October, 1 - Ot3tropetober

Modern vampire vs classical vampire

“How long have you been outside my door? Come in, or else you’ll frighten all my neighbors.”

“I couldn’t until you invited me. Such is the rule of vampirism my dear.”

“I have never had to deal with that ever, maybe you caught the bad vampirism. I just haven’t come inside yet because it’s rude to barge into other’s homes.”

On that note: Gilmore girls × Leverage (og or redemption, I love me some Harry and Breanna so) crossover AU??

Okay so long ago I did do a GG/Leverage fusion au for @ot3tropetober that you can find here.

But if you're talking straight crossover... well, @hawkguyhasstarbucks and I always joke that in some way, shape, or form, Eliot Spencer and Luke Danes are related.

-So when they need to lie low somewhere asap, Luke notices they're near Stars Hollow and is like: I am going to Regret This but let's go.

-Luke is NOT amused when he comes downstairs at 5AM to see his diner full of random not-townspeople, and Eliot in his kitchen. There is some yelling, then he calms down a bit, then more yelling because YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP TO MY UNCLE'S FUNERAL, ELIOT. YES I KNOW HE WAS AN ASS THAT'S WHY I WANTED YOU THERE.

Eliot just like: I was a little busy getting tortured in Russia.

-Parker saw Taylor's Old Fashioned Soda Shoppe through the window and just like, snuck off and is eating everything in there. Yes Hardison, Sophie, and Breanna have noticed. Harry has not, until Parker knocks on the window like: THIS IS REALLY GOOD, you should try some, he jumps like a foot in the air.

-Luke immediately decides Parker is his favourite.

-By the time they get everything sorted, Harry has made friends with Lorelai, Sophie with Miss Patty, Breanna has had 4 slices of pie and several things from Parker's pockets from the Soda Shoppe, and Luke is happily watching Taylor through the window because he can't PROVE someone broke into his shoppe but he can SENSE things aren't the way he left them.

-Yes they go to a town meeting and yes they cause a ruckus.

-Before they leave, Luke pulls Eliot aside to be like: I like your two partners. What do you mean they're not? BUDDY I HAVE A BOOK ON TAPE FOR YOU.

by Innytoes

A collection of all the Mini-Fics I wrote for OT3Tropetober, the Leverage OT3 fic fest that celebrates AUs of all kinds.

Words: 145, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Leverage

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Alec Hardison, Parker (Leverage), Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison/Parker, Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer, Parker/Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Additional Tags: written for OT3Tropetober, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

When Hardison had put up a message in the local coffee shop for people in fancy dress to come to his little sister’s art show in exchange for ‘free champagne, cheese cubes, and the warm feeling of helping a struggling art student’, he wasn’t really expecting anyone to show up, even though he’d gotten a few e-mails about it.

There were a bunch of probably-bored-theatre-kids in thrifted outfits who seemed to take their job as 'pretend to be interested in certain pieces to trick rich assholes into buying them’ very seriously. And then there was the couple…

The incredibly hot couple who was his age, and who’d walked over to him (him with a glass of champagne, her with a cheek full of cheese cubes) to ask if he was Hardison, and if so, which one was his sister’s art, because, in the words of the cute blonde (Parker, she introduced herself as Parker) “we’ve been practicing our arty-farty commentary with Sophie”.

The guy, Eliot, had given a hapless shrug, pretending he wasn’t staring at his girl with heart eyes so big they could be seen from space, and had told him 'she thought it sounded like a fun date, and what Parker wants, Parker gets’.

He’d shown them Breanna’s art, had some more champagne they made arty-farty commentary about it, had some more cheese cubes, and totally attracted some rich collector’s interest. At the end of the night, Breanna was flipping out because all her artwork had sold, and Eliot and Parker invited him back to their place.

Well, what Parker wants, Parker gets.

my first submission for @ot3tropetober, mma fighter eliot x emt hardison!

