#leveragetober23
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hello and welcome to the very first leveragetober!!
here is the prompt list for leveragetober 2023!! under the cut will be a more in detail/id for the guidelines and prompt lists and feel free to either dm or send an ask if you have any questions!!
Guidelines
Tag your posts #leveragetober23 and #leveragetober or just tag the blog so we can all see your creations!!
The prompts are here as a guideline, if you have an idea based on a prompt, that's totally fine, have fun with it!
You don't have to worry about following every single prompt either, if you're too busy or don't have any ideas, that's okay too, this is meant to be fun not an added stressor
ID Prompt List.
Food 17. Power
Rain 18. Redemption
Family 19. Job Gone Wrong
Crossover 20. Kids
Birthday 21. Trapped
Caught 22. Chess
Lies 23. Monster/Ghost Hunters
Museum 24. Blood
Past 25. Role Swap
Alternate Universe 26. Fantasy/Magical
Kiss 27. Reunion
Pride 28. Vents
Confession 29. Nightmare
Future 30. Halloween
Poison 31. Free Space
Game Nights
thanks for all the support and we can't wait to see what everyone creates!! <3
#leveragetober#leveragetober23#leverage#leverage redemption#leverage ot3#october challenge#october art challenge#eliot spencer#nate ford#sophie devereaux#parker leverage#alec hardison#breanna casey#harry wilson#october fic challange
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Leveragetober23 Day 3: family
Soon after Breanna came to live with Nana, she got a visit from one of her new big brothers. Nana was all in a tizzy for a few days beforehand, when she first learned one of her children would be coming back home for a few days. Apparently Hardison was a legend around here. Nana was baking like crazy, and when Breanna built up the courage to ask why she was making so much food, she learned that her "big brother and his partners" would be coming to stay with them.
Now, Breanna was pretty open minded, her parents raised her well, but she will admit she did a slowblink when she was first told. No one else seemed to have any thoughts on that topic, no weird or judge-y faces from any of the other children in hearing range, so she shrugged and went with it.
When they finally arrived, she was only more intrigued. Hardison could best be described as a whirlwind. He moved fast and talked faster. His two friends, on the other hand, were the direct opposite. They both smiled when talking to others, and answered rather succinctly, but otherwise they didn't move very fast, and in the scheme of things, barely talked at all.
Breanna wasn't quite sure what to do with them. She had accepted her parents were gone, and her definition of family had to change rather quickly, but every time she met a new child of Nana's, it hit her again how much her life had changed over the last two-ish years. Therefore, she was back in her room, decompressing a bit after meeting Hardison and his "partners."
(After meeting them, she honestly couldn't tell if they were romantic-partners or business-partners. They talked about work, a lot. They were vague about it, but they obviously worked together. On the other hand, Parker was a very clingy person with both Hardison and Eliot. Inevitably she would be hanging off one of them, touching them in some way. Hardison and Eliot were known to share a knowing look with each other too, whenever Parker did something. Parker and Eliot always made sure an orange soda was in Hardison's reach, and Parker and Hardison would make googly eyes whenever Eliot even just talked about cooking.)
A knock on her door distracted her.
She opened her door to reveal a slightly nervous looking Parker, who kept checking over her shoulder while she asked if she could hide in Breanna's room for a little bit. Breanna was unsure about this new person, but eh, why not? When she said as much, Parker beamed and thanked her while sliding inside and sitting on the ground behind where the door would hinge open.
Okayyyy. Breanna hesitantly sat down criss cross apple sauce, facing her. "Not to, like, stop you or anything…but, why are we sitting on the ground, exactly?"
Parker looked at her with a sharp eye. "Well, I'm sitting on the ground. You just decided to do it because I did. Sophie says that has to do with psychology, but I don't remember which theory right now."
"Hey! It feels perfectly reasonable right now to go to ground when the only adult in here right now is doing the same!" Breanna pouted, but all she got back was a small smile from Parker. "And hey, don't distract me! Why are we on the ground?"
