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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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[inspired by @eliot-wolfgirl-spencer's selkie eliot post]

Featuring selkie feels, shitty parenting (broad strokes only), and Moreau angst, and stopping before any happy ending, so you'll have to see the linked post for that.

[1.7k, also on Ao3]

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The thing about Eliot is that his isn't a traditional selkie story. His father had a fling with a woman who hid what she was, who had left her family behind and was going it alone. (Selkies aren't all good, either.) She has Eliot, and she loves and looks after him, and she dies unexpectedly while he's still small.

So his father (who has children with someone else already, though she's no longer in the picture) gets his first son. Eliot's barely more than a toddler then, delivered to his doorstep with nothing but the clothes on his back and a soft grey blanket he seems reluctant to let go of, and when Eliot's father gets a hand on it he just thinks: Oh.

He lets Eliot keep it for the comfort, for now. When the kid’s older and less timid and getting seen more by the community he tucks it away in a cupboard so he won’t go drawing attention—it’s not like there’s anywhere good to change around here, anyway—and Eliot sort of… forgets. Not entirely. Not the rough cadence of his mother’s songs, not that there’s a piece of him he has to keep hidden. But he forgets and he’s mostly glad that he gets to. He doesn’t want to be singled out.

And maybe once or twice when the restlessness rises up under his skin, when the town’s so small it’s penning him in and he thinks he might burst from it, he takes the pelt from out of the cupboard and runs out to the lake in the dead of the night. It’s not much of a lake, not remotely pretty, but it’s something that isn’t just forcing himself still until he splits at the seams.

The first time, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s been so long since his mother helped him with this, and he can’t remember where she started. So he’s sweating and he’s getting frustrated and the awkwardness of it is uncomfortably reminiscent of puberty, really, and he has to keep his swearing quiet because he doesn’t want to risk being found, doesn’t know what his father would do.

But once he gets it to a certain point it’s like it… belongs, like it knows what to do when he doesn’t. He should be afraid but he marvels at the change. The water isn’t clean—doesn’t hold him like it should, he knows that in his bones, even if he doesn’t remember what it was like to swim in the sea—but it feels like a taste of freedom.

The sun rising makes him panic, every time. The sealskin's easier to peel off than it is to put on, and he pats it dry once he’s dried and dressed himself, folds it and stows it in his satchel and tries not to feel like it’s a dirty secret.

It is a dirty secret. His father never put it into words, never had to, but Eliot was never meant to use it, never meant to risk anyone else finding out.

He’s managing that much, at least. He kisses Aimee for the first time, learns how to make her smile, gives her a promise ring and means every word of the promises they make each other. It’s easy to confine his restlessness to those strange, guilty nights he slips out alone and banishes from his mind the next day. It’s easy to tell himself he can do this.

It’s easy, until it isn’t.

He meant to leave his sealskin at home. He meant to keep thinking of it as home, even after he leaves, except that his father gets angry. It’s far from the first time they’ve butted heads but it is by far the worst, and Eliot can’t listen well enough to try to fix things over the insistent call of I need to get out I need to I need to, and he slams the door of his room in his father’s face to pack the things he would miss.

He takes the sealskin with him.

Aimee’s family like him enough to put him up until he leaves. He helps with the horses, washes the dishes under the approving eye of Mrs Martin, keeps a little distance from Aimee—she doesn’t want him to leave, either.

But he has to catch her before he goes. She agrees to take the battered old suitcase and keep it somewhere safe—shows him where, even—and she doesn’t press him on what’s inside. He doesn’t think she’ll look inside. They kiss then, and more, and the day after the next he’s gone.

Working for the military doesn’t sate the itch inside him, but he can tell himself it does, for a while. He can tell himself he’s doing good. Then he can tell himself it’s necessary. Then it’s just the only thing he knows how to do. And he misses Aimee, but she’s less happy with him each time he contacts her—she never mentions the sealskin, at least, there’s that—and it’s looking like the life he wanted to have with her is something he left behind without ever really meaning to.

And then she gets married. It’s her dad—Willie—who contacts him, and he’s kind about it, which makes it worse. Eliot swallows his feelings and takes a moment to respond and Willie doesn’t seem bothered by it—awkward, maybe, but that’s to be expected. Eliot gets out the niceties, the congratulations, to equally awkward responses, then stumbles into I left a suitcase with her.