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Ok, so maybe his new side gig wasn’t completely above board. Hardison didn’t think it was anything that qualified as malpractice or could get his EMT license revoked, but he wasn’t exactly chatty about it in case his bosses at work found out. Though hey, on their salaries, everyone on his team needed a secondary hustle, and that was no big secret. One of their ambulance drivers also worked as a gymnastics instructor, of all things; another sold his plasma. So when Hardison had found out that Hurley from school had gotten involved with an underground MMA ring and that ring always needed extra medics…. well, he had the skill, a free night every couple days, and a growing anxiety about how he was going to pay rent. None of that meant, however, that he had any special love for what he did and saw in the side street gym turned arena. Except, of course, for the gruff,  long-haired fighter who moved like the ring was his home, and always kept standing to the last.

Hardison had thought seeing a lot of blood over the course of his stint as an EMT had cured him of his squeamishness. On his first night, the brutality of the fights, having to stabilize one guy within a couple hours of being on duty, the frenzy of the audience all had him outside in the alley hunched against the brick wall. He had been so focused on trying to push down his nausea and nerves that he almost hadn’t noticed one of the fighters leaning against the wall a few feet away, wryly grinning. (The general buzz behind the scenes was that he was always the headliner fight, were this operation something that operated on advertisements and not word of mouth; he mostly stood out to Hardison for the way he took hit after hit and wouldn’t go down.) “Get a little rough in there for you, doc?” The stocky man waved a water bottle questioningly, and shrugged at Hardison’s head shake no. He took a swig himself and set it down to untie his hair, which was curly with sweat. Hardison swallowed at the glimpse of the fighter’s powerful yet bruised chest partially hidden under his zip-up hoodie that he caught as the other man raised his arms. “It’s not always as bad as that, promise.” Hardison scoffed, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. “Man, don’t lie to me. How many teeth you gotten knocked out in this place, Spencer?” “Three, one that I ain’t gotten replaced yet. But fight like me,” he shook his hair out of his eyes, both cocky and playful, “you make sure they’re all at the back of your mouth, outta sight.” Hardison missed the laugh that had escaped him that night, the fighter’s answering smile. It was hard to believe the bloodied, vacant man in from of him was the same one that had teased him every time they saw each other, wanted to get a beer with him after matches, stuck up for him in the banter among fighters. Hard, but not impossible, because the medic had learned in his few weeks on the job that every night was, in fact, the same as the first, and even the best there was couldn’t win every fight. “Look at me, El, show me them baby blues,” Hardison muttered worriedly, clicking on his pen light and snapping his fingers in front of Eliot’s face. Usually, the fighter would roll his eyes and growl at him to stop fussing, but this time was eerily silent. The medic frowned at what he saw, adding a concussion to his list of bruises, gashes, and cracked (threatening to become broken) ribs that he had kept track of through the fight. As he lifted a hand to examine the cut over Eliot’s eye, the other man flinched back, the blankness in his gaze momentarily replaced with fear. Hardison took a deep breath to refocus and check his carelessness before getting back to the task at hand. “Eliot, listen to me. I’m gonna take care of what I can here, but do you have someone you can stay with tonight to keep an eye on you?” He watched Eliot’s face carefully as he registered the question, slowly, shaking his head minutely after a moment and wincing at the movement. “Ain’t my first rodeo, doc. I can take care of myself,” the fighter rasped. “Uh uh, not on my watch,” Hardison said. He sighed, determined. “You’re coming home with me. No way I’m letting you pass out in the middle of your living room.” No, he had no love for the arena because of what it did to his friend, but damned if he was ever going to leave him behind in it.

A Bookstore Romance

So here’s is my entry for @ot3tropetober. (I know I’m late, please don’t @ me).

My prompt (which I added to the sheet because I’ve been obsessed with this idea for some time now): Eliot is an owner of a small bookstore and Parker is his newest employee. Hardison is a frequent customer, but also the cutest big brother either of them have ever met.

I didn’t have time to write the whole thing, so I’m offering a summary and hopefully, one day, I’ll finish the actual fic (does it count if it is finished in your head?) and add all the little details that I forgot to add here. This was written in a hurry, so excuse any mistakes.

After leaving the army, Eliot used to drift from town to town, not settling down anywhere, doing all kinds of odd jobs. He met Sophie in one of those towns and they became friends. Years later, she calls him up and leaves him her bookstore because she got married and decided to retire and travel the world with her new husband (Nate? Harry? Haven’t quite decided).

