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my-beloved-lakes · 8 months
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Leverage + text post: favorite side character addition
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trivalentlinks · 2 months
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if you can't handle me at my worst (punching you in the face the day we met), then you don't deserve me at my best (still punching you in the face, but now we're besties <3)
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Leverage 1x12 - "The First David Job"
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piratefalls · 4 months
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a leverage quinn/eliot thing i'll never write that’s been sitting in my drafts for a literal year so i'm just yeeting it out into the void
okay so who the hell knows if this is in any way an original thought but i think it’s sort of accepted by fandom that quinn and eliot knew each other long before they fight in the first david job. so let’s run with that. maybe when they met eliot was fresh out of the service and trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life. private security would be the obvious choice, but he still needs the adrenaline, and a break from people giving him orders. so he becomes an independent contractor, a retrieval specialist, and on a job he runs into mr. quinn. same place, same time, but different targets, and they hit it off while digging through an old storage space. and they just keep running into each other, time and time again, and eliot gains a reputation for being the best while quinn is happy to remain in the shadows. being lesser known has its own set of benefits.
and then they hang out after a heist, and things happen, and they find themselves becoming more than friends. this goes on for the next year, maybe two, and then...then they work a job together. something they’ve never done before, for some reason. and it feels off from the beginning, but it's quinn, and eliot trusts him more than anyone in the world, so he pushes those concerns aside until he can’t. the job goes so wrong so fast, and eliot finds himself taken hostage, waking up in an old warehouse, bruised and bloody and so tired. all he has to do is survive, because quinn is coming, he just has to hang on until quinn finds him. quinn will always find him. and then quinn does find him, and he looks so guilty, so fucking sad, and it hits eliot like a kick to the stomach that he’s been sold out. eliot gets free somehow and they fight their way out, and at the end of it all, a trail of bodies behind them, they stand there and look at each other. quinn is devastated, trying to find the words, and eliot just... shakes his head and walks away. he never hears quinn quiet plea for him to wait.
in the interim eliot finds his way to moreau, the awful things he does to forget, never telling anyone why he will only work alone. after a while he realizes he either needs to get out or lose himself completely, so he gets out, spends some time with toby learning to cook, and eventually goes back to working solo. then he’s hired to do a job in LA, a one and done with a team of thieves, and he does it. what a massive miscalculation on his part, because he does not want to like these people. liking people means wanting to be around them, giving them power over you even if you don’t mean to, and he just won’t do that again. but he does. and he keeps coming back, and despite the fact that hardison never shuts up, and parker loves jumping off buildings in a way that makes him deeply concerned, and nate is a ticking time bomb, and sophie is as warm as she is a terrifyingly good liar, he finds himself building a home there, working with these four people, beating up bad guys because he's helping people.
and then sophie cons the team, and the betrayal hits twice as hard this time. but before he even finds that out, he sees a face he’s done his level best to never see again. he lets quinn beat him up a bit, lets him think he’s winning, because eliot knows quinn has always been one thing above everything else, and that’s cocky. and when eliot grunts “now that rib’s broken,” he doesn't tack on like my fucking heart the way he wants to. it’s been years, and it wouldn’t have the impact he wants it to. and then the team separates and he’s never felt so adrift in his life.
in the immediate aftermath, quinn tries to reach out, and eliot keeps changing numbers, because really quinn should have gotten the fucking hint after the first five unanswered calls. eventually eliot shoots him a text, saying that quinn needed to leave him alone, and that he would reach out when he wanted to. the calls stop after that.
three years later, eliot has to go hunting for quinn because he needs a favor. and all quinn wants in return (besides the money, of course) is for eliot to just let him explain. they can go back to not talking, but he wants eliot to know the truth.