Willie makes the arrangements, and next time Eliot’s on leave he stops by for long enough to collect it and to thank him, and leaves before things can get any worse.

He moves the sealskin around a bit before finding the hiding place he’s happiest with, near the bottom of a stack of blankets at his most secure safehouse. He’s on his first PMC by then. It’s been years since he shifted—not since he became an adult, not since that grimy old lake he would sneak out to at night like visiting a secret boyfriend—and the pelt has become dry, still supple, but less like touching a living thing.

Eliot doesn’t like touching it.

It’s a burden, is the thing. A weakness. An achilles’ heel he can’t afford. He’d have destroyed it, except his research—and there’s precious little research available without talking to actual selkies, but the idea of that made his skin crawl when he considered it—suggested that wouldn’t be safe to do. A part of him, then, just not one he ever has to acknowledge.

He finds Toby. He finds a reprieve from his numbness, a way to put something good into the world, a way to talk to the parts of himself that he thought were closed off forever. He finds his hands covered with more blood than he could ever hope to wash clean.

He flees.

Working for Moreau might be one of the ugliest things he’s ever done, but at least it’s simple. He doesn’t work well without someone else calling the shots, he doesn’t want to begin to examine the breadth and weight of his work so far; he wants to do what he’s good at and let this wild thing out of his chest just long enough, just far enough, to let him rest easy in his skin.

Easier, at least.

He moves his pelt to San Lorenzo: the safest place he knows, the place he arranges the security for. Maybe he knew the risk he was taking, maybe he’s ignoring that part of himself so much that he’s forgotten it, but when he comes back to his room one day and finds Moreau standing over the desk running his fingertips over the fur, Eliot feels a stutter of something like fear in his chest.

Damien’s kind about it. He doesn’t take it from him.

The thing is, Eliot wants it gone. He doesn’t want to have to deal with it. And sometimes when you’re facing the awful thing, the fear of being controlled, the terrible truth that you’re a monster, all you can do is lean into it. Yanking out stitches to let it heal, even if it heals up ugly.

The thing is: just as much as when he was a child, when his father pulled the sealskin from his fingers and told him it had to stay hidden, Eliot’s ashamed of it.

Damien accepts when Eliot offers it to him, and it feels like a blessing. Damien tells him: don’t worry. He tells him: I’ll take good care of it.

Eliot doesn’t miss it when it’s gone.

(He doesn’t see the ways he was led to that decision. He doesn’t see the satisfaction in Damien’s eyes.)

It’s the lightest he’s felt for years, being known, being seen for all he is and accepted for it, and he wonders why he didn’t do this sooner. Damien didn’t flinch from the fur beneath his fingers or the patchy explanations that were all Eliot could give. Damien doesn’t flinch from the things Eliot can do—he finds a purpose for them. Eliot scrubs blood and tissue from under his fingernails and the rough thing inside his ribcage is almost at rest.

So he falters, sometimes. So he tries to be something he’s not, lets people go or kills them too quickly, questions Moreau’s orders. He always returns to here. He always remembers what he’s for.

He doesn’t think about Toby. He doesn’t think about Aimee, who wanted him to stay, who knew him before all this but didn’t know what he was trusting her with. He doesn’t think about his mother who braided his hair when he was small and kept him from sinking under the waves when she was teaching him how to swim.

(He doesn’t let himself think of them often.)

Then one day he goes even further. He didn’t think he could. He didn’t think he would get this moment of terrible clarity again, looking at what he’s done, at what he is, with everything inside him rebelling. Last time he detached from himself, denied feeling anything in an attempt to escape this, and he can feel that starting again. He can feel himself teetering.

Last time, it didn’t work. He realises, in the parts of himself he’s been ignoring for so long, that he doesn’t want to end up here again. He can’t afford to. He can’t survive it.

With his sealskin in Moreau’s hands, running could mean death. But he doesn’t have a choice. If he goes back, Moreau will talk him into staying.

He runs.

Moreau lets him go.

And Eliot leaves a part of himself behind.