The bookstore is called Sophie’s but she didn’t name it after herself, she named herself after the bookstore.

Amy and Quinn are employees in the bookstore and they help Eliot a lot in the beginning.

A strange, blonde woman walks into the bookstore one day. Eliot asks around and Amy tells him that her name is Parker and that she’s probably homeless. She used to come by a lot, but after Sophie told her she was leaving, Parker got angry and didn’t come back until now.

Eliot is intrigued because he sees himself in Parker and goes to talk to her. However, Parker is pouty and keeps accusing him of stealing Sophie from her. At first, Eliot doesn’t know what to do with her and leaves her be. She keeps coming to the bookstore and spending hours there reading, but never buying anything.

One day, he’s working a lot and he’s overwhelmed. Some lady asks for a book, but he can’t remember where it is, so Parker chimes in and tells her the exact shelf and between which books it is. Eliot is impressed and decided to hire Parker.

Parker reluctantly accepts, but turns out she is excellent in every aspect of the work — except the people part. One day, she admits that she likes reading so much because she’s trying to understand other people and “be normal”. Eliot says that while it’s good she’s trying to understand others, she should never try to change herself and that he likes her the way she is. After that moment, they truly become friends and she starts hanging out around his house (which he also got from Sophie) very often.

When he thinks she trusts him, he asks her about her living situation and she admits she leaves in an empty warehouse. He asks her to move in his house which is too big for him anyway. She is reluctant because she had bad experiences (especially with men), but he assures she would be getting a whole floor for herself and that he would never breach her space and privacy. He also says that he’s a gentleman and he would never hit on a woman who is clearly not interested in him. After talking to Sophie about Eliot, she finally says yes, but only after Eliot also promises he would cook her dinner and make her breakfast every day. Eliot of course acts grumpy about this caveat, but we all know he’s secretly pleased.

Enter Hardison. He’s recently moved back to town to be closer to his Nana and his foster siblings. He works from home and earns quite a lot of money, but when asked about he just laughs it off (he’s totally ripping off rich assholes).

When he first comes in, looking to buy books for Breanna, he immediately likes Parker and tries to flirt, but she doesn’t really like it. He backs off, but he’s really sweet and funny and, most importantly, patient with her, reminding her of Eliot, so she starts liking him which confuses her because she never really liked anyone. What also confuses her is the fact that in her head, Hardison and Eliot are on the same level, but if all the books she read taught her anything, you can only like one person, right?

In the meantime, Eliot also meets Hardison and he’s charmed as well and finds him hot as hell (which he is lbr), but he is very reluctant about liking a guy in a small town, so he tries to be subtle. (He is not because even Parker notices it). They banter all the time, but Eliot acts grumpy more time than not, but his heart melts whenever Hardison talks about his siblings and everything he does for them and his Nana.

Hardison is having the toughest time though because he likes both of them and he keeps buying Breanna (13) books she doesn’t even need. He starts to annoy her with this so she asks to go with him to see who is the person that makes him go to the bookstore almost every. single. day. Luckily for her, both Parker and Eliot are in the bookstore when they come around and she immediately deduces that her brother is head over heels for the grumpy short guy and a weird blonde woman. She is not surprised because she always knew Hardison had weird taste in everything.

Trying to help, she says when she knows that both Parker and Eliot can hear: “So, this is why you come here so often. You’re into them.” Hardison gets flustered and tries to make it into a joke. They leave in a hurry and Breanna apologizes. She asks him why he doesn’t ask them out and he admits that he tried do that with Parker, but that she’s not interested and that Eliot is probably straight. Breanna tells him that’s bullshit, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

After he’s calmed down a bit, he asks her how she’s so well versed in relationship problems and she uses this moment to officially come out to him and tell him about the girl she likes. They end up having an emotional moment, but they definitely don’t tear up. (They do).

