#Leverage fluff

[my-beloved-lakes]

Eliot and the stray cat he said they weren't keeping. (Click for better quality)

(Ficlet below the cut)

Eliot glanced up from his book when he heard Parker come in, then did a double take.

She was standing in the doorway, holding a cat. It was scrawny and wet and covered in mud.

"Look what I found in the alley." She said, her voice was sad and sympathetic, but underneath that there was a hint of excitement. "She needs a home."

Oh no. Eliot thought.

"We are not keeping the cat, Parker." He said firmly.

"Woah, who put you in charge?" Hardison asked indignantly.

"We can't have a cat running around here." Eliot insisted. “Not with how often we’re out of town.”

Parker looked disappointed.

"We'd Give the damn thing abandonment issues." Eliot muttered under his breath

"Well, we can at least give her a bath and some food." Hardison said.

Eliot's expression softened.

"It can spend the night. We'll give it a blanket to sleep on and leave it in the bathroom where it can't get into anything." Eliot said. "I'll take it to the shelter tomorrow."

"Shelter's closed over the weekend. Won't open again till Monday." Hardison pointed out.

Eliot groaned. "So we're stuck with it for the next 3 days?"

"Yup." Hardison said smugly.

"What should we call her?" Parker asked.

"No. No. We're not naming it. It'll just make it harder to say goodbye when the time comes."

"Aww, come on, can't we keep her? She needs a home and family to love her." Parker insisted. "And just look how cute she is!"

"They'll find it a good home at the shelter." Eliot said.

"Well, I guess I better go to the store and get some cat chow so she can have something to eat while she's here." Hardison said. "You two can handle giving her a bath while I'm gone."

Eliot rolled his eyes and got up to help Parker clean the cat off.

"Get a wet washcloth." He said. "I'll hold it still while you get as much of the mud off as you can."

Parker gently handed the cat to Eliot and ran to the other room. The cat let out a quiet broken meow that was barely more than a squeak as she passed it to Eliot. It clung to Eliot's arm with its claws, and he could feel the thing trembling. He wondered if it was cold or just scared.

Parker came back a minute later with a washcloth soaked in warm water. Eliot held the cat out so Parker could wipe away  all the mud but after a while Eliot realized the washcloth wasn't going to be enough to get the cat clean. He sighed.

"It's gonna need a real bath." He said. “We’ll take it to the bathroom and do it in the tub.”

"She's not gonna like that." Parker pointed out.

The cat didn't mind nearly as much as Eliot expected. Or at least she didn't show it, maybe she was too exhausted or too scared to struggle. Her ears were pinned back in discomfort but she didn't put up a fight. She just sat in the tub, still clinging to Eliot's arm with her front paws as Parker rubbed soap into her fur. When Parker was done lathering the cat with soap Eliot helped rinse all the soap off, running his free hand over the cat's whole body as Parker poured warm water over it.

As Eliot ran his fingers through the cat's wet fur, he could feel scars. Most were old and long since healed up, but a few were more recent, still scabbed with blood.

"She's had a hard life, hasn't she." Parker said. "No family to love her, having to fight to survive."

"Yeah, seems like she has." Eliot said.

She's trying to guilt me into keeping it.

"She's old too." Parker pointed out. "Older animals are less likely to get adopted, you know."

Eliot sighed and shook his head.

I'm not going to let her guilt me into this. He told himself.

She was right though. The cat was old. Now that all the mud was gone, he could see that her face was covered in gray hairs.  The rest of her was a dusty brown color with tabby stripes. She was a cute cat, he had to admit. She reminded him of the cat he had as a kid.

Eliot shook his head.

Can't let myself get attached. He reminded himself.

He grabbed a dry towel and gently rubbed as much of the water off as he could. Then he set the cat down on the ground.

"Do we really have to lock her in here?" Parker asked.

"She can wander around the back rooms until we go to bed." Eliot said reluctantly. "As long as we keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into anything."

Parker's face lit up and she opened the bathroom door. No sooner had she done so, the cat scampered out of the bathroom into the livingroom and darted under the couch.

***

When Hardison got home, he found the cat wandering around, cautiously smelling everything. Parker was watching the cat intently and Eliot had his face in a book, paying no attention to the cat whatsoever, or at least pretending not to pay any attention. 

"So I see the cat isn't actually staying in the bathroom then." Hardison said with a sly smile. 

"She'll be put in there when we go to bed." Eliot said. "She's just hanging out out here while we can keep an eye on her."

Hardison smiled and poured a little food into the new bowl he had bought for the cat and when he looked up, he caught a dirty look from Eliot.

"What?"

"You bought the cat a new food bowl?"

"Yeah." Hardison shrugged.

"Damnit Hardison."

"She needs a dish!"

"The cat is not staying." Eliot insisted.

Hardison just rolled his eyes and set the bowl on the ground next to his feet.

The cat snuck cautiously up, but didn't come close enough to eat.

"Oops, excuse me little lady." Hardison said and backed away from the food bowl.

As soon as the cat decided Hardison was a safe distance away, she darted forward and began scarfing down the food, making happy little meows as she ate.

Parker and Hardison both chuckled at the muffled meows coming from the cat.

"I don't think I've ever heard a cat do that." Hardison mused.

I have. Once. Eliot thought, then quickly dismissed the thought.

As soon as the cat was done eating Parker tried to creep closer to pet her, but the cat darted away and sat down, wrapped her tail around her feet and stared at Parker.

"Aww it's okay little kitty." Parker promised. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Parker sat down on the ground and scooted closer, but the cat moved away again.

"Parker, leave the cat alone." Eliot said without glancing up from his book. "She'll come to you when she's ready."

Parker reluctantly got up and settled herself on the couch between Eliot and Hardison.

***

Hardison stretched and yawned.

"Welp, I think it's time for me to get to bed." He said and got up from the couch. "Want me to put the cat up?" 

"Nah, I got it." Eliot shrugged.

"Okay, night night." Hardison said and made his way up the stairs.

Parker got up to follow him.

"Good night, Eliot." She said.

"G'night."

"I really want to keep the cat." Parker said as she climbed into bed next to Hardison.

"Oh babe, we're keeping the cat." Hardison said definitely.

"But Eliot was very clear that he doesn't want to keep her. I know he's not the boss of us, but I feel like we should respect his opinion, right?"

Hardison wrapped his arms around Parker and pulled her close.

"Parker let me let you in on a little secret that Eliot would probably kill me for telling you. He'd never admit it, but he loves that cat already. He's growing more and more attached to her every second. We just have to pretend like we don't notice it for a while, let him think he’s got us fooled. Before ya know it, he’ll cave and let us keep her."

Parker smiled and snuggled in closer to Hardison.

“I think we should call her Snickers.” Parker said

“I like Snickers.” hardison mumbled sleepily. “But don’t tell Eliot till he’s agreed to keep her.”

***

Parker woke up again in the middle of the night and wondered if Eliot was still awake. She carefully slipped out of Hardison’s arm and crept down the stairs. She found Eliot curled up, sound asleep on the couch. The cat was curled up in the curve of Eliot's stomach, nestled into a pile of blankets, purring loudly. 

So the cat’s not staying in the bathroom after all.

She smiled and crept back to the bedroom, nudged Hardison awake and motioned for him to follow her. Together they crept back to the living room.

Hardison chuckled quietly to himself when he saw Eliot asleep with the cat.

"What'd I tell you? He's in love with the cat already."

***

Monday rolled around, but Eliot didn’t seem to be in any hurry to take the cat to the shelter.

"Ya gonna take the cat today?" Hardison asked. 

He already knew the answer was no. Eliot was completely and thoroughly attached.

"If I find the time." Eliot shrugged. "Kinda busy today, though."

