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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Seriously it’s about the community not content

This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

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@trekscribbles of course!! I read it last week! I absolutely loved it! You did an amazing job

And Bushwacked (or is it bushwacker) sorry, I need sleep, thankfully work will be over soon!

Does anyone know of a leverage fic where Eliot does kill Moreau during season 3 before the team can get too close?

Like, in Big Bang Job, he says he was trying "to figure out a way around this, all right, maybe take my shot before--"

So he definitely considered it, even if it didn't work out that way. Does anyone know of a fic where they explore what would have happened if he had succeeded?

Cause like, Nate is not just gonna leave things lie if the big mark mysteriously dies before they can take him down. He's going to obsess about what happened.

And how would Eliot even explain his absence to the team anyways? Not just his alibi after the fact, but where does he tell them he's going when he first leaves town? How does he come back and act like everything is normal? Does he get back before the news and have to pretend nothing happened in front of Nate and Sophie, notoriously good people readers? Or does someone call him on his way home to tell him that Moreau is dead and he needs to come in to help figure things out?

How hard does Nate push them to solve this case? Are they worried a rival who might be even worse ordered it?

Do Parker and Hardison start noticing he's acting weird while Nate is distracted with the case and Sophie is distracted with Nate? Does Hardison find anything suspicious in his hacking about Eliot's movements that day? Does Parker, who tracks the rate people blink per hour and knows what they're all supposed to smell like and catalogs every tiny mannerism even if she has trouble contextualizing them, does she notice any changes in Eliot recently?

How does Eliot feel about it? He did it. He protected the team. He finally escaped Moreau for good. But he broke his oath, he killed again, he technically killed in cold blood no matter how dangerous and willing to kill them the victim may have been. And he can't tell his team, because they may know he killed in the past, but they don't want a hitter who is going to spend his weekends committing murder and making them complicit by not stopping him. And he can't tell them because they would demand an explanation, which would lead to how much danger they really had been in so very far above their league, which would lead to how he knows this so surely and intimately, which would lead to working for Moreau, and the Worst Thing.

Like, there's just so much potential there, so does anyone know of any fics that explore this premise?

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Hey! So I don’t have exactly what you’re looking for, but it reminded me of fic I read last week by @trekscribbles over on Ao3 titled Backslide or Dear, Dear Eliot.

It explores a lot of the questions you’re asking, while being slightly different on the timeline. I really really enjoyed it I could talk about it for quite a while but I don’t want to spoil it for you!

Does anyone know of a leverage fic where Eliot does kill Moreau during season 3 before the team can get too close?

Like, in Big Bang Job, he says he was trying "to figure out a way around this, all right, maybe take my shot before--"

So he definitely considered it, even if it didn't work out that way. Does anyone know of a fic where they explore what would have happened if he had succeeded?

Cause like, Nate is not just gonna leave things lie if the big mark mysteriously dies before they can take him down. He's going to obsess about what happened.

And how would Eliot even explain his absence to the team anyways? Not just his alibi after the fact, but where does he tell them he's going when he first leaves town? How does he come back and act like everything is normal? Does he get back before the news and have to pretend nothing happened in front of Nate and Sophie, notoriously good people readers? Or does someone call him on his way home to tell him that Moreau is dead and he needs to come in to help figure things out?

How hard does Nate push them to solve this case? Are they worried a rival who might be even worse ordered it?

Do Parker and Hardison start noticing he's acting weird while Nate is distracted with the case and Sophie is distracted with Nate? Does Hardison find anything suspicious in his hacking about Eliot's movements that day? Does Parker, who tracks the rate people blink per hour and knows what they're all supposed to smell like and catalogs every tiny mannerism even if she has trouble contextualizing them, does she notice any changes in Eliot recently?

