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chronicowboy · 9 months

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tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) | 43k

"Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin.

"Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug."

Two things happen at once then: Eddie has to plaster on a smile authentic enough to convince the one person on this planet that knows him inside out—except he doesn't really have to fake his smile, not at first, because of number two—he sees groom-Buck for the first time. And groom-Buck is every bit as beautiful as Eddie might have imagined him over the years. Happy eyes bright and blue, pink lips stretched wide in a beaming smile, cheeks flushed pink with joy, hair carefully styled and stunningly golden in the morning sunlight. He's half-dressed too, tux jacket still on the hanger on the back of the chair, so Eddie gets an unbarred view of Buck's white shirt stretched taut over his biceps, shoulders, abs.

For a moment, Eddie falls into the greatest betrayal his brain has ever laid out for him, imagining that he might have got to see Buck like this for the first time from the other end of the aisle if he'd just been brave enough to—

"I think he meant you, kid," Eddie teases as he drops their suits to the couch. He widens his stance, so Jee can run through his legs and evade another of Chimney's grab attempts, then he ruffles Christopher's curls as a steadying act before he's suddenly in front of Buck. And he tries not to think about the pathway cleared through the living room by Jee's chase, or the fact that they're under the archway between the kitchen and the dining table, or the knowledge that Bobby is an ordained officiant where he stands behind them. "Hey, Buck," he says softly, smiling genuinely now because this is Buck.

"Hey, Eds," Buck murmurs back, and it's the first time since they'd promised to have each other's backs that Eddie can't quite decipher the emotions making Buck's voice thick.

Eddie wraps him in a hug then, careful and detached as he can manage, but it's Buck in his arms, warm and alive and his for just a few more hours. He doesn't let himself hold Buck's hips like he used to before—before he'd realised why he'd wanted to hold Buck's hips so tightly—just splays his fingers over Buck's back and tries to focus on the soft cotton under his palms rather than the way Buck's temple rests so perfectly against his. Eddie stays there, for too long probably, fingers digging in too tight possibly, and squeezes his eyes shut when they start to water. He's clinging, and he tries not to think about how it feels a little like Buck is clinging to him too.

"Ah," Eddie huffs as he pulls away, taking two steps back just to be safe. He catches Maddie's eyes on him then, sadder than they should be for the happy tears she'd been crying just before he'd got here, and Eddie wonders if her big sister omniscience is working on him too. "Come on, Buckley. Got to make an honest man out of you sooner rather than later."

"Whilst we're on the topic," Chim intervenes, a wriggly Jee on his hips with two shoes on—finally. "Are we sure he should be wearing white?"

(OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

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Oh my god, they were roommates (Sodo x F!Reader 18+)

okay children, gather around. remember this shitty fic??? well here's part 2 and we get some soft!Sodo so enjoy

@traayaa @sinfullyloyalsaint @redskull199987 @eleazarkate - sorry if I didn't tag you. I tried going through my old posts and seeing who commented saying they wanted a reminder

Summary: Sodo has a great idea of warming you up alright, but you manage to find out that he's got a heart somewhere in there after all.

Word count: 3,025

His body rocks against yours, heat pooling in your lower stomach. You can feel him getting harder beneath your pants, your core slicking itself up, anticipating him. His lips leave yours, trailing hot kisses past your jaw and down to your neck, his fangs grazing your skin as he gives you a quick nip. A soft whimper escapes you, your hand leaving his upper arm so you can thread your fingers through his hair. You feel his body shiver, just slightly, as your fingers graze up the back of his neck.

“Are you cold, too?” you ask with innocence in your voice.

“Guess we could both warm each other up.” Another nip, but this one is targeted at your collarbone. The hand that was originally on your back moves, his claws toying with the edge of your shirt. “Don’t you think it’d be better if this was off?”

“How about you take it off me?” You feel his claw start to pull at the material. “I mean pull it over my head, you gremlin! Don’t rip my shirt!”

You hear a soft snicker. “Whatever you say, Sister.” He obliges, releasing the shirt from his claw and sitting up with you, untangling yourselves so it’s easier to move. He takes hold of the ends, pulling up and letting it slip over your head. He tosses the shirt behind him and to the floor, joining his pile of clothes. You see those soft, glowing eyes roam your body, the dim light that peeks through the slits on the window’s blinds catching parts of his face. Though it’s a little hard, you can make out the awe etched in his features.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “You’ve been hiding from me all this time.”