and when the job is over, when dubenich and latimer have been dealt with and the bat cave has been deserted, quinn tells him what really happened that night. how eliot wound up in that warehouse, why the job went sideways. [there’s some kind of bribery/secret that he was just desperate enough to keep quiet that he’d sell eliot out] and the price was that quinn had to turn eliot over. he tried, tried so hard to think of a way to get them all out of it alive, and they were almost home free and everything went so wrong so fast and he couldn’t think fast enough. and then eliot walked away never knowing that had the right amount of pressure not been applied to the exact right spot, quinn never would have put eliot within 100 miles of that job because even though they never said it in so many words, quinn had loved him and he knows eliot loved him too.
and so eliot takes a few days to think while everyone else scatters to parts unknown but this time with the full understanding that they’ll all eventually be reunited. eliot thinks, and thinks, and eventually texts quinn and invites him out. they can start with a beer.
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wolves-in-the-world · 23 days
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Mr Quinn / the unnamed shooter from the morning after job, 2k. Rated Mature for non-explicit sex.
It's not that it's been a while. It has, but Quinn's used to that, to finding rest and recreation between jobs or not at all, to going months without touching another human except to hurt them. It's not that. It's a little bit that the hitter's warning shot grazed his ear and nothing more. There’s nothing soft about him - not his expression, not his sharp, neat nose, not the several days’ growth of stubble, not his eyes. Dark eyes. His hair, though - Quinn wouldn’t mind touching that.
Some angst in this one, and nothing dire, but this isn't as soft as my usual fics. A clip of the unnamed shooter can be found here.
This isn't a quinneliot fic except that it very much is. I'm posting it with my name attached only because I've been assured it doesn't shame my ancestors. Enjoy!
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pebblesrus · 2 years
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~ a love story ~
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creepyspytruck · 8 months
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eliot and quinn grappling from @trivalentlinks 's when you move, i'm moved (ao3 link) b.c. they live rent free in my head
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onyxbird · 1 year
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Weed 'Em and Reap
Ficlet in my Mr. Quinn Is the Grim Reaper AU, prompted by a post about different games you could challenge the grim reaper to. (Warning for Hardison being in a technically fatal situation, but he'll be OK because Death is his buddy.)
Alec tried to breathe evenly. This wasn't the first life-threatening situation he'd been in, and his team had always come through before. Even when he'd been buried alive, they'd gotten to him in time. (Shoot. Really should not think about that when sealed inside a rich dude's airtight vault. At least this place is roomier and better lit, although he shouldn't pace. It'll use up the air fast--)
He shook his head, as if he could physically derail that train of thought, trying to tamp down the panic and stop thinking about his calculations of the oxygen in here.
He gave into the urge to pace... and nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to find another person at his elbow.
"Hey! Don't freak out. It's just me," said Quinn.
Alec tried to get his breathing back under control. "How the hell did you get in? Is Parker here?!"
"No, not yet."
"Then how--?" Alec froze. If Quinn wasn't here with Leverage, then... please not his other job. "But they're coming, right?"
"Yes, they're on their way," said Quinn, a little too carefully.
"Oh, man." Alec sagged against the wall. "If you're here... They're too late, aren't they?"
Quinn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "They're... running a bit behind. I think the oxygen level in here wasn't great to start with."
Alec buried his face in his hands for a moment, before stabbing an accusing finger at Quinn. "You are not going to let them blame themselves for this--you hear me?! I don't care if you have to lie through your teeth; you make sure they know this is something they couldn't have stopped and that it didn't hurt, you understand me?!"
"Whoa, pal, slow down. I am authorized to allow one challenge in the form of a game."
"...You what? You mean, like--? You cannot possibly expect me to play a game of chess with you right now."
"Chess? No, it can be any game. For instance, I'm having difficulty getting past the volcano dungeon in Stardew Valley. Help me get past that, and we'll call it even."
Alec stared at him dumbfounded as the panic slowly ebbed. Quinn seemed serious. "OK? Is this like a one-attempt-only-or-you're-dead deal?"
"Oh, no. I've tried it so many times so far. If you could do it within a few weeks so I can clear the books before anyone starts asking questions, that'd be great, but technically there have been challenge games that lasted longer than that, so I can stall if I have to."