Parker laughed, then suddenly went quiet. Breanna started to open her mouth to ask her what was happening when Parker suddenly whipped her hand up to stop her from speaking. A few moments later Breanna heard footsteps walking down the hall, pausing at the end, then turning around and walking back to the main part of the house.
Once she was sure whoever it was was gone, she lowered her hand. Breanna was even more curious now, and slightly worried. She knew Nana, and she knew how she raised her children, but either way there was another woman in her room, an adult, who seemed to be hiding from the other adults. Breanna needed to know what was going on.
Parker must have been able to read her face because when she turned her head back towards the younger girl, she immediately started to explain.
"Okay, so to be honest, I've gotten wayyy better with people. Like, way better. I haven't stabbed anyone with a fork in two months, Hardison and Sophie are really proud of me. But there are still a lot of people out there, and they were starting to get loud, and I don't like loud. Loud means notice and I don't like to be noticed, so I went to the place I was sure no one would check because I know Hardison, which means I know Nana, which means I know they will give you privacy because new people are around, which means people are way less likely to come looking for me in here, and when Nana introduced you, you were really quiet, so you are not likely to be as loud as it is out there. So, safe space."
Breanna's head was reeling from trying to keep track of…all of that but yeah, it made sense, in a weird way. She was the newest kid, and one of the previous kids was coming home to visit for the first time since she arrived, plus they were bringing other people too, so Nana was likely to quietly tell everyone to give her some space.
Breanna nodded definitively. "Okay, that makes sense. But…floor?"
Parker nodded, very serious, "First lesson: even when you're hidden, don't assume you're safe, always hide somewhere in a hidden place. Then you're way less likely to be caught" She paused, eyeing Breanna's head speculatively. "You have really curly hair. That's good. You can hide a lot of things in there, lots of pins, maybe even a key or two." Another pause, Breanna felt like her soul was being weighed. "Do you want to learn how to pick a lock in less than 5 seconds?"
Oh, they were going to be friend-friends. "Okay!"
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#breanna casey#parker leverage#parker#alec hardison#eliot spencer#leverage#sophie devereaux#ao3#nana hardison
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Leveragetober day one: food and love (which are of course the same thing)
Eliot & Parker-focused post-canon OT3 ficlet for @leveragetober
“I’m sick of thinking about it,” Parker huffed, flopping down on the sofa with her head hanging off one end, looking at the world upside-down. “It’s too many decisions and it’s every day, three times a day and then again the next day, when does it end, when does it get easy? Never! I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
Across the room, Eliot slowly took off his apron and tossed it over the back of a chair, keeping his steps deliberately light and even as he approached. Tapping her ankle, he waited until she lifted her legs, body temporally forming an elegant L-shape with her feet in the air, and sat down on the end of the sofa, wrapping his hands around her ankles when she settled her feet back in his lap.
“You want me to think about it for you?” He broke the silence after a minute, without looking at her, hearing and feeling the deep breath she took in and let out as a weary sigh.
“No,” she dragged the word, folding her arms protectively over her chest. “I’m an adult, I should be able to, to, to — ugh!” Her feet twitched in his lap, tapping out a rhythm of frustration and shame.
“Park,” he murmured, thumb pressing into the arch of her foot, drawing her back into herself with his deliberate touch. “There’s no ‘should’. There’s only what works for you.”
“But Sophie—“
“Parker.”
“…yeah. I know.”
She sighed again, and Eliot shifted her feet in his lap, setting to giving her a proper foot rub, feeling the muscles in his own shoulders start to relax when she gave a quiet sigh then an unselfconscious hum, melting into the couch and into his touch.
No one could have been a better influence for his girl than Sophie, Eliot knew that, believed it with all his heart, but that didn’t make her a perfect role model. Trailing her own peck of mysterious trouble Sophie had been more patient with Parker from day one than any of the rest of them, and maybe it was being close to another woman for the first time in her life, Eliot couldn’t begin to speculate and doesn’t care to but along the way Parker got it into her head that there were certain things Sophie did that were absolutely right and true and the marker of successfully acting out the role of an adult. Actually, now that Eliot’s thinking about it, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was something to do with the fact that Sophie is just as much of a freak as the rest of them she only hides it better behind dozens of masks ranging from subtle to dazzling that most people don’t even see let alone know to look for them, leaving Parker to the conclusion that she could or should construct her own masks in homage to Sophie’s and that is the marker of success — not making it, but faking it.