How does Eliot feel about it? He did it. He protected the team. He finally escaped Moreau for good. But he broke his oath, he killed again, he technically killed in cold blood no matter how dangerous and willing to kill them the victim may have been. And he can't tell his team, because they may know he killed in the past, but they don't want a hitter who is going to spend his weekends committing murder and making them complicit by not stopping him. And he can't tell them because they would demand an explanation, which would lead to how much danger they really had been in so very far above their league, which would lead to how he knows this so surely and intimately, which would lead to working for Moreau, and the Worst Thing.

Like, there's just so much potential there, so does anyone know of any fics that explore this premise?

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Distracted

Eliot Spencer x Reader

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Eliot Spencer was a man of contradictions. He had killed more people than you could count, and yet he despised guns. He was capable of murdering a man with a paperclip, and yet he was so gentle at times, imagining him hurting a fly was impossible. He was a professional hitter, and yet he was an incredible home cook.

These incongruencies were impossible to ignore, at least to you. You thought about how Eliot became the man he was often, even while discussing thieving techniques with Parker or playing World of Warcraft with Hardison. You thought about it the most when Eliot was around you; when you patched him up after a particularly tough fight, or when you visited his apartment in the city to watch a movie.

You thought about him, just him, pretty often as well, if you were being honest; his soft-looking hair, his kind eyes, his strong arms. Your crush on him was something you tried to deny at first, but even Parker eventually started asking why you were so distant when he was around.

You look forward to each and every interaction with him.

It was during one of those visits to his apartment that Eliot was the one who got distracted for once. He was telling you a story about one of the jobs Leverage took before you joined as the resident medic. As he regaled you with how he took out three security guards at once, he kneaded some dough on his kitchen counter.

His button-down’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the muscles of his forearms stretched and strained as he rolled and moved the dough around. When you realized you were staring, you looked up quickly, only to realize Eliot was already looking at you, a smirk on his face.

“You alright, Sweetheart? You seem… distracted.”

You feel your face flush.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m good.” You flounder with finding a change of subject, and you see his smile widen out of the corner of your eye.

“You're, uh. You're making bread, right? What kind?”

He lets you off the hook, but his eyes are still twinkling with mirth as he says, “Sourdough.”

You nod. There is silence for a moment before Eliot is heading towards you, flour-covered hand outstretched.

“Here, let me show you.” At your excited yet apprehensive face, he laughs. “C’mon, Sweetheart. I’ve seen you sew up a bullet wound in the back of a speeding car. I am positive you can knead a little bread.”

At that, you smile and take his hand. He leads to the counter and scoops up some flour from the bag nearby. He pours the flour into your open palms, gently spreading it over your hands. When he’s sure your hands are covered, he places them palms down on the dough.

“Now, just push the dough down and out.”

You do as instructed, and he shakes his head a bit. “You can push harder than that, Darlin’, it’s not made of glass.”

You apply more pressure, and hear Eliot mutter a quiet, “Atta girl,” before reaching out, working the dough into a new fold. His hands brush yours, and the flame in your face feels more like a bonfire.

“And… repeat steps one and two.” he says. You work in tandem for a few minutes in comfortable silence, you kneading and him folding, before he deems the dough ready. He reaches out and places his hands on yours to stop you. He takes out a bread knife and cuts the dough in half, giving you one and keeping one for himself.

“Now, we roll them each into a ball.” His voice is softer now, as if afraid to break the peace that has fallen between you. He shows you what he means, and you follow carefully. When you’re done, you place the halves into bread pans. He wraps them in plastic wrap and places them to the side.

You look up to ask what you’re supposed to do next, but your voice stops working when you notice he is already looking at you with an unreadable expression. He’s very close, you realize, close enough that you feel his breath on your face.

You take a breath to say something, anything to break the tension, and Eliot’s eyes shoot down to your lips before meeting yours again. Your breath is caught in your throat as he raises a hand toward your face. He stops just shy of touching you, hesitating before letting his hand drop again.

“The dough has to rise, now,” his voice is no more than a whisper.

You nod, your voice similarly quiet. “Thank you for teaching me.”

