#christian kane x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

request from @illiana-mystery

prompt from @knivesofdaudwill

prompt: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

earnings: swearing, mention of smut

Tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @fangsandroses

Eliot pressed me against the wall, kissing me deeply and hands pressed tightly against my hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair. The door slammed closed next to us and Eliot reached out blindly to lock it.

“don’t need hardison or Parker walking in on us.” He breathed out. “They’ve caught us too many times.” I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair.

“El, kiss me.” I whispered, tugging on his hair to get his attention back to me. “I need it…we need it after that mission.” Eliot smiled softly at me and pulled me against him tightly.

“You know it.” Eliot whispered back. “Need to feel you. Need you like you wouldn’t imagine.” I nuzzled into his neck and kissed along the skin there. He groaned and lifted me up, waiting for me to wrap my legs around his waist before starting towards our bedroom.

“never want to do another mission like that again.” I breathed out as Eliot captured my lips in another kiss. He hummed in agreement, pausing briefly to press me against the bedroom door. I pushed on his shoulders to get him to move. Getting the hint, Eliot pulled away and walked over to the bed. We fell on it in a fit of giggles and Eliot cupped my cheeks to kiss me deeply before pulling away slightly to discard his shirt.

[thegeeksideofsr]

Midnight Snack

Summery: Nate's daughter' period is a pain, literally and figuratively. Sent home to relax, and receives a late night visitor.

A/n: This is entirely self indulgence. I was on my period, had cramps and wanted cuddles. But alas. I am single. So this was made. Eliot might be a little OOC, but whatever. It's fluffy.

The kitchen is a buzz with activity. Kate works with the pastry chef and over sees the line cooks prepping at their stations, the prep cooks prepare ingredients and portioning them out, and the bussers setting tables up.

I sit at the bar talking with the sommelier, Alice, and bartender, Duncan, about the wine list, the drinks available, and the influx of minors trying to buy alcohol.

I try to pay attention to them, but my cramps are taking over, going from my waist to my lower back, I run a hand along my abdomen, trying to soothe the pain.

"Boss, you ok?" Duncan asks.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine, hun," Alice pipes in. " You look like you are going to be sick or pass out."

"I am fine," I stress. " It's just cramps. I've had them before and I'll have them again. Now the wine list-"

"Boss!" Yells Kate comes out of the kitchen in a trot. " Do you still want to do the- whoa! You look like shit!"

"Thanks, Kate. Just what every girl want to hear."

"Sorry, but you do." She turns to Duncan and Alice, "What'd you two do to her?"

"Nothing!" They exclaim.

"She has cramps and insists she's fine even though she looks awful." Alice's explains.

Kate turns to me, "You want to go home? I can hold down the fort."

"I can't. It's a Friday night, I can't leave you guys here while I'm at home."

"Ok, but how much help are you going to be of you are in pain all night. Have you taken anything?"

I nod. "Forty minutes ago. They haven't touched it."

"Well then I am pulling Soue Chef rank and sending you home." Kate's hand in her hips and a determined look on her face.

"I don't think that's a thing." Duncan mutters.

She ignores him and squints at me. "I will call your father and tell him you aren't talking care of you self."

I squint back.

"You wouldn't."

She reaches into her pocket, pull her phone out and opens to his contact. Her finger hovers over the call button.

"If you don't agree to go home in the next ten seconds I will call him." She says calmly then begins to count down.

I look to Duncan and Alice.

Duncan raises his hand in defense,"I'm not getting in the middle of Kate and one of her missions. I know better."

Alice shrugs. "While I don't agree with her tactics, you need a break. You have been here almost everyday for the past three months."

I glare at them. "Traitors."

"Five, four, three" Kate's finger hovers closer to the screen.

"Fine! I'll go home!" I relent. " What are you, twelve? Threatening to call my dad."

Kate shrugs as she put her phone away.

"It worked though. What's that say about you?"

I roll my eyes as I slide of the stool. "I hate you."

"I know."

I head to my office to get my phone and some paperwork, then to the wall of lockers in the back for the rest of my stuff.

I explain to the kitchen crew that I'm not feeling well and that Kate is sending me home, they all nod in understanding as they have also experienced her mothering, then stop at the bar again on my way out.

"Call me if you need me," I tell the trio. " I can still -"

"We will survive until Monday," Alice assures.

"Monday?"

"We discussed it," Kate nods, and gestures to the pair next to her. "And decided you need a vacation. You make sure this place runs smoothly and that everyone is ok. It's time you took care of yourself."

The thoughtfulness is touching, and she is right, a break would be nice.

"If you're sure."

"Go!" The three practically yell.

"Ok, ok I'm going."

I head towards the door, wave one last time, then open the door.

"Call the guy you told me about!" Kate yells after me. " The one with blue eyes!"

"What guy?" Duncan asks, a protective tone to his voice.

I roll my eyes and head to my car.

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Once in my apartment I go for a hot shower, hot as I can stand. My cramps are a bit better, but not gone, and the heat of the shower helps.

After the shower come the comfy pants, my favorite sweatshirt, and fuzzy socks.

I make my way to the kitchen and make a cup of tea. I place a bean bag in the microwave and turn it on for a few minutes to heat up.

Once it's done, I grab my mug and bean bag, then head to the couch turning off lights as I go.

Once in the living room I grab the remote and place it on the side table next to my mug, before placing the bean bag on my lower belly then tuck my blanket in around me.

I turn the TV on and pull up my comfort show, volume turned down low.

Cool autumn air flows in from the window, cracked open for fresh air, fairy lights line the ceiling of the living room casting a warm glow.

After half an hour my phone vibrates on the side table, my Dad's name across the screen.

I pick it up to answer.

"Hey, Dad. How are you?"

"Hey, kiddo. I wanted to check in, haven't heard from you in a while. Didn't expect you to pick up. Was gonna leave a message because you were working."

"I'm fine. Just busy with work. I wasn't feeling well so Kate sent me home," I explain.

"Are you okay?" His voice full of concern.

"I'm fine. Nothing a good nights sleep won't fix." I assure him. "I'm sorry I haven't called you or come by, but you and the team seemed busy. The last time I saw you all Eliot looked like he when toe to toe with a moose and lost."

"Yeah, we have been rather busy, but that doesn't excuse us not spending time together."

"I know, but it's not a big deal. We both have been busy. It happens. And what you and the team are doing is good work, I don't want to get in the way. The least I can do is feed you when I have the opportunity."

He goes quiet, neither of us speak for a moment.

"Can you come over tomorrow? Just us. So we can catch up?"

I smile. "Of course! What time do you want me there?"

"Ten?"

"Ten is perfect. I-"

I hear a yell in the background, I think is Eliot . Dad yells back that he's on his way.

"I have to go, kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad. I'll see you tomorrow."

We hang up, I set my phone down again and go back to my show.

I start to dose after a few episodes. My bean bag long since cooled, but the blanket keeps the heat in. Thankfully the cramps have subsided.

A knock on my door breaks through the quiet.

A groan leaves me. I extract myself from my cocoon, keeping my blanket wrapped around me as I trudge to the door.

I look through the peap hole, to find Eliot on the other side.

Confusion floods me as I unlock and open the door.

"Eliot?" I ask him. "What are you doing here this late."

"Nate said you weren't feelin' well." He lift his arm, showing off a fabric bag. "I brought this."

"What is it?"

"Can I come in?"

I nod, stepping out of the way.

He step past me to stand in the entrance awkwardly while I lock the door.

I turn to him. He looks out of place in my cozy apartment. His leather jacket and hoodie over a Henley, work boots and blue jeans.

He in turn looks at me. Reminding me that I'm wearing a blanket as a cape and fuzzy socks.

"Where's your kitchen?" He asks.

"Down on the left." I gesture towards the kitchen.

He nods, goes to take a step but hesitates.

"Should I take my boots off?" He asks.

I look down to his rather dirty boots, then back to his face.

"Would you mind?"

He shakes his head.

"I can take the bag to the kitchen if you'd like."

He hands it to me hesitantly, then bends to unlace his boots.

I head to the kitchen, "Make yourself at home," I call over my shoulder.

I place the bag on the counter, then turn my kettle on for another cup of tea, or hot chocolate. That would be good too.

Foot steps pull me from my thoughts as Eliot comes to the counter and start to pull items from the bag to lay on the counter.

Two tupperware of something, two quart jars of what looked like broth, and a tub of my favorite ice cream.

"Can I borrow your kitchen?" He asks, leaning against the counter next to the items he laid out.

"Depends. What are you making?"

He opens and sets down one of the tupperware to reveal scrambled eggs and small bits of cooked chicken, repeating with the next container to reveal small elbows pasta.

"My mom's chicken noodle soup. Homemade broth is what makes it so good. Fixes any ailment you got."

Oh that sounded good.

"Eliot, as sweet as this is and how good it sounds, I don't think that soup will help me right now."

He shrugs. "Never know till ya try it. How ya feelin' any way?"

I hesitate and look away from him.

He steps closer, his hands rest on my arms, heat radiating through the blanket around my shoulders.

"What is it?" He asks.

"My period. The cramps have been really bad today. Kate made me go home because I looked like I was going pass out. I was fine, but it was nice to relax for a while."

"Have you taken anything for them?"

I nod. " Some meds. And a hot shower and a heated bean bag. It's fine though, you didn't have to come over."

He shakes his head, "I don't mind. Are you cramping now?"

"The meds are wearing off," I check the clock on the stove, "I can take more in half an hour."

"Alright. When's the last time you ate?"

That question makes me pause. Thinking back, I wasn't hungry when I got home, or after my shower, so that ment the last meal would have been lunch with Alice and Kate. Considering it was ten-thirty , it had been about eleven hours. Yikes.

"Lunch time," I mutter.

He sighs and give me a disapproving look.

I roll my eyes, "I know. You can cook if you agree to stay and eat with me and keep me company."

He lets a half smile cross his face. " Deal."

I nod then leave him to fetch my mug for a new cup of tea.

On my return I see he's pulled a medium pot from the cupboard, emptied the two jars into it, the container of eggs and chicken as well, the ice cream no longer on the counter, presumably tucked away safely in the freezer.

"Where'dya keep your herbs?" He asks.