Hardison and Parker shot each other knowing smiles.

"Well, I can take her if you want." Hardison offered, knowing full well Eliot wouldn't accept it.

"No, I'll do it as soon as I'm not busy."

***

When evening rolled around the cat was still wandering around the back rooms of the brewpub, but Eliot's day had proven to be much less busy than he said. He had worked out a little, gone over the brewpub menu to make a few revisions and taken one client meeting, but all of that took less than half the day.

There should have been plenty of time to take the cat to the shelter. Hardison noted smugly to himself. But he doesn't want to say goodbye.

***

Tuesday really was a busy day. They spent the whole day planning, and executing a heist and by the time they got home, the shelter was closed for the evening.

Eliot grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and pressed it to his aching shoulder. Then he slumped down onto the couch with a sigh and leaned his head against the back, closing his eyes.

The fight he had with the security guards hadn't been particularly rough, but one of them had managed to wrench his shoulder pretty bad. he had popped a couple painkillers on the way home, but it was still aching.

He looked up when he heard a tiny squeak from the cat as she jumped onto the opposite end of the couch and made her way over to him.

The cat never seemed to meow properly. It always came out more like a raspy squeak, as if she had lost her voice. He was reminded once again of the cat he had as a kid, the only other cat he had ever known who had a meow like that.

She rubbed her head against his leg and walked in circles across his lap a few times before laying down and curling up on his lap, purring softly. Eliot scratched behind her ears, and she started purring louder.

Damnit. He thought. She's not going anywhere, is she? We're stuck with her now.

***

Wednesday morning, Eliot woke to find the cat wasn't asleep next to him like she had been when he fell asleep. He got up and wandered into the next room where he  found Parker, but the cat wasn't there. Neither was Hardison.

"Where's Hardison?" Eliot asked.

"Oh, He figured since we’re keeping the cat, it was probably time to take her to the vet and get her checked up. Ya know, make sure she doesn't have any illnesses or anything we need to know about. The only available time they had was first thing in the morning."

"Woah, we never agreed to keep..." Eliot trailed off and gave in, shaking his head. "Well make sure he knows to get a litter box while he's out."

Parker smiled and nodded.

"Damn cat." Eliot muttered fondly to himself as he set to work making breakfast.

“Also, we’re calling her Snickers.” Parker added.

Eliot smiled. He liked that name, mostly because Parker was the one who came up with it, but he liked it all the same.

#leverage #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #Snickers the cat #leverage fanart #Leverage fanfic #Leverage fluff #my art #it's been a while since I've done any digital art and boy did it feel nice to start again! #i was also trying out a different art program and ive never drawn on an ipad before so it all felt a little unfamiliar to me. #but i think it turned out okay #it took me a while to actually be satisfied with all this but i think im finally satisfied enough to post it.

[sukunasteeth]

Even though he'd never admit it (never, not even if someone asked him on his deathbed)

Even though it was painful to admit to himself,

It was an undeniable fact that you gave Sukuna butterflies.

He feels them in the way you mindlessly trace his tattoos when the two of you are sitting together, alone. Your touch is feather-light. The brush of an angel wing.

He feels them in the way you say his name when the two of you reunite after a long day. A sigh of relief. Solace.

They flutter with the way you wrap your hands around his cheeks and hold his face like your holding the sun.

They're in the way you kiss him. When you softly bite into his lower lip like you're biting into the flesh of a sacred fruit.

They're in the breeze that picks up your soft scent and gifts it to him.

In the sunlight that catches onto the stray strands of your hair and has you glittering against the dim world.

His heart races to you.

What a sap.

#jjk #sukuna #modern au #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk fluff #he bullies you to try and get some leverage #but ends up even further down bad at the sight of your pouts #and your damn puppy dog eyes

[geekynightowl1997]

I still can't get over how Eliot and Hardison do their "secret" handshake- even though Eliot is miffed that Hardison ate his sandwhich.

I still can't get over how Parker calls Eliot "Sparky," and he's scared enough to rip open his apple- because he actually thinks Parker somehow got a razor blade in it.

I still can't get over how Eliot tells Hardison that he won't help him if he goes to far with "Ice Man," and when Hardison calls him out on it- Eliot blames Parker.

I still can't get over how Hardison comes to Eliot when he needs help brushing up on wine.

I still can't get over how Parker goes to Eliot when she's looking for something to love and he teaches her to love food.

I still can't get over how Parker is allowed to poke and push Eliot.

I still can't get over how Hardison riles Eliot up and it's just reflex for Eliot to say; "DAMNIT Hardison."

I can't get over how they became a little family all on their own.

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[angelwiththeblue-box]

this is eliot. eliot loves his personal space. this is parker and hardison. they also love eliots personal space.

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[make-me-imagine]

What You Want the Most

Plot: Forgetting it's Valentines Day, you end up with Eliot at HQ cooking dinner together. As you spend the evening together, the tension between you builds to a breaking point.

Prompts: 'A and B end up spending Valentines together even though they aren't a couple (but they do have crushes on each other)' + 'Cooking dinner together'

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader *Use of Y/n a few times

Requested By: @spuffyfan394 and @youngcroissantturkeyworribler (2nd prompt was requested by both of you)

Warnings: Kissing towards the end. Mention of "drinks" but no alcohol specifically is mentioned.

Words: 2k

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Walking into Leverage HQ, you looked around expecting to see the others littered around the room, talking, arguing, or playing games. But instead you were met with silence.

You lingered in the entrance, confused for a moment, before you heard a clatter coming from the kitchen. Walking closer and peering in, you saw Eliot and felt your heart jump a bit.

"Eliot?" You called out, watching as his eyes quickly shot towards you.

His mildly defensive demeanor quickly faded as a smile crossed his face "Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You smiled and shrugged as you leaned on the counter nearby "I came over to see what was up, since I haven't heard from anyone. I wasn't expecting everyone to be gone, what's going on?"

Eliot paused as he peered at you for a moment, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You rose your brow "What?"

"You do know what today is don't you?"

You blinked a couple times as you tried to remember if anything special was happening. He smiled a bit more as he crossed his arms.

"Give me a hint?" You said with a smile and he chuckled

He shook his head with a laugh "It's Valentines Day."

You opened your mouth in realization as you tilted your head back "Ohh, right, forgot about that." You laughed softly at yourself as you scratched your head.

"Clearly" He chuckled "Though I'm surprised you didn't have plans." His voice seemed to change as he said that, and you couldn't help but notice.

"Why's that?" You asked curiously.

He peered over at you as he continued to take out a few dishes "Aren't you seeing someone, that guy...Chuck?"

"Chris?" You asked with a laugh before you shook your head "No, couldn't get over the fact that he doesn't like Queen." You said with an obvious note of sarcasm.

"Well, that is a good reason." He said with a soft laugh.

You smiled as you stared down at the ground "No, I just didn't feel it, he's not right for me."

'He's not you.' The thought ran through your head.

Eliot looked over at you "Well I wasn't gonna say it." He said with a soft tone, making you smile as you looked over at him.

'Good' he couldn't help but think, he hated the idea of you with someone else.

He cleared his throat as he threw a towel over his shoulder "You hungry?"

You looked down at the ingredients he had laid across the counter. "I could eat."

He motioned his head for you to come closer "Good, you can help."

You smiled as you walked over, your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren't expecting to suddenly be spending Valentines Day with Eliot, but it was the best thing that could of happened.

Eliot slid the vegetables over to you on the cutting board "Julienne" he said before he moved over to the stove.

You started to wash everything as you peeked over at him "So, why aren't you doing anything tonight?"

You saw a smile cross his face as he shook his head as he looked over at you "I am." He motioned to the kitchen "We're cooking dinner together aren't we?"