“And you’re still hiding from me.” Those amber eyes flick up to stare at you. “I know you ghouls can see in the dark, but…”

“Right. Right.” He turns, clicking the light on again. He’s a lean ghoul with barely any muscle showing, and those nipple rings are the first to catch your eye. Still, it sends a fire blazing through your body and straight to your core. You see how his chest softly raises and falls with each breath, his eyes flicking over you as he takes in your body better in the light.

“You’ve been hiding from me, too,” you tell him with a playful smile, reaching out to gently bat the piercing with your finger. He lets out a laugh, jerking away.

“You still want me to be a gentleman, sweetheart?” He gives you a smile as he brings his hand up, brushing his knuckles across your cheek and sliding down to your neck. “Or do you want the ghoul everyone talks about back home?”

You let out a soft hum. You know what you want. “I want the real Sodo.” He looks surprised. “Can I have that instead?”

“If it’s what you want.” He’s slow as he talks now, like he’s picking out the words carefully. “No one’s… really asked for that before.”

“What’s he like, hm?” You move so you’re closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He flashes you a small smile, his hands settling on your waist.

“He’s not as loud,” he starts out slowly. “Not as angry, either.”

“Do you like him?”

“Sometimes.” His lips purse. “But sometimes he does things without fully thinking. Or stopping to think if it’s the right move.”

“Like what?”

“Just little shit. You know how it is.” You give him a smile.

“Well, I think I like him.”

“Yeah? Even if he does… this?” In one swift motion, you’re laying on your back in a confused daze, the fire ghoul on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. He dips his head down, pressing butterfly kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You reach up, letting your fingertips trail across his back, feeling how his body is slowly starting to heat up. You wrap your legs around his waist, letting out soft mewls as he starts to rock his hips against yours again. Those kisses he's placing on your skin are becoming less innocent; heated and open-mouthed and you feel his fangs graze your neck.

“Sodo...” His name escapes your lips in a breathy moan. Your building slick has your panties sticking to you, but he's starting to growl softly.

“Lemme take 'em off?” His fingers toy with the hem of your pants. Instead of verbally responding, you shift your hips, helping him get them over the curve of your ass so he can pull them off your legs. Just like your shirt, your pants join the pile on the floor.

Well... since you're both already this far along.

Sodo moves back when you sit up, watching in a sort of trance as you reach behind yourself, unclasping your bra and letting it join the pile. Those amber eyes trail over your breasts, his lips parted as he cups one of them in his hot hand. He's quick to take your nipple into his mouth, his forked tongue circling your perk bud as his thumb rolls over the other. You tilt your head back, body shivering at the contact. You see how his tail flicks excitedly behind him as he pulls back, swapping to your other nipple as his name falls from your lips again.

“I want you,” he breathes after he's had his fill. He presses a hot kiss to your lips. “Do you want me, doll?” You give him a nod. “Words, Sister. I won't tell you again.”

“Yes, Sodo. I want you.” The groan he lets out fuels your burning desire. Just like that, the last article of material is stripped from both of you, your eyes stuck on his hard cock. This all felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. With hesitant hands, you reach out, wrapping your fingers around his hot shaft and feeling him twitch in the palm of your hand as he lets out a small hiss. You give him a few experimental pumps, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock and spreading the beading precum down his length.

“Good girl,” he praises softly. But he settles you back down on the bed, kissing down your body, starting from the junction between your neck and your jaw and trailing down, past the valley of your breasts and further down your naval as he settles between your legs. You whine softly when his tongue licks a long stripe up your core, a wicked grin on his face.

“You taste so good, Sister.” He trails further up, flicking his tongue across your clit and making your hips buck. His lips close around it, swapping between licking circles around you to simply sucking. You feel his knuckle against your slick entrance, rubbing back and forth.

“S-Sodo...” You feel his finger slip inside you, mewling at the sensation. Unlike his claws that are gently scratching at your thigh, you only feel his finger pumping inside of you. How thoughtful of him.