“How about this,” Eliot heard himself say, before he’d decided to say anything at all. “You know how I am about food. About making food. How it. How I. I need to do it. It’s…”
“It’s your heart,” she said quietly, the words he still couldn’t bring himself to put into the world himself.
“Yeah. So how about if when I’m cooking for myself I make extra for you. I won’t ask you to make any decisions about it, I won’t even ask you if you like it. You can eat it in your rig up in your rafters if you want, makes no difference to me. But that way you always know you’ve got something waiting for you, you don’t have to think about what you’re in the mood for if you don’t want to, you don’t gotta think about what’s healthy or not.”
When she spoke her voice came out muffled and Eliot looked up at her face for the first time since he sat down to find that at some point while he was talking she’d lifted her hands to cover her face. “But food is supposed to be more than fuel.”
“Did I say that?” He asked, and when she nodded he reached up and curled a hand gently around her wrist, thumb stroking over her pulse point. “Thought you knew better than to listen to me by now.”
She moved her hands to peek up at him, eyebrows folded down quizzically. “But I like listening to you.”
Eliot snorted, and squeezed her wrist lightly. “All right, then listen to this. There’s no ‘should,’ there’s no ‘supposed to,’ and Sophie ain’t got a corner on the market of what it looks like to be an adult. Here in this house I count three adults who couldn’t be more different from each other or from Sophie and most days I think we do okay.”
“Most days,” Parker agreed, and turned her hand over to bring them palm to palm.
“So if you make Hardison get off the couch and work out with you every day and he makes me sit my ass on the couch and ice my damn knee at night and I make enough food that you always got something to eat even on days you don’t feel like it, maybe that’s just how we make it work.”
“Maybe that makes us lucky,” she said after a long, still silence.
“Oh yeah?” He said, keeping his voice light even as something raucous and joyful took up howling in his chest. Her face whenever she made a new connection, whenever she decided to trust him with a thought that she hadn’t tested out herself first, goddamn, he would move mountains for this woman.
“The first time I asked Sophie about love she said it was what made us feel alive. I told her I felt alive when I was jumping off a building and she said ‘maybe that’s why they call it falling in love’ but I don’t think that’s right. I don’t think it’s about falling I think it’s about catching. I don’t jump because I want to fall I jump because I know my rig or my parachute is going to catch me. And now you and Hardison, you’re my rig and my parachute. You catch me.”
“We catch each other,” Eliot said, as soon as he could trust his voice to come out steady.
“That’s nice. Right? I think it’s nice.”
“It’s really nice.”
She linked her fingers through his, and used his hold on her to leverage herself up to sitting, pulling her feet out of his lap. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay. Eliot, will you make me something to eat?”
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“well be alright, parker, hardison will find us.”
“promise?”
“promise.”
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leveragetober day 6- caught
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#eli draws#leveragetober#leveragetober23#parker leverage#eliot spencer#parker x hardison x eliot#leverage fanart#leverage ot3#fanart#my art#if youre looking at this and wondering why it looks familiar#its the stobin screencap in s3
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Leveragetober23 Day 5: birthday
It was his birthday. Ugh.
Yet another humdrum day of feigned well wishes from silly little sycophants that just want to be as high up as him, hoping to step on him on their own way up. (He knows he's better than all of them, but do they really need to remind him every time they open their mouths and let drivel pour out? NO. But they do it anyway. *Sigh*)
Yet another backpack from the higher ups as a show of "appreciation" for his dedication to the organization all these years.
Yet another pointed text from his ex-wife reveling in his advanced age -- congratulations waylaid and thrown over a cliff long before she ever got to the "happy" part of happy birthday.
