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fablesrose · 7 months

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Leverage Rewrite Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: Y/n Ford is Nate's niece, of whom he looked after after his brother, her parents, died. Y/n gets pulled into the adventures and shenanigans of the Leverage team through this series rewrite, but she loves being along for the ride. The overly talented and handsome hitter doesn't hurt :)

Warnings: canon level violence, swearing, drinking. I'm sticking pretty close to the show thematically. I'll add warnings if needed.

A/n: this'll be a slow burn, btw. Partially inspired by @thegeeksideofsr and their Ford!reader, I thought it was an awesome idea to have the reader related to Nate!

Currently being updated Sunday evenings (in the USA)

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Season 1 Ch 1 - Phone Calls Ch 2 - The First David Job Ch 3 - The Second David Job

Season 2 Ch 4 - The Beantown Bailout Job Ch 5 - The Tap-Out Job Ch 6 - The Order 23 Job Ch 7 - The Fairy Godparents Job Ch 8 - The Three Days of the Hunter Ch 9 - The Top Hat Job Ch 10 - The Two Live Crew Job Ch 11 - The Ice Man Job Ch 12 - The Lost Heir Job Ch 13 - The Runway Job Ch 14 - The Bottle Job Ch 15 - The Zanzibar Marketplace Job Ch 16 - The Future Job Ch 17 - The Three Strikes Job Ch 18 - The Maltese Falcon Job

Season 3 (Coming Soon to computers near you!)

Tags: Let me know if you wanna be tagged :) @instantdinosaurtidalwave @kniselle @technikerin23 @kiwikitty13 @plasticbottleholder @mushycore

#eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer #leverage #rewrite #slow burn #multichapter #nate ford #sophie devereaux #alec hardison #parker #ford!reader

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sunnydaleherald · 1 year

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, May 11th and Friday, May 12th

GREEN DEMON: You better go, Spike. Things could get ugly. SCALY DEMON: Got ugly the second he walked in. (disgusted) Him and his human. CLEM: Her skin's so tight, I don't even know how you can look at her. Ew. Spike stands up angrily and confronts Clem. The green demon gets up too.

~~Life Serial~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Spike's Princess by apachefirecat (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Buffy: Arrival at Sunnydale High by witchguy1993 (Buffy, multi xover, Not Rated)

A Lifetime Ago by SpiderQuinn (Faith, Wrong Turn xover, M)

Spiders in Steeples by birdie7272 (Buffy/Spike, E)

[Podfic of] Slayersitting by vexbatch (Buffy, Eliot Spencer, Leverage xover, G)

It Only Takes a Taste by FoolForSpuffy (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion - Ch. 387 by madimpossibledreamer (Ensemble, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover, T)

An Unsatisfactory Conversation - Ch. 2 by daviderl (Willow/Kennedy, T) COMPLETE!

Willow's Revelation - Ch. 3 by AJ Fields (myfanfiction) (Ensemble, T) COMPLETE!

Damsel - Ch. 8 by Skateland (Buffy, Joyce, Scoobies, T) COMPLETE!

Since You’ve Been Gone - Ch. 10 by HuonParticlesAreHarmless, myrobotheart (Buffy/Giles, multi xover, M) COMPLETE!

It wasn't over, it still isn't over - Ch. 1-5 by loveisntbrains_ (Buffy/Spike, R) COMPLETE!

Mostly Harmless - Ch. 28-30 by Lady Emma (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) COMPLETE!

h o n e y / t a s t e - Ch. 1-2 by LittleTayy (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

This Old Coffee Shop - Ch. 2 by FoolForSpuffy (Buffy/Spike, G)

A Place in the Sun - Ch. 5 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Make or Break - Ch. 2 by Axell (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Encased - Ch. 7 by Sunshine by acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Fidelity - Ch. 3 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

So One of Us is Living - Ch. 28 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

In Another Life, I Still Fall for You - Ch. 6 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Unconditional - Ch. 6 by Blade Redwind (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Witch’s Gift - Ch. 13 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

From Hell with Love - Ch. 8 by temporarytitle (Buffy/Spike, R)

Under The Rubble - Ch. 23 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

In Which the Potentials Time Travel and Are Greatly Befuddled - Ch. 2 by FlightsofFancy (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Fate Plans and We Laugh - Ch. 7 by Hermionetobe (Buffy, Dawn, Faith, Batman xover, FR15)

Wood it Work - Ch. 24 by dogbertcarroll (Willow, Xander, multi xover, FR13)

The Home Invasions - Ch. 29-30 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) COMPLETE!

Where Do We Go? - Ch. 1-7 by womanaction (Buffy/Spike, R) COMPLETE!