"...People have spent weeks playing a game against Death for their lives?"
Quinn heaved a heavy sigh. "I thought you of all people would understand how long games like Dungeons and Dragons can drag on. Letting them pick that was a mistake."
"You've played Dungeons and Dragons?!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
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5-minutes-2-midnight · 11 months
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Help! This is killing me lol... Can anyone explain why Eliot is wearing a shoulder harness when retrieving Quinn from Kiev and in the "Batcave" for debriefing? I'll accept theories, too (god knows I have a few), but if anyone can legitimately explain the cause, I'd really appreciate it.
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original-missif · 1 year
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The Hitter Squad for sure bonds over sharing scars they've all acquired over the years. They've all got ones you'd expect, scars from split skin practicing hand-to-hand combat, knife fighting, shooting/being shot by various guns, etc.
But they all also have scars that come with stories.
Shelley has a scar on his chin from the first time he rode a skateboard and sent himself face first into the pavement. It matches the scar he has on the palm of his hand.
Mikel has a plethora of scars from training and wet work but also one memorable scar she got when her sister stabbed her accidentally one time.
Quinn has several scars from the exact same activity: reading. He has about half a dozen paper cut scars all over his hands and arms.
Eliot has a plethora of scars from multiple activities outside the job. However, the most memorable are the burn scars on his hands and arms from cooking, and the small scar on his cheek.
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dreamerfound · 2 years
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Fictober Day 6: Leverage - adaptable
Prompt: “Adaptable, I like that.” Title:  adaptable Fandom: Leverage Ship: Mr. Quinn/Eliot Spencer Rating: Teen Warnings: injuries and wound care - not graphic Length: 400 words Summary: On a job Quinn gets hurt and Eliot’s there to help.
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"Adaptable, I like that." Quinn winced.
Eliot gripped the rip in Quinn's slacks and made it longer. "What are you on about?" The wound was worse than he'd thought.
"Hitter, Chef, and apparently now you're a doctor." Quinn grimaced as he looked at the long gash running all the way up his leg.
"I think the word you're looking for is <i>awesome.</i>."
"Yeah, that too." Quinn shifted, giving Eliot a better view of the damage. "Can you hand me that bottle of Jack over there so I can have a swig before you start ruining any more of my clothing?"
"I didn't ruin your clothes, the rocks in the river did you that favor, I just make the rip bigger." He handed Quinn the bottle and grabbed the first aid kit. "I'm just trying to do my job here."
Quinn laughed and by the look on his face, Eliot could tell it hurt him to do so. "Gonna have to take a look at the rest of you too, gotta see what else got banged up on those rocks."
Quinn grinned. "Tryin' to get me naked again?"
"Don't you start." Eliot still hadn't figured out what was going on between him and Quinn. They'd started something a little while back but then they kept getting busy with jobs away from each other and Eliot told himself that was that. It was just a fling. It didn't mean anything.
"I don't remember starting anything, I'm pretty sure that was you." Quinn was still smiling but there was a look in his eyes that told Eliot he wasn't the only one who'd wished it'd been more than a fling.
"I didn't hear you complaining," Eliot pointed out.
"Didn't say I was." Quinn slipped off his tie and unbuttoned, and slid off his shirt.
"You're the one who brought it up." Eliot cut the rest of the way through Quinn's pants, leaving him in only his boxers. There were bruises forming on his back and side, a few smaller cuts on his arm, and he was pretty sure one of the ribs was broken.
Quinn had another swig of booze while Eliot got busy cleaning out his wounds. "Maybe I brought it up because it's been a while since we've been in the same room together for more than ten minutes."
Eliot sighed. "Could've been under better circumstances."
"I can't disagree with that."
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my-beloved-lakes · 4 months
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An incomplete list of things I want from season 3 of leverage redemption:
More Parker running the cons! (Nate passed on the roll of mastermind to her for a reason, damnit!)