The incident with Breanna, however, also forces Parker and Eliot to talk about their feelings for Hardison. They talk about their insecurities regarding a possible relationship with him (e.g. Parker is not very interested in sex and isn’t sure she would know how to be in a relationship, Eliot isn’t sure about dating a man or dating/settling down in general), but they agree that Hardison is worth it and that they want to be with him. The only problem is they’re not sure who Hardison would choose out of two of them and they decided to just outright ask him next time and be done with it.

However, weeks pass by and Hardison doesn’t show up.

While waiting for him to come back, Parker devours the romance section in the bookstore and decides that she found a perfect solution for their relationship. She confesses to Eliot that she loves him and that perhaps all three of them could be together if he likes her as well. Eliot does love her, but she was very clear about not being interested in him so he didn’t allow himself to think about her like that. He also says that relationships don’t usually work like that, but she just shrugs and tells him that she was always considered weird, so why would she do relationships in any other way and wasn’t it him that told her to always be herself.

However, they both decided that they don’t want to start anything until they get a chance to talk to Hardison.

Cue a “Let’s steal Hardison” scheme.

Parker finds out where Hardison lives and follows him to a coffee shop nearby. She sits at his table (scares the shit out of him) and asks why he stopped coming. He’s flustered and tells her he doesn’t actually need books. She tells he could’ve just come to see her and Eliot as they both miss him. Hardison admits that he walked up to the store one day, but that he saw her and Eliot being really close and her hanging all over him, so he assumed the two of them got together. And he admits it made him sad and he couldn’t bear to see them and talk to them at that moment, but he’s happy for them. Parker tells him that she and Eliot love each other, but when they’re together more often than not they’re talking about Hardison and missing him. They don’t see their relationship working without Hardison and they want to be with him.

Hardison doesn’t quite believe her, but she invites him to their house for a date and he accepts because he’s hoping real bad that it’s true and he gets to be with two most amazing people he knows.

Eliot cooks for them and they watch Star Trek because Eliot and Parker had been binging it lately in order to impress Hardison with their knowledge. (Eliot tries to deny it, but Parker covers his mouth with her hand.) Hardison can’t believe his luck and after two episodes, he turns the TV off and asks to kiss them. Parker is hesitant and pushes Eliot first who seems flustered and admits he’s been with a man only once before and it was a bad experience. Hardison, a sweetheart that he is, understands and gently cups Eliot’s face and kisses him. Parker makes a delighted sound while watching them and admits she’s ready for her turn. They both laugh and Hardison repeats it with her.

Afterwards, she says she loved it and that she was very glad that she had her first kiss with him. Hardison is confused because he thought she and Eliot must have kissed already. They admit it didn’t feel right to do anything without Hardison and he says that he’s there now and he’s not going anywhere. They go and cuddle in Sophie’s, now Eliot’s, huge bed which suddenly doesn’t feel that empty and lonely anymore.

The end.

a brief guide to alec hardison’s AU aliases (with inevitable annotations and entirely uncalled for mockery by parker and eliot, probably)

so my @ot3tropetober​ entries required a little background setup before I could jump into posting them??....so here that is. actual AU’s tomorrow, setup today. enjoy!  -- 

01. Email from: Alec Hardison; to: Parker, Eliot Spencer

Dear people I love very much (Parker, stop rolling your eyes. Also I can hear you growling and muttering to yourself, Eliot, but I am allowed to tell you I love you at least once a month, I have that in writing. Also you're not actually mad and I know it, you have a tell and no I will not tell you what it is, because you'll stop doing it, and it's real cute), 

As y'all are aware, I work very hard to build a believable portfolio of aliases for each member of our team. Not all of us keep the team safe with our punchy hands and a taser, okay. Some of us are manly yet delicate people who focus on the more technical aspects of our security. 

Recently it has come to my attention that y'all either don't know how much work I put into this or you think it's, and I am quoting here, "weird" or "funny" or "a waste of damn time, Hardison," to build complex backstories for each of these alias scenarios as well as corresponding social media profiles. 

So I thought maybe I'd just walk you through a little bit of the creative, extremely detailed work that I do to keep us safe and, God forbid, make sure somebody can be at the hospital to hold y'all's hands the next time you a) get stabbed/shot/ribs broken/various other injuries that I cannot actually write out because I find it very upsetting even though you don’t b) jump off a building and "land funny" after a thirty-foot fall and "sprain your knee" c) absolutely have a concussion and no, I don't actually care how many times you've been hit in the head or how much medical knowledge you have acquired in the field, you are still not a doctor, Eliot!!!!

