirled in her belly.

"I'm just going through a bad break-up," she confessed, weighing her words carefully. "That's all, I swear."

"You were seeing someone? Who?"

Noticing how her eyes twitched and her hands balled up into fists, Casey knew the next words coming out of her cousin's mouth were going to be a lie.

"It's nobody you'd know. He's from Brooklyn."

"What did he do," the ADA pressed on, already thinking of ways she could torment the sorry excuse of a man.

"Nothing. He," Charlotte swallowed the lump in her throat, "He left because I wasn't enough."

Casey's anger spiked at her answer. "Not enough? Do you hear yourself? Charlotte, you're the best thing that could've happened to him." Charlotte was a nurturer since she was young. As far as Casey could remember, she was the one who took care of herself and her mother when her father passed away, and when Casey's father passed away, she, a girl who was younger tha her, took care of her, pushing and encouraging her through teenhood and law school, and she picked her broken pieces up after letting Charlie go. Charlotte gave and gave and gave. So, this situation was simply unacceptable. "Why won't you tell me who he is, Lottie? What happened to our no-secret pact?"

It was a cheap shot, using her nickname and evoking the pact they made when they were young, taking advantage of the fact she was a sentimental person who wore heart on her sleeve. Charlotte squirmed in discomfort, nibbling on her lower lip, and Casey hoped she would crack, and spill everything.

But Charlotte adamantly shook her head, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't."

"You still love him, don't you?"

The 'L' word tugged painfully at her heart, remembering how he had reacted to her confession, how uncomfortable and guilty he looked. Loving him with all her soul and body when he didn't reciprocate even one thousandth of that feeling, living with the knowledge that she never had a chance with him, it killed her. But she still found herself wishing him happiness even though she would be living in misery until she drew her last breath.

"I know what you're capable of Casey, and I can't be the reason of his misery. He's finally in a happy place, and I can't take that away from him."

"But you're hurt, Charlotte. You look utterly miserable. Each morning when you come into the office, you're pale like a corpse. You barely eat or drink, and yet, you're constantly putting in overtime. How can I just sit and watch as you kill yourself?"

"Please, Casey. Let it go," she pleaded.

"Charlotte-"

"I'm taking the day off," she announced as she shot up from the couch, turning to leave. "And I'm also taking tomorrow off. Ask Carmen for help."

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, Charlotte snatched her purse and coat from her desk, and headed straight for the stairs. People in One Hogan Place loved to gossip, and she didn't want them to chew on Casey just because she failed to maintain her professionalism at work.

She was lost in her thoughts, wallowing in self-pity, to be exact, and didn't notice the commotion that was happening behind her. It wasn't exactly a rare occurrence that people raised their voice and got upset with the ADAs, so she didn't pay mind to it.

But she hoped she had.

"Stop! You need to stop, Derek!"

"No, I'm done trusting you!"

Charlotte's eyes widened, her heart dropping to the soles of her feet when someone ran past her, roughly bumping into her. At the impact, she lost her footing, and toppled down the stairs. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop until she was at the very end, hitting the pavement head first.

The whole goddamn world was spinning, and pain erupted in her body, white light flashing behind her eyes. Her ears were ringing, but she could vaguely hear people panicking around her, asking if she was okay, telling her that help was on the way.

A familiar pair of hands were on her, gently scooping her up. Even if it was just a hallucination, the warmth of his touch made her whimper.

"I got you, sweetheart. You're okay."

She kept her eyes close, afraid that he might dissipate when she opened them, and allowed herself to be carried away, her conscious slipping away as well.

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Experiment

HANDS AND THIGH RIDING, THAT'LL BE ALL

warning: minors dni, first time smut, HANDS

Céline knew Rafael was open to exploring kinks, but she didn’t know how to explain to him that his hands constantly turned her on. The way his hand wrapped all the way around the coffee cup, when his veins popped as he undid his tie in frustration, all she could think of was choking on them.

Her mouth went dry as he signed the form, fingers curled around the slender pen, a knot forming in her stomach. She let out a shaky breath, and Rafael looked up at her.

“Something the matter, querida?”

Seeing her cheeks flushed, he touched her left cheek before touching the side of her neck as well to check if she had a temperature. Céline shuddered, her body buzzing with need.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Rafael observed her with a raised eyebrow as she marched towards the door of his office, locking it, and then came back to him.

“Care to share?”