Eliot's hair beads and more floof please (#freethefloof2024)
Sterling!
On a similar note: Mr. Quinn, McSweeten, and Dr. Paul
Can Hardison please be in it more than he was the last two seasons! Please! I need my three soul bonded faves to be together again! (I understand why that might not be possible, but I want it🥺)
Let Eliot Spencer get more hugs!
Historical au episode centered around Eliot and Hardison. Someone suggested it be an old Western theme and now i can't stop thinking about it! (Sorry I don't remember who suggested it, but if you know, feel free to tag them or let me know so I can tag them)
A whole episode with just Eliot, Hardison, and Parker doing crime shenanigans and bonding/making up for lost time since Hardison was gone for so long.
Musical episodes!
I want Eliot to shoot a bow and arrow.
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trivalentlinks · 5 months
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back on my weird leverage AUs (this is another darker-than-canon AU)
AU where the events of the pilot episode happens three years earlier, when Eliot is still working for Moreau (but it's towards the end of this period, when he's already starting to question whether he can live with himself like this).
(Let's push up the timeline for everyone else, so Nate lost his son three years earlier, etc.)
Since Eliot isn't on the market, Dubenich hires Quinn as the hitter. Quinn does like guns, and is a little more cheerful, but a little more skittish, but mostly things are the same.
The thing is, Moreau, with Eliot by his side, is much more careful. Eliot never tells anyone about him, and neither does anyone else, so even though this Moreau is just as powerful and influential as he is in canon, hardly anybody knows who he is.
A few months in, the team accidentally end up in Moreau's crosshairs by unknowingly doing a big job against a company that Moreau secretly controls.
They had no idea what they were up against--None of them had even heard of Moreau, except Quinn (who used to work with Eliot on-and-off, before Eliot worked for Moreau), but even Quinn doesn't know anything about Moreau other than that he's Eliot's employer. (He knows that much because Eliot tried to recruit him for Moreau once several years back, but he wasn't ready for the commitment back then.)
So anyway, they really kicked the hornet's nest on this one, and now this little rag-tag team is being hunted by Moreau's private army led by Eliot fucking Spencer, uh-oh, they're all gonna fucking die
(Eliot and Quinn didn't part on bad terms, but they were never really friends, either. They trusted each other on the job and shared the occasional post-job meal or drink, but they weren't friends beyond that. They were certainly not friendly enough for Quinn to think Eliot would go easy on the team on Quinn's account when he catches up to them.)
(Also Quinn knows Eliot well enough to know that it's when, not if, Eliot catches up to them.)
I'm really just imagining a scene where Eliot closes in on Quinn and Hardison, and Quinn, injured and out of ammo (and didn't have a better than 30% chance of defeating Eliot in hand-to-hand combat even on a good day), begs Eliot to let Hardison go, like, "Please. He's nineteen--a teenager. You don't kill kids, right? Teens included?"
(Back when Eliot and Quinn worked together on-and-off, they still sometimes took jobs working against each other. One such time, Eliot didn't kill Quinn when his job would have been easier if he did, and when asked about it, cited "I don't kill kids. Teens are included in that," as his reason, much to then-19-year-old Quinn's annoyance.)
(Quinn knows that Eliot was just teasing him back then--older, armed teens like Quinn were not included in "I don't kill kids".)
(And anyway, based on the rumours, Quinn is pretty sure Eliot left the realm of "I don't kill kids" a long time ago.)
(But look, he's about to die. This annoying, brilliant teenaged hacker who managed to embarrass Damien Moreau (and, more impressively, has almost wormed his way into Quinn's non-existent heart) is about to die. Quinn is desperate.)
(Quinn certainly isn't expecting it when this last-ditch plea actually works.)
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Leverage 1x12 - "The First David Job"
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s-wordsmith · 1 year
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Leverage crack ship that might. . . actually work: Quinn and Maggie.
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glassfullofsass · 2 years
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ace Quinn confused but vibing to Body Count by Jessie Reyez feat. Normani
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