"Left of the stove." I gesture towards the cupboard as I pour hot water into my mug.

He opens the cupboard, reading the hand written labels.

"You dry these yourself?" He turns to me, holding the jar of dill.

I nod.

"The building has a community garden. Some people grow fruits, others grow veggies. I grow the herbs and dry them. The landlord has a chicken coop and those ladies are egg producing machines," I explain with chuckle as I grab my mug and move to the kitchen table, tucking my legs under me.

"We share what we grow, like a family. There's only a six units in the building so it works well. It was nice when Dad was out in LA. And when Sam died. My neighbor's made sure I was ok during that time."

"Nate wasn't there for you?"

"Not as much as I would have hoped. He took it the hardest. He got really angry at the world." I look down to my hands. "I was just starting my restaurant when he got diagnosed. Kate was the only one who knew."

"I'm sorry." He says, looking at me with a sad look. "I met Nate when he was probably at his worst. He was reckless. He never mentioned you before."

I laugh lightly.

"I'm not surprised. He always kept work and family separate as much as he could."

He nods then goes back to cooking.

I watch him cook. His movements smooth and confident, adding herbs and stirring them in, adding the pasta and turning the heat down to simmer.

Watching him slowly gets taken over by pain encircling my hips and lower abdomen.

I lean forward over my lap, squishing my organs to relieve the pain. I must make some kind of noise, because Eliot's feet appear in front of me, then he squats down in front of me.

"You ok, darlin'?"

"I'm fine." I mutter.

"No, you're not. Where are your meds?"

"Bathroom, left middle drawer."

He leaves my view, I hear him rummage through the drawer, then his foot steps back to the kitchen.

He squats back in front of me, opening the jar and pouring out a few pills into his hand.

"How many?"

"Two."

He puts the extras away until two remain in his palm, held out towards me.

I sit up, and take them from him, I wash them down with my tea, now drinking temp.

I set my mug back on the table, Eliot's gaze following my movements, hand on my knees gently rubbing.

"Why are you so calm about this?" I ask. "Most guys are kinda grossed out, or do the bare minimum."

"My mom taught me to take care of people, especially women in pain. Plus I've been workin' with Parker and Sophie for two years, this ain't my first rodeo."

"Parker must be a handful." I joke.

"Yeah she is." He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkle. "You need anything else?"

"Not right now." I push my blanket from my shoulders to stand up. "I think I'll go back to my spot on the couch after a quick bathroom stop."

He nods, taking a step back allowing me room to stand.

I head to the bathroom, sounds come from Eliot moving about my apartment through the door.

Once I'm done I head back out towards the kitchen, but the living room catches my eye, the couch specifically.

My blanket it there, not on the kitchen chair, my mug on the side table, and two bowls sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, steam rising from them. The microwave hums is the kitchen.

I stand in the door way of the kitchen, starring at Eliot, leaning against the counter waiting for the microwave to finish.

He looks up at me.

"Go sit down. I'll bring this over when it's done."

"What is it? My bean bag?"

He nods.

"Found it when I brought you blanket over. Thought I'd warm it for you while you were gone."

The thoughtfulness makes my heart flutter.

"Thank you, Eliot."

"You're welcome. Now go sit." He points towards the living room then turns to the microwave as it beeps.

I give a small salute then head to the couch, tucking my self into my blanket like a nest.

Eliot follows a minute later holding the bean bag.

"Over the blanket or under?" He asks.

"Under." I reach for the bag, move the blanket and settle it across my lap and abdomen.

I tuck the blanket back around me, leaning my head down to the back of the couch.

"Better?" He asks.

I hum an confirmation.

The couch dips next to me, he sits close enough to feel his body heat, but not touching.

He leans forward and pick up a bowl, passing it to me, then picking up the next for himself.

I thank him, then take a spoon full of the soup. It smells amazing, and the taste even more so.

"Eliot, this is amazing. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."

I watch him as he eats, sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward like he's really to go at a moment notice. Not relaxed at all.

"Eliot," I say to him. "Sit back get comfy."

He looks at me, almost like a dear caught in headlights, then shifts back and settles into his spot.

"Happy?" He grumbles.

"Very. Now," I reach for the TV remote and turn it back on. " What do you like to watch?"

"I don't watch TV much, but when I have the opportunity it's sports."

"Of course it is," I whisper under my breath.

"What was that?" He raises any eyebrow at me.

"Nothing! So sports, I think they are running some old baseball games -"

"Not baseball."

"What's wrong with baseball?"

"It's stupid. Can't score off defense."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't say that around my restaurant, you'd never make it out alive."

"I think I'd be fine."

I shake my head, turning back to the TV to find something we agree on, surprisingly it's old reruns of Magnum PI. At least he's got good taste out side of sports.

Soon enough the bowls a empty, ice cream replaces soup and is consumed. Empty bowls are left on the coffee table to be cleaned later.

During the third episode, I lean over to rest against Eliot's side, his arm moving from the back of the couch to around my shoulders, his thumb rubbing against my shoulder.

I feel myself start to doze off. The dimly lit room, the warmth from Eliot around me, and the comfort of his arm around it the perfect recipe for sleep.

I wake up a little bit as I feel myself being being lifted from the couch. I'm carried for a few seconds, then am gently set onto something soft. A hand cradles my head, guiding it until my head hits my pillow.

The blankets are pulled over me, tucking me in. A head brushes some hair from my face, then leaves. I look to catch the hand, I hold tight.

"I gotta go, darlin'. You need sleep." He whispers.

"Stay." I mumble back, eyes falling closed again.

He doesn't move, still holding my hand, he then squeezes it briefly and lets go.

"A'right, I'll stay."

He rounds the bed and climbs in the other side. I shuffle over to his side, his body heat like a magnet. I cuddle into his side, my head on his chest, arm draped across his stomach.

He's stiff, and his heart beats are rapid.

He soon relaxes, heart slowing, one hand resting on my upper back, the other coming to rest on the back of my head, rubbing my scalp, lulling me to sleep.

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Sun through shear curtains shines on my face, pulling me from sleep.

I roll away from the window reaching to the side that was occupied the night before, but my hand lands on cool, empty bedsheets.

I sit up and glance around the room. Not a trace of anything out of place. I listen for movement, but the apartment is silent.

I toss the blankets of and slip out of my room.

The blanket on the couch is neatly folded, there are no mugs on the coffee or side tables.

The kitchen is the same. No tupperware or jars, no pots on the stove. The sink is empty, or in the drainer.

The whole house is baren of any sign Eliot was in my apartment, let alone my bed.

Except for the the pot of coffee on my counter, the light still on.

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[security-chief-odo]

The Fake Dating Job - Chapter 4

Elliot Spencer x Reader

Previous chapters: 1 2 3

Note: Thanks for your patience. My life has been crazy as of late. In exchange for bearing with me, I offer you, probably my favorite chapter so far of any of my fics.

Word count: ~3.7k

Description: You and Eliot pine for each other throughout the reception. Will your ex get in the way of your happiness?

• • •

After the ceremony, you and the rest of the bridal party are asked to hang back for photos. As the rest of the guests file into the reception hall for the cocktail hour, Eliot makes a brief detour to give you a peck on the cheek. “See you inside sweetheart.” he says softly before rejoining the rest of the guests.

Your mind occasionally wandered to Eliot throughout the photo process, whereas his mind never left you from the moment that he left the bridal suite this morning. You looked gorgeous in the dress your sister had picked out for you. Maybe he could blame the dress for why he spent more time focused on you than on the actual wedding.

Though that is the beauty of this whole plan, there would be nobody to explain it to as he was supposed to want to stare at you. There would be no moment where Hardison calls him out for staring at you for a little too long. There would be no explaining, rather lying, to Parker about how protective he gets over you on a mission. There would be no knowing look across the room from Nate or well meaning advice from Sophie. There would be nothing but his own thoughts and delusions that you would ever want him to be more than just your fake boyfriend.

When the bridal party finally makes their entrance into the reception hall, his eyes are searching for you. Despite how happy you are for your sister, a feeling of relief nearly consumes you once you find yourself by Eliot’s side once again. Though, as you make your way to the table, your relief falters slightly at the realization of who you’ll be seated near. Your ex is seated at the same table as you, only two seats away.

Eliot’s warm embrace calms you though. This is what he was here for ultimately, to be a barrier between you and your ex. To make the night go better for you. And in a small way, he was already doing just that.

After the couple shares their first dance, dinner is served. You desperately try to avoid giving your ex any attention, and Eliot makes that easy. He eats slowly, taking time between bites to shower you with little bits of affection. His hand rests on your thigh through much of the meal and you hope that the flush that crosses your cheeks isn’t too obvious in the dim lighting. You could get used to these casual touches, if only they weren’t for show.

“How’d you like the food?” you ask, hoping that a bit of small talk can keep your wishful thoughts at bay.

“It was alright.”

That response alone was very telling so you quietly finish the sentence he was too polite to complete. “But you could’ve done better?” You raise your eyebrow at him as he half nods.

“I’m just sayin’ I know what these wedding caterers charge and they should take a bit more pride in their work.”

You can’t help, but chuckle at this as the DJ announces the father daughter dance. You turn your chair towards the dance floor to watch your father and sister share this moment and Elliot does the same beside you. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You can’t help but lean into the touch. You probably don’t need to do as much as you are to sell the act, but damn it, if this is your only opportunity to be this close with Eliot, maybe relishing in it a little isn’t a bad thing.

After the dance, cake is served and this time Eliot has no complaints. The cake is as close to perfect as any cake could be. As you finish, you remind yourself to ask your sister where she got the cake from so you could maybe stop by the bakery on your own before you leave town.

As the dance floor opens up, you take this opportunity to go talk to your parents. You haven’t had enough time with them this weekend and you really have missed them. Ever the gentleman, Eliot insists on tagging along to properly meet them. He is far too good at this fake boyfriend thing.

You greet your parents with a warm hug. “I’ve missed you guys!” you say trying to be heard over the music. “It’s been too long.”

“And whose fault is that?” your dad asks.

Your mom nudges him and gives a disapproving glare at his bluntness. “You should visit more. Maybe then it wouldn’t have taken so long for you to introduce us to this handsome fella.”