Eliot smiles and gives a slight nod before backing away to wash his hands in the sink. The spell hovering over you both breaks, and you feel as if you can breathe again.

After cleaning the kitchen, you both move to the couch in Eliot’s living room. It’s comfortable, large enough for both of you to stretch out without touching. He puts on an action film, but you don’t pay much attention, thoughts consumed by what happened minutes before.

He’d looked as if… as if he wanted to… no. You must have imagined it.

The rest of the night is spent in subdued silence. When the movie ends, Eliot walks you to your car. He opens his mouth to say something as you open the door, but ends up deciding against it. As you drive away, you see him stuck standing there in your rearview mirror, that same indiscernible look on his face.

In the weeks that follow, Eliot changes. Or, at least, the way he interacted with you does. While before you could sneak looks at him without being caught, he now was looking at you already every time you glanced his way. Each time, his smile would soften, and he would send a wink your way. While before he would only touch when he needed to, he now found reasons to touch you as often as he could. He places a hand on you back to guide you each time you go to meet a client, and slides a palm across your shoulders every time he passes you to take his seat in the meeting room. You try your best not to think anything of it. The feelings you had were one-sided, he was just being friendly.

Yet, you cannot deny that something has changed between you. He’s more protective on missions, more attentive at the office. He finds as many chances as possible to talk to you, whether it's about the weather or about a new horse he had just bought. The tension seems to grow with every secret wink, every subtle touch, every “Sweetheart�� and “Darlin’,” until it finally breaks over a game of chess.

You’re losing, as you always are against Eliot. The headquarters are empty except for you two, the rest of the team retreating to their separate homes almost an hour ago. You’re analyzing your pieces and his, trying to choose your next move. You, again, know you’re going to lose, but you want to take out as many of his pieces as you can before you go. You reach up to nibble on a nail as you study the board.

When Eliot notices, he reaches out, pulling your hand away from your mouth and onto the table. You expect him to let go, but he doesn’t, instead holding your hand in his, thumb brushing back and forth on the back.

“Nasty habit, Sweetheart.” His tone is teasing, but you barely register his words, thoughts consumed by the gentle rubbing of his thumb against your hand. When you don’t respond, Eliot’s hand squeezes yours.

“Darlin’? You alright?”

“Oh!” you gasp and look up, meeting his smiling eyes. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry, I’m just a little” you glance at your joined hands, then back at Eliot, “distracted.”

Eliot’s smile widens, and he squeezes your hand again.

“In a good way or a bad way?”

You shyly look down. “Good.”

He gives a sigh of relief. “Good. I was worried about that. I’m being as obvious as I can and yet getting absolutely nothing in return.”

You shake your head, confused.

“Obvious about what?”

Eliot leans back, then, and lets out a laugh, face tilted toward the ceiling.

“Okay, the Old Fashioned Way, then.”

He gets up and rounds the table to where you’re sitting, kneeling in front of you. He takes your hand in his, this time lifting it to press a kiss on the back, eyes never leaving yours.

“I like you, Sweetheart, quite a bit, actually,” he reaches up with his free hand, taking hold of your chin in his fingers gently. “Ever since that night in my apartment, you have been a thorn in my side; I can’t stop thinking about you.” His eyes are earnest as they search yours.

“Please, tell me I distract you at least a fraction of the amount you distract me.”

At this, you can’t help but let out a joyous laugh, hand raising to rest on his bicep.

“Eliot… you’ve distracted me since the day I met you.”

His smile turns blinding, and he leans forward so he can rest his forehead on yours. He glances down at your lips, and this time you don’t second guess it. You tilt your head up, and he meets you halfway in a chaste kiss. The hand on you chin slides up onto your cheek, and the hand on his bicep slides up into his hair.

When you break away, you both let out breathless laughs, eyes filled with contentment.

Eliot Spencer was a man of contradictions, but one thing would be consistent for the rest of his days; you would always be a distraction for him.