Origins - Ch. 41 by Niamh (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

In Which the Potentials Time Travel and are Greatly Befuddled - Ch. 2 by FlightsofFancy (Buffy/Spike, R)

One Step Away - Ch. 5-6 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Encased in Sunshine - Ch. 7 by Acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Bring Him Home - Ch. 16 by Acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Manip: The Archive - Ch. 2 by Dirtyaim (Spike, NSFW)

Craft: I made wood carvings of Giles's drawings from First Date by diehardnick (worksafe)

Lego: Lego Buffy - Xander vs. Harmony! by tmcarlee (Xander, Harmony, worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy x Faith request ♥️ Kofi by somewillwin (Buffy, Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: ALYSON HANNIGAN as WILLOW ROSENBERG [S1] by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (Willow, worksafe)

Gifset: Faith Lehane in 3.17 Enemies by slayer-pride-parade (Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy the Vampire Slayer S1.E2 The Harvest (1998) by 51kas81 (Giles, Xander, Willow, worksafe)

[Recs & In Search Of]

Fanged Four (Darla, Angelus, Drusilla, and Spike) supercut video rec'd by jospangel

ISO: FeelingCool2513 seeks (queer) Fans in Europe [esp Germany]

[Fandom Discussions]

🔥Scooby Gang [unpopular opinion ask game] by coraniaid

SoS: Favourite petty moments [Willow] by nightshade and others

Game: Incorrect Quotes by various

Just got copy of Buffy Unmatched! Boardgame by soundresearch

POLL: Choose the season that the Scoobie's (and co.) had the best chemistry by Opening_Knowledge868

Dru should have warned him about turning his mother IMO by sushibananawater

Loving Dru by sugarintheboots

How would Kate have worked instead of Justine? [ATS] by SemperMuffins

POLL: Best Angel Duo/Relationship?? by raebaybay_

POLL: Is Wishverse Buffy more similar to Kendra or Faith? by hthbellhop76

Characters you felt sorry for even if they were evil by IsabellaOliverfields

Observations when watching "The Wish" by aeryn1227

Im watching "the body" right now by Mitogi

Worst episode of Buffy by SinistralLeanings

I would like to atone for my previous dislike of season 3. It’s the best season. by MusntForgetThisName

POLL: Which of these "Love Interests" was your favorite thematically? by hhjmk9

A study in humanity... [soul lore thoughts on Angel, Spike, and Harmony] by reference404

Why didn't they just drug Angel to get Angelus out in S4 E10? [ATS] by Foreveralonewithrage

The "Shanshu" prophecy by henzINNIT

What's a rogue Demon? by Exiled-Devotion

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EVENT: Buffy Bash: A Night to Slay Demons and Celebrate the Chosen One [June 10th in CA, USA] via Reddit

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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what’s your damage (eliot spencer x reader)

summary: after a particularly rough job, eliot turns to you for comfort.

pairing: eliot spencer x reader

words: 1612

trigger warnings: mention of injury, smut (includes riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex)

notes: thank you to @myhoneybeeheart and @lovelycarose for listening to me screeching about leverage. you’re both lovely and i will be contacting you the second i begin my next eliot fic 💖💖

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It’s not as if Eliot can’t take a beating. Or torture. Or being Sophie’s punching bag when they needed an aversion so Parker wouldn’t be noticed as she stole whatever the fuck it was they were stealing this time.

But somewhere between Nate resetting his broken nose, taking down three guys with swords (swords!), and scrolling through the entire encrypted folder full of pictures and videos of you and himself in varying states of decency – he just became too much for him. It’s not as if Eliot has some sort of pseudo mental break – it’s just that he normally enters your shared home with more joy, more spark.

He’s always tired when he comes back from jobs, it’s part of the…well, job. But even as you stand in the kitchen and hear his key turn in the lock, you can tell something’s off.

Eliot – quiet as ever – closes the door and turns to look at you and whatever it is you’re eating (or, were eating, since your attention had zeroed in on him the second he texted you that he was “on the way home” in a much easier code than usual), not bothering to see if you follow him to wherever it is he’s going (you do – you always do).

Wordlessly he drops his keys onto the counter, stalking towards the living room before stumbling onto the couch with the grace of a parking structure collapsing during a devasting earthquake – the bags in his hands falling onto the hardwood floor in the same manner. He doesn’t even untie his shoes when usually he takes them off the second he comes in the door.

All of it, everything he had or hadn’t done, pointed to one conclusion: he’s fucking exhausted.

Just as mute as he is, you return to the kitchen to grab the supplies necessary to steal an Eliot.

Once those have been gathered, you find the love of your life in the exact position you left him – nearly asleep even as he sits upright.

He notices when you enter the room, opens his eyes just enough to see the sadness and worry that’s painted your face. He says nothing.

Let me take of you, the look says, handing him the ice pack.

He takes it and places it at the top of his spine, pressing against the couch to keep it in place. Though he remains speechless, the avoidance of eye contact and everything else he’d done up until that moment are enough to tell you that he accepts whatever it is you want to give him.

You start with Eliot’s shoes – untying them before pulling them and his socks off and putting them in the mudroom to be cleaned at a later time. On your way back to the couch you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom along with the small trash can, placing them next to you as you sit next to him.

Neither of you say anything for a long time – the grocery bag nearly filled before Eliot turns to face you.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You let out a little snort as you rub the last bit of antiseptic into the scratches on his bicep. You’d have to go to the store soon, you note.

“Yeah,” you leave a small kiss on the part of his arm not mangled and slathered with various over the counter disinfectants. “Made me feel better when I missed you the most.”

Neither of you says much else, especially as you notice the growing bugle in his pants and the hitch in Eliot’s breath when your fingertips graze over the seam there.

You gulp ever so slightly before you unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough so that you can free his aching cock from its confines. Eliot moans at the rush of cool air, lips barely parted as he desperately tries to strain his bruised ribs. You consider just wrapping your lips around him until he comes down your throat and calling it a night – bruises and cuts on his face nearly too much for you.