The only joy this day brings him is the wonderful dinner his daughter treats him to every year. Since she was 7 she decided it was her job to get her dad to show one real smile (not solely aimed at her) at least one day a year, so she always sends him some sort of surprise gift when he leasts expects it. Ironically, he has therefore come to completely expect it, but she still manages to surprises him every year (though it really shouldn't given the type of woman she has become) with caring and thoughtful gifts that mean the world to him. She may never understand how much, but she is the reason for his joy, and if she wants him to be happy, then he will, simply for her.
Therefore, he was excited (deep, deep down in his gut, probably somewhere behind his left kidney), and not all that suspicious, when he came back from yet another meeting on this damnable day to find the CD port of his computer popped open, with a disk lying in the slot, topped with a large pink bow. On the CD, someone had written "SURPRISE!" and beneath it, "Happy Birthday!"
Feeling a small bounce of excitement within him (that he will forever deny on pain of death or sodium pentathol), and wondering what his daughter had gotten him this year, he moved the bow aside and pushed in the disk.
BOOOOOOM
Confetti explodes from tubes hidden throughout his office!
His plants somehow start singing happy birthday songs, each in a different language!
His blinds act on their own accord, closing to reveal another birthday message across the shutters!
A party hat descends from a pulley machine lowering down from the ceiling tiles, to hang jauntily off the side of his head!
His drawers pop open to reveal a cake that looks like it was baked, iced, and decorated in his desk!
And his computer!
Oh his computer…
His screen has been taken over by a repeating video of Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker, all in party hats, blowing kazoos with shrieking noises emanating from his speakers, and hoisting red solo cups and cupcakes at him mockingly from under a banner declaring "Happy Birthday!" in joyful, bright font. At the bottom of the screen, once the video had replayed enough times and he could hear again after the confetti pipe bombs stopped exploding in his face, a small message appeared at the bottom of the screen.
"Check the confetti."
He scowled.
He checked the confetti.
"Your birthday present is in your couch."
He scowled.
He checked his couch.
A close examination revealed the cushions were not at the exact angle he always left them in (to allow any interlopers who dared one, enter his office or two, sit on his furniture, to immediately slouch and slide forward in an unbecoming manner). Pulling away the cushions revealed a large streamer acting as a pull tab to open the base of his couch, and when he pulled it (cringing inside at the thought of any more…surprises) it revealed…A man.
A man, wrapped in wrapping paper and ribbon (is that duct tape?), in a surprisingly secure manner to keep him from escaping.
A man with a bow on his head and a USB taped to his forehead, along with a note.
A note that read, "This is Colin Mason (also know to very few people as "Chaos," and to many more as "that asshole"). Please feel free to detain him at your leisure, you will find proof of many of his more embarrassingly simply hacking crimes on the USB (see: forehead)."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a young blonde woman hesitantly stepped inside while the rest of the floor looked in behind her, attempting to see what had transpired in his office in the past two minutes. Looking around curiously, having missed the start of the party, she finished her look-about to give him a small smile and said, "Heyyy, Dad, what's going on in here? And…nice…hat?"
He growled.
It is Jim Sterling's 53rd birthday. Ugh.
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#ao3#alec hardison#eliot spencer#parker#leverage#jim sterling#surprise#birthday surprise
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Leveragetober23 Day 4: crossover
Hi all, I am deep in midterms/finals/papers and don't have time to write, so have fun reading my stream of consciousness idea on what I want to write here, if I had the time. Hopefully, once I have time again, I can actually write this, but in the meantime...