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face, and you hoped that the obvious heat crawling up your neck and face was not obvious.

He didn't look at you long and you were glad, you feared your feelings would be to obvious if he kept looking.

Going back to the cutting board, your heart was a mess in your chest as you thought about it more. You had feelings for Eliot, you had for a long time now. And now, you were cooking dinner together on Valentines Day, sure it wan't intentional and it just kind of happened, but it was still making you nervous.

As you stared down at the vegetables, you paused 'Julienne' you knew what that was, so why was your mind blank?

Eliot glanced over at you, seeing you staring down at the vegetables with a blank stare. He smiled to himself before he walked over and spoke softly obviously catching you off guard.

"Did you forget what a julienne cut is?"

You side-eyed him "No."

He rose one brown as you sighed.

"Yes."

He chuckled as he moved behind you. You felt your breath catch as your whole boy froze. You felt him right behind you, chest gently pressed against your back as his hands came around from behind you.

Placing his hand over your hand that held the knife, he grabbed a nearby pepper. Slowly he pressed your hand to chop the pepper the correct way.

You watched closely, trying to focus, aware of his face just beside yours, breath just grazing your cheek. You felt him look at your profile before he spoke

"Thin strips, julienne."

You nodded in understanding as you looked over, your eyes locking with his. You felt it, the electric like tension that seemed to buzz between you, did he feel it too?

"Thank you" You muttered out as you forced yourself to look back down at the pepper.

Eliot stared at you for another second before he reluctantly removed his hands from yours before going back over to the stove. His own heart was pounding heavily in his chest. Having you that close to him, it took everything to not pull you even closer.

After a few moments of silence, your heart finally slowed down a bit. You spared a look over at him and noted the way he was so careful with his cooking. You wanted to do this with him more. You enjoyed it, it felt comforting.

"I'm done." You said as you looked down at the divided vegetables, all cut in what you hoped was the proper way.

Eliot walked over and looked down at the cutting board before he smiled and met your eyes "Perfect"

You smiled in return taking them over tot he stove with him. Watching as he prepared a dish to go in the oven, he turned and wiped his hands.

"That'll take a while, let's go sit somewhere."

"It's nice outside." You suggested and he nodded as he gabbed some drinks "Outside it is then."

As you went out to the patio, you looked up at the now dark sky. The sun had set shortly after you arrived, and the stars were beginning to pop out. It was chilly, but not cold, you were sheltered from any cold breeze by the walls around you.

Sitting down, you smiled in thanks as Eliot slid you a drink.

"What did Parker and Hardison decide to do tonight?" You asked with curiosity.

Eliot shook his head "I'm not sure but I think it involved alligators."

You rose your brow "So Hardison's dead then?"

"Might be" Eliot chuckled.

You laughed along as you leaned back in your chair before you peered up at the sky again.

Eliot watched you for a moment "You really forgot it was Valentines Day?"

You smiled at yourself "Yeah I always do." You looked at Eliot and saw a curious gaze before you shrugged "I've only had two Valentines, first one was in high school, we went to a Valentines dance together. Caught him making out with my friend in the bathroom."

Eliot winced and you continued.

"Second time was not long before I joined you guys. We were in a serious relationship, or at least I thought we were. First Valentines Day, he was out of the county. Second one, I prepared his favorite meal, set up candles and flowers, wore a great outfit, and waited. But he never showed. I texted and called, only to get a pretty short text reply a few hours later. 'I'm sorry but I'm not coming back. I decided It's not gonna work out between us. Thanks for the fun times." You laughed dryly "Hell of a way to break up with someone."

Eliot sighed as he tapped his drink against the tale.

You added on softly "Ever since then I just never saw the point."

"I'm sorry. You deserve better than that."

You nodded "Yes, I do."

He smiled at that before he sat up a bit straighter "Three."

"Huh?"

"You've had three Valentines."

You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he reiterated "High school cheater, scumbag, and me."

You smiled as your heart skipped a beat "It's not the same though is it?"

"How do you mean?"

"We're not dating." You said softly hoping the regret behind that statement wasn't obvious "We're friends."

Seeing Eliot's face become a bit more serious, you feared you showed too much.

Deciding to cover it up a bit, you put on an amused tone and leaned back "Besides, you never even asked."

Eliot stood up and you felt your chest clench. Pulling out the chair beside you, he moved it to face you. Sitting down, he leaned forward as he stared at you more intensely than you were prepared for.

"What are you doing?"

"Asking you." He replied quickly, but with a soft tone.

You felt short of breath as he reached forward and grabbed your hand, wrapped his own around them.

Looking back into your eyes he smiled softly "Will you be my Valentine?"

You forced out a soft laugh "Quit joking around Eliot."

You tried to pull your hands away, convincing yourself he was just joking, but you hesitated when he gripped his hands around yours tighter and pulled them back towards him.

You locked eyes with him, confusion written on your face as Eliot's gaze became more sincere. You felt it again, that electric tension between you, but this time, you didn't doubt that he felt it too.

"I'm not joking." He shook his head lightly "I want you to be my Valentine. Hell I've wanted to ask you for years, but...I always thought you would say no."

"Why?" You asked with a strained whisper.

You didn't deny it, you couldn't, how could you? If he had asked, you would have said yes, of course you would have.

"Because I'm Eliot Spencer. And you deserve better, you deserve more."

You shook your head, always hating how he saw himself compared to how you saw him. "I've never met better than you Eliot. And even if I did why would I want it?"

You saw shock cross his eyes for a moment before he smiled, a light scoff coming from him. "But I-"

"I would have said yes. Every time." You added on, not allowing him to say more, not allowing him to bring himself down anymore.

"You're the one who deserves better, who deserves more, but you never let yourself see that." You continued, never removing your eyes from him. "I couldn't be with Chris because he wasn't you."

Eliot seemed to be left speechless before he let out a soft breath, lowering his head he brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it.

He met yours eyes again "And I've never stayed with anyone because they were never you."

You couldn't help the smile that came to your face. Eliot felt his chest tighten as he took a breath. All this time you were waiting right there for him. He couldn't let you, not anymore.

Holding your breath as Eliot reached towards you, his hands gently cupping your face as he pulled you closer to him. You met him as his lips pressed against yours.

It was a gentle, yet desperate kiss. Something you both had wanted for so long. Slowly the kiss deepened, became more passionate as his hand cupped the back of your head. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you leaned into him.

Breaking away, breathless, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes locked and the tension was still strong between you. Smiles stretched across your faces as you held each other, finally able to both have what you wanted the most. Each other.

xx End xx

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[qwanderer]

Variable (Vegetable)

Domestic Fluff, Cooking, Post-s5

This story is influenced in some ways by Redemption but contains no spoilers.

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“I am gonna get you two to eat salad,” Eliot said, “eat salad and like it, if it kills me.”

“No!” Parker stood up and marched over to him, waving a finger in his face. “You are not allowed to die! I’ve been very clear about this.”

“Babe,” Hardison said, “I’m pretty sure that was hyperbole.” He raised his eyebrows at Eliot, who just stood there in front of the stove with his arms crossed. “It’d better be!” Hardison told him.

“I’m gonna make it work,” Eliot said, returning to stirring the contents of the pan in front of him. “Someday.”

“But you make all kinds of vegetables that we do like!” Parker told him. “It doesn’t have to be…” She wrinkled her nose. “Leaves, not cooked or anything, just sitting there. We’re allowed to have things we just don’t like.”

Eliot sighed. “You are allowed,” he told her. “I just… I can’t help thinking I could make it work.”

Hardison hummed thoughtfully. “Your food is all kinds of tasty,” he told Eliot. “Most of the time. Just, like, maybe don’t hold your breath about this.”

Rolling his eyes, Eliot said, “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t die of trying to reinvent the salad.”