You roll your hips, gasping when he slips another finger inside of you. He's still working your clit, amber eyes staring up at you through his lashes. You can feel the vibrations that come from his groan, and the coil inside of you starts to build up.

“You're so beautiful, sweetheart.” He pulls back, a thin line of saliva still connecting his mouth with your clit. You whimper at the loss of his hot tongue, and soon at the empty feeling that cements itself in your stomach when he removes his fingers.

“Please, Sodo,” you whine out. “I want you. I need you.”

“Already begging for me?” he teases. He licks up your stomach before he settles down on top of you, pulling you into a heated kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue when he slips it inside your mouth. Your moan is muffled when he grinds himself against you, the underside of his cock brushing against your aching core and gathering up your slick.

“Stop teasing me, Sodo.”

“You sure you want it? This is your last chance to back out.” He gives you a grin, his nose brushing against yours. “After tonight, you won't be allowed to go to anyone else.” A soft, breathy laugh escapes him. “Not that you would want to.”

“If you don't shut up, I swear to Lucifer-” But you don't have the chance to finish your threat. The tip of his cock presses against your entrance and soon slips inside, making you gasp. The ghoul mimics your blissed look, the grip on your hip tightening. He's slow as he pushes himself further inside of you, watching your face intently.

“So fucking tight,” he moans softly. When he finally bottoms out inside of you, he stills himself, giving you ample time to adjust. You feel so full. You knew the ghouls were well-endowed, but you're on cloud nine as you take in the feeling. He's stretching you out so deliciously and the heat you feel inside of you is unlike anything you've felt before.

“Move, please.” And he does, pulling back before slowly pushing himself back inside of you. It draws a moan from your lips, your head tilting back. Sodo takes this as an invitation, leaning down to press hot kisses to your neck. You let yourself get lost in him; the campfire smell that's so intoxicating and how he's softly grunting with each thrust. He's slowly picking up his pace, feeling like he's hitting every little spot inside of you.

“You feel so good,” you moan out, scratching your nails down his back and making him groan.

“So do you.” He nips at your neck and makes you whimper. “So tight and soft.”

“Sodo, more.” He sucks at your neck, leaving behind a dark bruise. “Please. Please, I need it.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He snaps his hips forward, smacking against your skin and making you cry out. He's starting to litter your neck with marks as he keeps up the faster pace, grunting softly against your skin. You put more pressure behind your scratches, raking your nails across his hot skin and making him groan. You feel the spade-tipped tail press against your clit, adding to the building coil.

“You like that?” he groans, pulling away from your neck to stare down at you, watching as you hastily nod. “Yeah? It feel good?”

“Fuck, yes!” You're rolling your hips with his, matching each harsh thrust. You focus on the pleasure that's washing over you – the feeling of his cock slamming into you, brushing against that spot as he angles his hips differently. You let out a choked cry as he finally hits it, your back arching off the mattress as you release his neck, going to grip the sheets below you.

It's a swift motion that doesn't even register at first, but Sodo pries your hand away from the sheets, pinning it beside your head. His fingers lace with yours as he stares down at you, mouth open so he can pant freely. You give his hand a squeeze and the corners of his mouth just slightly turn up into a little smile.

“You take me so well, min kärlek,” he praises. The coil is getting tighter as you hurdle towards your release.

“Sodo, I-” His hips snap forward, interrupting you. “Fuck! I'm gonna cum, please!”

“Go on, baby.” The smug grin is more evident on his face, but you can feel how his thrusts are starting to falter and becoming more erratic. No doubt he's close behind. “Do it. I wanna feel you cum on my cock. You can do that for me, can't you?” He leans down, nipping at your earlobe. “Cum for me, min kärlek.”

And just like that, the coil snaps like a rubber band. You let out a strangled cry as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching down on the fire ghoul's cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! So fucking good!” He only lasts a few more thrusts before he fully bottoms out inside of you, squeezing your hand so tight that it borderline hurts. You feel ropes of his hot cum spill inside of you as he breathes heavily.

You whine softly when he pulls out of you, feeling both of your releases slowly seep out of you.

“Hang on, I'll be back,” he tells you softly, and you try not to laugh when you see him stumble out of bed. You lay there as you try to catch your breath, looking your hand over. You can see where the tips of his claws dug into your skin, having gotten so close to puncturing the surface. It hurts, sure, but the excitement of it all had outweighed the pain.