Nate gets pulled in by the FBI for questioning. Penelope has to figure out why everything she's pulling up doesn't seem right (she wasn't the one to give them info on him to bring him in, they saw him hanging around one too many crime scenes and brought him in for questioning. Or maybe the cops did before they got there?) His handcuffs keep coming "unlocked" ie Parker is in the vents the entire time and keeps unlocking them for funsies. Hardison keeps waylaying anything before Penelope pulls it up and changing it (think Oceans 13) before it ever gets to her as a search result. Hotch keeps seeing a suspicious character around the station in a cop uniform but no one from the department seems to recognize him - Eliot. Sophie has to stay in the van the entire time bc she is just as much a profiler as them and it would be too hard to trick them - she resents this and really wants to play a psychic act just to f**k with them (her real acting, though). Everyone cringes. Nate considers it. Reid meets Parker at one point. He does a magic trick. She picks his pocket. Hardison makes her return it. She isn't happy about it so she plays it off as a magic trick too while rolling her eyes for his camera.)
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#criminal minds#case fic#nate ford#penelope garcia#parker#alec hardison#eliot spencer#sophie devereaux#aaron hotchner#spencer reid#derek morgan
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Leveragetober23 Day 12: pride
Parker is singing again. It's kinda creepy, but the group isn't willing to call them out on it.
Bigots can try, but they will fry.
Over and over and over again.
The taser sparks. Everyone shuffles back, just a little bit. No one makes eye contact.
Eliot goes back to hauling away the still twitching body while Hardison goes through the man's phone. Ostensibly, it's to see what he knew about them and what his mission was. Really, it's just so he can leave Parker to it. He loves his partner, really, but sometimes his person is whoo boy, as Nana would say. He leaves Parker to it. They grin and start the chorus over again, stroking the handheld lightning stick.
Really, it's not like the group was doing any crimes right now, anyway! Anyone with any sense could see that! Unless there is an apocalyptic level job that just absolutely needs to be taken care of, the founders of Leverage International never seem to work in June. So why all of these people have come out of the woodwork to try to arrest them, or capture them, or whatever it is they are trying to do, right now?? They're not having it. And of course, everyone is decked out in their colors, with all the pins and patches and paint to match, so people have made some stupid comments. But they learned.
Really, just try and stop Parker.
Oh, that's right, you can't.
Because they have a taser and a goal.
Originally, it was just Sophie's vacation. Every June, she would take the month off and go swanning off somewhere that no one else knew about. Nate tried to follow her a few times, but when Sophie doesn't want to be found, she was not. After a while, though, she opened up, and it turns out the big secret is that she charts out all of the major pride parades across the world and just spends the month country hopping, joining in on every celebration of pride she can.
Once the group found out, it sort of became a family outing. Everyone learned a lot about each other that they didn't know before, all they were all closer for it.
Sophie is a raging pansexual. That woman has got it on with every gender out there at least once, and she loved it. Truly, she just loves the human body in every shape and form it comes in. People routinely get gender euphoria just from being in her presence. She honestly might be a goddess, no one is sure, and they also aren't sure they want to know.
Parker isn't so much a girl as just girl-shaped in the eyes of society. They'll answer to she, but really they'll answer to anything and people just assume she. They like they/them the most, though. And pretzels. They really like pretzels, and think Alec and Eliot would too.
Alec vaguely knows he isn't entirely straight. He loves Parker, in all their Parker-ness. But he also has feelings about their resident hitter that he is not entirely clear on. He never really crushed on people all that much when he was younger, too. He really had to know them before he ever thought of them in that way. Either way, Nana always said he had a big heart. That was usually followed by some version of "now put the money back, please, we'll donate our own time to the homeless shelter, not someone else's resources," but suffice to say, he goes all out in his love.
Eliot, likewise, isn't a heterosexual cis man, but he's known that since the beginning. He knows he got lucky, having the parents and the support system he did, and he is thankful every day. His family accepted him from the beginning, and was able to contact a close friend who was able to help them out with getting prescriptions for testosterone early enough that he never really had to go through a lot of the pains and dysphoria a lot of people in his shoes go through every day. He is aware of his privilege, and he is grateful to everyone that helped make his belief into reality. (He also hasn't realized that Parker is basically courting him and Hardison is trailing after with a smile on his face and his heart in his eyes, but he'll realize it soon enough.)