Anyway, starting tomorrow, I'm gonna send a short file to you every couple of days to illustrate the painstaking detail and research that goes into crafting these carefully constructed alternate universes that keep us all safe and our covers not blown, and I expect that you will both see them AND read them. There may or may not be a quiz. 

I know by now you've both seen this email and you're probably standing there, giving each other that look that you do, like "Oh, there goes Hardison again, complaining that we don't appreciate him, let's find something tall and push him off of it while we laugh," which by the way is not as cute as y'all seem to think it is, okay? But listen, I do this work because I love you. What can I say? Some of us make delicious food or mastermind criminal escapades with our partners because we can't always vocalize our feelings, and some of us construct elaborate backstories for our various criminal aliases so that we're all taken care of. All ways are valid. But yes, I would appreciate a little more respect for the work I do around here, work that I do, again, because I love you. 

Your boyfriend, who loves you, in case you forgot,

Alec Hardison

02. Text message thread (transcript below!) 

Transcript of texts: text thread is labeled “my people <3″

Hardison: check your email :)  Eliot: hardison we had an agreement once a MONTH there are like, 4 “i love yous” in this one email what are you doing, man??  Parker: i agree w/eliot this is ridiculous even 4 u  Eliot: thank you parker made you brownies in the kitchen on the island Parker: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! BROWNIES Hardison: y’all this is literally what I’m talking about This right here DIFFERENT LOVE LANGUAGES, people. mine is just ACTUAL LANGUAGE. love y’all. 

Eliot: still counts if you write it, hardison Parker: update i have eaten all the brownies

Hardison: already?!  Parker: :DDDDDDDDD Hardison: I didnt’ get any brownies  eliot :(  Eliot: maybe if you weren’t so busy living in your little “alternative universes” you would have  Parker: he has a point Hardison: you’re just saying that because you got brownies  Parker: Mayybe v good brownies tho best ones yet Eliot: :)  i guess this universe isn’t so bad huh too bad some of us don’t appreciate it Hardison: I appreciate this universe fine that is literally my point also it’s ALTERNATE universe. ALTERNATE. Eliot: whatever you say skyrunner Hardison: skyWALKER Parker: lmao  Hardison: why do i even bother  Parker: u love us :) Eliot: you love us  you said so like 5 times  Parker: he really did Hardison: i’m going back to my hard work on these AUs gonna make one where i get brownies, since that’s the only way i’ll get oh baby!! you left some by my computer? Eliot: you’re welcome Hardison: I love you, too :)  Eliot: dammit, hardison Parker: lol 

Draw your squad

Mechanic Eliot and Attorney Hardison

The last thing Hardison needed was for his car to break down a week before his career making case is scheduled to go to trial.

He especially didn't expect the mechanic working on his car to look as good as he did with grease smeared on his hands and an equally stained bandana holding his hair back. And the southern drawl was something else entirely.

The last thing Eliot needed at eight in the morning was for some loud mouthed city kid to appear in his garage babbling about fuel injectors and his car coming apart at the seams.

One begrudging introduction and an offhanded comment about Hardison knowing nothing about car repair, Eliot tales on the job of fixing Hardison's car before he has another "moment"

All in all it takes a couple hours to fill the coolant and check the oil. Eliot even topped off the windshield wiper fluid.

But by now (despite his mind's weak protests) Hardison and his very bi heart gas developed a small crush on Eliot and his entire snarky attitude.

So of course the only way to proceed is to keep showing up at Eliot's garage with various complaints about his car, just to spend a little time loitering around to watch Eliot work.

Eliot just wants to know how someone can continue to have problems with their vehicle after numerous tuneups and checks.

It didn't help that Hardison has no concept of personal space and keeps crowding Eliot, making it all too easy to get flustered.