But then he begs, and fuck it triggers something deep in you, something you didn’t know existed. Men like Eliot Spencer don’t beg, they barely bargain or negotiate , let alone throw their heads back and twist their hands in your hair so they can lightly tug at the follicles and ask “please, baby” ever so beautifully.

“What?” you ask, furrowed brow and jutted bottom lip the picture of cluelessness as you spit on his cock, slowly jerking him as your pussy tightens around nothing.

Eliot sighs ever so slightly – not annoyed but still frustrated. “Baby, please –,” his eyes roll back as you lick the underside of his shaft. “Fuck I’ve missed that pretty pussy so fucking much please, I love your mouth and your hands but please let me inside of you, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I left. Please-“

He babbles on while you sit there, stunned. Eliot’s not the most quiet person you’ve ever met, but rarely laid himself bare like that.

Another wave of arousal hits you as you swallow the spit that had gathered on your tongue, nodding silently as you strip yourself of your shorts and Eliot’s sweatshirt before positioning yourself in his lap.

He reaches for you, wincing a little as one of his hands find the back of your neck. It’s not as if he ever had to pull you in for a kiss, but especially now you make the effort to close the gap between the two of you.

Eliot’s hands move to your waist as you guide him inside you, palms and fingertips rough from years of combat and whatever else he got himself into.

“Oh God,” you moan, one of your own hands cupping his face as the other moves to grip at the back of the couch. The rest of your body stays in place – giving both of you a second to savor what you both had been craving for the past seven long, grueling days. “God, I missed this.”

Eliot lets out a small hng as you kiss at his neck, teeth scraping against the stubble on his jaw. “Me t-too,” he manages to get out, brain focused on the feeling of your velvet cunt along with not causing more trauma to his very injured body. It’s a delicate battle between the two most consuming feelings he’s ever had the fortune of being overwhelmed by: adoration for you, and deep, all-encompassing pain. “God, I thought about this nonstop since I left.”

You give a little snort, beginning to move as desperation comes crawling back, settling itself over you skin and in your core. It’s good, so good you’re nearly overwhelmed. But Eliot’s injured, and you’re the only one who can get both of you off, so at least one part of you – however how small – has to remain present.

“That it?” you ask, peppering his face with small kisses as you continue to slowly ride his cock. “That’s all you missed?”

It takes a second for Eliot to respond – brain lost in the euphoria, nearly drowning as your cunt envelopes his cock over and over and over again.

“Missed cuddling you,” he replies eventually, voice even deeper than before. “Missed waking up with you curled up on my ch-chest, fuck,” you know he’s getting closer, but you refuse to stop - refuse to let him stop, too. “Missed cooking for you and s-seeing you in my clothes.”

You smile, kissing him once more as he continues to rub at your clit. “Is that all?”

Eliot gulps, trying to find that laser focus that allowed him to kick ass but short-circuited the second he crossed the threshold and saw you, swallowed by his sweatshirt with a face filled with concern. “Missed how you moan when my fingers first enter you, how beautiful you look when you come. Missed your tits and how fucking gorgeous you sound when you moan my n- oh shit-“

He could feel how close you are, how tight you’re becoming around him as the tectonic plates in your abdomen come closer to fracturing with each passing second.

“C’mon, baby,” his thumb circles tighter and tighter around your clit, other hand in a death grip on your hip as your movements become more frantic. “Come for me – come around my cock.”

And, God do you come.

“Eliot!” you scream – whole body spasming as you tighten your grip on him, all of him before collapsing against Eliot, your lips crashing against his as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck-“ he moans into your mouth, panting against your lips. “Fuck, baby I’m-“

He comes inside of you with a long, deep grunt – whole body tensing under you as you remain panting on his chest. There’s a long, sustained silence as he remains inside of you, reveling in the feeling of having you in his arms again. For a long while – most of his life, really – he didn’t think he could have something like this. Even with Aimee it always felt off somehow, something always felt like it was missing whenever they were together.

Eliot’s never had that problem with you. It scared him at first – still does sometimes, too. But moments like these make it worth it.

You’re the one to break the silence, voice soft as you speak.

“As good as you remembered?” you ask, tracing random patterns onto the well-worn t-shirt. You move to kiss Eliot once more, noticing how less tense he seemed.

Eliot smiles despite the pain, pressing his lips to your hairline. “Even better.”

#lukis writes stuff #leverage #eliot spencer #eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer smut #is this niche? yes #do i care? no #pls talk to me about leverage i have many thoughts

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ao3feed-leverage · 4 years

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Work Bitch [Fanvid]

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kJEONf

by Tafadhali

Team Leverage gets to work (b**ch)!

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Covid Co-vids

Fandoms: Leverage

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Eliot Spencer (Leverage), Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Nathan Ford, Parker (Leverage), Alec Hardison, Tara Cole

Relationships: Team Leverage & Team Leverage

Additional Tags: Friendship, Crimes & Criminals, Canon Relationships, Song: Work Bitch (Britney Spears), It's Britney Bitch, Fanvids, Embedded Video

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kJEONf

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #leverage

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blaineandsamevanderson · 6 years

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Title: The Full Moon Job Ch.2

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Leverage

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Scott McCall/Malia Tate Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Rating: PG

Summary: An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had

Link to fic: AO3

To he honest, the back of a closed veterinary clinic wasn’t even on Alec’s Top 10 List of Weird Places to Run A Con From. They didn’t even have to break in (which disappointed Parker) and he could admit his heart lurched when the back door was opened by a somber faced man in a tan sheriff’s uniform.