Nate, though you would never know it when first meeting him, totally had bi-wife energy. Nate met Maggie through Sterling at I.Y.S., but she was on her way out the door to go clubbing with some friends and dragged him along when she saw how miserable he looked at the office party. Soon enough they were dancing the night away, and that was that. Maggie is also one of the least problematic people you will ever meet, so of course she was still close friends with all of her exes, which meant Nate was close with them too. Let's just say some of their dinner parties could get a little…raucous.
But coming back to now.
For some reason, all the grumps and grunts have decided June is the month this year to just get in their way, and Parker is having none of it. There are plans! Charts! Parties to attend, celebrations to have, riots to honor! And
No
One
is going to stop them.
Bigots can try, but they will fry.
Tzzzt!
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#sophie devereaux#parker#alec hardison#eliot spencer#nate ford#pride#trans pride#lgbt pride#gay pride#queer#lgbtqia#pride month#pansexual#bi wife energy#non binary#bisexual#maggie mentioned#demisexual#transgender
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“here, park, try this, i dont know if i got the recipe right.”
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love participating in my own challenges - leveragetober day 1 food
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#also if u want to be temp removed since im gonna be posting daily for drawtobers#eli draws#leverage#leveragetober#leveragetober23#leverage ot3#eliot spencer#parker leverage#alec hardison#parker x hardison x eliot#love is stored in the kitchen#drawtober#fanart#leverage fanart
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Leveragetober23 Day 7: lies
Sophie never has a problem flirting with a mark to get what she wants.
Hardison never has any problems with typing after all these years.
Eliot doesn't consider the ease of guns a little more every night after a hard fight.
Parker doesn't feel like an intrinsic part of her is drifting in space.
Breanna has told the team everything she did before she came to be on the team.
Harry remembers everyone he has affected in clearing his clients.
Everyone is still able to do everything they could when they first met.
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#leverage redemption#sophie devereaux#alec hardison#eliot spencer#parker#breanna casey#harry wilson#lies#disability
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Leveragetober23 Day 1: Food
Hardison liked to say his ride or die was orange soda, but it was actually Eliot's brownies. Of course, that sentiment only lasted as long as the brownies were around, though. The second they were gone he was back to writing odes to orange soda. But oh, when those brownies were around…They were ooey, gooey deliciousness and Hardison had protocols for those brownies, dammit Eliot! Protocols! Obviously, he never said it out loud (he couldn't disrespect orange soda like that) but he made sure Eliot knew of his appreciation. Did this involve curating the ads he saw on his phone whenever Hardison wanted these brownies in order to guide him towards thinking of making brownies? Maybe. Like he said...Protocols.
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Leveragetober23 Day 9: past
A few of the past employments the team has hard, both during and outside of criminal undertakings, in no particular order
McDonald's cashier (2 weeks)
Helicopter mechanic (6 months)
Website designer (1999-present, contract)
Museum docent (1 year 2 months, total over time)
Professional merman (that one summer we don't talk about)
High school football assistant coach (2 years, total)
Human statue (1.5 days)
TV Commercial extra (5 years, part time)
Dog Surfing Instructor (4 months)
Priest (4 years)
Author (22 years, shh it's a secret)
Macy's store clerk (18 minutes on the floor)
Professor of apiology (4 months)
Banksy's assistant (that 1 night, it was an accident)
Pope (13 days)
Journalist (10 months, part time, sometimes still with contract)
Warden of the Swans (2 weeks)
Perfumer (2 years, received degree)
Hitter ( - )
Hacker ( - )
Grifter ( - )
Thief ( - )
Mastermind ( -death)
Mechanical/Social Engineer ( - )
Lawyer ( - )
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#alec hardison#eliot spencer#parker#sophie devereaux#nate ford#breanna casey#harry wilson#past jobs
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Leveragetober23 Day 11: kiss
It is a truth universally acknowledged that, if given a ceiling to climb on, Parker will find herself up there, eventually. Now, this is not usually a problem, unless, like all spiders, you didn't know she was there until she dropped down onto you. Then…there is usually screaming. Something (or more than one somethings) gets thrown. Slapping noises get real loud, real quick, as people try to bat away whatever is tickling the top of their head, only to find it is a FACETHEREISAFACETHEREWHATTHEFUCKPARK-
Now, though, Hardison and Eliot are much more used to it. Honestly, it has helped them in their line of work, the fact that they always look up when they scan a room now. Not just for cameras, no, but the rafters too. It's always handy to be able to quickly catalogue what looks like it can hold a person's weight, just in case. Yeah…just in case.