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Rebloging because this is so fucking well written

The more I watch it…

… I definitely think the reason the Nate and Eliot relationship gets overlooked is that it’s very tacit and unspoken. These are two guys who do not discuss feelings, at least not directly, instead they just steadily… Fall into a pattern, they develop a system. The trust and loyalty between them isn’t spelled out in long speeches or discussions; it’s in the way Eliot starts to look to Nate for a cue if he should engage; Eliot allowing Nate to pull him back; it’s Nate never trying to force details of Eliot’s past from him; the way Nate only ever doubts Eliot once and then never again; the way Nate looks at Eliot after being forced to take a drink in the Bottle Job, or any other time; their conversation about the bank robbery in the Bank Shot job; Eliot being willing to kill for Nate; no matter how far on a bent he is, it’s in Nate never asking him to; it’s in Eliot and Sophie worrying about Nate’s destructive behaviour and his drinking; Nate telling Eliot ‘get them to the chopper’ rather than ‘get to the chopper’; it’s every time Eliot speaks out about a play or choice he doesn’t agree w/ and calling Nate out; it’s them sitting in silence in the bar; it’s the way Eliot falls in at Nate’s shoulder, or shifts in front of him in case of threat; it’s Eliot doing things Nate asks even when he complains; it’s Nate honestly responding when Eliot confronts him; it’s the Zanzibar Job; Eliot being mad Nate (and the others) left the baseball game early; Nate trying to protect Eliot from being forced to do the fixed fight; his panic at thinking Eliot’s been shot for a moment; Nate sounding for all the world like a proud dad during the country music ep; the exchange at the end of the cheerleading ep; them both harping on Hardison to tip the messenger; Nate trying to curb Eliot’s flirting; watching sports together; it’s the tiny glances they exchange or they way they sometimes move in sync.

Leverage Inc has no hierarchy, not really, not in the usual sense, but they fill their own roles based on their strengths and personalities. There’s no outright decision, no official acknowledgement, but they don’t need that. Nate and Eliot settle seamlessly into not just the roles of a mastermind and his loyal, trusted, and competent lieutenant and enforcer, but also something reminiscent of a father and an eldest son. They are actually one of the closest bonds in the whole crew (which is comprised of very close bonds, to be fair, but hopefully you get the point), they just do it so naturally and almost in the periphery that it can go unnoticed/understood very easily.

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really, a shame we never got a scene like this:

Nate, planning a con: "Eliot, you're going to take her out."

Eliot: [pauses] "Like..." [somewhat hesitant garroting gesture]

Nate: "Wh- no, like on a date."

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You’re in his living room distracting him with champagne and a low cut dress, I’m in his high tech vault stealing his diamonds. We are not the same.

But we are on the same team, and the payout is gonna be great for us

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This is why I can’t have a normal conversation with people… because this is pretty much my family

Edit- I corrected the word CAN’T because it said can

Leverage 4x11- "The Experimental Job"

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This is best timeline I’ve ever seen of starting SPN

finally gave in and started supernatural. they seem quite normal so far tbh

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Damn! I wasn’t expecting that gut punch tonight

I made a mistake and thought too hard and hurt myself.

I was thinking about the Nigerian Job payout, and how everybody reacts to it. Yknow, It’s “THE score.” “Retirement money.” “Go legit and buy an island money.”

And all Nate says is “woah,” and then just kinda goes quiet… and after awkward goodbyes he actually shoves his way past Eliot to get out of there as fast as he can. Cause you know what that money is to Nate?

Too late.

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Don’t Lose Your Love (Part 4)

Summary: The reader works through a few things with Jensen…

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Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language

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Summary: The reader spends the day with Jensen…

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Summary: The reader goes to lunch with Jensen where he starts to relax more around her…

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Don’t Lose Your Love (Part 1)

Summary: The reader gets a wrong call one night that has the potential to change her life. If she can show Jensen how to open himself up again that is…

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Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language, implied past death

A/N: No hate in any way towards Danneel. Simply thought this would be something different since I’ve not really done Daddy!Jensen before…

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