Nate of course didn’t miss a beat, pulling an obnoxious persona out of thin air. “You’re not Clancy!” He barked, wagging a finger at the sheriff. “Where is that no good son of a pickle? I swear, if he gave me drunk directions again...Cookie! Cookie, didn’t I say he sounded drunk?”

“Oh yeah!” Sophie continued, soft voice gone nasal and sharp. “Lemme call him, maybe he’s sobered up by now….”

The sheriff held up a hand to cut her off. “Very believable, but I know who you are, Mr. Ford. Come in.”

Huh.

That was not at all expected, but the man wasn’t giving off any of the classic ‘Gonna do some arresting tonight’ vibes. His hand wasn’t on his gun and though he had clearly pegged Eliot as the most physically threatening he wasn’t posturing.

The next surprise came when they actually entered the animal clinic and found it packed with teenagers - exhausted looking teenagers - and a handful of adults. Around the room, Alec could see soda cans, pizza boxes and sleeping bags, clear signs that this was being used as a makeshift shelter.

What the hell was happening here?

“Peter,” Nate said, addressing a man of about Eliot’s age with a goatee and lean, handsome features. “You mentioned something about a self styled fascist flooding your town with guns and trying to murder children.”

“Nate,” the man, Peter, replied. “I did and there is indeed a genocidal geriatric running around. Rumors put you running a team of Robin Hoods...I thought there’s be more of you after hearing about San Lorenzo.”

“We’re more than capable as is,” Sophie said with one of her charming, reassuring smiles.

“Spencer.”

The name was spoken by a slim, bearded man in a leather jacket and Alce was shocked to see that Eliot didn’t look annoyed.

“Argent,” Eliot replied, taking a few steps forward and exchanging one of those forearm gripping warrior handshakes with the other man. “What’s happening that you can’t handle?”

Okay, so Eliot respected this guy. Which meant the situation was probably even more dire than anticipated.

Argent sighed. “My father is organizing Hunters who don’t follow the code in an attempt to wipe out every supernatural being in Beacon Hills. He’s arming civilians, feeding their fear and innocents have already died.”

“Also there’s an ancient shapeshifter called and Anuk-Ite running around that enhances fear and hate and breeds violence because that’s its idea of a Country Kitchen Buffet,” a pale, dark haired young man added, making Argent grimace and incline his head in agreement.

Before they could continue, Alec held up a finger. “I’m sorry, Supernatural beings? Hunters? Shape shifters? Are Sam and Dean gonna pop out of the closet next...and that wasn’t a double entendre though Dean and Castile do give me reason to think maybe...Nevermind.”

“That show has a lot of inaccuracies,” a grumpy looking man who could play Superman on a CW show (if he ever was introduced to a razor) muttered.

“Really? That’s the problem you have with...What the hell?!”

Around the room, eyes began to glow, golds, blue and crimson.

“Look, we don’t really have time to ease you into the whole Werewolves exist thing ns for that I’m sorry,” a young Latino with a kind face and those red eyes said. His eyes returned to a warm brown as he continued, “We’re real, we’re in danger and we could use your help.”

Parker jabbed a ginger into Eliot’s ribs. “You knew!” She accused, not sounding nearly freaked out enough.

Actually, Nate and Sophie were taking things in stride too and Eliot merely nodded. “I knew.”

“Right!” Nate said, calling everyone’s attention. “I’m going to need a full briefing on the situation, also names and abilities as I assume most of you won’t sit on the sidelines while we’re working.”

“Scott McCall, I’m an Alpha,” said the handsome Latino kid.

The pretty redhead spoke next. “Lydia Martin, Banshee.”

“Stiles Stilinski, human,” said the fast talker and Hardison glanced at the name badge the Sheriff wore. His kid clearly.

“I’m a werecoyote. Name’s Malia,” a leggy brunette said from where she was glaring at a burly boy.

“Kira Yukimura. Kitsune,” the beautiful Japanese girl in Marvel leggings told them.

The rest of the introductions were just as fast.

“Isaac, werewolf.” The tall blond guy beside “Danny Mahealani, human.”

“Liam Dunbar, werewolf.” Small, younger guy in need of s haircut. Burly was standing near him. “Theo, chimera.”

“I’m Mason, human, and he’s Corey, a chameleon chimera.” A young brother holding a book and the nervous looking kid huddled close to him.

Look up rich douchebag in the dictionary and you’d find, “Jackson, werewolf kanima.”

“Ethan, werewolf.” Another Abercrombie looking guy.

Furry Superman was, “Derek, werewolf.”

“Peter Hale,werewolf.” Nate’s acquaintance.

Eliot’s buddy was, “Chris Argent.”

“Melissa McCall.” Clearly Scott’s mom...and also very hot.

“Sheriff Noah Stilinski.” The sheriff.

“Deputy Jordan Parrish, hellhound.” Yet another model looking guy.

What was in the water?

“Okay, I’m Nate, this is Sophie, Eliot, Hardison and Parker. Let’s go steal us a town’s sanity.”

TBC....

#Leverage #Teen Wolf #fic

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fablesrose · 6 months

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S2 Ch 4 - The Beantown Bailout Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: The team is reunited in Boston and help a father-daughter pair with the mob.