Sodo finally comes back with a towel, softly shushing you when you wince as soft material presses against your skin, wiping everything away as he cleans you up. Still, you give him a smile as you thank him.

“Didn't think this is how my night would be going,” you say softly, watching as he drops the towel to the floor when he's done.

“Do you regret it?” He crawls back into bed, letting you shuffle next to him, your head resting on his chest.

“Nah. I had fun.” Your hand travels down, tracing the tattoo on his stomach. “I mean... it's pretty shitty that the car broke down but... I liked how everything else turned out.”

“Shit, uh...” That can't be good. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah...? What?” You pull back to look at him, your brows furrowed.

“Remember how I said that the real Sodo can do... stupid shit without thinking?”

“What? Do you regret what we just did?”

“No! Lucifer, I'd never regret that. But uh...” He gives you a nervous smile. “I... might've purposefully chose a shitty car.”

“Sodo...”

“I know! I know. But when Papa asked me to take someone with me, I thought it'd be a good way for us to spend more time together. And then I thought “what if our little thirty-minute trip was even longer so we could spend more time together?” and...” He sighs. “I didn't know it was going to completely eat shit, honestly. I thought maybe the shop would be able to fix it quick and you and I could spend more time together.”

But as absurd as it all sounds, you can only laugh. After all that's happened tonight, it's the only appropriate response. The ride in the tow truck; Sodo giving you his jacket when you were cold; the possibility of him having run out of energy and showing off his ghoulish form to the world. All of that just to spend time with you. Like he couldn't ask you to hang out back home.

“You are... something else, you know that?” you tell him with a smile. His tail is tapping on the bed, his lips pursed.

“Yeah, I know. Ha ha. I'm a huge sap and an idiot for doing that.” You cup his cheek, his amber eyes holding your gaze. You see how frustrated he looks, his ears having flattened.

“I think it's sweet,” you finally settle on. “Even if it was... yeah okay, it was really fucking stupid. But it was sweet in your own way.”

“So, what now, Sister?” He leans closer to you, his gaze flicking down to your lips for a second. “Don't tell me you're gonna make me say it. You know I'm not the best with this emotional shit.”

“You know, I think it would be good for you.” He rolls his eyes. “C'mon. Do you want me to go first?”

He takes a moment. “Yeah. I think it'd help.”

“Fine.” You lean in the rest of the way, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Even if you're a little shit, I've liked you for a while. You interest me and... I feel safe with you. More than I do around anyone else.” You give him a playful grin. “It's why I wasn't too concerned with your shitty driving on the way down here.”

“Even when we're having a nice moment, you have to talk shit.” You two share a laugh, but you see how he's more relaxed. “I guess it's my turn then...” He takes a second and you can practically see the cogs in his mind turning. “Well, obviously, I like you, too. Just... I dunno, you're so easy to get along with. You don't actively avoid me like some of the other siblings and... it's just fun being with you.”

“See? You do have a heart!”

“Oh, fuck off!” Still, you two share a laugh. “Did that at least satisfy you?”

“Well, you've managed to do that in more ways than one tonight. But, yeah. I'm glad we're on the same page.”

“How about we go do something together then?” He brings his hand up, his index finger curling underneath your chin as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. “I promise I won't get us stuck out in town again. I think I learned my lesson.”

“Could you imagine if Papa heard you almost let your human form slip?” Sodo groans.

“Please don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.”

“I won't, I won't.” You two settle back down, your head resting on his chest again. “You know... I'm glad all of this happened. I wasn't sure if you ever saw me like that.”

“Yeah. Honestly I'm surprised this all worked out well.” You feel his hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles on your skin. “I'll make sure it's more romantic next time.”

“I'm holding you to that.”

#she's finally here #and she's shitty #sodo #sodo ghoul #f!reader #sodo x reader #ghost #ghost band #18+

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queen-rainy-love · 3 months

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SHE'S HOME!!!!!!!!!!

Now if Devsisters release Lilybell here than I'll have the whole family!

And just one more thing until the new arc starts!