She bit on her lower lip, hesitating. Rafael recognised the look in her eyes, and he was willing to do anything she asked of him. But he was quite curious what put her in this state, and he enjoyed watching her squirm as she struggled to use her words. Grasping her wrist, he gently pulled her towards him, placing her on his left thigh. Both of her hands were planted on his chest as she tried to think of a way to explain without embarrassing herself.

Taking her chin with his fingers, he brought her face closer to his. His lips hovered above hers, barely touching. “Answer me, cariño. What do you want?”

Céline buried her face in the crook of his neck and mumbled, “Your hands. They drive me crazy.”

“My hands?” He nearly laughed at her admission, the corner of his lips twitching. “What about them?”

“Yes, your hands. I can’t stop thinking of them. Earlier, when you rolled up your sleeves, I-” She stopped herself before she could tell him that she nearly moaned at the sight, wanting to preserve whatever little dignity she had left.

Rafael turned his left arm to check the time on his watch. Caressing the side of her face, he said, “I have an arraignment in 20 minutes. Until then, I’m yours to use, cariño.”

Staring into his eyes, she took the hand that was resting on her cheek and dragged it towards her lips, his warmth burning her skin. She first tentatively sucked on the tips of his index and middle fingers, moaning, before gliding her tongue down his digits, swirling. Her red lips stretched into a devious smirk as his green eyes turned pitch black, his hardening cock pressing against her knee. He stared back, unblinking, almost as if he was challenging her to do her worse.

To make a mess out of him in his office.

Rafael groaned when his fingers were knuckle deep in her mouth. The way her tongue sucked on them, cheeks hollowed, the growing heat and dampness on his thigh, his rationality was nearly gone, and all he could think of was bending her over his desk and fucking her senseless. But he was a man of his words, and this was her show.

Rolling her hips, Céline moaned softly at the friction of his pants against her swollen clit, pressing down on his thigh for more. Her pathetic mewls as she chased her high, the sight of her greedily sucking on his fingers, riding his thigh as if her life depended on it, made his cock twitch. Growling, Rafael dug his free hand into the soft flesh of her hip, trying to behave as much as he could.

When her hips stuttered, rhythm irregular, he jerked his leg up, eliciting a yelp and a whine from her.

“Focus, querida. We don’t have much time left.”

Eyes half lidded and glassy, a string of drool trickling down her chin, she tried to move faster, brushing against his cock over and over.

“Mierda.”

It was a sight that was going to stay burned in his memory until the day he died.

Céline released his fingers with a pop, throwing her head backwards, and moaned loudly. Grabbing her by the throat, Rafael smashed his lips against hers, teeth clashing and his tongue kissing every inch of her mouth.

The choking and the bruising kiss sent her over, the knot in her stomach finally snapping. Tears rolled down her face as she shuddered violently, clumsily riding down her high, just as he came as well. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as she gasped, trying to catch her breath. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he stroked her hair until she stopped convulsing.

“Thank you,” Céline breathed out against his neck, her ears still ringing. “And I’m sorry about your pants.”

“Don’t worry about it, querida. I have a spare suit in my office.”

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The Poisonous Apple

Loving a man who despised himself was crushing her soul. But Charlotte couldn't bring herself to leave, not when he was using her, not when he was breaking her and using the pieces to heal himself.

Pairing : Elliot Stabler x OC Tags/Warnings: Angst, hint at sexual relationship, toxic relationship, pregnancy, i love Elliot but he really has his moments

Part I - II Part I ↓

Most nights, Elliot fucked like he hated her. The bruises took longer to fade, and the dull pain in between her legs became a constant. But Charlotte just took it because she loved him, and she knew that he needed an outlet. His work was getting to him. Each time he put a criminal away, somehow a worse one emerged. And sometimes, despite his hard work, it wasn't enough to put some of them behind bars.

His faith kept him in line. He didn't want to become a sinner like them. The values were drilled into him since he was young, and it's what kept him from going rogue, putting himself above the law and cleaning the streets himself.

Or eating his gun to relieve himself from all the pain and agony.

Fucking her was one of the ways he used to manage his anger. The pent up stress and frustration were gone when he had full control of her. He chose when she came, or if she could at all, if he was going raw or if he was going to use protection, and how she was going to take him.

Charlotte found herself quietly sobbing into the pillow when she felt the bed dip. Despite her aching body, she wiped her tears before Elliot could see them and turned to look at him. Without a word, he was getting dressed, not even bothering to take care of her after what he put her through.

There was a bit of blood mixed in his cum, dripping down her thighs, and he was busy buttoning his shirt, looking at anywhere but her. Charlotte wouldn't be surprised if he threw some cash on her night table before leaving.