Words: 5498

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I woke up a little earlier than I normally do, got dressed and walked across the hall. I entered with my spare key and started making breakfast and coffee.

After the whole deal with Blackpoole, Nate was looking for a fresh start, and he decided that that would look like living close to me in Boston. He stayed with me for a few weeks while he got his stuff in order, and then the condo across the hall opened up. He decided to stay close. I didn’t mind, it meant I could keep an eye on him, make sure he was doing okay, especially since he stopped drinking, almost cold turkey.

I heard him walk down the stairs, “what are you doing here?

I looked up to see him in a well pressed suit, “well, it’s your first day at this new job isn’t it?”

I finished up the breakfast I was making right as the coffee maker indicated it was done. I handed them both to him at the counter before dishing myself a plate.

“Thank you, y/n.” He started to sip on his mug, “Do you have work going on today?”

“I’m vetting possible clients, but no projects, why?”

“Just curious. Uh, Sophie has a musical tonight, here in Boston. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Sure, sounds fun.” I halfway entertained the idea of everyone else being there, but the chances of that were slim. But imagining seeing Eliot again was still a bit fun.

He left shortly after, I finished cleaning up and returned to my own apartment. It was only a few hours later when I heard the door across the hall slam closed. I quickly called Nate.

“Yeah?”

“Was that you that just slammed your door closed?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing back already? It’s not even lunch time.”

“I quit.”

“What?”

“It was just too much.”

I sighed, “Okay.”

“I also helped this girl and her dad get out of a car wreck.”

“What?!”

“I’m a bit worried about them, something seems off. I might go visit them in the hospital again sometime…”

“Okay…”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay.”

The things this man gets himself into…

He knocked on my door that evening, walking in when I called him. I looked at the outfit he was wearing and looked at my own to see we were both in a nicer casual.

“Cool, let me grab my keys.”

We arrived at the theater with plenty of time to spare. As we looked around the opening foyer I heard a voice at the front desk.

“Parker. No, just one name.”

I touched Nate’s arm to point out that Parker was here. Soon as we looked around, I saw that the rest of the crew had come as well. We greeted each other before Sophie came out and said hi.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Hardison commented to Sophie.

“You know, not as well as I act, but yeah.”

Hardison and Parker made a bit of horrified eye contact that left me confused. Hardison saw this and shook his head as if to say, ‘don’t ask.’

There was an awkward moment between Nate and Sophie before Sophie insisted on us all meeting up afterwards before she dashed off.

I guess it was time for the show.

It was awful, and that’s all that needs to be said.

We all went to McRory’s pub after the show. Sophie was distraught as Parker rad some of the reviews.

“Never before has a production of The Sound of Music made me root for the Nazis.”

I cringed a bit in sympathy.

Eliot sat down at the bar with Nate, he was surprised that he had stopped drinking, “how do you know about this place then?”

“We rent condos upstairs,” I told him.

“Condos? Plural?”

I looked at Nate, “we each needed our own space.”

Eliot only nodded.

Sophie stopped Parker, “No there is nothing you can say to make me feel better.”

“I know what can make you feel better. We should steal something.”

Nate opposed.

“Yes, we could do it together!” Sophie finally seemed excited.

“I like this. Get right back up on the bike.” Eliot commented

“Bike of crime,” Parker added.

“Didn’t you earlier tell me how great your new lives were?” Nate asked.

“Yeah, well, I stole the Hope Diamond.” Parker said, “Then I put it back. Yeah, because I was bored. Didn’t care.”

“I spent three days hacking the White House email. No buzz.”

“See?” Sophie pointed.

“But we are doing some pretty hinky stuff in Pakistan. Hinky…”

“Look, I’m miserable. They’re miserable…” Sophie said to Nate before asking Eliot, “Okay, what have you been doing the last six months?”

He hesitated, “I was in Pakistan…”

I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged.

“You… You see what you did?” Hardison asked Nate, “You took the world’s best criminals, hitter, hacker, grifter, thief. You took us and you broke us.”

“No, no. I… What I did, I taught you how to help people. That’s all.” Nate argued.

“Exactly.”

“This is the problem with being the good guy! It gets under your skin.” Eliot explained.

I just took a sip of my mild drink, watching this all happen.

“Look Nate,” Sophie said, “you have to have some poor little lost soul somewhere who needs a little extra legal aid.”

“Look, we agreed that we would just move on.”

“Yeah, but… we’re thieves!”

“Not me! Look, it was great. It was fun, it was wonderful while it lasted, but, you know, I was drunk for most of the time to be honest with you-”

“But you were good,” Eliot interrupted.

“You were the best.”

“We were the best.”

I smiled over my glass, watching them wear Nate down. This was good for him, they were good for him.

“Listen, I owe all of you, and I’m very proud of what we did, I really am, but… I got my life back and I intend to keep it that way.”

My smile fell. I tried to stare him down, but Nate was pointedly avoiding eye contact.

“And I am not a thief.” He stood from the bar and walked out, “it was great to see all of ya. Good night.”

I stood as well, “I’m sorry about him, maybe stick around town for a while? It was nice to see you guys again.”

“Don’t worry about it y/n. It was good to see you too.” Eliot said before everyone else said their goodbyes.

I caught up to Nate on the stairs.

“‘I got my life back?’ Nate, you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore!”

“Y/n, I’m going straight. I’m gonna get a job, a normal job! I’ll figure it out.”