“Good,” said Parker, and leaned her chin on Eliot’s shoulder to peer at what was apparently cream sauce he was making. “You know I’ll try anything you make,” she said, “even if I don’t end up liking it, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “I do.” He turned to peck her on the cheek. “But, like, the harder something is to break into, the more fun the two of you have trying, right?” he asked. “It’s not always about what you get once you’re in.”

“That’s true,” Parker said.

“Yeah,” Hardison agreed. “Sometimes hacking is just about the puzzle. It’s about knowin’ you can.”

“Yeah,” Eliot agreed. “So. This is a puzzle.”

“Oh,” said Parker, her eyes widening in understanding. “You’re trying to steal our souls. With salad. Because that’s the hardest way you can think of to do it.”

Hardison snorted and hid his face behind his hand. 

“Somethin’ like that,” Eliot agreed mildly. 

“As long as you make dessert,” she told him, “I will forgive you anything you make me eat first.”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. 

–

Eliot was always growing something new in the backyard, but this year he had a lot of new things happening. He spent every spare minute out there, weeding or watering or whatever. 

And it was extra pretty. There were always flowers somewhere, because as Eliot had explained, flowers made seeds for the next year, and also a lot of vegetables were actually fruit, and to get fruit, first you needed flowers. But this year, there seemed to be more of them. 

The thing that was most interesting was how, when he went out to work on the garden, he had that attitude that meant he was Up To Something. 

That wasn't bad, or even all that unusual, because when were any of them not up to something? But it did make the other two extremely curious. 

So they spent some time out on the back porch, trying to see what he was up to. But as far as they could tell, he was just… gardening. Like usual. 

But it was nice, actually, being out in the fresh air, all three of them, just doing their own things quietly together, Eliot weeding, Hardison on his laptop, Parker checking her rigs, all surrounded by the bright beauty that was Eliot's garden. 

And maybe that was the point. 

–

The bowls Eliot set in front of them were a riot of color. Yellow, orange, deep purple, purple-red, and only a touch, here and there, of green. 

“Ooh! You got us flowers!” Parker exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Eliot agreed, with a mischievous smile.

Hardison frowned down at his. “Okay, but why are they, like, in a bowl? In front of us? Instead of, like, in a vase in the middle of the table where flowers belong?”

“Because they’re not a bouquet,” Eliot told him. “They’re a salad.”

“I’m fine,” Eliot said, sitting down with his own bowl. “I am not dying. Okay?” He looked at the two of them. “Trust me.”

Hardison gaped, and made noises, and pointed at his bowl, and eventually managed to say, “That is not a salad!” He peered at Eliot. “That is a bowl of goddamn flowers! How hard did you hit your head on that last job?”

Parker picked up her fork and poked at the beheaded flowers in her dish. “Ooh, some of these are even cooked!” she said. “I’m going to try them first.”

“Those ones are squash flowers,” Eliot explained. “Cooked ‘em with the dressing and used that as the base, so it wouldn’t ruin the look of the flowers on top.”

“Are you for real with this?” Hardison asked. “Like, for real, for real?”

“Yeah,” Eliot said, glaring at him. “Just try it, okay? I grew these special for this.”

Parker bit into the squash flower. It was sweet, cooked with honey and butter and a little tang like apple juice and a bit of spice and something a little bit like vanilla, but not quite. 

“It looks like flowers and it tastes kind of like pumpkin pie and it’s a salad,” she said in consternation.

“Try it with some of the fresh ones,” Eliot urged her. 

With determination, Parker speared some of the other flowers on her fork with the rest of the squash flower, and she put them in her mouth. And she chewed on them.

“Oh, that’s good,” she said in surprise. 

Hardison gave a put-upon sigh. “If this is some kind of trick,” he said, “I am not gonna be happy.” He stuffed some flowers into his mouth, too. 

As he chewed, his eyes widened, and he slowed down, actually savoring, instead of just trying to get the food down. He hummed in approval, nodding. 

“What are these ones?” Parker asked, pointing at the orange, poofy, kind of spicy flowers. 

“Marigolds,” Eliot answered. “They do double duty because they help control bugs, and a lot of animals that like to eat stuff from my garden don’t like the smell of ‘em.”

“Why not?” Parker asked, sniffing one. “They’re really good, actually.” She tried eating it by itself. Not as good as with the sweet cooked squash flowers, but not actually bad. 

Eliot shrugged. “Not sure,” he said. “It just works.”

“This is witchcraft,” Hardison said, pointing at Eliot. “Flowers ain’t supposed to be tasty. They’re just flowers. But then you do this.” He narrowed his eyes at Eliot. “It’s dark magic, is what it is.”

“It ain’t magic,” Eliot said, shaking his head. “Just, some vegetables are fruits, some are flowers. It’s easier to get edible flowers fresh from the garden, so you don’t see a lot of ‘em in stores.”

“I can’t believe I just ate a goddamn marigold,” Hardison said, but he took another bite all the same. “What’s this one?” he asked, pointing to a big, flat, orange-yellow flower. 

“That’s nasturtium,” Eliot told him. “And then there’s pansies and red clover.” He pointed those out in his own bowl. 

“Huh,” said Hardison, nibbling on one of the clover flowers. “Okay, okay, I get it. Bunnies have a point about these, huh?”

Eliot visibly held back laughter. 

“You solved your puzzle,” Parker told him. 

Eliot grinned. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

“I did not think it was possible,” Hardison said. “But I also think this is cheating.”

“Oh yeah?” Eliot asked, still smiling. “What rule did I break?”

“I dunno!” Hardison said. “I don’t know the rules of cooking!”

“Well I do,” Eliot said, standing up to go and loom over Hardison, joke-threatening. “So I’m allowed to break ‘em.”

“Is that so?” Hardison said, looking up at him. 

“Mm-hmm,” said Eliot, leaning down towards him. 

They held each other's gaze for a moment, challenge quickly turning to pure fondness, and then Hardison reached up to pull Eliot down for a kiss. 

“You're magic,” Hardison murmured, “don't you dare deny it.”

Eliot sighed, but he was smiling. 

“Did you still make dessert?” Parker asked him.

“'Course I did,” he answered, turning his soft smile on Parker. “First salad, then lasagna, then dessert.”

“Ooh, lasagna too,” she said. “You're the best.”

“Now go eat,” Hardison told him with a gentle shove back in the direction of his own seat. “Magician, feed thyself, or whatever.”

So Eliot went, laughing. 

Eliot was softest and happiest when he got to cook, when he got to feed people, but he still had that drive in him, the way they all did, to be tricky and solve puzzles and face challenges. 

To win something.

Parker didn't think she'd ever seen him smile this much. Not when he wasn't on the grift, at least. This was home, with them. This was real. 

So she ate her yummy salad, full of flowers, and then she asked, “What's the next puzzle?”

Eliot shrugged. “Dunno. Guess I'll think of something.” He winked at her. 

Yeah, he should definitely be allowed to steal their souls as many different ways as he wanted.

