#Olitz AU

[douxbebearchives]

Stories Over 100K Words (N-Z)

Main Masterlist

A-M

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* Nature V Nurture (M) - Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96

 New Beginnings (T) - kkimberly49 / @kkimberly750

No Life After You (M) - Missschievous

On Stage (M) - KikiOnHiatus

One Shots (M) - MagicInHerMadness

One Shots-Season Five (T) - kkimberly49 / @kkimberly750

Only One (T) - Sahara-hype

Part Of Your World (T) - Da Princes and Me’s

Perfectly Aligned (M) - BritishObssesed

Post-Presidential Love (T) - kkimberly49 / @kkimberly750

Realizing The Dream (M) - A.L. Carrington

Resisting You (K) - lissylou78

Righting Wrongs (M) - Olitz fan 0117

Saving Grace (T) - Da Princes and Me’s 

Scotch & Wine (M) - Parker19

Shattering Expectations (M) - CMW2

Some Other Me (M) - almostfamousoxo / @songbirdstrivestothrive

Someplace Good (M) - Parker19

Something good can work (M) - Poprant

Strangers on a Plane (M) - reneelovesolitz

Thank you Dr Pope (M) - Hydrangeasia

The Candidate (M) - A.L. Carrington

The Constancy of Happiness (M) - BellaDameNoir

** The Fall and Rise of President Grant (T) - kkimberly49 / @kkimberly750

The Game Chose Me (M) - Ivy Amor / @ivymiamor

The Game Plan (M) - mrmswell

The Girl in the White Dress (M) - BritishObsessed

The Hunted (M) - MissHellsing666

The Merger (M) - Sucker4Scandal

The Miracle Maker (M) - kz4valentina

The Paradox Equation (M) - ParadoxEquation

** The Pressure of Cheating Death (M) - igottagetbacktohogwarts

The Right Kind of Madness (M) - almostfamousoxo / @songbirdstrivestothrive

The Summer of Love (M) - joytown18

 The Time of My Life (T) - Da Princes and Me’s 

This Is Vermont (M) - Missschievous

** To Kill A President (M) - fitzgerald1

Trust in Me (M) - Sucker4Scandal

Unexpected Circumstances (M) - PopeAssociates

Unconventional Love (M) - Starfish81

** Unforgettable (M) - Writer Unblocked

** Up Close and Personal (T) - DayDreamLover

* Vision (M) - Hydrangeasia

Walk Away (M) - babycakesbriauna

We Can Figure It Out (M) - Sucker4Scandal

 Weekend Fiancee (M) - anonolitz

Welcome to Las Vegas (M) - sweetness04fj

What Happens Now (T) - kkimberly49

When in Vegas (M) - Missschievous

When It All Falls (M) - Jayismz

When You Least Expect It (M) - Smith39440

With or Without Prejudice (M) - A.L. Carrington

Worth It (M) - Parker19

Yes Mr President, There Is A Santa Claus (T) - Da Prince and Me’s

You Put A Move On My Heart (M) - wild thoughts

You’re All I Need to Get By (M) - MagicInHerMadness

[oliviapopesgf]

I always talk shit but sometimes I do laugh when Olivia just does crazy shit without thinking too much about it. Yes, kill that man with a chair! Trauma induced response flight to a random island! She shows us time and time again she's not fine and people will still not believe it just bc she's competent. She can make governors and presidents while suicidal she's quirky like that! (/joke)

[anincorrectpetunia]

Episode 16: Positions:

“Next week?"

Olivia nodded.

"You're sure?"

"Certain."

"So…which day exactly?"

"Can't tell you that." Olivia sipped her sparkling cranberry soda concoction her husband had waiting for her arrival. "Jamie and his mother have waited long enough."

Not to mention the other four suspected victims of that man, but Olivia was not at liberty to say that. She should not have said as much as she did, but Kenny was her friend and she owed him this courtesy.

"Me, too. The fuck?"

Had it not been his life's work; his legacy that has been sullied by association? His Maroon that had been mentioned in every story about Jamie, causing him to rethink his whole public relations approach, which Olivia damn well knew. Beyond all that, Kenny felt guilty. About Jamie as well as about never having been a vulnerable 'Jamie' in his youth. Back when he was young and dumb and did not understand that some men saw youth as a commodity to run through. An unending crop, new batches emerging all the time. This was not limited to the straights, or the old, rich and white ones.