#cookie run kingdom #white lily cookie #she's finally here

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art-of-sailor-moon · 8 months

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#sailor moon #anime #season 1 #e8 #she's finally here

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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year

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hpma; roe malinda, in-game

#it's been 84 years #she's finally here #roe malinda #hpma #magic awakened #*mine

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aziraphalesbookkeeper · 1 year

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The name is on the tip of Varian's tongue. The syllables press against the back of his teeth, itching to be let out but never able to take shape. It's dust falling softly on a Sunday morning; it's a thousand tons of iron slamming behind his ribs; it's a virus buried in his blood and sinew. He can't explain why he feels so empty without it, like a piece of his soul is missing. He can't help but think he's lost something -- or someone -- very, very important.

Or, Varian wakes up in the body of a boy he's never met in a kingdom he's never visited. He learns to adapt to Hugo's strange lifestyle, clumsily navigating a sense of normalcy with no memory of what happened the day before.

Until the day he can't.

Chapter 1: a bird in my hand

Chapter Summary: Before there were seven kingdoms, there were eight.

#HERE WE GO BITCHES #hey remember all those vague posts about me screaming about maps #that's for this fic #she's finally here #im gonna screAM #anyway #varigo #varigo fic #vat7k #hugo vat7k #varian vat7k #the dark kingdom tts #rapunzel's tangled adventure #should i even tag that? i'm gonna anyway #the garden tag

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ladyelainehilfur · 7 months

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IT'S SHAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#SHE'S FINALLY HERE #I'VE BEEN WAITING THE LAST SEASON AND A HALF #oh we're about to eat SO good #poi #person of interest #Shaw

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0ccuria · 8 months

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MY WIFE

#she's finally here #I couldn't NOT get her

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oceanoqraphy · 2 years

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HOPE FOR THE FUTURE GOT ME SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING HAVING A BREAKDOWN

#SHE'S FINALLY HERE #hope for the future #bastille

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original-missif · 2 years

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The Con Job Part 1

It was the only thing Hardison had wanted for his birthday. It was the one, and only, time he'd ever get the chance at this. After all, it wasn't every day a boy turned 16 and got his foster crime family to dress up in group cosplay to go to Comic Con.

So he recycles his old Captain America costume, digs up the Winter Soldier and Black Widow costumes custom made for Eliot and Parker, and throws together Iron Man and Scarlet Witch costumes for Nate and Sophie respectively. Eliot still hates his (especially now that Hardison is making him wear the arm cover) but Parker still loves her (though Hardison made her promise not to use the working taser bracers around Nate). Sophie was always a fan of dressing up for a role and loved the Scarlet Witch costume ("It's the perfect chance to practice my Romanian accent") but Nate, ever the buzz kill, turned down wearing the whole reinforced EVA foam Iron Man costume in exchange for a simple Iron Man armour t-shirt.

"Now we all know the plan, right?" Nate said from the driver's seat of the minivan. "We're not going to wander off by ourselves, we're not going to hack any systems to get tickets to seminars, we're not going to get in any fights, we're not going to steal from the vendors' tables," he looked at Parker in the rearview mirror. "We're going to spend some time in the vendors room, go to that game discussion seminar, get dinner, and then go home. That's it."

As if they hadn't gone over the plan three times already. Honestly, outside of jobs, Nate was such a Mother Hen it put Hardison's Nana to shame.

"I've never been to a comic convention before," Sophie said excitedly from the front seat. "I mean I've been to a convention or two on a job, but never one where you dressed up as a pink witch."

"Least you don't have to wear plastic on your arm," Eliot grumbled.

"Come on man, you'll love Comic Con." Hardison said with a smile. "They got a whole section on medieval weaponry and renaissance stuff I know you like."

"I don't like medieval stuff," Eliot said, lying through his teeth.

After finding the perfect parking spot - perfectly spaced between the parking lot exit and the convention hall entrance - Hardison took the lead in directing the team through the convention, with only minor distractions. And it only took about 20 minutes of wandering the main convention hall before Nate and Sophie excused themselves (under the promise that the three teenagers stayed together) and left for who-knows-where.

He immediately led Parker and Eliot to the vendor's hall and made a beeline for the Lego's section. Hardison had had his eyes on a genuine, collector's edition Lego Star Wars Han Solo On Tauntaun (Miniland Scale) for three months now and he was going to get it today no matter what.