But I love him.

She repeated those words god knows how many times, convincing herself that she could take it.

"Do you want to stay the night? I think I've got some beer in the fridge."

His eyes were cold when he finally looked at her, and her heart skipped a beat in a painful way.

"Can't," he answered in a curt tone. "I need to go back to the precinct."

"T-Then are you free tomorrow night? There's a cute little-"

"Charlotte." His curt tone was enough to silence her. "I'm busy. I'll call you when I can."

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted him to look at her, and treat her better than a hooker he had on speed dial. But she found herself biting on her bottom lip until it bled, swallowing back the words that were threatening to spill from her lips. Elliot said Kathy always drove him crazy with her complaints, and that he liked her because she understood him.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart."

Just before he left, he placed a kiss on the crown of her head, and smiled.

I love him.

But does he love you?

The small voice in her mind mocked her, and she wasn't so sure what she meant to him anymore.

-*-*-

The next few days, Charlotte was constantly falling asleep at her desk. That particular afternoon was a hectic one at Hogan Place as her ADA had a string of trials, but she was barely focused. She was beyond exhausted, and all she could think of was rotting in bed.

Thankfully, Elliot hadn't come to see her that week. But it did hurt her that he never returned her calls or texts. He only came to see Casey after her working hours, and she knew that he was purposefully avoiding her.

And it was killing her.

"Charlotte," Casey called out, knocking on her desk. "What's going on? I've been trying to get your attention forever."

"I'm sorry," Charlotte apologised. "Did you need anything?"

"Yeah, I actually need the interrogation tape for the Wilkinson case. Could you stop by SVU and pick it up? John was supposed to bring it but he got roped with something else."

Her heart skipped a beat at the opportunity to see Elliot. Charlotte shot up from her desk and reached for her coat immediately. Casey cocked an eyebrow at her reactivity.

"Be back in five."

Charlotte all but ran down the flight of stairs, pushing an elderly woman to steal her cab. The cabbie was about to complain when she waved a fifty bill in his face. Needless to say, he drove her to the 16th precinct in record time.

Once inside the elevator, she tried to regain her breath, and checked her appearance with the pocket mirror in her purse. The SVU was busy as usual, but she didn't see any of the familiar faces at the desks. So, she allowed herself to venture further and reached the break room where she heard Olivia Benson's excited voice.

"Oh that's wonderful, Elliot," Olivia gushed. "If it's a girl, Olivia is a pretty good name."

"I'll keep that in mind, Liv."

It felt like the air was knocked out of her as realisation dawned on her. Elliot was back with Kathy, and they were expecting yet another child. Her gasp alerted the two detectives of her presence.

"Charlotte," Elliot breathed out.

"Hi Charlotte. What brings you here? Does Casey need something?"

"I-I- Casey sent me for the interview tape for the Wilkinson case."

"Oh, yeah, John gave it to me before he left. Sorry about that. Let me go get it for ya."

Telling her to help herself to some coffee if she wanted, Olivia left to retrieve the tape. The silence was deafening, neither party daring to speak.

Charlotte cleared her throat. "Is that why you didn't return my calls? Or my texts?"

"I was going to tell you, Charlotte."

"When," she laughed bitterly. "After your baby was born? Or were you even planning on telling me?"

"It just happened, sweetheart. We didn't plan on this."

We.

Charlotte realised that Elliot and Kathy never stopped being a "we". She was the intruder in their relationship, a rebound for Elliot. It felt like someone was driving a dagger into her heart, over and over.

"I love you," she blurted out.

For months, she had been tiptoeing over those three little words, and now that she was backed into a corner, she felt like this would probably be her last chance to tell him.

"I know."

And for the longest time, they simply stared at each other, Charlotte with resentment and hurt in her eyes, and Elliot with discomfort.

Elliot knew, in a way, why she was attracted to an older man like him. As obvious as it sounded, it stemmed from her unresolved issues with her father, and, in his own time of weakness, he had taken advantage of her. She deserved better, and he deserved the second chance he got with his kids.

"Look, Charlotte-"

"Here you go."

Before Elliot could do more damage, Olivia returned with the tape, oblivious to the tension that was building in the break room. Untrusting her voice, Charlotte simply took the tape and left abruptly.

It was then Olivia noticed the solemn look on her partner's face and realised that he had royally screwed up.

"Oh, Elliot, what have you done?"

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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed–and gazed–but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. - William Wordsworth

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I just wanted to be like you.

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

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