“I’ve been telling her the same thing.” Eliot steps in with the charm offensive in full force. “I’m Eliot.” He shakes each of your parent’s hands. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“All bad things I suppose?” your mom asks teasingly.

“Hardly. She’s told me so many fun stories about your family. Though maybe a few of those stories could be classified as embarrassing.”

It’s nice to see your parents get along with Eliot, though it shouldn’t matter to you. You will have a fake breakup in a few weeks and this will be nothing but a memory for both of you. A damn good one too.

You’re broken out of that train of thought when you hear your mom reply, “Oh, is that so?”

“She’s got plenty of embarrassing stories of her own.” your dad adds in. Eliot lets out a hearty laugh at the prospect.

“Oh? Any worth telling?” You bury your face in your hands in fear of the mortifying words that may come next from either of your parents.

“How about you buy me a drink and I’ll tell you anything you wanna know about our dear Y/N?” Your mom suggests.

“Gladly” Eliot guides your mom to the bar and out of your earshot as you sit with your father.

You sit in silence at first, just enjoying the shared time. Minutes pass before your father speaks again, without even looking directly at you, “He’s good for you, you know.”

You figure the best way to avoid being caught in a lie is to just stay as close to the truth as possible, so you tell your dad your real thoughts on Eliot. “I know, he’s a really nice guy. He’s funny and caring. I really love him.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He turns to fully face you. “I just haven’t seen you this happy in some time.”

“Oh.” you say, stunned. This statement catches you off guard but luckily your father continues, so you don’t have to fill the silence.

“You seemed so sad before, especially with James. You used to force those tight lipped smiles that you thought we didn’t notice. This new guy has brought back your infectious smile. The one you don’t even seem to notice, you just do it.” He pauses slightly, “I missed that smile.”

This conversation comes to an end as your mom and Eliot return laughing loudly. Once he approaches the table, he stops in front of you. “Care for a dance?” He offers you his hand.

You gladly accept and follow him out onto this dance floor.You dance through several upbeat songs, joking and laughing at each other’s goofy dance moves throughout. For a moment, you forget how painful going back to normal life may be because having this much fun with Eliot reminds you how important your friendship is. The heartbreak could never break this bond. The bitterness of pining could never overpower the sweetness of these moments you share.

He spins you around and holds you close to him, your back to his chest. As you sway together to the music Eliot whispers in your ear, “You know, your mom told me some interesting things about you.”

“Oh god. What did she say?” You brace yourself for whatever ungodly stories from your youth your mom may have dug up for this occasion.

“Nothing too bad. I actually thought it was cute.” You turn in his arms to face him and raise your eyebrow as if to ask him to elaborate. “First she told me about the time you cut your own hair.”

You let out a chuckle, mostly in relief at how benign of a story that was. “I can still remember the terrible bangs I had in my school pictures that year. It felt like it took forever for those to grow out.”

“So is that why you convinced your sister to do the same just two years later?” He looks at you accusatorily and you know that your mom had to have given him more ammunition if he’s already digging in on the teasing.

You raise your hands defensively, “I just handed her the scissors and told her I thought she’d look cute with bangs. What she did after that is not my business.”

You wrap your arms around Eliot as you continue to dance as you bicker. “Oh I’m sure it was all her own idea.” His smile only widens as he continues, “She also showed me this picture of you as a kid where you were laying face first into your plate of mashed potatoes. It was cute. You’re still pretty cute when you get all sleepy like that.”

This catches you off guard because it’s just one more moment that’s a step past friendly without any reason for it. Nobody could really overhear your conversation over the music. He said that just for your benefit, or maybe just to sell the act. Maybe in a different life Eliot could have been an actor, he certainly played the part of lovestruck boyfriend pretty convincingly.

Trying not to focus much more on his words, lest their implications consume you, you add, “Did she tell you how I used to fall asleep at my bedtime so religiously I would sleep sitting up at family gatherings or in the cart at the grocery store?” He shook his head in response. “Yeah I wish I was still that committed to my sleep schedule.”

“Well ain’t that the truth sweetheart.” There’s a softness about him that is so rare and nearly indescribable. It’s a nearly magnetic force and you find it impossible to look away from him. It feels like if you even glance away for a second, the levity will be gone and the weight of the world will once again return to rest on his shoulders.

Soon you have to shift your focus as the DJ announces the bouquet toss. The men clear off the dance floor as all of the unmarried women gather. Sure, it doesn’t really mean anything if you catch the bouquet, but you find yourself reaching for it nonetheless. Maybe it was fate or maybe just luck or maybe it was set up by your sister considering her earlier remarks, but regardless the bouquet is in your hand and you’re staring down at it in shock.

Your sister hugs you and you know it’s going to break her heart when you and Eliot “split up.” Though by now, you’re too deep into it and so you have to act excited about this turn of events. A small part of you is excited though, the part that has clung onto every romantic moment this weekend as if it’s more than a fantasy. Perhaps that part isn’t so small.

On the side of the dancefloor the excitement over your purely hypothetical future builds in Eliot too. Fuck it. He won’t have many more chances to do this. He makes his way across the floor to you and happily pulls you to him, first in a tight hug, then into a lingering kiss. One that he has to hope you can’t just feel the sincerity of his desire dripping from.

You could get used to being kissed like this. Though, as your family is currently about half of the room, you pull away from Eliot, you can’t convince yourself to go very far away. Your foreheads rest against each other and the tension is palpable. Damn. He really is committed to convincing your family. He would have you convinced if you hadn’t been the one to set up this whole ruse.

Around you the dance floor fills again as the DJ turns on a slow song. You and Eliot hold each other close as you dance. Eliot softly sings along in your ear. His soothing voice slowly erases every worry you’ve had about this night. You feel safe and at home in his arms, and even if it won’t last, you can’t help sinking further against him. Truly if your heart must be broken, there’s nobody you would trust more to break it kindly.

You and Eliot are lost to the world around you as you both relish in what little time you have left to hold each other. That momentary bliss comes to an abrupt halt as the song fades out and you notice a presence looming just behind you. Just then you hear James’ voice behind you as his hand touches your back, sending a chill down your spine at your own unease. Speaking to Eliot he asks, “May I have her for this next one?”

Something seems off to him, but you reassure Eliot that it’s fine with a polite nod. There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, of course this was never real so he should have been prepared for rejection, but it still stings seeing you in someone else’s arms. Maybe that’s why you invited him, not to avoid your asshole ex, but to make James jealous.

Eliot goes to the bar to drown in something other than his own self pity and insecurities, and is met with your mother inviting him to sit next to her. Despite his own feelings, he won’t ruin things with your family so he orders a drink and sits at the open stool she has offered him.

“You’re good for her, you know?”

“I try to be.”

“I mean it. She’s happier with you than she has been in a long time. She still thinks she doesn’t deserve you though.” your mom looks at him with a sad sort of smile.

“What?” he asks incredulously.

“She’s always been a worrier. You can see it in the way she holds you,” she pauses in thought before correcting herself, “in the way you hold each other. You’re both so scared the other will leave. You don’t think you deserve her either, do you?”

It’s a relief in a way to be able to be truly honest for once this weekend. “No ma’am. I can’t say I do. I’m happy to have her until she realizes that though, and that’s enough for now.” He waves to the bartender and orders a second drink.

“You’re both idiots, I swear.” Your mother lets out a long sigh. “Do you treat my daughter with kindness?”

Suddenly, under your mom’s gaze Eliot feels like he’s sitting in the principal’s office facing detention. He feels small. “Of course.”

“And you love her?”

“Yes.”

“So are you saying Y/N doesn’t deserve your kindness and love?”

“No ma’am.”

“Then pull your head out of your ass and stop acting like she’s going to leave you. That girl loves you, anyone could see that, so why are you sitting here with me at the bar, drowning your sorrows?”

He hangs his head in defeat, he couldn’t argue the point of your affections, not without ruining your plan, so he settles on the easier argument. “She already has a dance partner.” He gestures to the dance floor.

Your mom finally glances over to you and rolls her eyes. “God I’ve always hated that son of a bitch.”

Eliot can’t help the deep belly laugh that escapes him. Your mom cursing in anger is funny when it’s not directed at him. It’s then when you turn to where he can see your face, your features lined with sadness. His protective instincts finally kick in and he heads your way. He tries to hang back to get the full scope of the situation.

As Eliot was at the bar, your ex had been saying truly awful things. As Eliot reapproached, he continued. “He’s gonna leave you, you know?”

Eliot couldn’t make out any of what was being said, but he knew from the tension in your body that you weren’t happy. He’s kicking himself now for letting his own insecurities put you in the exact kind of situation he was here to help you avoid.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you plaster a fake smile on your face and through gritted teeth say “I fail to see how that’s any of your fucking business James.”

“I’m just looking out for you, babe.”

“Don’t call me that” you cut him off.

He continues, not acknowledging what you said. “I may have moved on, but I still care about you. You don’t deserve to be hurt when he finds a prettier girl and runs away with her.”

“Fuck off, James.” Eliot isn’t going to stay with you, but that doesn’t mean you need to tolerate James’ bullshit. You pull yourself out of his hold but he follows behind you.

Eliot quickly approaches as he sees this and is in earshot finally for the last insult James throws out. “You know, I don’t know why you bothered catching that bouquet. Nobody is ever going to love you, much less marry you.”

In an instant, James is grabbed from behind, turned, and pinned against the nearby wall. You barely hear the commotion behind you as you exit the reception hall and finally let a tear run down your face.

Inside all eyes are on Eliot and your family has gathered as he begins yelling at James, “What’s your fucking problem, man?”

All too cocky, James smirks, “Here to ask if you can have my current girlfriend when we break up? You clearly love my leftovers.”

That earns him a broken nose. Eliot’s fist makes sharp contact with his face and the blood from his nose quickly stains his white shirt. “You need to shut the fuck up and leave Y/N the fuck alone, or you’ll find out just how quickly I can break another bone.”

Ever the idiot James opens his mouth to reply, but, before he can, your sister yells at him, “Better yet, get the fuck out of my wedding.”

With the bride’s blessing, Eliot and your father drag James out to his car and, seeing he’s been beat, or perhaps fearing being beaten again, he leaves without another word.