#leverage #leverage ot3 #levot3 #fluff #fic #crossposted from ao3 #written for the #leverage gift exchange

[fluffypotatey]

watching Leverage episode 1

if you saw a previous post of mine that started like this....no you didn't i meant to click edit not post y'all ( @0hheytherebigbadwolf & @shana-rosee ) have enticed me and i am very curious about this show. i thought i might as well live-blog my thoughts as i watch the show. today will be s1 ep1. general thoughts will be under the initial reactions spoilers, obviously

almost accidentally watched a different Leverage

i believe it was a reboot or an adaptation of this show?

anyway

not even 5 minutes in and it's not pulling any punches

oh my god that is tristan

WE ARE 3 MINUTES IN AND THE PLOT IS SPICY

"mr. ford, don't you want to screw over the insurance company that let your son die?" OH??? DO TELL

gotta say i love the editing so far of this show. going from the meeting between this ford dude and the guy who got his blueprints stolen to the Heist™️ just....*chef's kiss*

HE DID THAT FOR A BASEBALL CARD??? WHO IS ELLIOT

parker's dad said "be a better thief" and she went "aight bet" only respect for MY queen

"parker's insane," ford said. oh she can't be that bad-- *shows flashback of her childhood home exploding* ....ok i see his point, but like, her dad was a dick

you're telling me, that they accounted for everything and all was going well, but got caught because of the nba playoffs???

listen, i am already looking at this show with the ot3, so when elliot said "it's what i do" after saving alec from security detail, how can i not see alec's reaction as something other than "ok, so i might have a thing for him"

yes, yes the easier answer is alec is impressed by elliot's skills and is also impressed that elliot didn't just leave him to get caught, but i am a lady who likes to wear her rose-tinted glasses

"so this is plan b?" "technically this is plan g" sir...when did you switch to plan b???? was it when parker jumped off early??

omg the act the trio played as the left the building? oscar worthy, i would've been fooled

"did you have fun playing the black king instead of the white knight?" which one of those writers felt like a fucking king after writing that. i know someone chuckled in their little seat like 'now that's a banger line!'

we're only 15 minutes in and there's still more???

oh? the plot thickens!

ah, we're going with the explosion death fake-out i see

"he used my son" oh ho HO someone's going to die i see

oh...my god???? how he looks at sophie??? how she looks at him???? how they speak to each other???? it is only episode one wtf

i am in love with sophie. call me nathan because she's got me wrapped around her finger

elliot being the observant one to nathan's motivations??? yes

alec is me, that's it (not really but yes)

how??? were they able to do that meeting??? did they get actors to help with the con???

THE PLOT THICKENS MORE I SEE

YO?????? I AM BAMBOOZLED THEY WEREN'T ACTORS????

I LOVE AGENT HIGGINS! IS THERE MORE OF HIM PLEASE

their like little ducklings for nathan it's so sweet

"see you!"........."we actually missed working with you, we make a great team"

they used the black king white knight line again as a call back oh that writer felt so proud of it didn't they. "yeah, that line fucks. let's do it again" <- that's them

"we offer....leverage" roll fucking credits

General Thoughts:

WOW ok it is only one episode and i am invested. they give us great character dynamics, hints of backstory, hints of character dynamic backstory, hints of future plot points -> my cream and butter, my creme de la creme

this show hits all of my weak points. yeah, i can tell this was made early 2000s but that does nothing to hinder it. i am giggling, gasping, and sitting on the edge of my seat.

when mr. uppity shareholder man found out about his room being bugged, i was so worried because the plan was going so well and i really wanted to see this guy fall. AND THEN WHEN THE FBI CAME TO ARREST HIM??? HELLO????

but yes, very great pilot, i will watch episode 2

#leverage #i do giggle at some lines tho just because they're dated but like in the most endearing way #fluffy watches #or should i say...watching with a fluff potato? #hm idk #or fluffy reacts? #i'll figure out #long post #unfortunately no one died by nathan's hand (yet) but i can wait

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Random Thought:Klaus Mikaelson

I know most people probably don’t know what Leverage is but if you do please tell me you agree cause this has been in my head for a LONG time.

Leverage

I know this one is really different and idk how many people will even know what I’m talking about but I thought I would write it since it’s been in my head for literally 2 years now after the first episode dropped July 2021.

I was In Love with a show called Leverage when I was a kid, it started when I was like 11 and ran for 5 seasons where they worked in Boston and Portland and other places but Leverage Redemption is set in New Orleans…you know where I’m going with this!

I have a near constant fanfic playing in my head where Klaus Mikaelson meets the Leverage team and it’s awesome!

Sophie would be so intrigued by him, and his accent! She would be asking him a BILLION questions about fine art! Klaus would enjoy the ability to talk to her in depth as she’s so intelligent when it comes to historical art.

Parker would love that he’s indestructible! She would push him off buildings like Hardison…just without the harness. I believe Klaus would enjoy how insane Parker is and he would learn everything he could about being a thief from her. And don’t tell me she wouldn’t be obsessed with his ability to compel people.

Hardison would be frustrated that he doesn’t have ANY internet presence, he’s a literally ghost and it irks him! Hardison would amuse Klaus and he would absolutely use him to make him fake IDs from then on.

Harry would be terrified of him and you cannot change my mind, he would avoid Klaus like the plague and our Hybrid would have so much fun fucking with him, scaring him almost constantly. Eventually I think he would chill out but it would take a while…poor Harry.

And Breanna? Klaus would be Breannas new best friend! She would Love to play pranks with him, teach him all kinds of video games, she would show him all the gadgets she makes and teach him about hacking. I truly believe he would come to view her like his child the way he did Marcel, I want to see them interact more than Anything!

Eliot is the only mystery to me honestly, it could go several ways where he never trusts him or where they grow to be friends. Personally I believe he would be cautious, of course. Eliot wouldn’t trust Klaus for a second and Klaus would feel the same. Eliot knows he’s a vampire and he does all the research he can into Klaus’ past, legends about him and such and what he finds doesn’t calm him. Seeing how much Breanna, Parker and Sophie love him would ease his worries a bit, clearly Klaus has no intention of harming them but he doesn’t trust him. I believe Klaus would slowly grow on him, especially the first time Klaus heals him from his painful injuries after a bad job.

Klaus would enjoy the team a lot! He would love to watch them con corrupt assholes and even try to be of assistance when they allowed it.

I want to write a fic about another member of the team and Klaus falling for her, I think him being inducted into their little Found Family would be the most precious thing in the world!

#vampire #hybrid #tvd klaus #the vampire diaries #the originals #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #leverage #leverage redemption #leverage reboot #klaus imagine #klaus x reader #niklaus mikaelson #niklaus imagine #klaus fic #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson smut #eliot spencer #sophie devereaux #harry wilson #Parker #breanna casey #alec hardison #random thoughts #alternate universe

[thegeeksideofsr]

Short-stuff

So I made a post about Hardison and Eliot, and it sparked an idea

Being the shortest in the crew has it's ups and downs. It made hiding in random places easier, but it also made running harder. Especially when you have to keep up with Hardison. He and I had been paired up to get into a secure sever room.

It was going well, untill the job went south and we had to book it out of there. We had two guards behind us, and three more coming towards us. We wouldn't have enough time to get both of us out right now. While Hardison runs towards the door to the stairs, I slip away, knowing I won't be able to keep up with him, leaving him to make his own way out.

I duck into an unoccupied office, a guard close behind. I hide behind the large oak desk, tucking my head down.

I hear the door open and the guard step in. I hold my breath as what seams like hours pass. His radio goes off breaking the silence, telling him that this floor was clear and to go to the next floor, he replies then leaves the room.

I let out my breath. I walk to the door and listen for any footsteps, but none come.

I crack the door open and look out making sure the hall is empty. I make my way down the hall to the wall of elevators.

Nate's voice comes through the comms.

" Y/N, where are you?"

"South end of the hall. Making my way to the lobby."

" You we're supposed to stay with Hardison."

"Yeah, well, trying to keep up with gigantor ain't exactly easy, Nate."

"Hey, I'm not that tall!"

" You are a literal foot taller that me, Hardison. Now can you get me an elevator to the lobby?"

"Yeah, gimme a sec."

One of the elevators opens, I get in and head down. The doors open to a lobby full of people and guards.

"Guys, they are a lot of guards here. Is gonna take a second to get to the van."

"You need me in there? Clear ya path?" Eliot's voice grumbles through.