#thank u eliot-wolfgirl-spencer for your blessing this was a very happy accident #kinda sorta accidentally gave eliot ocean longing but at least boston and portland apparently have beaches #I tried to research once but it's weird trying to research beaches that you can't visit #picture boston era eliot visiting the beach with the others and being really twitchy and wistful and weird #and portland era eliot just needing the encouragement and privacy to go be a happy seal for a bit and be slightly bad at something for once #(he would get teased a LOT for being bad at being a seal but that just means he needs practice :) oh no what a shame <3)#(at some point they take on a job with selkie clients and eliot has to confront A Whole Lot and it is awful but it is also healing)#(gasp maybe he bonds with a small selkie child)#I HAVE. a lot of feelings about the hair braids headcanon it's a problem #(maybe he BRAIDS the small selkie child's HAIR-)#it's penandinkprincess' recent selkie jaskier fics that reminded me of this possibility if that's up anyone's alley #leverage #eliot spencer #leverage angst #selkie eliot au #leverage fics

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trivalentlinks · 1 year

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For AO3 wrapped:

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Hello! Thanks for the ask! <3

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Probably the ongoing long-fic, What we owe each other. It's not done, but it's the longest fic I've ever written and also by far the one with the most emotional depth. It explores a few topics that are much more serious than my usual, especially in the Moreau chapters and the ones immediately following those.

For the shorter, finished fics, I'm quite proud of in which an interrogation occurs and Eliot is not concerned, also for the emotional core. I feel like my writing has matured a lot since my MCU Bruce/Tony days, even though I didn't write much in the intervening half decade.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

For this, I think I'll say Jury Duty; it's short and a bit silly, and I didn't expect people to like it much.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I'll go with an OC from the long-fic for this one, Dra. Mendoza, an older doctor in Mexico whom Quinn takes Eliot to go see for an injury (a pediatrician and pediatric surgeon, much to Eliot's annoyance). I had a lot of fun portraying this character from Quinn's childhood and letting their rapport allude to the shape of their relationship.

Thank you so much for the ask!

#ask game #ao3 wrapped #leverage #leverage fics

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kdsantell21 · 1 year

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So I may have done a thing. I think y’all will enjoy this!

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage: redemption #christian kane #tv show #tv shows #kaniac #eliot spencer #white collar #neal caffrey #peter burke #crossover #leverage fics #crossover fic

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blueskiesandstarrynights · 11 months

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They don't talk about it.

But there's no way Nate should know those things. No way the client could have told him, no way he could've figured it out on his own. Not when these things were nothing more than fleeting thoughts from the mark. But Sophie notices him quietly go for the scotch behind the counter and rub at his head in pain with extra vehemence some days despite the latest con having no personal connection to him.

They don't talk about it.

But someone should've recognized Sophie on that con. There's no way she could have that many characters per con. No way none of those diplomats didn't recognize her from any of her previous cons. Not when she didn't change any more than her clothes and accent. But Nate notices her features seem to flicker at the peace and safety of home when she thinks he isn't watching.

They don't talk about it.

But no one could've survived that. And certainly not looking the way he does. There's no way he didn't come out of that fight broken and bloodied to all hell. Not when instead he walks out with a purposeful stride and only a clenched jaw, rolling his shoulders. But when he's cooking and accidentally burns himself, Parker notices the unmarked skin left behind.

They don't talk about it.

But not all vents are human sized. They all saw the size of the vent cover as she exists with a grin. There's no way she could've fit in there. Not when the human body can't bend that way, a way that even the greatest contortionist can't bend. But some days Hardison notices as she seems to stretch and bend before his eyes when she's feeling relaxed and safe enough.

They don't talk about it.

But that's not how computers work. There's no way Hardison could access that kind of thing. Not when he describes how he did it like that. Not when he does it so quickly like that. Not when he says he's taken berries and the next thing they know he's recreated a colonial era journal to perfection. But Eliot swore he shoved a glass of water at him, not more goddamn orange soda.

They don't talk about it, the thing lingering over their heads as they conduct each con, the unacknowledged thing between the five of them that's a little deeper than just a desire to take down the rich and powerful.

They aren't perfect, they all know that- sometimes they're too good with their covers, sometimes they have to shift gears as the con unfolds before them, but somehow things always seem to work out.

But no one asks about it, so-

They don't talk about it.