“You better, because these guys saved you better than I ever could. Don’t throw them away.”

He looked at me, “Okay.”

“Okay, I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late.”

He waved me off as I stepped into my apartment. I contemplated working a bit more, but decided against it and went straight up to my room and crashed.

The next day I felt bad for what I said. I looked at the clock and figured he would probably be up by now, even if he quit his job. I walked across the hall, but could hear lots of things happening inside Nate’s apartment.

I knocked on the door and gently pushed it open, sticking my head in. “Nate?”

“Get out of there!”

“What?” I saw Nate was on the couch and he was looking towards the kitchen. I stepped in further to see that the whole crew was there in Nate’s apartment.

Nate looked over to me and waved me in further into the apartment as if to say, ‘fine, come on in.’

“What are you guys doing here? Get all this stuff out of here, you’re planning something I know it. Come on, get out of my house, out!” Nate got off the couch and started trying to shew the team away.

“Someone tried to kill you last night.”

“What?!”

Everyone snapped their heads over to me with a slightly guilty expression.

“I’m fine.”

Eliot turned back to Nate, “What do you want us to do man? You want us to just blow town, let you figure it out?”

“Yes, actually, that’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Nate.” I gave him a pointed look, “what did we talk about last night? If someone tried to kill you then we’re gonna need some help.”

“We’re nothing y/n, you’re not getting involved with this.”

“Bullcrap, I’m a grown ass woman, and you obviously are acting like a child!”

Sophie interjected, not letting that go too far, “We found the phone number of the hospital in your pocket, Nate. We know what you did. We know you saved that guy’s life and the little girl, and we’re all really proud of you!”

I sat next to Eliot at the table, Parker on my other side, dressed like a nun, as he applauded Nate.

“Look, nobody else is gonna help that guy and his little girl, okay?” Hardison said seriously, “that’s what we do, we help people.”

Nate just continued to make coffee.

“By the way, I compared Sophie’s description of your attacker to the accident footage from the security camera.” He typed away at his laptop, “Do you realize that on average, people are caught on security cameras thirteen times a day?”

“That’s crazy,” I commented and Hardison nodded at me.

“It is crazy, but we can track him…” He trailed off, “I lost him in this.”

I peaked over the table to see the man on camera take papers out of the briefcase he stole from the man in the crash and dash off.

“Yeah, well, I found this empty briefcase belonging to Matt Kerrigan at that intersection” Eliot told Nate who was becoming more interested.

“It’s, uh, Boston Commonwealth Bank right?”

“No,” Nate corrected, “First Independent Boston. That’s where Kerrigan works, come on.”

I smiled, Hardison seeming to have the same thought as me.

“Who’s this guy?” Eliot pointed at the laptop, and I followed where he was pointing.

“You don’t know, do you? It’s Kerrigan’s boss, that guy, Leary.” Nate brushed off the stares he got from the crew.

“Well, who’s the other guy?”

“It’s not clear enough for facial recognition.”

“Well the problem is, those two cats went down to the safety deposit boxes.”

Parker stood, “which is the only room in every bank with absolutely no cameras.”

“Which means we up, baby,” Hardison stood and finished his priest outfit to fit with Parker’s nun. “They tried to kill Kerrigan for what was in the briefcase… We’re gonna steal it back.” He continued as the two of them left.

Eliot laughed, “She’s dressed that way because she’s doin’ a con…”

“What, you thought she was dressed like a nun for no reason?” Nate asked.

“It’s Parker,” Eliot pointed out.

“I didn’t question it either Nate,” I raised my hand. Eliot pointed at me appreciatively.

“Well, fair enough,” Nate conceded. “Okay, I want you out of my house, out.” Naate continued after a moment. He explained that he was going to get cleaned up and he wasn’t involved with any of it. He wanted everything out of his house.

After he went up stairs I turned to Sophie and Eliot who were still there, “you guys can stay, if you need to hide from him pop over to my place across the hall.” I stood from the table and walked towards the door, “keep me in the loop please, I wanna know what's going on!”

“We will, y/n, thank you!” Sophie called.

I heard Eliot mention something about all of Nate’s sports channels before I closed the door behind me.

It was a few hours later when Sophie called me back over to Nate’s place. I saw that they had really set up shop in his living room, practically begging for his participation. They gave me a quick recap of what happened, Parker and Hardison going to the bank and retrieving the files Kerrigan had, and then Eliot going to the mob’s fake businesses running into some mob people in the process.

Eliot unpacked a duffel, “This is all the stuff I found in the warehouse, in the boxes.”

Clothing and calendars clearly from the ‘80s were tossed around. I laughed as Parker put on a jacket with the largest shoulder pads I had ever seen.

“This stuff hasn’t left the warehouse since the 1980s” Sophie commented.

“I feel like a robot,” Parker swung her arms around while in the jacket.

“Wait, so if these are supposed to be just fake businesses, how come their financials are so squeaky clean?” Sophie asked.

I tilted my head and was about to speak when Nate beat me to it.

“Because they’re fake businesses.” He paused and tried to justify himself a bit before he continued when no one else commented, “Sophie, how do you catch mob guys?”

“Uh, two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily.”

“How does the government catch mob guys?” He amended.

“Taxes,” multiple people answered.

“Eh, that’s how they got Capone,” Hardison commented.