"You mean we're only here so you can buy a stupid toy?"

"No. We're here, Eliot, because it's my birthday and I deserve to be surrounded by my fellow adventurers and dungeon delvers for a day... And also so I can get the Star Wars collectors item I've wanted my whole life."

"You mean that collectors item?" Parker asked, pointing at a table where two con-goers exchanged a wade of cash for a Lego box.

Hardison went tunnel vision as he watched the Han Solo On Tauntaun (Miniland Scale), one of the last remaining Lego sets being sold publicly, was bought and sold before his eyes. And by some kid no less. How the hell does a ten-year-old afford a three thousand dollar collector's item anyway??

Doing his best to quell his outrage, Hardison, flanked by Parker and Eliot, approached the collector's-edition-stealing-little-gremlin. "Hey I just noticed you bought the last and only collector's edition Lego set and I was wonderin' if you'd be.... Breanna?!"

Breanna, the little ankle-biting, hacker protégé pain-in-the-neck gremlin-of-a-little-sister herself, smiled brightly. "Hey Alec! I didn't know you'd be here, and wanting to buy the same item I just did no less. What a funny coincidence."

"How the heck did you afford a three-thousand dollar item anyway? Last time I checked Nana wasn't handing out allowances in triple digits."

Eliot gawked. "You were going to spend three grand on a stupid Lego toy?"

"It's the collector's edition," Hardison and Breanna said in synch.

"And it's funny coming from you who was also going to spend three grand on this," Breanna grinned as she waved the shrink-wrapped box in Hardison's face. "Now if you excuse me I gotta meet Nana in the food court for lunch. Gonna go show off my one-in-a-million, never-to-be-seen-again collectors edition action figure to her."

Hardison watched in disbelief as his little sister backed away, making eye contact with him the whole time with a sly little smile on her face before vanishing into the crowd.

Parker leaned in close to him. "Want me to steal it from her?"

Were it any other person in this whole convention Hardison may have said yes. Would it be petty? Yes. But would it be worth it? Absolutely! It was the collectors edition Han Solo On Tauntaun (Miniland Scale) model! But was it worth stealing from his little sister when Nana was within ear-pinching distance? Hell no. Hardison wouldn't subject anyone to one of Nana's rare moments of well deserved wrath. Not even Eliot.

Hardison sighed longingly and turned away from the vendor's room. "Nah, let's just get to the game seminar."

"What about from that guy?"

"Parker what is that supposed-" Hardison looked to where the thief was pointing. Not far from where they stood was an older man in a very old, very unflattering Jedi robe and some seriously outgrown 5-o'clock patchy stubble proudly showing off a shrink-wrapped box decorated with the classic Lego symbol. Big, bolded letters on the side read Han Solo On Tauntaun (Miniland Scale).

"What the hell?!"

Eliot stormed over to the Lego vendor, "Hey how much for the Lego man and alpaca thing?"

The vendor, a sleezy, David Cross-looking man in a grey sweater and unfortunately stained sweatpants, looked around as if to make sure there were no other interested parties outside of Eliot. "The Han Solo On Tauntaun miniland scale model? Well I only have one, and the usual going price is about six grand but for you, young man... I'm willing to sell for four."

Eliot gave the man the stink eye, "Never mind," and stalked back over to Parker and Hardison, pulling them away from the table. "This guy's a hustler."

Dang it! Hardison thought. Three months he'd been tracking down a buyer for the collector's edition model, and just when he'd finally found one it turned out the guy was selling fakes. It was just his luck that they'd somehow found a conman on a day off from jobs. And on his birthday no less!

Thoroughly bummed about the fake Han Solo On Tauntaun (Miniland Scale), and even more-so enraged that his sister got played, Alec said "We gotta find Breanna."

#it's happening y'all #i'm doing it #happy birthday alec hardison! you got conned!#i'm sorry David Cross I love you but you're face is a great reference for characterization #and Breanna is finally in this au!#she's here guys #she's finally here #the moment you've all been waiting for #the con job #leverage teens au #nate ford's home for criminal children au #alec hardison #parker leverage #eliot spencer #breanna casey #nate ford #sophie devereaux

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