#leverage #leverage fic #kinda #nate ford #sophie devereaux #parker leverage #alec hardison #eliot spencer #blue rambles #my fics #i actually ended up writing more than i expected when all i had in my head was just vibes

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leverage-ot3 · 2 months

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okay I absolutely get and adore harry being oblivious about ot3 developments, but consider:

after breanna makes it explicitly clear she’s queer in the card game job, harry starts Researching™

he’s trying to be good, be better. he likes this girl and wants to be there to support her and be her friend, someone she can trust. it doesn’t help that she’s around the same age as his daughter, who barely wants to associate with him anymore

he learns breanna is queer and dives into researching. watching TED talks in his spare time. reading ebooks on his phone in between playing roles in a con (bringing a physical book is less convenient and he doesn’t want to wave around the fact that he’s researching like he’s trying to be performative about it). he reads about legislation and book bans and wonders about how they could work their magic through a con to fix those things. he reads about asexuality and recognizes the flag colors from the sticker on breanna’s laptop, which he files away for later

he learns a lot! he has been peripherally aware of queer stuff- it’s kind of hard not to be in the 2020s, but now he is much more informed on a lot of issues. he has memorized at least 50 different labels and terms and has an index of resources in his head (and on his phone) if anyone might need them. he wants to understand the people he loves and cares about, whether it’s breanna or one of his daughter’s friends, or anyone in his life that is queer and he doesn’t know it yet. he wants to be ready and prepared to support them!

he learns about sapphicness and bisexuality and intersex rights and the gender spectrum. he learns about karyotypes and stonewall and other queer history. he learns about kink (blushing, but still reads because it’s important!) and relationship diversity… which leads him to discover the term polyamory

he tries not to actively apply the terms he has learned on the people in his life because he knows it’s wrong to assume things about other people. BUT. harry spends a few days reflecting on parker, hardison and eliot’s interactions and wonders. he thinks about the long hugs and lack of personal space and near telepathic communication not just between parker and hardison, but parker and eliot AND hardison and eliot. how parker knows how to make eliot take care of himself, how he knows when she forgets to eat because she’s so hyperfixated on planning a con. how parker jumps on his back for fun and no matter what, he always catches her. hardison’s absence is felt when he’s gone, deeply by the both of them.

it could just be a deep friendship, he knows. they have been working and living together for over a decade, of course they would be close!!! maybe they could even be queerplatonic! (another new word he learned!)

but. still. he quietly observes, watches closely, and thinks.

#gonna reblog this with more but I didn’t want to make this any longer that I’d have to do read more #anyways I adore harry and think about him often #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #leverage #leverage redemption #harry wilson #harry wilson headcanons #headcanons #ficlets #fic ideas #breanna & harry #found family #team as family #mine #i need someone to write this

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benjaminthecoathanger · 2 months

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okay, because i saw a poll earlier and i thought the choices weren't clear enough and also the answers i saw to it annoyed me and also i'm curious:

NOTES:

I am including having watched gameplay of a game and not having played it as having watched the source material

In this context if you are writing fic/making art and you are not being commissioned to do so. This is purely for funsies

You getting into something because you saw a post/gifset/video about it and then watched the source material does not count. That's just how you get into new things.

Goncharov does not count because it's not real. I'll break kayfabe here I don't care.

#polls #look i got really annoyed by reading the tags of the since-deleted poll of people like 'did you forget goncharov hahaha' like.#that. that's not what was asked.#also like. i'll reblog posts of something ive not seen if i think theyre interesting/funny #but i don't count that as like. 'engaging in fandom" necessarily #bc to me at least fandom requires active engagement? and like im not gonna go hunting for like. leverage posts if ive not seen it #i also don't read fanfic like. at all. so i have no concept of how people read it?#like. i last read fanfic like 2 years ago bc i had just finished disco elysium #so people who read fic bc of the like. tropes or whatever like. i do not get it. im happy for you though #anyway. sorry i went insane i love u all #ben leaves the house #or doesnt. i guess in this case. a very Chronically Online Poll

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mysweetoddbird · 3 months

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honestly. i think its so fucked up that we never got a scene of parker and hardison cleaning eliot up after a fight. john rogers i will pay you.

#diarytag #or maybe i just need a fic rec.... ah well.....#leverage #eliot spencer #parker leverage #alec hardison

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lemissingmask · 6 months

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[ID: Greyscale scene of Nathan Ford sitting in his Boston HQ bedroom, beside the bed, where Eliot Spencer is laying. Nate is pressing a damp cloth to Eliot’s forehead, and looking down at him with concern. Eliot is semi-conscious, his eyes closed and expression slightly pinched in pain and his lips parted. His left shoulder and left upper chest are covered with gauze, his left arm is in a dark sling and his face is badly bruised. End ID]

Commission for @bridgem76 😊

A scene from her incredible fic - I recommend it so, so much for Eliot whump, and beautiful team dynamics and emotions!