“That’s how they get everybody,” Sophie added, “they never get you for the crime, they always get you for the taxes. It’s not really fair.”

“So thirty years ago the O’Hares got very smart,” Nate started with his explanation. “You see, they set up all these shell companies: fake sales, fake receipts. They launder all their money through them.”

“And everybody in the family gets a salary,” Hardison realizes. “Yeah, they pay withholding, payroll taxes, pension. It’s all old school.”

“That’s why the businesses are clean,” Eliot adds, “They’re dirty from the inside.”

I found it fascinating how they bounced off each other so easily, it almost seemed like it was rehearsed. Like perhaps they were egging Nate on.

“Well, yeah, if you have a body in the trunk of your car, you’re gonna drive under the speed limit, aren’t you?” Nate explained.

“You know, when you’re sober your metaphors get creepier,” Parker tells him.

“I mean, he’s not wrong though.” Everyone turned towards me and I shrugged.

“But, wait wait,” Hardison interjects, “that still doesn’t explain the last six months of running up bad loans.”

“All from a bank that’s about to close” Sophie mentions.

“Close?” Nate asked. “No, not close. Get bailed out.” Nate stood from where he was perched on his desk and approached us, “Look, we got a banker in the pocket of the mob. Mob takes out bad loans, cleans out the bank, knowing, three days from now, the government’s gonna come along and then, you know, bail the bank out.”

Eliot sat next to me on the couch as Nate stepped to the front of the group as he explained their operation. I smiled at him and how his knee brushed against mine before turning back to Nate.

“I mean, it’s perfect. You know, I don’t even think it’s illegal. It’s…” He paused, looking out the window before turning back to us, “I mean, if we were gonna do this… this job…”

“Just this one job,” Sophie said.

“Yes, just this one… I mean the con you’d wanna do…”

“Hypothetically,” Hardison added.

“Hypothetically, you know, is the turnabout, of course.”

“Ohh, that is a good one!” Sophie cheers.

I looked back and forth from her to Nate. I have never felt so lost.

“You know, it takes five people to do the turnabout,” Eliot mentions.

“That’s true, there's just four of us,” Sophie said.

“And a half,” Eliot glances at me with a shrug, “just saying.”

I smirked as Nate glared at the two of us.

“One more person, hmm,” Parker eggs a bit.

“Yeah, we gotta scare the banker into turning against the mob,” Nate said contemplatively. “Alright. Alright, we’ll do this job, just this one.”

The rest humbly agreed with him, acting as if it were a surprise.

“Hardison, you and Parker, you’re gonna be on the badge,” Nate directed. “Eliot, sheepdog. Sophie-”

“Ice queen!” She completed.

“And I’m the bag man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go call a professional killer who tried to murder me and arrange to meet him in an isolated location.”

I slowly raised my hand.

“You are going to stay here. You’ll be lucky if you get to participate in this one.”

I sighed, “Fair… I guess. Can you tell me what a turnabout con is?”

“All in due time.” He walked off, presumably to make his phone call.

“See that? He did miss us!” Sophie awed.

“More than he’d like to admit, that’s for sure,” I looked at all of them before adding, “but I didn’t tell you that.”

They all smiled and nodded, Hardison making a zipped lips motion.

Everyone got ready for their respective roles, and while I wasn’t involved, they let me out of the apartment to observe, and maybe help a little. I came along with Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. I waited around the corner until Eliot finished his intimidating stare passing by Leary. When he came around the corner, he handed me a few of the mini explosive charges to help place them on the wall of the bank.

“Hey, this detonator, if I’m around the corner, is it still gonna be in range?” Eliot asked Hardison while we walked away.

“Should be. I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet… Sometimes the things just go off,” Hardison answered.

I blanched a bit, “What?”

Eliot stopped him, “Wait, hey. I thought you said this thing was safe.”

“Mostly. Mostly safe. I was very specific. Sometimes the frequencies get messed up.”

“What frequencies, man? Huh? I got these things in my pants,” Eliot scrambled, reaching into his pockets.

“Like, uh, you know, a garage door opener, a car alarm.”

Just then a woman came out of the bank and accidentally set off her car alarm near us. Eliot and I flinched and I became very aware of the few left over explosives in my hand.

I quickly shoved them into Hardison’s hands, “take them.”

Eliot was still digging them out of his pockets when Parker asked Hardison, “what are the odds that Eliot’s crotch will actually explode?”

“Dammit Hardison,” Eliot exclaimed as he walked off.

I cringed in sympathy while Hardison laughed. He called Sophie to get an update. Everything seemed to be going to plan with Nate and Sophie having an in with the mob and we went to meet them back at Nate’s apartment with the exception of Eliot who would stick around for Leary. He would set off the explosives acting like gunshots once he came out of the bank.

Once Nate came back and it was determined he was no worse for wear, he decided he was going to go visit the Kerrigans.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I asked, while I knew he was much better with hospitals now, it didn’t hurt to have someone with him.

He contemplated for a second before nodding.

Once we arrived at the father’s hospital room, we approached the daughter sitting next to him. Nate said hi first and then introduced me to her. I sat next to her with Nate standing on the other side of the bed.

She was fiddling with a necklace she had on, but stopped when she noticed I had noticed, “Nervous habit.”

I nodded, “what is that?”

She picked it up again to look at it, “St. Brigid. My mother’s name. Dad got it for me after she died.”