He sees you sitting on a bench outside the reception hall and breaks into a jog, wanting to comfort you. He holds you to his chest as you gently sob. As much as you didn’t like that James was saying it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right, but you let that insecurity burrow further inside your heart as you realize something far worse. You probably just ruined your sister’s wedding.

You sit up abruptly and wipe the tears from your face, “I need to go apologize to my sister.” You run inside, leaving Eliot to slowly follow, though he washes your ex’s blood off of his hand before re-entering the reception hall.

Your eyes scan the room and finally land on your sister. The anxiety makes the words practically spill out of your mouth, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a scene at your wedding. I know I can’t make it better, but I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

Both of you are crying now. “You didn’t ruin anything. I shouldn’t have let him come, even if he was dating one of the other bridesmaids. If anything you fixed the wedding by getting rid of that piece of shit.”

“Well I’m pretty sure the getting rid of him part was more Eliot than it was me.” you chuckle. He walks up behind you, as if summoned by the mention of his name.

He looks toward your sister and her now husband as he wraps his hand around yours. “I am so sorry for,” he pauses and gestures vaguely towards the spot he had pinned James, “well, all of that really.”

Your sister laughs, “No need. We’ll just call it dinner and a show, and it was quite the show.” she leans in towards you both and in a far more serious tone adds “I heard from some of the others what he was saying before. You did the right thing, you could’ve gone a bit further to teach him a lesson if you ask me.”

He looks to you, now remembering that your ex had plenty of time in his absence to say far worse than what Eliot heard. “Wish I would’ve.” he lets out a nervous laugh, still unsure where he stands with everyone else. “I’m just glad he’s gone though and can’t cause any more trouble.”

Your sister replies, “Agreed. Though maybe try not to hit anyone at the next wedding?”

“I think I can manage that.” He smiles, glad to see that everyone is still in good spirits.

The groom, also seeming to relax, throws in, “You’d better because if those flowers are anything to go by, it’ll be your own.”

Eliot wraps his arms around you, and with more sincerity than you were prepared for says, “Hopefully.”

Trying so hard not to get lost in your imaginary future with Eliot, you change the topic. “Your wedding was really beautiful by the way. Congratulations.” You hug your sister. As you pull away, you lean back against Eliot and say. “I think it’s time for us to go back to the hotel though. I think we’ve created enough of a story tonight.”

“Of course,” she agrees. “Have a good night. Thank you both for coming.” Then as you walk away, your sister calls after you, loud enough for about half the room to hear, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, lovebirds.”

This leads to a few hoots and hollers from the other guests, just trying to tease and embarrass you further. You flip your sister off as Eliot guides you out of the room.

• • •

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[sstar-ggirl]

I feel silly what should I write???

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Alright I need some help getting my confidence back to posting my kinda okay writing. So I am asking you all to fill up messages/asks and send me requests for one shots or short stories that may or may not spiral into a series, or which of my series do you want a new chapter written?

I guess I should also mention my second page @coffee-shop-girl is where I would post my stories under and that is where they all live. Now you’re probably wondering why I am not posting this on that page? Well I don’t know how to get my message/ask section back. It seems to have disappeared a while ago and that kind of when I stop writing and posting. So for now this page still has access to messages/asks so fingers crossed I don’t lose it on this page.

So what fandoms do I write for?

* Supernatural

* Chicago Fire, P.D.

* Animal Kingdom

* Leverage

* 9-1-1

* Suits

* The Walking Dead

Are my top fandoms, but send me anything, it will be good exercise in the creative process. So read through my meteoric work, see my style of writing, and send me a prompt.

I am tagging a few accounts that seem to have recently found my works, or that I have started following or that use to follow me. hope you don’t mind, I just really want to get eyes on this. I promise I will only tag you in posts moving forward if you want to be.

Thanks again for reading

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[multiversalfandomwriter222]

REQUESTS

I put up the board for my requests, you all should see it on my page. So for anyone who wants to request anyone from the list you can tell me and I’ll deliver! It just might take me a while to get into my writing again.

[beautifuldaysarehere]

Everyone please share your best Eliot Spencer x reader fics because I am sad and need some love.

[brooklhyn]

Eliot Spencer and What I am Learning About Myself

A poem about my brother that isn't making it in my poetry book

I have little time on my hands, so much of what I consume has a purpose.

My food is treated like medicine (six brazil nuts a day...), media is an opportunity to learn what is happening, books and tv fill in the gaps of my knowledge from economics to how to cook for my elderly neighbors. You get the point.

My heart has dipped low, weighed down with the collected tears of the world in her pocket, looking for joy in a shadowy street.

I try not to give myself passes. After all, people giving themselves passes often leaves other lives at chance in my line of work. But reason and wisdom peak my interest. In the swoop a half-sided smile, I'm sent into the cold with a prescription for laughter.

With comedy quiet for the sleepy winter, somehow, I find myself transported back to a room of younger me with the click of a dvd in the player. It's not family movies- don't be so naive.

I have fragmented memories of these stories- they are seemingly more politically prolific today than I remembered. But what catches my attention is the man with the dedication and calmness. He reminds me of someone- he did back then too.

Living a 1,000 lives in the last fews years has set me on this hunt to dissect who I once was. I didn't remember until recently but the room younger me was sat in was one of expectation- waiting for the door to open and me to be swept up into open arms, circling around me with assurance that was safe.

Back then, I could tell myself he was off liberating Croatia. Now, my tears fill my heart as I know that his dying day came before my own.

[spencereliotwinchester]

I demand my gifs of Christian Kane immediately @mrswhozeewhatsis

For… research purposes. Yeah. Research purposes.

Anyway, come join me on Thursday in the pond. We can talk about whatever, I might talk about DeanLee. No, I will. Definitely will.

Ride ‘em cowboy.

Weekly Pond Newsletter

It's A/B/O weekend at the Pond, so we've been talking about what we like and don't like about the trope. Some say it's like smushing the soulmates, sex pollen, and arrange marriage tropes all into one story. Others don't like the dubcon aspects, or the focus on smut. How do you feel about it? We like it when fics turn the usual social rules upside down, like making the omegas the ones in power. What are your weird and off-the-wall ideas about Omegaverse? Tell us about the most unique Omegaverse fics you've read (or written)!

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[eat-limes-bitches]

Eat-Limes-Bitches’ Bucky Barnes One Shot Masterlist

All of my Bucky x One Shots can be found here!

Snowfall Kind of Love -One Shot- (fluff)

Based on the song Snowfall by Ingrid Michaelson: A quiet snowy evening in the avengers compound with two hopeless romantics.

Nothing I've Ever Known -One Shot- (fluff)

Based on the song Nothing I've Ever Known by Bryan Adams: Falling in love and living in peace is nothing Bucky's ever known.

Let Me Take Care of You -One Shot- (angst, fluff)

When an injury keeps Bucky from sleeping, sometimes he need someone to take care of him so he can start to feel better.  This is for the words written by the sea writing challenge.

Rescue Me -One Shot-  (angst, fluff)

Based on the song Rescue by  Lauren Daigle: Even heroes need rescuing from their own minds sometimes.

What Would I do Without You -One Shot- (fluff)

Based on the song What Would I Do Without You by Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors: One quiet morning, Bucky reflects on his love for you and decides to tell you about it.

Do You Notice -One Shot-  (angst, fluff)

Based on the song Please Notice by Christian Leave: When a mission goes wrong and Y/N ends up in the hospital, feelings are revealed and healing begins.

Skin Care and Snuggles -One Shot- (fluff)

When the need for cuddles ends up with Bucky partaking in the readers' skin care routine, fluff follows close behind.

I Guess I’m In Love -One Shot- (fluff)

Based on the song I Guess I’m In Love by  Clinton Kane:  Bucky decided it was now or never to tell her how he really feels.

Night Check -One Shot- (fluff)

A quiet night seemed like a good time for the two boys to come to an understanding.

Bring it on Home -One Shot- (fluff)

Y/N wants to surprise Bucky by coming home early

I Will Always Come When You Call -One Shot-  (angst, fluff)

When reader accidentally calls Bucky, he comes running to find out what’s wrong.

Whispers on the Wind -One Shot- (maybe more idk)  (angst, fluff)

The wind will whisper messages for those who need it the most

A Sky Full of Ghosts -One Shot-  (angst, fluff)

“Did- did I ever tell you that the sky is full of ghosts?” “No, no you didn’t darling. What does that mean?”

Be Brave -One Shot- (Angst, fluff)

On a cold lonely night, Bucky finds something he never expected to.

          -Take a Chance (part 2 to Be Brave)

            Who knew one look could calm the raging storm of his mind.

         - Nowhere Else I’d Rather Be (part 3 to Be Brave)

           Soft blues and sunsets make for the perfect wedding.

Sanctuary -One Shot- (fluff)

We all need a safe place to rest, even when some of us don't believe it

Agape -One Shot- (Angst, fluff)

AGAPE 1. noun: selfless love of one person for another

Love After War -One Shot- (Angst, fluff)

The mind has a way of playing tricks on you, images you thought to be real are just a figment of your past. But how to get back to the present?

Coming Home -One Shot- (ANGST, fluff) 

 “Falling for you was like nothing I imagined.” Her voice started to give out as the door to the safe house burst open, “It was coming home.”

Attitude Adjustment -One Shot- (angst, Fluff)

Pain affects everyone. Even 106-year-old assassins

Not Allowed To Die -One Shot- (Angst)

We never know how much time we have left and fate is a cruel mistress. We can only make the best of the time we have left

Southern Cookin’ -One Shot- (Fluff, touch of angst)

When Bucky and Sam get stranded in a Storm, they go to the nearest place they can, Bucky’s country home, but what happens when Walker shows up at the front door too?