#leverage #eliot spencer #nathan ford #whump #fever #art commission #fic rec

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qwanderer · 11 months

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You wanna get sad about Eliot Spencer? Consider the part in The Experimental Job where he’s being asked about the people he’s killed:

Eliot: What do you want to know? Names? Dates? Locations? (softly) You want to know what food was on their breath? Their eyes – what color their eyes were? You want to know the last words they spoke? You want to know which ones deserved it. Or, better yet, the ones that didn't? Do you want to know which ones begged? Do you know why I remember these things? Interrogator: I don't know. Eliot: You don't know? 'Cause I can't forget. So there's nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that's worse than what I live with every day. So, to answer your question, no. No, I haven't counted. I don't need to.

Then consider this exchange with Sophie from The Lonely Hearts Job:

Sophie: And you’re one to laugh. You don’t even bother to learn their names. They’re just waitress, nurse, stewardess. Eliot: First of all, it’s flight attendant, all right? They don’t like being called stewardess. And, second, I know their names.

Now consider this line a couple chapters back in my WIP that's been stuck in my head:

He knows from experience that a little of that will always stay with him, even if he leaves now and never sees her again. He'll always remember her face like this, and that radiant smile, too. He's good with faces, and sometimes he thinks he collects the faces that give him warm feelings to help counterbalance the other ones.

Writing that line made me realize the exchange in The Lonely Hearts Job can almost be read as a callback to The Experimental Job and I am having feelings about it.

(Thanks to When Darkness Falls for transcripts and the folks on Sunday Leverage Marathon Discord for reminding me which episode the second excerpt is from)

#leverage #eliot spencer #eliot meta #meta #fic writing #pardicer #greatest hits

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somanypetals · 5 months

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just a theatre kid and her guard dog

#pls I need someone to write a mini fic of the conversation that lead to them doing this dramatic setup and reveal #leverage redemption #leverage #leverage: redemption #sophie devereaux #eliot spencer

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ailelie · 2 years

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I want a Leverage/Stargate crossover in which Parker, Hardison, Eliot, and Sophie all know about Stargate and all think they are the only ones who know.

Eliot is easy. He worked for them. He's been off world and has seen aliens up close. He doesn't want that danger anywhere near his team and, if they knew aliens were real, they would seek them out.

Parker, pre-Leverage, was once going to steal from a goa'uld. She's hidden away and safe, but sees the goa'uld change hosts or similar. It is one of the few times she walked away without her score. She still stole something, just not what she had gone for. She also neatly accepted that mind controlling snake monsters are real and that made her much more accepting of the impossible and, weirdly, less afraid in general. Nothing beats a mind controlling snake monster.

Hardison hacked his way into the mountain base while setting up in Portland. He didn't go in deep; he was just looking for something cute and Santa related for Parker. Instead, he found a mission report some idiot had sent in via email. The report had video. Brutal video. He watched. Three times. And then bought himself a new computer solely to hack deeper and figure out if what he saw was real or fake. It was real. He was thrilled--space ships and aliens were real! He was terrified--space ships and aliens were real and not very friendly. He wanted no part of that.

Sophie conned her way into a dinner with military officials. It wasn't even for a job. She was just bored and wanted to test out her skills. (Part of her also wanted to get caught. Part of her post-Nate was a bit self-destructive). She found a man fuming and lent a listening ear. With a bit of alcohol and a lot of pretending to know more than he did, she learned about the Stargate program. She locked that knowledge up deep, ready to wield it if ever needed.

And then, one day in New Orleans, SGC comes knocking for Eliot. It is one of the times that Hardison is home with them. Eliot is cooking and Hardison and Parker are teasing him in the kitchen. Harry is out. Breanna is working to undo a virus Hardison created for her as a challenge.

Then, say, Cameron Mitchell walks in. Eliot glances over from where he's cooking at the stove and says, "No. Turn around. Walk away."

Hardison has gone still. He remembers Cameron's face from the reports he read and watched. "How do you know Eliot?" he asks.

"We used to work together."

Hardison turns to Eliot, eyes wide. "Eliot?"

"Better question," Eliot says, turning off the heat. "How do you know Mitchell here?"

"Someone has to keep an eye on what the government is doing," Hardison vamps, part of him still hoping to end this conversation without Parker learning about the spaceships and aliens.