"Liv, it's me you're talking to," Kenny tried again. "I've seen your eyelashes fall off at 2AM. Come on."

Fitz snorted and had to place his hand over his mouth to rescue the 12-year-old Yamazaki in his mouth…

Full episode 👇🏾

FF.net: https://bit.ly/3vZoulB

A03: https://bit.ly/3w3H0tb

[katrinapavela]

do u have any one-shot collections recs? I always get either bored or forget about the stories i read and most of the ones I've seen are too long to hold my attention.

Hello 👋🏾

Sure, here are a few. I’ve linked to the author pages for each one but I’ve named the shorter stories or one-shot series as well:

Olitz Short Stories & One Shots I’ve read (Ff.net)

- [ ] Office Hours by Parker19

- [ ] Olitz AU One Shots by Reader575

- [ ] No Sun on the Horizon, I Don’t Know Why I Love You & couple others by IncorrectPetunia

- [ ] Meet Me at the Altar by PaperFrames (great writer, she also writes short chapters for her longer stories)

- [ ] Only You by Anonolitz

- [ ] Feel My Love, Come Fly With Me, We’ll Sometimes Home is a Person & More by IWrite4Olitz

- [ ] One Shots by Anonymous1912

Here’s a screenshot of the authors I’ve followed over the years. You can look them up if you’re looking for more:

[mr-president-grant]

I need an Olivia Pope to write with.

[reader575la]

New chapter posted. Fitz and Olivia meet. Kendra crosses one thing off her Christmas bucket list. Mellie, well she’s Mellie, what can I say.

Enjoy and thank you for your support.

@corissa-davis @cutefunsized @iamaffscandallover @douxbebearchives @scandalmistress @trininadz @lady-lazarus-declermont @kelleekell

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

The Chemistry Test: Chapter Two

Olivia agreed. "Do you have clearance to discuss who is the other host?"

"Certainly. We just confirmed with his agent. Fitzgerald Grant, from Los Angeles."

As long as she received her due, and was an equal, it didn't matter who was her partner.

To know that a respected member of the news community had seen the potential in her, and to give her this opportunity was more than she could wish for.

She was going to run this bitch.

FFN || AO3

[trumpetnista]

CMW2/Trumpetnista: Safe (8/?)

Summary from FFN: NOW A WIP: She was Olivia Pope, not Alex Jones, not Julia Baker, and she was a mess;In this AU of 4x16, instead of Alex seducing Russell to feel alive again, Olivia decides on a better course of action, a course of action that starts with a phone call to Fitz;HEAVY SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 WITHIN;Rated for language, imagery, and later Olitz lovemaking;4th in my 2016 SSS Project

Teaser from Chapter 8: It needed to go.

The couch needed to go.

It was a constant reminder of what had happened to her, now. It was poison.’

Yes, she and Fitz had their good moments on it. After hearing their first time on tape, he had held her for One Minute, comforting her and saying goodbye. When he came to her to run out the clock, the couch had been where he sat, looking at her with all the love in the world, all the trust in the world. She had fallen into his arms on the couch, letting herself be loved and letting go...

...but now? The couch had to go. The couch and the whole apartment, for that matter! Why was she still living there? Even before her abduction, there were so many bad times in the place, more than good. It had been a point of pride to stay put. Olivia had seen it as a sign of strength to stay but had it really been? It was something to think about. It was something to talk about, both with her therapist and her family. She had money. She had contacts. Finding a new place in or close to DC would be simple, even with the inherent hassle of moving.

She would have one less piece of furniture to deal with in the process...

Disclaimer for the full story: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

@douxbebearchives

3 Days Later...

"I'll take care of him. Consider it Handled."

"Huck."

"He shouldn't have broken into your place. You're trying so hard to get better. You are getting better every day. You're learning how to be happy again and he wants to ruin it. He wants to drag you back down into the Dark because that's the only way that you let him be with you. Even if B613 and Rowan aren't a part of his life anymore, he won't ever leave you alone so someone needs to make him go away for good. I can do it. I'll be okay after, I promise."