[edgessunflower]

Part of us

Pairing: Edge x Fem reader x Lita

Description: You are scared after Trish Stratus and Christian reveal your feelings for your two best friends to them but when they find you everything changes

You run with tears in your eyes before hiding in the corner of your locker room after locking the door. Your friends try to stop you but you run terrified of what would happen, you had confided in what you thought were your two friends Christian and Trish Stratus about your feelings for both Edge and Lita not knowing the plan the two put into motion once they told each other about the secret, you walked in the ring to be in a tag team match with the rated r couple against Mickie James, Kane, and Victoria but during the match the duo comes out and they attack all of you but as trish beats you on the ground christian stares evilly saying every word you told the two about your feelings for the couple as you lay on the ground until victoria pulls her away while edge and lita attack christian as you run backstage terrified, bleeding, and sobbing. You shake and cry in the corner jumping when you hear knocks on the door "You gotta let us in we want to help you're hurt" you stay in the corner as Rey speaks until suddenly you hear the door burst open making you scream in fear before closing your eyes ready for what would happen until you felt a hand grab your arm picking you up making you yell and kick "It's us we're not gonna hurt you" you open your eyes after being set down on a table realizing who was talking and that you were in the couple's locker room making you tremble as tears flowed down your face looking at the ground in shame and fear, moving away when edge wipes blood off your face "Rey! Eddie! you know what to do" your head is gently lifted up to look at the two "I'm sorry...I'm sorry". You quietly cry as lita cleans up your bruised body when edge puts his hands on your face "Look at us hon" you shake while he pulls you in his lap and lita wraps her arms around your waist rubbing your hip until your face is in the crook of edge's neck and lita's head on your shoulder as you slowly calm down looking at the two in fear before they both caress your face "We were shocked but we care about you...you're part of us and we love you" you stare in surprise until you feel warm lips on your neck and lita kisses you gently before moving down your jaw and tenderly kissed by edge, "Let us show you how we feel" you hug your friends before walking out with them and drive to your house. After closing the front door you are lifted up by lita and kiss each other delicately while edge kisses her neck and a minute later after leading them to your bedroom, you strip each other down and run your hands through edge's hair as he kisses you while feeling lita's hands slowly run down your body before gently laying you down being held in his arms while lita kisses down your body. You writhe in edge's grip as lita pleasures you, the knot in your stomach starts to tighten and you begin chasing your high as edge kisses you swallowing all your whimpers and moans, bucking your hips against her tongue until you return the favor for her before switching places and quietly moan in her neck as edge slowly thrust in you with his forehead connected to yours until the three of you were holding onto each other after catching your breath and cleaning up, "I love you sweets" they smile as you lay your head on his chest with lita's face against the back of your neck sharing a kiss with both of them until you each slowly fall asleep laughing when they start kissing your face "We love you baby" making you sit in lita's lap while edge holds both of you in his arms feeling a raw sense of safety and unconditional love between the three of you.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting:

"You almost died!"

"I think we should really focus on that 'almost' part."

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: mention of death, swearing, blood, injury

I slammed the door to the apartment we were using, Eliot flinching at the noise. Hardisons head popped up from the couch and Parker paused in front of me. I stood staring at Eliot, ignoring Nate and Sophie opening the door.

“Eliot.” I growled. He flushed and went wide eyed. Everyone was still as the tension grew in the air. “You dumbass.” I marched over to him and drew my hand back. Eliot flinched and I paused. “How could you?”

“(Y/N).” He whispered, eyes roaming behind me at everyone else. “Can we not…”

“what? Afraid your friends will hear?” I snapped. “Afraid they’ll find out that you actually care about someone enough that you’re scared when you piss them off?” Eliot swallowed thickly and brought his gaze back to me. When he shifted his weight, I sighed and turned to everyone else in the room. “Can we have the room?” Nate nodded and started to usher everyone out. Hardison took a little bribing but he eventually left.

“look (Y/N)…” I hit Eliot’s arm and he immediately grabbed it. “Ow. Hey ok. What’s wrong?” He turned back towards the sink and continued wringing out the rag he’d been holding to his eyebrow.

“you almost died!” I screamed at Eliot as I hit him again. “You almost died and I had to sit there and hear it over the comms!” Eliot caught my hands easily and started to rub his thumb over my knuckles.

“I think we should really focus on the ‘almost’ part.” He whispered. I tried to tug my hands out of his grip but Eliot held fast. “Hey. Look at me. Look at me.” Eliot ducked his head to hold my gaze as I looked down. “Sure I almost died. But I’m a hitter. The best in the business. They can’t kill me.” I shook my head at him.

“el…” I whispered as I finally looked back up at him. Eliot dropped my hands and cupped my cheeks, wiping at the tears that had spilled. “You’re more than a hitter. You know that.” Eliot smiled at me before kissing my forehead. “But I worry anyway. Best in the business or not.” Eliot nodded and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I cried into his shoulder.

“I know.” He whispered. “I know.” Leaning his head against mine, Eliot held me as I cried. “I’m sorry.” I pulled away, wiping my cheeks as I gazed at Eliot.

“no you’re not.” I said softly. “You’re not because if you hadn’t put yourself on the line, Sophie and Parker would have been caught. Nate would have had to abort and hardison would only have half a drive.” Eliot watched me carefully as I reached up to play with his hair. “And I would have had to go back in there to plant the transmitter that would allow Hardison to access it remotely. All running a higher risk than the one we took.” Letting my head fall against his shoulder, I hugged Eliot tightly. “I’m sorry for going off on you.”

“don’t be.” Eliot chuckled. “You have every reason to worry about me just like I have every reason to worry about you.” I pulled back to look at him.

“you worry about me?” I asked. Eliot nodded, kissing my nose.

“all the time.” He responded. “It goes both ways you know.” I chuckled and Eliot smiled. “Besides it’s fun to see the looks on their faces when you do that.” Leaning into him again, I sighed as he rubbed my arm.

“so you want me to keep doing that?” I asked, closing my eyes and savoring the moment.

“yes please.” Eliot laughed.

“will do.” I agreed as he pulled me tight.

[thegeeksideofsr]

The Scare

Part two

Content: pregnancy symptoms, nausea, dry heaving,

An: I finally finished a fic! It might be a while before this happens again, but we'll see. Not proot read. Ps: I know pregnancy is not for everyone, but if it is I hope you enjoy, and I have never been pregnant, so I'm kinda just winging it.

The sounds of Kate, Declan and Alice discussing the plot of a TV show they are watching loud enough for me to hear in the office. On the other side of the kitchen from the bar.

Albeit, the restaurant is empty apart of the four of us and the doors between the bar and my office are open. The point stands. They are being loud.

Tuning them out is easy enough, this is rather normal behavior, the thing that made it difficult to focus was the nauseating feeling in my stomach.

It had been with there all morning, breakfast already made it's appearance for the second time in the bathroom of the restaurant. At least I was the first one here so no one saw.

After reading the same paragraph for the third time, I give up trying to work on the documents in front of me. I can come back to them when I don't feel like I'm going to puke every five minutes.

I push away from my desk and head out to the bar. Maybe some peppermint tea will settle my stomach.

The trio are in deep discussion, so they don't noise me coming out and filling the electric kettle behind the bar, and setting it to heat.

As I dig through the jar of tea for a bag of peppermint, the smell of the other teas in the jar meld together.

Lavender and mint, chamomile, earl grey, and green tea, all blending together to make the most disgusting smell on Earth.

I set the jar down and cover it as fast as I can. I brace myself against the counter, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to puke.

"Boss? You okay?" Deklan asks, his voice full of concern.

I nod, not trusting my self to speak with out getting sick.

"You don't look it." He places a hand on my shoulder. " What's wrong?"

I shake my head, losing the battle with my stomach.

"'M gonna be sick," I mutter as I push past him and run to the bathroom.

Rush to a stall, and try to puke, but having not eaten anything since throwing up breakfast, it was nothing but painfully dry heaves.

I jump as a hand lands on my shoulders, then collects my hair, holding it out of the way.

"It's alright, hun, let it out." Alice's voice is calm and comforting as I continue to heave.

After few more heaves, the nauseous feeling begins to calm down. A tissue appears in front of me. I take it and wipe my mouth. I move away from the toilet, close my eyes and lean back against the cold metal of the stall.

"You okay now?" Alice asks, her voice still calm.

I nod. "I'm better."

"Good. Any idea what triggered it?"

"The tea jar. The smell was overwhelming and made me sick. Happened this morning too, but there wasn't anything to trigger that."

She hums, "Sounds like when I was pregnant with my first. The most random things would set me off. The smell of my favorite food, my husband's cologne."

I remember when she was pregnant. She had to take a few months off because the smells of the restaurant made her sick and she couldn't be in the building for more then ten minutes.

I cant remember my last period. Life has been busy and stressful. Between running a restaurant, Eliot being distant the past six months, and now, Dad and the team going after some big bad in a foreign country, and going radio silent.

I don't know if he even wants kids. We've never talked about them or the future. I know he likes kids. I've seen him interact with them and he's a natural. But they aren't his own.

I look at her. My face must show my train of thought, because she has a comforting look on hers. Like she's soothing a child.

"Don't panic yet, love. You don't even know yet. It could be a stomach bug making you sick and stress making you late."

I nod. It's true. It could be that. Or I could be pregnant with Eliot Spencer's child.

Eliot and I weren't as careful as we should have been the last couple times. And that was at least two and a half months ago.

"I'm going to run to the shop on the corner, grab a pack of tests and something to help your stomach. While I'm gone I want you to lay down in the office. I'll have Deklan bring you some peppermint tea so you don't have to smell that jar again, okay?"

"Okay," I nod.

She nods, pushing her self off the floor then extending a hand out to me to pull me up.

Once on my feet, I hug her tightly, she returns the hug, squeezing in a comforting manner.

"Go lay down. I'll be right back."

I release her and head to the office. Voices are low in the front of the building, but the couch in the office looks to inviting to care about what they're saying.

My stomach muscles scream as I lay my self down. Between getting sick this morning, and the recent dry heaving, it feels like I got punched.

I pull the blanket on the back of the couch down to cover me, tucking it around me, close my eyes and try to relax.

After a few minutes, foots steps approach the office, then a knock on the open door.

"Hey, boss," Deklan murmurs. "I brought you some tea. Alice said you had an upset stomach, so this should help. I put lots of honey in too."

He walks over to the end of the couch and sits next to my feet.

I pull my self up and take the mug. Deklan is a master tea maker, always makes it just right.

"Thanks, Dek." I smile at him.

He returns the smile, but I can see it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

I nod. "I am. Alice has got to get something's. Hopefully it's just a bug."

"What if it's not?"

"What do you mean?"

He gives me a look, eyebrow raised and a smirk.

