Just a little one shot, a bit of fluff. What is Olivia Benson's life really like, when she's not at the precinct? What does she do behind closed doors? There won't be any smut in this one, so don't get your hopes up.

A fluffy little Langson shot with Noah and a few surprises. Set a week before Christmas.

A little Langson two shot. There is a short bit of smut and a whole lot of fluff, so don't expect much naughty scenes. I hope you all enjoy this. ❤️

Just a two shot that came to mind while listening to 'Say Something' by A Great Big World.

"What the hell do you mean we're dead?" she asked with a frown. The doctor chuckled "you'll understand soon enough." Olivia wakes up in a hospital room and finds out that her entire world is about to be flipped upside down and there's nothing she can do to stop it. Follow her on her new journey with a companion that makes things a little complicated and interesting.

Surreption: Stealthy, furtive, well hidden, covert. Reveal: to uncover, to show, and display what was hidden. We've all got secrets, stories that are better left untold. Can revealing certain secrets ruin lives? A SVU Fanfiction. ❤️

"Call me an assh*le all you want. It won't stop me from making you the best doctor you can be." . . . . . Naomi Reece's life was complicated long before starting her residency. As a woman of color at the beginning of her medical career, she has enough to overcome without people discovering her invisible illnesses. When her path crosses that of a pretentious and self-proclaimed "damaged" attending, Milo Corbin, complicated takes on a whole new meaning. While caring for a young patient named Grace, Naomi and Milo find out they have more in common than previously thought. As they attempt to save Grace's life, they start to realize it is Grace who may save them both. . . . . . Trigger warnings: The story revolves around serious illnesses and contains mature content including language, sexual situations, and other difficult themes. Intended for mature audiences only. ©2020 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

After years of moving due to her father being in the army, Olivia and her father finally make it to Manhattan where they thought it would be their permanent home. It didn't take too long for her to find a friend at her new school, a best friend. But not long after they get there, they may need to leave again. This time across the pond.

She's a good girl gone bad. Penelope is desperate to leave this town and all the bad memories behind. She wants to run away, far from her alcoholic mother and her multiple unpleasant boyfriends. She'd always keep her head down, focusing on school and her part-time job. But when she finally snaps... she loses that tight control and goes down a dark rabbit hole. Now Penelope needs saving. Officer Cameron likes control. He's demanding. He's harsh. He rarely smiles. Except he's tough on the outside but soft on the inside. One late emergency call to a sleazy club leads him to Penelope and she falls right into his arms. The lonely, crying girl? She melts his heart. She just needs someone to hold her. And Cameron? He wants her and he's going to teach her how to be a good girl again. Except... she's too young. Both Penelope and Cameron are stuck in a vicious cycle. Right or wrong? Yes or no? "Touch me," she pleads. "I won't. I will never. I'll take care of you from far away, Penelope. But I will never touch you. Not like that, not how you want it," he confesses.

He stepped toward her, lifted her chin in his hand and opened his mouth, but words wouldn't come out. "Connor..." "You could have been wearing something a lot similar to this while reciting your vows to Stephen." He wanted to sew his mouth shut when he saw the look of horror on her face. He had said something terribly wrong. "I forgot for a moment that you two are just friends and he gave you up because I love you so damn much." The dress was suddenly too much to bear. It weighed heavy on her, and the tiara on her head had her scalp crawling with beads of sweat. The lace on the gown made her entire body itch while the blinding white material burned her eyes to tears. "Get this off of me," she cried, desperately reaching for the zipper. A white dress and a jealous boyfriend were not included when she joined the agency.