"You're getting better, too and I don't want Jake to ruin your progress. He's not worth it."

"But you are. Besides, if I don't take him down, Quinn will after I tell her what happened. Charlie will help her get rid of him because he wants her to be happy and he really likes you. Marcus will run interference if anyone asks where he is and Abby still has her gun so..."

"Huck, don't do it. Please?"

"Ballard hurt you before. He put his hands on you and made you feel scared. He made you feel dirty and wrong. We all let him hurt you before and it wasn't right. It wasn't fair to you. We're supposed to be Gladiators. We're supposed to be a family. Family protects family. Always."

"I didn't protect my family when it counted most. I ran away."

"We forgave you and if Harrison was still here, he would've, too. He loved you. We love you."

"...I know."

"Do you?"

"Yeah. Try not to do it. You all can go talk to him but just...try. For me?"

"...okay."

Olivia sighed softly and tossed her phone into the duffel bag next to her. The breeze was refreshing against her skin and she closed her eyes, already feeling tears sliding down her face. After what happened with Jake, she had booked an emergency session with her therapist. Linda Marbury had seen her first thing and she had taken the rest of the day off afterwards. During that off day, she had given her apartment a deep clean, both to calm down and to check for surveillance equipment. Jake said that he had left nothing behind but she would be a fool to take him at his word. She had found nothing but it didn't mean that she wasn't being watched.

Local news had brought up the fact that she was in counseling but she had been prepared. There was no shame in admitting that one needed help. With how stressful life could be, especially in Washington, getting help and support was crucial. Mental health was just as important as physical health, if not more important. After all, if one's mind wasn't right, then the rest of the body wouldn't be either.

The statement, along with substantial donations to local outreach programs, had quickly turned the narrative around in her favor. Olivia was a Fixer. She was the best in the business for a reason and it was nice to remember that she deserved help, too.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the couch. It was waiting near the quarry's small lake, looking both huge and small. She had been meaning to get rid of it since her abduction but she hadn't the time or the strength. But now that she was healing, truly healing, getting rid of it was just as important as taking her medicine on time and removing the toxic people from her life.

She had blocked Mellie's numbers. She had also put a strict policy in place for keeping her or her representatives out of OPA. True to Fitz's warning, a series of voicemails had been left by the embittered woman, dripping with alcohol laced venom. She had Huck save each one of them, added them to the black Kill Folder, and moved on with her life. Mellie losing her Election wasn't Olivia's fault. It wasn't Fitz's fault. It wasn't Cyrus' fault or the American People's. The loss was no one's fault but Mellie's. She didn't want to wait and build her brand. She didn't want to put the work in that her opponent had. She had felt entitled to Power and rightfully got a wake-up call.

Olivia had taken to letting Cyrus go to voicemail, too. Unless it was about Ella's wellbeing, she wouldn't take his calls. He was looking for her to get back into Kingmaking. He was looking for her to be The White House's personal Fixer again and Olivia wasn't interested. She wasn't interested in being called 'The Help' ever again. If Fitz needed her, then he could and would call her himself so Cyrus couldn't use that avenue to get her anymore. She wouldn't let him.

Just because he wasn't actively interfering with her life anymore didn't mean that he was trusted. Trusting Cyrus Beene would be just as foolish as trusting Jake. She was a lot of things but foolish? Not anymore. If she was really going to heal, she had to be firm. She had to be brave. Having support from her friends and Fitz was excellent but at the end of the day, it was up to her.

Reaching down to the large speaker, she turned the volume all the way up. Fighting back bile, Olivia lowered the needle to the record player and waited.

After a couple scratches, the music began.

Yeah, everybody's got a thing But some don't know how to handle it Always reaching out in vain Just taking the things not worth having but

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out, oh

They say your style of life's a drag And that you must go other places Just don't you feel too bad When you get fooled by smiling faces

Don't you worry bout a thing...

It needed to go.

The couch needed to go.

It was a constant reminder of what had happened to her, now. It was poison.