"I have met Eliot. And I have seen you on the days after he returns from his work trips." He says making my face heat up and look away from him.

"I may be a dude, but I have two sisters and Alice is a horrible liar." He adds, making me giggle.

"What'd she say?"

"She said she was going to the store for something to make you feel better, and absolutely nothing else. At all. Not making eye contact with us, and asked me to make you a cup of tea and ran out."

"She ran to the corner store," I mutter. " Get some tests."

He shrugs. "I figured. You gonna be okay? Need anything else?"

"No. I'm good. I'll be fine."

"You sound like you are trying to convince yourself more then me." His tone soft and concerned.

I break his gaze to look into my mug. Deklan has always been there when one of us needed him. The closest thing to a brother I'll ever get.

"I'll be okay." I mutter, looking back up to his worried face, "I just need to know for sure one way or the other so I can think about what's next."

"Well," he says, placing a hand on my knee, "I can't help with finding out, but if you need anything after that, one way or the other, I'm here. Just call."

"Thanks, Deklan."

"Anytime." He smiles.

He pats my knee, then pushes himself off the couch and head out of the office.

I continue to sip my tea, I don't know if it's helping my stomach, but it tastes good. The sounds of Kate and Deklan milling around acts as white noise, soothing my nerves and thoughts. But the thing I want most right now is a hug from my Dad and Eliot.

Not at the same time, though. Someone would lose a limb.

That won't happen for who knows how long. They were off on a mountain somewhere and hadn't any idea when they would be back.

Footsteps rushing towards the office pull me from my thoughts.

Alice appears in the doorway, a grey plastic bag dangling from her hand.

"I got ginger ale, saltines, tests, and your favorite candy." She puffs, sounding like she ran the whole way.

"Thank you Alice." I say unraveling my self from my blanket.

I set my near empty mug down on the desk as I stand.

She tussles through the bag and pulls out the box of tests, holding them out to me.

I stare at them. My arms feel like they are made of lead.

"They won't bite." Alice chuckles.

"You don't know that."

She huffs, dropping her arm back to her side.

"You won't know until you take one," she says. "Do you want to take one now?"

The thought of taking one scares me, especially without Eliot. And I don't really want to take the test here because i know I won't be able to control my emotions and will cry. Positive or not.

I just want to crawl into bed and hug Eliot's pillow and cry.

"I think I need to go home." I choke out, tears blurring my vision.

"Okay. We can handle everything here, don't worry."

I nod.

"Thank you." My voice barely over a whisper.

She nods, then puts the box back in the bag and sets the bag on the desk, before leaving the room and going down the hall.

Tears slip down my cheeks. The pit in my stomach growing by the second.

I take a beep breath and wipe my tears away.

Grabbing my bag of the hook by the door, setting it on the desk, and shove the grocery bag into it and zip it closed with more force then was probably necessary, and pulling my coat on next.

Flipping the lights off as I swing my bag over my shoulder, then head out to the hall, slipping out the side door into the employee lot and to my car to head home.

I swallow down tears as I drive, focusing on the road as I try not to think about the test I have to take when I get there.

I drag myself in the front door. Dropping my coat, purse, and shoes by the door, not bothering to put them away.

I pull the plastic bag from my purse, mozey my way to the kitchen and dump the bag on the counter. A box of saltines, a bottle of ginger ale, candy, and a box of pregnancy tests spread across the counter.

I stare at the box. I should take it. I can't freak out or relax until I know for sure and I can't know for sure if it don't take it.

I grab the box, tear it open and pull out the instructions.

The words are a blur through the tears in my eyes, making it impossible to read.

I sigh and toss the box back on the counter.

My head is pounding and my palms are sweating. An Eliot hug is exactly what I need, but his not here. And won't be back for a few more days.

I take a deep breath, then head to my room to change and crawl into my bed.

The bed feels big and empty. More then usual. I reach for Eliot's pillow and hugg it to my chest, borrowing my face in into it and breathing in his sent.

He had only been here one night after the last job. But then said the team had to lay low for a while and that he had to stay out of town for a while.

He seemed different, lighter, but he wouldn't tell me anything about it.

That was two and a half months ago.

Dad only told me they had a new job a week ago, but before that, I hadn't heard from anyone on the team.

After I calm down a little bit, I untangle my self from the bed, steel my nerves, and head back to the kitchen to grab a test.

I read the instructions, then go to the bathroom.

I leave the test on the counter to develop, set a timer on my phone, then I begin to pace the floor of my bedroom.

After what feels like an eternity and blink of an eye at the same time, the timer finally goes off.

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The Fake Dating Job

Eliot Spencer (Leverage) x Reader

Description: Your sister's wedding is coming up and you already told her you had a date. The only problem is you don't. With none of the rest of your team available, your only option is to bring Eliot Spencer, who you just happen to be madly in love with.

Word Count: 1.2k

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It is a bitter cold day out and you can still feel the chill down your spine as you enter the bar. You’re just happy to be in from the cold when Nate waves you over to the bar where he’s sat.

Nate hands you an envelope. “You get your mail delivered here?”

You shrug, “Well, I’m not in the habit of giving out my own address – especially not to my family.” Nate raises an eyebrow at your addition, clearly looking for you to elaborate. “It’s my sister’s wedding invitation. I’m a bridesmaid, but I honestly don’t even want to go.”

“Then why’d you accept?”

“Well at the time, I didn’t know one of the other bridesmaids would be bringing my ex, who was a total dick.”

“Ah.” He nods his head.

“Yeah and when my sister asked if it would be ok, I may or may not have told her ‘yes because I have my own date to bring”, which I don’t.” You let out a sigh, “Any shot I could talk you into being my pretend boyfriend?”

“If you’re trying to make your family think you’re doing fine, I don’t think bringing someone your father’s age will do the job.”

“Fair point, but I don’t exactly have an expansive social group to ask.” You let your head fall into your hands, “I’ll figure it out. Thanks for listening to me complain.”

“Anytime y/n.” He returns to nursing his drink as you head up to the loft to see if maybe you could talk one of the others into accompanying you.

Upstairs you find Hardison and Parker sitting together. They were very clearly bickering before you entered the room and it has devolved into childish mocking and light shoving. Hardison is holding his keys out of Parker’s reach. You can’t help but chuckle at the scene before you.

“Hey, y/n, can you tell Hardison I’m a perfectly fine driver?”

“Y/n, would you tell Parker that “perfectly fine drivers” don’t give their team whiplash every time they’re behind the wheel?” Hardison looks at you pleadingly.

Putting your hands up, you reply, “I’m not getting in the middle of this one, but I actually came up here for a reason”

Despite their previous focus on their argument, all disagreement seemed to be dropped now that there was a new person and a point of conversation. Hardison put the keys in his pocket and both turned their attention to you.

“So my sister’s wedding is coming up and I told her I had a date, but the problem is I really don’t.”

“Then why would you say you did?” Parker chimed in.

“Well I found out one of the bridesmaids is bringing my shitty ex boyfriend and I didn’t want them to think I was still into him – which I’m not, he’s the worst. I don’t know, I guess I want my family to think I’m doing well and my ex to know I’m better off without him.”

“But now they’re going to know the truth.” Parker nodded along.

“Well, not exactly. I came up here to ask if maybe you would be my fake girlfriend for the wedding.”

Before Parker had a moment to respond Hardison incredulously replied, “Wait, you’re asking her first? You think your family is going to like Parker more than they’d like me? I thought your mom loved me?”

Hardison had been with you when you ran into your mom in the city several months back and she had invited you both out to lunch.

“She did, but that’s kind of the problem, you’re the only one here who has met my mom, and we’d have to do a lot more work to convince them. And all I told them about my “new partner” is that we met at a coffee shop.”

“So that pulls me out of the race.”

“Exactly, so Parker will you be my fake girlfriend?” You hold out the invitation to her.

“Sure,” she starts reading through the invitation, “Wait, it's in two weeks?”

“Yeah I know it’s short notice but I kinda put off giving her an address for the invite and –”

Parker cuts you off, “It’s not that. It’s just that Hardison and I will be going to a convention out of town that weekend for one of his video games. I won’t be able to make it.”

“Fuck” you let out a groan.

“Why don’t you ask Eliot?” Parker suggests. This was something you were hoping to avoid. You’ve been head over heels for Eliot for probably a year. Maybe it would be better to go alone and just tell your family a different lie about a fake breakup from your fake partner.

Hardison has known all about your crush for months and the moment you look at him a knowing grin crosses his face, “Yeah, why don’t you ask Eliot?”

“You know damn well why that’s a bad idea.”

Parker glances confused between the two of you. “Well who are you bringing then? Nate?”

“He said no.”

“So you asked Nate before you asked me?” Hardison replies in mock offense. You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

“What about Sophie?” Parker adds.

“The goal is for my family not to focus too much on me and my date, and I’m pretty sure she would have the exact opposite agenda.”

Parker smiles a little at your remark. “That’s a fair point.”

“Then I think you’re gonna have to ask Eliot.” Hardison replies just a little too smug.

Just then you hear the door close behind you. “Ask Eliot what?”

Of course he walked in just in time to hear his own name. “It’s nothing.” You glare at Hardison as both he and Parker get up and leave the room to avoid this awkward conversation.

“Aw come on sweetheart. Don’t be like that.” He plops down into the chair next to you and gestures to the door that the other two just walked through “You know they’ll tell me if you don’t.”

You think about it for a moment as he stares at you with a lopsided grin. “Fine,” you sigh, “I need a date for my sister’s wedding in two weeks because my shitty ex will be there. You don’t have to go though, I’m sure I’ll figure som–”

Eliot cuts you off. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding”

“You really don’t have to Eliot. My family can be a lot and you would have to pretend to be my boyfriend all night and for the rehearsal dinner. I can’t ask that of you.”

“I don’t mind.” He adds with a smile.

You. Are. So. Fucked.

Just this conversation already had you nervous and your heart racing. You aren’t prepared to spend a whole weekend with Eliot. Not to mention the whole pretending to date part of it all, while also trying not to give away your feelings to Eliot. This man and his stupid fucking smile will be the death of you.

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Meeting Texas

Christian Kane x Reader

Summary: Y/N is down in Texas with friends for a vacation from her stressful life as a small-time Alberta farmer. Single mom to 4 beautiful kids, she never expected to fall into the arms of the perfect stranger, especially Christian Kane.