"No I got it. I'll met you at the van."

I tune out the rest of the chatter, focusing on weaving my way through the sea of people. Using my short hight to my advantage, hiding behind taller people, and moving in tandem with other people, I was practically invisible.

I make it out the door and down the side walk, taking the long way to the van. Hardison's voice comes through the comms, in a slightly nervous tone.

"Guys, I can't find her on the cams. She went into the crowd and disappeared."

I make it to the van just as Eliot speaks.

"I'm going after her."

I stand there, and watch as Eliot slams the door open, ready to retrieve me. A look of shock crosses his face when he sees me.

" I'm right here, ya dingus."

Hardison peaks around the door and stares at me.

"How'd you do that? You have the one ring in your pocket?"

I chuckle at his reference.

"No, I just used the tall people around me to my advantage."

"Like a damn hobbit. Goin' unseen at will." He says turning back to his computer.

I walk up to the van to climb in, Eliot offering a hand to help me up.

"Come-on, short stuff." He says, a smile gracing his face.

I look at his hand, then his face.

"Are you mocking the vertically challenged?"

He only raises his eyebrows in response. He drops his hand and watches as I try to get in the van. It's just tall enough, that I can't climb in gracefully, I'd have to army crawl my way in.

Finally giving up, I reach towards Eliot again.

"Help me." I whine.

He cackles, then grabs my hand and pulls me up into the van like I weighed nothing.

The momentum of the pull brought me right into his chest. My head coming just below his chin. I look up to find him already looking down at me, a soft smile on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Your cute, that's all."

I feel my cheeks heat up. I push at his chest to put some space between us.

"Shut up."

#eliot spencer #leverage #christian kane #alec hardison #eliot spencer x reader #leverage fanfic #eliot spencer x oc #parker #eliot spencer fluff

[james-speaks]

Disgustingly Rich Brownies for Disgustingly Rich Thieves by Meatball42 Read by: James_Speaks Fandom: Leverage Pairing: Eliot & Team Leverage Rating: G Length: 0:02:58 Eliot’s guide to baking rich, delicious brownies and not getting half the batter eaten before they even make it to the oven.

#leverage #leverage podfic #eliot spencer #rating: g #fluff #humor #james speaks #0 to 10 minute podfic #gen #gen fic #gen podfic

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 1: food

In which Parker and Eliot go through some trial and error, trying to replicate Hardison's favorite meal that Nana used to make for him. (Under the cut)

Eliot slid a small plate of stir-fried chicken and veggies across the counter to Parker. She took a bite, chewing slowly, and contemplated it for a minute, then shook her head and slid it back to Eliot.

"Not quite." She said.

Eliot took the plate back and tasted a bite of it himself.

"Too spicy?" He asked.

Parker nodded.

Eliot went back to the stove and threw a new batch of ingredients into the frying pan. He only had a few more days to get it right, and he had to get it right. It needed to be perfect.

Parker listened contently to the sizzle of food in the frying pan and watched as Eliot expertly flipped and stirred it together.

Suddenly an idea came to her. She jumped over the counter into the kitchen and grabbed the ginger off the spice rack. She popped the lid off the container and sniffed at it, then nodded in approval. She held it up in front of Eliot's face.

"This is it." She said with a knowing smile. "The missing ingredient."

Eliot looked skeptical for a second then shrugged and took the container. It may be a little unconventional, but it was worth a try.

"Alright chef, how much?" He asked.

"Just a shake."

Eliot shook a little into the frying pan and stirred it while he waited for the flavors to mix.

After a few minutes he lifted the pan off the stove and dumped the contents onto the plate. He and Parker both grabbed forks and took a bite. They chewed and thought for a minute.

"It'd be better with fresh ginger, right?" Eliot asked.

"Definitely." Parker confirmed. "And you might think I'm crazy, but I think it needs a little more garlic." Parker said "You were the one who taught me to measure that shit with your heart." She added in her best Eliot impression.

Eliot chuckled and nodded in approval. She was absolutely right about the garlic. You do measure the shit with your heart. He was impressed at how well Parker had picked up on the little nuances of cooking, and how every little thing he said seemed to stick with her. Only a few months ago she thought it was all "just food." But recently she had been spending a lot more time with him in the kitchen, silently observing, learning, and now giving input that, more often than not, turned out to be exactly what he needed to get the recipe just right.

"Hardison's gonna be so surprised when we make this for him on his birthday." Parker beamed.

Eliot nodded. He couldn't wait to see the look on Hardison's face when he realized that they had managed to make a perfect replica of Nana's veggie chicken stir-fry.

Parker glanced at the laptop on the counter. She had the security feed of the brew pub parking lot pulled up on the screen.

"Hardison just pulled up." She exclaimed.

Eliot quickly grabbed all the leftover ingredients and put them away while Parker started throwing all the dishes into the dishwasher. Eliot pulled the towel from his shoulder and wiped down the counter and threw his apron onto its hook. Then they both leapt over the counter and settled into a couple of chairs, acting as if they had been there the whole time.

Hardison wandered in, his arms full with a computer bag and a bottle of orange soda. He glanced over at them with a curious look.

"What are y'all doing?" He asked.

"Waiting for you." Parker said.

"You forgot to text when you were on your way back so I would know when to start dinner." Eliot said, only pretending to be angry. He was too pleased with how their little kitchen experiment had turned out to really be mad.

He got up from his chair and walked casually back into the kitchen to start making their dinner for tonight.

"Go drop your stuff off." He said. "Dinner'll be ready in 30."

Eliot and Parker watched Hardison leave, waiting until he was out of the room. Then they both grinned mischievously and high-fived.

Side note: stay tuned for day five to see how this plays out.

#leveragetober #leveragetober2023 #leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #leverage fanfic #leverage fluff #fluff #fanfic

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Parker & Eliot Spencer (Leverage) Characters: Eliot Spencer (Leverage), Parker (Leverage) Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 05, hardison is mentioned but doesn't actually appear, Fluff Summary:

Eliot is sleeping off his concussion and Parker does a concussion check in her own Parker-ish way.

#Leverage #eliot spencer #parker #Ao3 fic #Just some silly fluff I felt compelled to write

[geekynightowl1997]

I bet the first time Nana meets Eliot- she sees the God fearing, flag wearing 18 year old boy. (The one that Eliot looks for in the mirror and can't find.) Nana doesn't see a criminal. Doesn't see a man who has blood on his hands. She doesn't see a warrior bleeding and crying out for mercy. Just a over tired, stressed, broken 18 year old- trying to prove to the world he's worth fighting for. That there's hope in saving him. Nana doesn't question Eliot's roaming eyes. Roaming eyes that are either looking for danger or looking for exits. The older woman simply smiles and pulls him to the kitchen. Makes him sit down and puts a mug of coffee near his callous hands. Nana doesn't react when she hears screams, moans, and groans at night. Nor in the morning does she make a remark about walking by the room and seeing Hardison and Parker next to Eliot on the twin bed. (Eliot is in the middle.)

I bet when Nana first meets Parker, she doesn't question her habits at all. Some how (Hardison, obviously,) has Parker's favorite candy and cereal. Some times, Parker will sit right in front of Nana with a brush and a hair tie. Nana will gently brush her hair while she plays with whatever child is in front of her. She doesn't slap Parker's hands away when she grabs extra food. And she definitely ignores seeing Parker sneaking into the room Hardison and Eliot share. (Nana saw it when they walked in- Parker feels safe with them.) In the mornings and the windows are open- she looks out to see Parker and Alec on a bedsheet curled up to each other. She smiles. Nor does she comment on missing things after they leave. Especially since a few weeks later- those things return outta the blue. Nana has no qualms when Eliot shows up with both Parker and Hardison behind him- Parker sick and Hardison injured.