Made for @ot3tropetober because it's late and I have no concept of time

what is it about writing a crack!fic about a totally batshit idea that makes my brain go, ah yes THIS is what you need to spend thousands and thousands of words on, gotta gotta play this entirely straight and *slaps hood of fic* this baby can hold so much angst,

October 5th -ot3tropetober

Ghost & human

“Huh, looks like you found the cure to immortality after all.”

“I’m dead dipshit.”

“Still talking though. Could definitely be worse.”

Sometimes you just gotta make your own fanart of your own fanfics. 

I present to you: Breanna and the Phantoms, ft. Hardison in Alex’ Soft Hoodie, Eliot in basically his canon outfit because you can take the cowboy out of his canon but you cannot take the flannel off his back, and Parker in Luke’s Cutoffs But Keep It G-Rated. (And Breanna in purple for Julie but aliens because I love her alien shirts.)

Eliot wears "big stompy boots." He laces them up tight so he's ready for anything at a moment's notice. They're practical, who cares if they're boring, Hardison.

Hardison likes sneakers, mostly style over function. Often times "style" means they're not laced up, but he's the computer guy, Eliot! Running is not in his job description.

Parker likes flat shoes that stay on her feet, but isn't too picky. She mostly wears tight sneakers, so she can run and flip and spin and climb and do whatever she needs to. She doesn't like the jobs that need her to wear heels.

I’m just saying, if you’re gonna be stuck in a group home, Bridgeport is a pretty good one. Everyone’s gonna respect your pronouns, and nobody’s going to give you a hard time for who you love or how you want to dress. Also, the food is freaking amazing. Eliot may look like a grump, but he’s a total teddy bear, and an excellent cook.

The rules aren’t too strict, it’s mostly stuff like ‘bla bla respect each other, no violence, no drugs, no stealing from each other’. Yeah, from each other, Parker really stresses that last bit when she goes over the rules. She’s kind of weird, but cool. Also if someone is harassing you she will taser them.

Hardison’s the dude you want to go to if you need to get something done. School stuff, case stuff, medical stuff, paperwork, name changes, emancipation, all that shit. He figured out that Blue’s parents shipped zir dog off to zir shitty-ass aunt in another state after they kicked zir out. (And if Popcorn was sitting on zir bed the next morning with Eliot and Parker looking kind of sleepy, well, nobody asked too many questions. You get used to stuff like that.)

Anyway, it’s pretty cool. Besides the regular therapy, they have this program with the local theatre if you wanna, you know, get your emotions out that way. I hear Ms Devereaux is a super awesome director. And for the older kids, Mister Ford comes by like twice a month to teach boring adulting stuff like taxes and balancing a checkbook and other things he grumbles they should be teaching you in school.

Come on, I’ll show you to your room. It’s movie night, and Breanna is coming over. She lives with Hardison’s Nana, she’s really cool.

looking furtively between the hurt comfort prompts i so desperately want to write for eliot and parker, with extensive glances at my wips and untouched writing commitments

if i DID do ot3tropetober it would have to be ot3+1tropetober bc im physically incapable of not thinking abt quinn at this point

hardison's like "yeah sometimes i write little stories for the aliases i come up with for cons, it's relaxing and eliot & parker like reading them :)" and quinns like. *cracks knuckles* :3

"you're a rich, well-dressed businessman who doesn't have time for romance. eliot's the handsome bodyguard with a dark past who's been secretly in love with you for years; parker's your brand new very determined personal assistant and it’s her first day on the job. i'm sleeping on the couch in the bg of every scene GO"

"man i dont really wanna be their rich boss—" "wait wait wait. okay. i can do better"

Stupidly handsome coffee snob Elijah runs a tiny hipster cafe with his eccentric but lovable partners Sailor and Bryn; Harrison is the exhausted college student who spends his time between classes studying over their delicious drinks and baked goods. He’s totally only coming Here Specifically every single day Exclusively because the food is good, that's definitely the only reason, ALSO Elijah hates his coffee orders with a passion

Harper and their partner Alex book riding lessons to work on their fear of horses [with the end goal of going on a romantic sunset trail ride together <3]. Their instructor is the handsome, softspoken Ellis [and also his very cool best friend Wynn is also there and he is also helping with the horses :3] GO