Parker, personally, is just happy that she has taught other people a skill that she believes is vitally necessary to existing, and doesn't even try to suppress her smile every time she sees their eyes catch on her when she is…hanging around.
One skill Parker has learned from the others, though, is touching. Touching can be good. It is not just used to hurt, or get things from other people. Sometimes it can be used for comfort. Sometimes as the only way to express the emotion others are feeling. Like when Hardison got buried and they found him and Parker hugged him like her life depended on it and then Eliot hugged him like everyone's life depended on it. Parker does better with examples.
Of course, at some point, all of this led to a very long (and what, at the time, Parker felt was a slightly unnecessary) discussion on consent and touching. Back then, Parker just didn't touch people, and she made sure people didn't touch her, so she didn't really see it as a problem they needed to discuss. But they knew her too well, by then, and they knew she does better with examples, so they sat her down and gave her some damn examples.
Sometimes people don't want to be touched, and that's okay. You are allowed to say no to a hug, or a kiss, or a tap on the shoulder. You do not need to duck away, or disappear, or stabsomeonejesusparkerno. You can just turn around, look them in the eye, and say no. Yes, "no touchie" is acceptable.
Nate tried to say that sometimes unwelcome touching was needed for a con, and Parker would just have to deal with it in the moment until such a time that she could properly decompress, but Sophie shut that shit down before it got encoded in Parker's psyche as "acceptable." She made a good point, honestly. She couldn't claim to be half the conwoman she truly was if she couldn't see some other way to get what they needed out of the mark other than forcing a teammate to go through something that truly made them uncomfortable.
All of that to say, though, that Parker needs examples. And she was given them. But she took them more to be…rules. Which meant that for a few months, until the other two figured out what was going on, any attempts to initiate touching by her were quickly squashed because they did not explicitly give her consent to touch them. Or she would come up behind them and they would say "No, Parker" and she thought that meant "no touching at all ever" but they thought that meant "no, Parker, you can't have the food on my plate that I see you eyeing with my innate (hehe, Nate) senses which are informing me that the distinct lack of scent and sound identify the disturbance of air behind me as Parker."
This led to more rules. Better rules. Parker needed signs to know what was acceptable and when, so Hardison went to work. It took a while, explaining it and getting Eliot and Parker to agree, but eventually they had an understanding. Hardison made the three of them bracelets with a square bar that would lay flat on the top of their wrists, to be worn outside of cons. It had three colors: green, yellow, red, and blue. It had a tiny gyroscope inside so it always knew what side was on top, and that color would be reflected on a colored dot next to their names in their contacts on their phones, but the color was also on the bracelet in case they weren't near their phones at any given moment.
Green meant yes. It is okay to touch me, I will not react in a way that will insinuate I do not want to be touched, I will not take it out on you. Welcome.
Yellow meant caution. Approach at your own risk. I may grumble. I may push or shove you half-heartedly. It may mean I'm busy and touching will distract me. It may mean I'm having a bad-skin day and everything is itchy and wrong and I want touchbutIdon'tIdon'tknowwhatIwant. Basically, approach at your own risk, be prepared to not be reacted to in a totally pleasant way, but at the same time, I will not reject it (or you) outright. I'm just a bit tetchy right now.
Red meant no. Simple as that. Don't touch. No touchie. No explanation needed. Red over an excessive amount of time may eventually call for a group-talk, because something is obviously wrong, but for a few hours, maybe even a few days, we don't ask, you don't tell (of course, unless you want to, those puppy dog eyes can be killer).