"Sorry, Nana," Eliot apologizes, looking meek at coming to her place, "I can't get them to list'n. Can't get 'em to rest." And together- Nana and Eliot get the two trouble makers on the couch. She might not question the reason why Eliot showed up with the two. However she does give Eliot a sparing look. She see's the ragged, tired look. It doesn't take a whole a lot of brain power to know that the two so called trouble makers- got Eliot into the dog pile. (He was suppose to follow her into the kitchen- he didn't. She knows Parker and Hardison grabbed his wrist.) (What can anyone say? She has eyes on the back of her head.) (Eliot allows to get pulled onto the couch with only mild, gruff, complaining.) When she goes back to the living room to check on her charges- she finds Eliot in squished in the middle- being used as a pillow. (He's knocked out too.)

Nana doesn't mind Parker teaching her kids how to pick locks. Or watching Eliot teach them self- defense. She doesn't question it when she see's little four year old Becca with pig-tails- standing by the counter helping Eliot with breakfast. Nana hums when she opens the door on a Saturday morning and see's Eliot, Parker, and Hardison (though Hardison begrudgingly-) with a tool box. After all she had left a message to Alec that her sink was leaky.

Instead, she makes coffee and pulls out Parker's favorite cereal. She asks if They are staying for lunch and even dinner. Makes causal remarks about one of her more difficult children- and watches as Parker and her baby Alec go and find the kid.

None of them comment about Parker recruiting half of kids that come from Nana's house. They keep it hush- hush when neighbors stop by for a cook out. Many of the neighbors ask about the trio- and Nana only replies with a smile.

"They're my kids." She says fondly- watching as Eliot grills as Parker is poking and prodding the chef. And Alec is simply smirking as he's showing Isak how to hack.

I bet Nana treats Eliot and Parker like her family. Because they are Alec's family.

#leverage #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #nana #domestic fluff #little moments where nana sees the OT3 as children #she doesn't see a soldier or a warrior #she see's a child whose looking for love #and she doesn't see a thief #she see's a girl looking for safety #i bet nana treats them like her own #she doesn't question eliot or parker #leverage essay #essay #nana is the best #she doesn't care thay eliot is teaching self defense or parker is teaching the kids how to steal #and does she help recruit for Leverage Incorporated? #absolutely she does

[angelwiththeblue-box]

my leverage gift exchange fic!!!

word count: 435

pairings: hardison/eliot/parker, leverage team as a family

no archive warnings apply

taglist under cut

@leveragegiftexchange @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @genuine-possum @someguyiguess @depressedtransguy @thedragonemperess @thedrowningpoetofdionysus (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

#val writes #leverage #leverage ot3 #leverage ot3 fic #leverage fanart #my art #my fic #alec hardison #parker leverage #eliot spencer #leverage redemption #breanna casey #harry wilson #sophie devereaux #fluff #found family #leverage gift exchange

[make-me-imagine]

Always Will Be

Plot: When finding out you are going on a con with Quinn, Eliot starts to get jealous, fearing you may have feelings for him.

Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of jealousy (not toxic). A brief kiss.

Words: 1k

A/N: Religieuse's are a type of French pastry.

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Hearing you come down the stairs, Eliot looked up to see you. Curiosity and confusion washed over him as he saw you dressed for stealth, with your bag in hand.

He eyed you closely "Where are you off to? We're not on a job."

You set your bag down for a moment as you adjusted your jacket "I got a call from Quinn earlier, he needs help on his con. It shouldn't take long."

Eliot felt his chest tighten a bit. This was the third time Quinn has asked for your "help" on a con in the last two months.

"Quinn certainly seems to be getting into quite a bit of trouble recently. You need me to back you up?"

You smiled and shook your head "Its a two person job, and he doesn't need another hitter, he needs me."

Eliot smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. "You two are pretty close now it seems."

You started to pick up on the change in his tone. "About as close as the two of you are." You feigned a pout "Aw, are you jealous he doesn't want to hang out with you?"

Eliot rolled his eyes "No, obviously not." He rushed out in an annoyed tone.

You giggled softly under your breath, but felt a tug at your heart. Something was certainly getting to him.

"Just- be careful, I'll be here if you need me."

You smiled, and felt that tug again. "You always are." You commented softly before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Eliot watched you leave, letting out a soft sigh. "Always will be." He muttered under his breath.

The tightness in his chest persisted, and only grew the longer you were gone.

Hours passed and Eliot checked the clock again. Looking down at his phone, he let out a sigh. You had only responded to his texts with a brief 'I'll be back soon'. Where you okay? Did the con go wrong? Was it even a con?

Eliot's frustration grew the more he thought about you spending time with Quinn. Quinn had things Eliot didn't. He didn't get angry as quickly as Eliot did. He was better at showing his emotions.

Eliot wouldn't be surprised if you developed feelings for the blonde hitter. But the idea made Eliot's chest ache.

Sophie watched Eliot as he aggressively wiped down the counter. His brow was knit, his jaw clenched.

Sophie spoke with a casual toe, watching Eliot closely. "Y/n sure has been gone for a while, I wonder what they're are up to."

Eliot's motion hesitated for a moment before he continued to wipe the counters. "Y/n said the con would be easy."

Sophie hummed under her breath "Maybe they went and got dinner."

Eliot picked up on Sophie's tone. He had heard it a dozen times before. She was prying.

Looking up he frowned "Don't do that."

Sophie feigned innocence "Do what?"

"Pry, you're prying."

"I'm not prying. I just happened to notice how Y/n absence effects you. And, how it effect you when they're with Quinn."

"It doesn't effect me!"

She tilted her head "Doesn't it?"

"Sophie. Don't"

"You're jealous."

"I am not jealous." Eliot said with offense.

She smiled "You think Y/n enjoys spending time with Quinn. You're afraid they might not come back to us one day. Might not come back to you."

"Sophie!" Eliot said with a warning tone.

Sophie tilted her head again, but her gaze was soft.

Eliot's hardened gaze slowly began to soften a bit. Finally he let out a sigh and spoke, his voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "I wouldn't blame them if they did."

"I wouldn't do that."

Eliot spun around in surprise, seeing you standing in the doorway, your face knitted in concern. Looking back at Sophie she shrugged, telling Eliot that Sophie had known you were there.

Eliot held his breath as he turned back to you. He heard Sophie leave the room behind him.

"Do you really think I would leave the team for Quinn?"

Eliot opened his mouth but nothing came out. Closing it, he took in a breath before he shook his head "No, no you wouldn't leave the team, but-"

"I wouldn't leave you either."

Eliot's eyes caught yours as his chest tightened.

You set down the bag you had in your hands and walked up to him. "Was Sophie right? Are you jealous of the time I'm spending with Quinn, and not you?"

Eliot began to defend himself, to shut down and block of the emotions again, like always. But he stopped himself short. Looking down at his feet he shook his head lightly and sighed.

"He'd be better for you than I ever could." He admitted with a soft voice.

You felt your stomach tighten with his words. All this time you wondered if Eliot had any feelings for you, now you knew he did. But you also knew the insecurities that came with those feelings.

"Quinn is my friend, but I could never feel anything for him. Let alone anything close to how I feel about you."

You saw the hint of surprise wash over his face.

"I mean-" You turned around and walked over to the bag you brought back with you "I don't think I would ever be willing to stand in a line for almost two hours just to get Quinn his favorite Religieuse's."

Eliot's eyes dropped down to the bag in your hand. A small smile played at his lips. "That's why you were late?"

You smiled and shrugged your head.

Eliot's smile grew as he walked up to you, his eye's never left yours. Gently taking the bag from your hand, he set it down before gently taking your hand in his.