Yes, she and Fitz had their good moments on it. After hearing their first time on tape, he had held her for One Minute, comforting her and saying goodbye. When he came to her to run out the clock, the couch had been where he sat, looking at her with all the love in the world, all the trust in the world. She had fallen into his arms on the couch, letting herself be loved and letting go...

...but now? The couch had to go. The couch and the whole apartment, for that matter! Why was she still living there? Even before her abduction, there were so many bad times in the place, more than good. It had been a point of pride to stay put. Olivia had seen it as a sign of strength to stay but had it really been? It was something to think about. It was something to talk about, both with her therapist and her family. She had money. She had contacts. Finding a new place in or close to DC would be simple, even with the inherent hassle of moving.

She would have one less piece of furniture to deal with in the process.

Come on, everybody needs a change A chance to check out the new But you're the only one to sees The changes you take yourself through Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, thing...

After renting the truck and putting the couch inside, Olivia had driven to a small hardware store about 90 minutes away from DC. She had looked it up online, not wanting to deal with a large crowd. Not to mention that the sight of The Olivia Pope in a Home Depot or Lowe's would be instant Beltway gossip fuel. She didn't need that. She didn't deserve that. Over the years, she had become so protective of everyone else's privacy, everyone else's Reputation, that she had neglected herself. She had seen herself as a burden, as a Scandal, and it had led to some of the worst decisions she had ever made. That needed to change. Olivia needed to take control.

It was her life to live. It was her life to Fix so she could enjoy it again.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out When you get it off your trip Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama...

The muscles in her body burned. Tears were falling and her body was shaking but with each blow of the sledgehammer, Olivia could feel more of the heaviness lift. The couch was going to be gone. She would never have to look at it again. She would still have the memories. She would still have the flashbacks and terrors but things would be better. Huck was right. She was trying. She wanted to be better. She wanted to be happy again. No one was going to stop her from being happy again.

Not Jake.

Not Mellie.

Not Rowan.

Not Cyrus.

And especially not herself.

Once she could lift the hammer no more, she let it fall to the ground and took in the sight in front of her. The couch was now a jumble of metal, fabric, and wood. There were cuts on her hands, small but stinging. She would take care of them soon enough. She wasn't done just yet.

Returning to the truck, Olivia got the red gas can and the engraved silver lighter. It had been a gift from Rowan. She couldn't remember exactly when he had given it to her but it was before she had realized the truth about him. She had found it during the deep clean of her apartment and it was only fitting to use it.

The remains of the couch ignited immediately and she threw the lighter into the flames, letting it all burn. Olivia knew that she still had a lot of work to do. She knew that her fight for joy was far from over but at the moment, she felt victorious. She felt vindicated and empowered.

She had taken back another piece of her soul.

She would never get them all back but that was fine.

She would always be more than a little broken inside but that didn't mean that she was unworthy.

It didn't mean that she was ruined.

There was hope.

As long as there was breath in her body, there was hope.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out Oh don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing, I'll be standing by you

Oh Oh oh don't you worry 'bout a thing...

[boombitxh]

Poison & Antidote Ch 7

Posted it last night but forgot to mention it on here!!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12962180/7/Poison-Antidote

[democrattotheend]

Finally updated this story, set in the alternate universe where Olivia said no to Defiance and married Fitz. Reviews are highly appreciated. Here’s a little sneak peek:

Fitz gets out of the shower and walks into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. He smiles when he sees his wife sitting at her makeup bureau in her bathrobe pressing her hair.

"You don't have to do that," he insists. "I can think of a better way to spend the time," he says seductively, leaning down from behind her and kissing her neck.

"Fitz, no, no, no. This meeting is important. We need to be a believable couple that people can envision as President and First Lady."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. But why do you need to straighten your hair?"

"Because it makes me look a little more palatable to the Republican base."

"I'm a Republican and I like your hair curly," he responds.

"You know what I mean. Besides, I wore it straight during the campaign and I don't remember you complaining," she remarks.

"I like it straight too, I just...you shouldn't have to..."

"I don't have to do anything," she says pointedly. "This is my hair and I'm the only one who gets to decide if I want to straighten it or not."

"Okay, fair enough," he concedes. "But by the same logic, shouldn't I get to pick my own tie?" He holds up a multi-colored tie that he knows she is going to hate.