Blue, though? Blue meant I need comfort. I need all the touching, now. I need a group huddle, please for the love of all that is holy I need to be buried beneath the weight of two bodies holding me down. I need something grounding me to the here and now, I need food or a blanket or lights or dark but really I need you.
All of this is an explanation for Spider Kisses (note the Capitals).
Parker loves the ceilings, and she will always find a way to be closer to them, but she is also learning to love touch, which is typically with people who cannot also be found on ceilings. Thus, Spider Kisses.
As long as bracelets were on and colors were green (and maybe yellow depending on what was going on) Parker was free to descend from the ceiling and drop a kiss on the top of their heads whenever she wished.
So, at least once a day, Eliot or Hardison would just be chilling. Cooking, watching a movie, hacking something, talking on the phone, scrolling the internet, etc., when all of a sudden, * boop * there goes Parker, dropping down to deliver a quick peck to a forehead, before scrambling back up to her web of gear spanning the whole building. Sometimes she stayed suspended right above their head, curious, wanting to get a better look at what they were doing. Sometimes she would descend and deliver a quick kiss in order to butter Eliot up and convince him to give her the leftover brownie batter. Sometimes Hardison would feel a brush atop his head and when he would look back to his station, a donut would be missing. Both men would grumble good naturedly at the food being absconded with, but that never stops them from sharing a look of understanding, proud of their little spider for taking what she wants and reaching out for them.
Touching them.
Trusting them.
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#parker#alec hardison#eliot spencer#sophie devereaux#nate ford#i dislike nathan ford#just leave me to it#he and i have beef#autistic parker#consent#body autonomy#it is okay to say no
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Leveragetober23 Day 6: caught
Harry Wilson is not…the best thief. That was never really his job, he was a lawyer. He can do lawyerly things. Subpoenas. Cease and desists. Nondisclosure agreements. Lawyerly stuff! So being in a situation like this? He had no frame of reference. Does he tell the truth? Does he lie? Does he stay quiet?
This wasn't like it was a criminal investigation where he was in a police station's interrogation room. In that case, he would do what every defense lawyer ever wanted to say to their client's face -- he would shut the fuck up. In a situation like that, yeah, he was not the lawyer. He was not so foolish as to act in his own defense, he would leave that up to the high paying lawyers he kept on retainer for exactly that purpose.
But, like he said, this is not that.
Therefore, the best he can do is hope the team gets to him before the sodium pentothal did. Otherwise, RIZ was gonna learn a lot of things in a really short amount of time. Eliot had given him "training" one day (read: he forcefully sat him down with the power of his glare) and told him in explicit, gory detail what to do if he was ever tortured through physical, mental, emotional, and/or chemical methods. But now that he finds himself tied to an uncomfortable metal chair smack-dab in the middle of a big, empty warehouse, he finds that he is unable to remember any of what he was supposed to do. The only thing his brain can currently come up with is fake it 'til you make it and filibuster with whatever he can think of in the moment (which is currently the effects of Buck v. Bell on human rights, for some reason?) and just try to distract/annoy whoever comes to talk to him. Is it the right move? Who's to say. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yeah…he's just gonna sit here and hope that the team gets to him before his interrogators do.
#leveragetober23#leveragetober#leverage#leverage redemption#harry wilson#caught#Eliot spencer mention
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Leveragetober23 Day 2: rain
It's raining, it's pouring.
(Moon's waning, she's soaring)
The old man is snoring.
(The new guard is snoring.)
He went to bed and bumped his head.
(Worms to embed, the night is dead)
And couldn't get up in the morning.
(Art's all gone, good morning!)
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hey everyone!!!
one more day until october starts!! i can't wait to see everyone's creations!!
reminder to tag your creations and feel free to send any questions you have to us, our askbox is always open!!
-eli
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happy october everyone!!!
as of right now (sorry about the delay) there is an official leveragetober ao3 collection to add your fics to if you're posting on ao3!!
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#if theres any technical difficulties shoot us an ask or dm us#leveragetober#leveragetober23#ao3#ao3 collection#leverage#leverage redemption#october challenge
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