"Dammit Hardison."

By this time, Parker has hopped off the counter and walked up to Cameron to get a better read on him. She also nicks his wallet and firearm. "Catch," she calls to Eliot as she tosses the firearm to him.

"Parker!" Eliot chastises as he snatches the gun. "Don't throw firearms."

She shrugs. "I knew you'd catch it."

This is the first time Cameron has looked wrongfooted this entire time. "What?"

"Cameron Mitchell," Parker reads from his ID. "Airforce."

Cameron swipes it back from her. Parker lets him. As she turns, she catches Breanna's eye and gestures to her ear.

Breanna pulls out of the code she was working on and starts looking for any foreign frequencies to find out who is talking to Mitchell.

Sophie, who has been watching quietly this entire time and noting Cameron's military standing, takes into account his actual division and the ways Eliot and Hardison are acting and clearly talking around something. She decides to make a gamble.

"Does this have anything to do with the Stargate program?"

Eliot, Hardison, and Cameron all freeze and look at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Cameron says, "But how do you know about the Stargate program."

Sophie offers him a beatific smile. "People do talk--" she pauses and gives him a searching look "--commander is it? Interesting that the commander himself came to talk." She turns to Eliot. "This might be important."

Cameron spins to Eliot. "Did you tell her?"

Eliot crosses his arms. "I've not said anything."

Parker raises her hand. "What's the Stargate Program?

Hardison is the first to speak up. "It is a secret program that deals with threats from space."

"Like aliens?" Breanna asks, continuing to hack into Cameron's comms. She's surprised by the layers of protection.

"Yes."

"Okay," Breanna mutters. "Cool. So aliens are real."

Parker raises her hand again.

"You don't need to raise your hand, Parker," Eliot mutters into his hand.

"Are any of these aliens mind controlling snake monsters who like Egyptian antiquities?"

Now every eye is on her.

"Yes," Cameron says, stretching the word out. "How?"

Parker just hops back up onto the counter. "I stole from one."

"Did she just say she stole from one?" A woman's voice plays from Breanna's corner.

"So I've hacked their comms," Breanna says.

Cameron nearly growls in frustration. This was not how this was supposed to go.

"Why don't you invite the rest of your team in?" Sophie says. "Eliot, will we have enough food?"

Eliot rolls his eyes and turns back to the stove. He turns the heat back on and gives his dish a stir. "I was making enough for leftovers. We'll be fine."

"Who are you people?" Cameron asks. "I mean, I've read your files, but--"

"Oh, how did you like those?" Hardison asks. "Beauties, aren't they?"

"You forged your records?" Cameron asks, his tone flat.

Sophie touches his elbow and guides him to a seat. "When you've taken over a small country, darling, paperwork is child's play."

Cameron looks at her, sees she isn't lying, and laughs. "Okay. Fine." He calls his team in. They'll have dinner. And then they'll discuss saving the world.

#sg-1 #leverage #fic i want to read #not!fic #this got away from me

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wolves-in-the-world · 2 years

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After the military, after freelance work and two PMCs and all in all more violence than he knows how to reckon with, Eliot meets Toby.

In this world, he stays.

He does what he can to keep his old life at a safe distance. It's hardly his fault he keeps picking up strays.

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This is a kinder-than-canon AU, mostly gentle, some angst.

Probably-platonic ot3, ambiguous Quinn + Eliot. 5181 words.

#leverage #leverage fics #fics #eliot spencer #orig #almost posted this in Idea Form in july (and several times since) but I'm glad I got it finished as a fic #this kinda got stock in perfectionism limbo and I ended up telling myself I wasn't allowed the post the cuddlefic before this #but it worked and I'm proud of this now‚ so I'm not complaining

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reinanova · 2 months

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Consider:

Harry walks in on Parker kissing Eliot to comfort him (or vice versa) and he backs out of the room in a panic because this poor precious child is unaware of polyamory and the leverage OT3. So, in support of the Bro Code, he goes to Breanna and asks her to send a message to Hardison so he can talk to him.

Now Breanna, the wonderful little sis she is, asks Harry what’s so important that he feels the need to contact Hardison immediately. So Harry confesses that he just saw Parker cheating on Hardison with Eliot and that he needs to tell Hardison about it.