"Um, no," she says firmly, cringing at the memory of some of the ties she had to yank off of him during the campaign. She started carrying a supply of ties for him that she found appropriate, and she's pretty sure he started picking bad ties on purpose after a while because he liked having her change it for him.

"Now, that doesn't seem fair, now does it?" he complains.

"Deal with it," she retorts.

"I still don't understand why we're even having this meeting now," he grumbles. "The election's more than 2 years away."

"Because if you want to run again, you need to line up some key people now to run your campaign, before the top talent gets taken. As the standard bearer for the party the last time around they're going to expect you to make a decision early."

"I want you to run my campaign," Fitz responds.

Olivia laughs. "Okay, Fitz, there are a million reasons why that is a non-starter," she says, amused by how unrealistic he is being.

[douxbebearchives]

Please help me to find this story:

It’s set in Florida, Olivia is married to Jake, he’s a sheriff and abusive to Olivia. Olivia is a primary school teacher and Fitz’s son is a student in her class. Fitz is a single father and lives with his grandmother. Fitz works for Huck as a mechanic.

Didn't find anything that exactly matched your description. in Desire by MagicInHerMadness, Olivia is a teacher and Ftz is a mechanic.

But here are two categories that may help ind what you're looking for:

Olivia is a teacher

Fitz is a single father

[princessebonita]

I’m not a big fan with Olivia with Jake or Fitz but whichever coupling you support, you cannot deny that Liv looked beyond gorgeous in her wedding dress. Kerry Washington is a beautiful woman and she just looked amazing at the wedding. I’m still dying thinking about it. Oh side note Liv with more natural hair is deffs a good thing.

[anincorrectpetunia]

Olivia's eyes, soft and yielding, sparkled under his gaze. He did not seem real sometimes. She wanted to tell him she missed him, but she held back.

"Where's the wine and the Scotch?" Her lips were smiling, and she leaned in toward his.

"That's for later." Fitz quipped, just before she covered his lips with her own.

Their bellies were sated, but they craved each other. The sensation of his hair running through her hands was her new favorite feeling. Their tongues did not battle; they created melodies—soft and velvety. Their rhythms complimented each other. Slipping in, slipping out, sucking, tasting, feasting, savoring, they explored every sensation held within their kiss.

Olivia lay half on top of Fitz. Their mouths were still inseparable in the petering light. A fine dew was present in the air, collecting on blades of grass surrounding their blanket. She could not help but to open her eyes, watching him enjoy their kissing. But then his hands lay claim on her ass, moving her body completely atop his.

"Fitz," she gasped in shock and delight. Fitz bookmarked that sound, vowing to elicit it again.

She could feel the turgid evidence of his desire against her dress-covered thighs, which soon parted to straddle his hips. She did not start the fire; his dick did that, she reasoned. It was the kindling that caused her hips to rock the way they did.

"I could get used to you being on top of me," he said.

She forgot her surroundings, then, as she deftly rolled onto her back, bringing him with her. Oh, to feel the weight of him on top of her!

"And now?" She cheekily said.

"Well, this is a classic".

"Livvie," he whispered before kissing down her neck.

"Yes?" She said as her arms caressed up and down his back. Her too-high platform shoes had long been discarded, leaving her feet to travel up and down the back of his thighs.

Her reply hung between them unaddressed because Fitz hadn't intended to ask a damn thing. Soon his tongue was occupied with hers as they continued touching and slow grinding like a couple of teenagers recently released from detention.

Seconds before seeing and hearing the encroaching presence, Olivia felt the shadow, not of night, but of a someone.

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[katrinapavela]

hello! do you have any recs for canon olitz fanfic? where ideally they discuss their issues? i’ve already read All in Love is Fair so something in that vein would be nice :))

Hi, Anon

I wish I could be more helpful but I don’t read a lot of Canon-based Olitz fics, let alone ones where they talk about their problems. I think there are 3 or 4 authors work I’ve read that’s Canon-based. I stay in my happy place of AU generally.

But try @douxbebearchives because she sometimes answers posts like these and can point you in a better direction.

[mr-president-grant]

Always straight-faced