"I'm not the best at this, you know that." He let out a soft laugh as he gently caressed your hand.

"Yeah, I do. But you don't need to be."

He gave you a questioning gaze. "But you need to know how much I-"

You cut him off "I do." You smiled "You're always there when I need you."

He smiled "And I always will be."

Gently placing his fingers under your chin, he leaned in, you met him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Sending butterflies shooting through you.

From the balcony above, Sophie smiled before he softly shook her head and left "Finally" She mused with a smile.

xx End xx

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Pillow Forts Are For Sleeping

"What the fuck are do you doing?" Eliot asks, as Quinn adds yet another pillow to the already-full bed. The double is almost hidden under them, and a quick scan tells Eliot there's at least six, all huge and puffy in the way only luxury hotel pillows are. There's an honest to God bolster on the bed which Eliot would swear on Parker's life wasn't in the room when they came in. 

The room is a long vaguely L shape, with the bathroom around the corner and a tiny kitchenette tucked away next to it, leaving the main space for the two beds and a plush couch the colour of a fading bruise. 

Quinn is already dressed in loose cotton pyjamas. They're dark royal blue, with a subtle pinstripe, long sleeves folded nearly back to just below his elbows. Coupled with the slight but unmissable sheen to the fabric, they scream expensive. His feet are bare, curls falling untidily around his face. 

"Getting ready for bed," Quinn says, innocently, in a way that makes Eliot want to throw his single pillow at the other man. He refrains, because he really does need it to get the best night's sleep and he's worried that throwing it will just add it to the pile that's already heading towards critical mass. Visions of exploded pillowcases and duck feathers and stuffing floating through the air race through his mind, and he rubs his eyes at the thought. He's not even sure where or how Quinn got the pillows, would suspect Parker, only she's been with Hardison all day, placing cameras for the big payoff that's coming. I only went down to the van, he thinks, and there's part of him that's reluctantly impressed with Quinn's stash. 

"Quinn," Eliot says, and squeezes the bridge of his nose, trying for patience. "I've seen you sleep in a puddle. I've seen you sleep under a table on a concrete floor. Hell, I've seen you sleep standing up-" 

"That was For The Job," Quinn says and Eliot can hear the capitals on the words. "This is Not For The Job. And it's cold outside." He pouts, shuddering. 

"It's not cold," Eliot says, exasperation and fond irritation bubbling under his ribs. "We're in fricking New Orleans, Quinn." Eliot glances out of the window. The street below them is quiet, light shading from dusk towards night proper, but he can see four or five people. Every single one of them is in a t-shirt and before Eliot can even dig into that, Quinn digs into the pile next to the bed and pulls out a blanket. The logo on it is distinctly not for their hotel. 

"Quinn…" Eliot starts, with a sigh. "Where did you even get all of this stuff? I was only gone for a couple minutes." 

"I have my ways," Quinn says, with a smug smile that makes Eliot want to throttle him. The blonde glances at Eliot's bed, still neatly made, down to a single pillow. The others are somewhere in the pile on Quinn's bed. He shudders and shakes the blanket out. "Buddy, if you wanna sleep like a monk then be my guest, but I need to be comfortable." 

"Like a monk?" Eliot splutters, and rubs at the headache rapidly developing above his right eye. "I knew letting you and Parker watch that damn weird detective show was a bad idea." He sighs, shakes his head, and sits on his own bed, because despite himself, he's curious to see exactly what the monstrosity Quinn is building will end up like. 

Quinn adds another blanket. The floral pattern on it is familiar, and Eliot rubs his hand over his mouth to hide his reluctant amusement. "Does Sophie know that you've got that?" he asks, because he's pretty sure it's the blanket she insists she needs for any journey over an hour. Brits, he thinks. They think anything longer than an hour is a long journey. 

"Yes," Quinn says, too quickly, and scowls when Eliot's eyebrows hike up. "If you don't want to wake up bald tomorrow, you better not tell her," he adds, pouting, just a little, and it takes all of Eliot's self control not to snort at that. 

"Just give it back to her, please, before we drive home. Listening to one of you whine is bad enough without Sophie joining in because you've nabbed her favourite blanket." 

"I don't whine," Quinn says, with a frown, like Eliot has insulted his personal dignity. He tugs at the blanket in irritation. 

Eliot just stares at the other hitter, then shakes his head before he bends to slip his boots off. They go neatly next to the bed, where he can find them in a hurry. "You want the bathroom first?" he asks, and gets a distracted grunt and head shake back. "Well, have fun," Eliot says, and grabs the ratty shorts and t-shirt he likes to sleep in. His toiletries are already in the bathroom and he steps into the shower with a quiet hum of relief, letting it wash the day off him before he gets to scrubbing. 

Nine minutes later, after a longer shower than he'd normally allow himself, he towels dry and slips into his PJs, gathering his dirty clothes through long habit and stashing them in a laundry bag next to his duffle.

There's fancy tea in the kitchen nook and he fills the Keurig with water and sets a pod brewing. It's a habit he's picked up from Sophie and he'd roll his eyes at that, only he's come to cherish the few minutes of peace and quiet it gives him. 

"Quinn, you want a coffee?" he calls, because the other man swears that it helps him to sleep and Eliot has seen it in action enough times that he's stopped questioning it. 

There's no answer, and Eliot abandons his cup, heading to the bedroom area. Quiet, peaceful snores assume him that all is well, but what stops him in his tracks is the monstrosity Quinn has created. And is happily sleeping in, apparently, Eliot thinks, and rubs his eyes, in case that will help. 

It doesn't. The bulging mound stays exactly the same and despite himself, Eliot is quietly impressed. 

"You built a fricking pillow fort," he murmurs, and shakes his head. 

There are two rows of pillows stacked high, supporting the blankets. Eliot isn't sure exactly how the entire thing hasn't collapsed and smothered the other hitter, and he doesn't want to get too close, just in case, but he ducks enough to peek under the blankets. 

Quinn is curled like a cat, arms and legs wrapped firmly around the bolster, a single pillow wedged under his head. He's sleeping on top of the comforter, and Eliot snorts. I said it wasn't cold, he thinks. His eyes are drawn to Quinn's face, relaxed and peaceful in the dim light. It makes something warm pinch in his chest, fierce protective fondness and exasperation rising in equal measures. It's the same thing he feels towards the rest of the team, and it should surprise him that the other hitter has eased so quickly onto his list of Very Important People, but it doesn't, not when the other man has been spending so much time around the team. 

Quinn shifts, and Eliot steps backwards, out of his sight, because he sure as shit doesn't want to be caught staring at the other man. 

It's been a long day, and he's weary, body tired but brain still spinning away, so he collects his tea - Lemon Zinger, made from real lemon, lemongrass and hibiscus, or so the box says, and pulls a battered novel out of his duffle. He's reading Lady Audley's Secret, something he'd picked up months before to prepare for a job they'd never had to work in the end, but it's perfect for before bed, and if he's honest, part of him really wants to find out how things work out. 

He settles himself comfortably on the bed, single pillow behind his back, and flips to the marked page. The pillow shifts, and he tugs at it in irritation, pulling it back up so his shoulders aren't resting against the wooden headboard. It's not the most comfortable position, and he glances at the other bed, wondering if he can take another pillow without risking a structural collapse and more whining from Quinn. 

One can't hurt, surely, he thinks and stands, crossing to the other bed, eyeing the structure for the best candidate. None seem like a good choice and he gives it up as a bad job, retreating to his own bed and fluffing his pillow. It seems hardly adequate and he can't stop the huff of annoyance as he looks back at the other bed. 

"Next time, I get the fucking pillow fort," he mutters, and picks up his book again. 

"Told you," Quinn says, sleepy but smug. "Pillow forts are excellent for sleeping." 

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