You cannot tell me that Breanna, our gay ace gen Z icon, is not aware of her brother being in a polyamorous relationship. And okay yes, maybe she “accidentally” found evidence of their relationship when she “accidentally” hacked into their phones but that’s hardly her fault. That was just the proof for her suspicions.

Back to Harry. Breanna is just holding back laughter at Harry’s obliviousness and of course she’s here for the drama (and listening to Hardison rant about the interruption) so she sets up a video call with Hardison, secretly sharing the video screen to the room Eliot and Parker are in.

So Hardison shows up on the call, visibly busy with lots of chaos and going ons behind him and is all, “Breanna, what’s wrong?”

And then Harry is all, “Hardison, I gotta tell you something” and tells him what he saw and is very apologetic that he’s informing Hardison that his girlfriend is cheating on him.

Hardison stares into the camera like he’s on The Office, visibly annoyed before going “Really man? Really??? You interrupt me while i’m dealing with [lists like five things he’s got going on right now] for this?”

And then turns to Breanna and says, “You let him call me for this?”

And she gives no fucks about it and just shrugs and is all “I thought it would be funny.”

Now Harry is growing more and more confused and he’s like, “Umm excuse me, are we just ignoring the whole girlfriend cheating on you thing?”

At this point, Parker drops in from the ceiling or something behind Harry and is like, “It’s not cheating when they’re both my boyfriend.”

And Eliot also pops up and says, “I should hope I’m able to kiss my girlfriend when our boyfriend isn’t around to kiss us.”

After Harry recovers from his mini heart attack after getting startled twice by Parker and Eliot, he’s like, “Cool, cool. Wait, what??”

But Eliot and Parker have already wandered off and Hardison is distracted with his stuff and Breanna shrugs at Harry before picking up her laptop and leaving to go catch up with Hardison while she has him on the call. So Harry is left standing there in confused but supportive spirit.

#could take place before or after Hardison gets stuck in space #if you wanna write this feel free (or if you know a fic like this lmk!)#kinda wanna write this but we shall see if i have the time/energy/motivation to do so #leverage #leverage ot3 #leverage redemption #parker #eliot spencer #alec hardison #breanna casey #harry wilson #thiefsome #eliot x hardison x parker #reinanova rambles #leverage redemption season 2 spoilers #leverage redemption spoilers

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ohgriftwearereallyinitnow · 3 months

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Listen ok Eliot is protective like whoa and that doesn’t just mean in the dangerous way; he’s mom friend, he’s the older sister you never had, he’s your actual mom, the “have you eaten today?” friend. All that being said, he routinely takes down private security teams, in his head, on his day off. Once he said he only sleeps 90 minutes a night and I’m not so sure he was lying - it’s half probably unnecessary hypervigilance and something he picked up when he needed to keep watch for two weeks straight with a team of three and four months of constant attack.

Alec Hardison is thirsty for someone to be close to. He had a great homelife (relatively) and he knows what it’s supposed to be like but he’s actually a classic computer nerd and has never been with someone past his fantasies of what romance should be like. Which brings me to my next point which is he’s a classic romantic. I think Hardison had a real job at some point, like he was a tech guy or he worked at a cybersecurity company or he hacked like garcia. Anyway he knows basic stuff. He’s the emotional one of the bunch, the one who experiences emotion like a typical person Like Eliot, can sense when someone isn’t telling the truth or isn’t being true to himself through high level CIA training but lacks the emotional intelligence to deal with it gracefully. Which is where Hardison comes in

Then there’s Parker. She keeps everyone at arm’s distance, to the point where it’s actually shocking if she touches you. She takes extreme risks because she’s incredibly impulsive. She doesn’t lie, doesn’t even know how or why she would because she always has an escape route. She hates hospitals because she spent her entire 7th year in one after a beating so bad she almost didn’t walk again. But she’s not adverse to romance and friendship, it just takes her a very long time to suss out whether you’re going to hurt her or not. She’s gullible about real world knowledge bc she has a very specific set of skills. A bizarrely blazeh attitude until helpless children being exploited or respect for Good dead men gets brought up, basically she knows what the right thing is but she needs people to point her in the right direction.

Eliot and Alec really do use that to their advantage but would rather kill each other and themselves before hurting her. Thus even though they fight, they really do go well together.

#leverage ot3 #leverage #i wrote this a while ago but I’m getting back into this ot3 wip and i wanted to post it for inspo #fic idea #personal #og leverage #just ot3 thoughts

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