Warnings: drinking, talk of trauma, dirty talk, public sex, p in v, fingering

A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to post a new story. My family and I went through alot this year and either I couldn't find time or I wasn't in a good mind set. I am hoping writing some steamy smut for you all will get me back into the swing of things :) Please remember this is a work of fiction. I have respect for Christian and his family amd am only writing this for fun and entertainment.

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"For fuck sakes will you stop checking your phone every 5 minutes!" My best friend yelled over the noise of the busy bar.

Rolling my eyes I respond, "sorry, but you know I worry when I'm not there." I'm a single mom of 4 kids who owns a small farm. Between my animals and children I worry when I'm not home to keep everything in check.

The girls dragged me to Texas for a few weeks. Trying to help me unload and unwind. They mean well, I just always have a lot going on and don't trust others to get it done.

When in Texas I guess.

"I'm going to go get us more drinks."

The line is long waiting for drinks. Texas bars on a Friday night are busy, or maybe it's all bars and I just forgot. Been a while.

"Hey baby, how you doing?"

Oh, good, a drink idiot. This should be fun. I move with the line as we slowly move towards the bar, completely ignoring this drunk guy behind me.

"Baby girl why are you ignoring me? I know I could show you a good time."

Okay I could help but chuckle at that line. The guy had to be 10 years younger than me. There is no way he could show me anything I haven't already done.

I wasn't the only one who found it amusing. Apparently tall, dark, and I hope handsome in front of me did as well. I heard a small chuckle come from under his breath.

"Come on darling, stop being a bitch and loosen up." Apparently Mr. Drunk is getting annoyed.

I feel him get closer behind me. His fingers ghost down my side. That's it, time to get rid of this idiot once and for all. I get closer to the man in front of me and pray he will understand.

Grabbing his hand and entwining it with mine. I look up at this stranger I have pulled into my plan. Bright blue eyes of the man I have only ever been this close to in my dreams shine down at my y/e/c.

My brain begins to backfire the long he stares into my eyes with that adorable grin on his face. No words are exchanged between us, which is for the best as I don't think I could form any currently. Without a word, he gently pulls me closer to his warm, hard body. The hand that was tangled with my own is now resting on my hip. His other hand tangles in my y/h/c hair before he brings his soft lips onto mine.

I'm kissing him! The man who I fantasize about in bed. The one who's voice plays on my Bluetooth while I do chores or ride my horses. The gorgeous man who I watch on my TV once my kids are in bed. I think I may have died and gone to heaven. There is no way this is real.

He is committed to this act we are putting on. Molds my body to his as he deepens the kiss. His tongue gently asks for entrance, I don't hesitate to grant it.

I get lost in his kiss. It's been years since I kissed a man, let alone one who has this much passion behind his kiss. My underwear dampen, my fingers twist in his long brown hair, I think I even let out a small moan.

He pulls away slowly. Both panting just a little. We both look beside us and see that the drunk guy has disappeared. Chuckling to each other we move forward in line together. His hand tucked into the back pocket of my jeans and mine are warped around his waist.

"Thank you for playing along."

"No problem Sweetheart. I'm glad I could help a pretty lady out tonight."

"Well I will let you get back to your night. Thank you again." The line moves again and finally its his turn to order. Instead of letting go of me and ordering his drink, he pushes on my butt and moves me to the bar top with him.

"I'll have a jack neat please, and my lady will have..." blue eyes stare down at me. Well okay, I wasn't expecting him to buy my drinks.

"Oh, I need to get 5 shots of vodka and I am drinking jack and coke. You don't need to buy it for me though."

He turns back to the bar tender, "You heard her. Please add it all to my tab."

We wait for our drinks, "thank you."

"Anything for my girl."

A small giggle escapes as I shake my head. "How am I your girl if you don't even know my name?"

"Oh, I don't get hung up on details, besides a beautiful lady like yourself will definitely have a beautiful name to match."

You look into those oceans of blue, "Y/N."

"See I knew I was right. Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He sends you a cheeky wink, "I'm Christian Kane."

You just smile and shake your head.

"Yeah I know. I'm a fan, which probably makes everything we just did awkward for you and I'm sorry."

"Nope. I'm still glad I helped you and it may be the whiskey talking but I'm a little horny now because of your babe."

Christian freaking Kane is horny because of me. Oh dear God, my underwear is soaked now.

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Oh God my head. I haven't been hung over in years. To be fair I haven't let loose in years. This bed feels like a giant pillow, I never want to leave.

Oh but I want... no need coffee.

Rolling over I hit a brick wall of warmth. Well thats new. I was in a hotel room by myself last time I checked. Cracking open my eyes I come face to face with those same blue eyes from last night.

Oh shit. That wasn't a dream.

"No it wasn't a dream sweetheart."

Oh crap, I said that out loud.

Christian pulls me against his hard chest. My hand that's still under the blankets brushes his hard, and large, cock with the movement.

"Mmmm..."

"S..s..sorry, I didn't mean to do that." I quickly move my hand.

Christian moves my hand back down so it's laying on top of his cock. Pushing his hips into the air slightly, he rubs it against my open hand, "Oh darling, I'm not complaining."

I softly move my hand, rubbing the monster hiding in his boxers. Watching the bliss look on his face from my gentle touch. His hand spreads my thighs and makes its way to my core. I apparently gave no pants or underwear on, his fingers brush my now wet center sending a jolt of pleasure through my system.

"Fuck babe, you're always so wet for me."

"Always?"

He looks down at me, "you don't remember?"

I shake my head no. What the hell did I do?

"Oh you were such a dirty girl last night. I came outside with you when you went for a smoke and you dragged me into the alley beside the bar."

His fingers pick up the pace as they tease my folds making my core wetter.

"I was kissing your neck, had you pushed against the wall. My cock was aching so bad for you. I was leaking pre cum steadily into my boxers as your rubbed your pussy on my clothed cock."

I have lost any sense I had this morning. I can't even continue rubbing his cock. Between his words and the pleasure his fingers teasing me is bringing, I'm lost in bliss.

"Then dirty girl, you told me to stretch your pussy. You told me to shove my big cock inside your tiny pussy and fuck you against the wall. How could I resist the temptation. So that's what I did. I pulled out this hard cock for you and buried it deep inside your warm, tight walls."

As he talks about feeling my pussy grip his cock for the first time he pushes two fingers all the way in my wet center. I'm so tired on I cum just from the penetration alone. His speed picks up until he is finger fucking me deep and hard. Making me moan and scream beside him.

"Mmm... still so warm and tight even after I fucked these pussy so good last night. After I unloaded all my cum inside you. After I took you hard and rough, making you scream so loud I had to kiss you to keep you quiet."

"F...f...fu...ck."

"That's right baby. Grip my fingers. Show me how tight this pussy is for me. Cum on them. Cum all over them, soak them for me. Oh God babe, I need to be inside you."

I can't form a sentence or thought. All I can do is nod my head. Christian hovers above me as he frees his dick.

One swift move and he's buried deep inside my walls. The stretch feels amazing as my body fights to get use to his large size.

"Oh God."

"I know babe. I know."

He pace is slow at first as he pumps in and out of me. The louder I moan the faster he goes. Fuck he feels so good inside me. My first orgasm comes hard and fast. My walls tighten around him as I flood his cock in my cum.

"That's it babe. Fuck, I need one more before I fill you up. Come on baby, one more for me."

His pace never waivers as he drills me into the bed. I'm no longer moaning, I'm screaming his name for him. He has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

"Christian!"

My body let's go and I feel a wave of cum gush out of my pussy.

"Fuck me, that's so hot. I'm cumming baby."

And he does. I feel his cock twitch inside me and then cum fill me up until it's leaking out around his cock. He collapses on top of me. His cock still twitching inside me sending small pulses of pleasure through my body.

Slowly he pulls out. I whimper at the loss. Then I feel his fingers on my well used pussy. Kissing me slow and passionately as he plays in the mess we just made of my core. Fuck me he can't get enough, and God that feels so freaking good.

"Now that I've made you a mess, let's go get coffee. I like knowing my cum is dripping from you when we are with our friends."

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2 weeks later....

"Why don't you just call her. She gave you her number dude." Aldis says before taking a sip of his beer. I regret tell him anything about y/n. He won't stop bugging me about her.

"I don't know what to say to her."

"Why not the truth? That you can't get her out of your head."

Shaking my head, I think it over. What do I honestly have to lose? And he isn't wrong. I can't stop thinking about her. I'd call her now but my phone is at home tonight.

Oh fuck it, it's not like I don't have her number memorized already.

"Hey man, can I borrow your phone?"

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The witch’s companion

Solomon Kane x reader. Briefly NSFW!!

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Imagine being a former mercenary who, after years spent fighting for whoever could pay her, had a change of heart and decided to defend the weak and the oppressed; from then on, you have been wandering the world with no goal other than to fight evil in all its forms.

You meet Kane in a small village that is being pillaged by a group of bandits; both determined to punish them, you quickly decide to join forces and guide the village’s population in fighting and driving the bandits away. 

There is nothing better than fighting side-by-side and saving each other’s life a couple times to make two people bond, and just a few days after you met you and Kane are already firm friends, so much that, once the village has been liberated and the bandits thrown out or killed, you decide to travel together.

You and Kane get along very well; you are both exceptional warriors, driven by thrist for justice and the desire to right all wrongs and protect the innocent, and have found the perfect companion in each other. 

Alone, each of you is extremely dangerous; side by side, you are unstoppable. You fight as the two parts of a single being, protecting each other and collaborating to fight many enemies at the same time. Thanks to your joint efforts, many evil-doers and criminals, both human and supernatural, are vanquished, and even though ten enemies seem to appear on your way for each that you overcome, you never stop nor lose heart in your mission.

A pious and devout man, Kane is driven by his unshakable faith in God, and wishes to atone for his past sins. When you tell him that religion has never played a part in your life and you simply want to do what is right, he disapproves but with time he accept that it is not up to him to change your beliefs, and that God will still be pleased by your efforts to make justice triumph, even if you do not believe in Him. 

You quickly become lovers, first as a natural consequence of spending all your time together -and, even though he would never admit it, the fact that it had been so long since the last time he had a woman, and he was struck by your beauty since the day he met you- and then out of the sincere feelings that have blossomed between you.

You never talk about it. You don’t exchange promises, you never express exactly what you feel for each other; you don’t need to, and you both feel happy and satisfied with what you have. You once, at the beginning of your relationship, joke that as a devout Christian Kane shouldn’t have laid with you since you are not married, but seeing how uncomfortable that makes him, you stop. 

Few of those who know him would expect it, but he is a very good lover; passionate, attentive, unsuspectingly sweet. You don’t lay together often, since at night you are tired after travelling the whole day and in your circumstances lowering your guard could be dangerous, but that only makes it even more special when you treat yourself to a night in an inn, or are overcome by desire in a meadow or a field you have made camp in. 

At first, he is surprisingly awkward; as a privateer he was used to sleep with prostitutes and women he met and then left after few hours, but now with you... it is different. He knows he should remain chaste, as an unmarried man and since he has sworn to dedicate his life to vanquish evil and serve God, but he is completely infatuated with you, so much that he feels like a boy who is courting his first sweetheart.

At night you sleep in each other’s arms, not necessarily because of the cold; Kane’s firm body is pleasant to snuggle against, your cheek on his shoulder and his hand caressing your back. During the day you don’t hold hands, but he is always quick to offer you his when you have to wade a river or climb the side of an hill; you assure him you do not need help, but appreciate it nonetheless and you never forget to thank him with a kiss. 

Even months after the beginning of your relationship, for him it feels like the first time. He gazes reverently at your naked body, his rough and calloused hands caressing your skin with a gentleness you have never experienced; at first he feels shy at disrobing in front of you, because of the act itself and of the wounds and the scars that sully his body, but you are quick to reassure him that he is so handsome, perfect in your eyes, even more because of those marks, mementos of his warrior prowess, his courage and his determination to protect the weak and the hopeless. 

You kiss his warm skin, carding your fingers in his thick black hair, and you feel the frenzied rhythm of his heart against your chest. He moans your name as a prayer, holding your hips in his hands as you move above him, your breasts bouncing and your nails scratching down his chest at the light of a single candle, and he thinks that God has sent you to him as a reward for his abnegation, a light in an otherwise dark life, and he will protect you with his life until the end. 

A vigorous man, once he has overcome his initial shyness, Kane is an intense, relentless lover; he adores having your body under him, his hips pounding against yours, his kisses hungrily swallowing your moans as your hands move on his muscled chest and back. The thing he likes the most, even though he feels guilty about it, it’s having you kneel in front of him to worship him with your mouth; he never climaxes harder than then, screaming your name in the darkness of the night.

You are happy. For the first time in your life as an adult, you are genuinely happy, free to go wherever you want, in peace with yourself and with the ideal you have dedicated your life to, and with the man who is now sharing your journey through life. Yours is a dangerous existence, every battle you fight side by side could be the last, and the danger might come at any time; because of this you never spend too long thinking about the future, but in your heart you start hoping you will travel, and be, together, for a long time... or until the day you die, whenever it may come.

And then, that fateful day. You are fighting a group of slave traders who have captured a group of young women, you don’t even want to know for what purpose, and it’s only once the prisoners are free to go and the corpses of your enemies litter the road, that you both realize your lover is wounded. 

“Solomon!”

“I am fine, I just... need...” he stammers, and then he collapses, too weak to stand.

The situation is dire, you realize in the next few hours, after you have kindled a fire to keep your lover warm in a small glade and cleaned his wound at the best of your ability; the wound is deep, he has lost a lot of blood, and there is no physician or healer whitin ten miles. 

“Listen... if my time has indeed come...”

“Don’t say it.”

“You can avoid talking about it, but we both know... this is no flesh wound. I am not afraid to die; I just...”

You meet his eyes; he doesn’t need to finish the sentence to make you understand. He is content to die for what he believes in, but the thought of losing you fills his heart with sadness and helplessness.

As well as yours. You can’t lose him, you think, you simply cannot, you will not accept it! You have waited so long to find a person whose heart speaks to yours, a man who is strong and gentle, brave and honest, and you will not give him up... even if it means confessing your deepest secret, the one that will probably make him hate you.

“I will take care of you, my darling; rest, you need to regain your strenght” you gently tell him, and he smiles at you, almost sleepy, even though you know it is not simple tiredness that makes it hard for him to keep his eyes open; the pain he is suffering is unspeakable, but he is happy that you are by his side, and that your dear face will be the last thing he sees.

“I love you.” he declares, and then he falls asleep.

When he wakes up, the first thing he notices is the absence of pain; and then he sees you, kneeling next to him, your hands above the wound that should have killed him already, eyes closed. For a moment he thinks you are praying, even though he knows you are not religious; but the language you are speaking is not English, nor Latin, and the power you are invoking is not God...

You are doing magic. “You are a witch!” he exclaims, shocked, and even though he cares for you more than he has cared for anyone in his life, for a moment the disgust he feels is overwhelming. A witch, a servant of Satan, a woman who has consorted with the Devil and sold her soul in exchange for power... and he has laid with you, shared his pleasure with you... and, worst of all, given you his heart “Get away from me...”

“Be quiet now” you tell him sternly; to see the hatred and the disgust in his eyes breaks your heart, but if you are doomed to lose him, you might as well cure him “I need to concentrate. Do not move, please.”

He does as he is told, he doesn’t know why, and in the end his wound disappears as if it were never there; he touches the skin of his chest, intact except for an older scar and a few drops of dried blood, and then looks at you at the light of the fire, and for a moment it is like he is seeing you for the first time. 

“How are you feeling?”

“I am fine... more than fine, actually” he admits; he feels great, like after a long rest on a comfortable bed and a hearty meal. He looks at you, and your pained and resigned expression, and the contempt he has felt for you evaporates. 

“Why haven’t you told me?” he whispers, and you smile sadly.

“Because you would have abandoned me. Worse, you would have hated me, and that I couldn’t stand.” 

You confess him that your powers started to emerge when you were no more than ten years old, and your mother and the other women of your family taught you to develop and control them. You are white witches, whose powers do not come from a pact with the Devil, rather from a special relationship with nature and the world around you; you are healers, seers, potionists, and yes, you can use your powers to hurt and even kill, but you swear not to, because it would mean tainting the gifts you have been given, and your soul with it... and because it is morally wrong, obviously.

You are not an exceptionally capable healer, but after spending your adult life fighting and courting death, you decided you might as well practice that side of your power, should you need to heal some wound, yours... or someone you love’s. Thank goodness you did, otherwise your beloved would have been doomed.

“I don’t use my power in battle, because as a white witch I have sworn never to use magic to hurt anyone, not even my enemies or to escape death; this is why you never saw me use it... and I must be honest, I realized I couldn’t tell you the very day I met you” you confess quietly, sitting next to him. Kane is still naked above the waist, but for the first time the sight of his strong body doesn’t arouse you; rather, it saddens you, because you probably will never experience his embrace again “You are a pious man, and you have been taught to consider every kind of magic as evil and wicked; if you knew the truth... you would have left without a second thought. And that I couldn’t allow.”

Solomon looks at you, saddened. “What if I wanted to leave now?” he asks, only half-interested “Would you use your magic to stop me, and keep me as your pet?”

“How can you ask me this?”

“Answer.”

“I won’t. I wouldn’t. To lose you would be losing a part of myself, but I don’t want you to be with me unless you want it. I am sorry I lied to you; I know it is inexcusable. I may not believe in your God, but I am not evil; I know you have no reason to believe me, but we have travelled together for more than a year by now, you know me. Do you really think I am a servant of Satan?”

He doesn’t answer, and a deep silence falls on the two of you. Kane, healthy anew, adds some timber to the fire, while you prepare a meager dinner you then eat without speaking. That night, for the first time in a year, you sleep separated, each with your own blanket and looking away from each other.

You order yourself not to cry, since this is your, and only your, fault, since you knew sooner or later Kane would have discovered your secret and reacted accordingly; you are too proud to beg him to stay, and at this point you can only wait and see.

It is the beginning of spring, the days getting warmer as well as longer while the leaves on the trees turn green; still, you have never been as cold as now. Your silent tears lull you to sleep, curled up under your blanket, and after a while Kane sits up, turns and looks at you, pensive and melanchonic. He had never even heard of a good witch, and the ability to heal proves you are also capable to hurt and cause pain, even if you have sworn not to, and every instinct is screaming at him to leave, immediately, and put as many miles between him and you as he can, making it impossible to go back or for you to find him...

There is something else he could do. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live, this is written in the Bible, and any witch he has met in the past has been a servant of the Devil, a liar and a killer and a destroyer, and they deserved to die...

Unlike you. You, who are dangerous and relentless against your enemies, but who are also brave, smart, kind and selfless towards women and children, the weak and the poor, and who fights and risks her life for what she believes in; you may not believe in God, but Solomon has seen you make His will every day since he met you.

You have power, this is certain. But could he really doubt you are determined to use it for the greater good? He knows you well enough to know your heart is pure, and surely you are using the gifts God has given you as He would want you to. 

You are really exceptional; a good heart, an exceptional warrior prowess, and magic. You could have kept it secret forever, but you risked losing him forever to save his life; Kane loved you already and he feels he loves you even more in this moment, ashamed and saddened that you felt you couldn’t confide your secret in him. 

You have already been lovers for a year and companions for even longer, but from now on there will be no more secrets between you; Kane promises himself, and then moves to lie next to you.

The light of the sun wakes you up a few hours later, as usual, and as usual you find yourself held in your lover's embrace. That position is familiar by now, and so pleasant, that it takes you a moment to remember that last night you had been sadly sure he would never want to touch you again.

You turn, finding face to face with his smile. “Solomon...”

“It is all right." he comforts you "Forgive me if I reacted badly; I cannot comprehend everything you are, but I have faith in you, and I swear I will be by your side as long as I live.”

You nod; you cannot talk, such is the emotion that fills your heart, but you feel safe in his arms, loved, and now also understood and accepted, and you can ask for nothing more than spending the rest of your life next to the man you love.

“Thank you” you whisper, hiding your face against his chest, and Kane smiles before kissing your brow.