“So how are you doing?” Nate asked her after a moment.

Her face twisted in disappointment, “They say the accident is his fault.”

“No,” Nate quickly replied, “No, now listen, your dad, he found some papers at work, and he was trying to figure out what they meant, and he got a little too close to something…”

“No, but it’s not his fault. It was my fault," she insisted.

I placed my hand on her shoulder, “No, no, it wasn’t your fault.”

“He said something was bothering him at work. I told him to call the police, and now… now they…” she trailed off before speaking again. “There are wolves in the world. That’s what dad says, ‘be careful, Zoe. There are wolves in the world.’”

Nate nodded and circled the bed to crouch next to her, “He was not wrong.”

She grasped her father’s hand, “so the world’s just like this, huh? Bad people do bad things, and they always get away with it. Nobody stops them.”

I looked at Nate who had the same grim look on his face as I did. We stayed for a little bit longer, but it soon came time to get back.

The plan was coming to its final act. Hardison passed out new earbuds while explaining that they were more comfortable and even better than before. I put one in and realized that they were more comfortable than I remembered them.

“Okay, if this works, our friend Mr. Leary, he goes to the State Police, he runs, he spills his guts. Eliot, make sure he gets there.”

“I’m on it.”

“Wait, Eliot,” Nate called him, looking at me.

He turned back.

“Take y/n with you. Keep her safe, please. She should be good with surveillance.”

I smiled before following Eliot.

Nate grabbed my arm when I passed, “Be careful.”

“I will.”

We didn’t talk much when watching for Leary. We quickly followed when he got in his car and drove off. Everything seemed to be going great at first. Nate was talking to the O’Hares when Leary started making a few wrong turns if he were going to the police.

“Eliot, where is he going?”

He grunted, “I don’t know yet.”

Soon he pulled into the harbor and we quickly swung around to the other side before following on foot.

“Eliot, y/n, is Leary with the cops? We don’t have a lot of room for error,” Nate asked through the comms.

“Uh, slight problem Nate,” I responded.

“Leary drove down to the waterfront, dumped his car. He’s headin’ right for you.” Eliot tucked me behind him when Leary walked past.

“He was supposed to go to the cops.”

“Well then I don’t know what he’s doing,” Eliot responded to Nate before turning to me. “I’m gonna follow him, you go back to the car, I don’t know what’s going on. Stay safe and out of sight from the mob guys.”

I opened my mouth, but didn’t say anything. I quickly closed it and nodded before turning back towards the car we came in. As much as I wanted to help, I was in way over my head here. On the way to the car, there was a group of mob guys approaching. I quickly ducked behind some junk and debris and held my breath as they passed by my hiding spot. I peeked around to see that there was one who stuck around the area of my escape route. Luckily he was far enough away to not notice me, but if I moved too much, or tried to run, that wasn’t guaranteed.

I whispered, hoping Hardison was right that the comm would pick it up, “Eliot, be careful, there's mob guys coming your way.”

“Okay, guys, it’s not O’Hare,” I heard Nate through my comm.

“What?” Sophie asked.

“Uh, no. O’Hare is not the boss is what I’m saying.”

“No. This whole con was built around O’Hare.”

“Ooh, they’re probably gonna shoot Nate in the face,” Parker said.

“Uh, Parker, I can hear you.”

I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. I kept peeking around to see that the mob guy was still there, just smoking a cigarette leisurely.

Parker apologized as Sophie emphasized our predicament.

“Alright, listen, we’re gonna have to make this one up as we go.”

I listened as Nate talked to O’Hare and Leary, trying to smooth over some wrinkles. I peeked out again to see the guy had finished his cigarette and walked off in the same direction as the previous group. I waited for him to pass and get far enough away before dashing off to the car. Luckily there was nobody else in the way of me getting further from the warehouse. I slipped in the car with a sigh of relief and locked myself in. I eagerly listened to my comm to find out what was going on.

There was some grunting and rustling that seemed to come from Eliot, “Alright, alright!”

“Eliot?” I asked, “Are you okay?”

I only heard an intentional hum in reply before Eliot whispered to someone, “You better know what you’re doing.”

There was a beat before Nate called, “Hey, hey, he’s got a state trooper badge!”

I could hear other people talking, but not what they were saying before Eliot whispered a “woah.”

Then I heard more clearly from O’Hare, “you kill him. I fixed Kerrigan’s breaks, I’m not killing a cop!”

“Look, you screwed up Kerrigan!” Leary replied.

“No, uh, he’s right. You’re right. He’s-” Nate stuttered along before he was cut off by what sounded like gunshots.

I yelled, “Nate? Eliot? Guys, what’s going on?!”

Hardison responded in my ear, “it’s all good, just stay put, we got this.”

Sophie started speaking in character, “has he got a wire? Come on Ford, get with it! Check him for a wire!”

I sighed in relief, they’ve got this.

“Yes, right on it,” Nate responded.

“This isn’t how we do it in Boston,” I heard O’Hare say.

“Really? This is exactly how we do it in London, except we usually use a razor blade.”

I shivered at the connotation, Sophie could be scary while in character.

“No wire… He has his cellphone though!” Nate called.

“Hit redial, see who he called,” Sophie said to Leary once he said there was no speed dial number saved. “Leary, right? Annie Kroy,” Sophie introduced herself, “nice little number with the banks there. It’s a shame the rest of your operation’s a bit of a balls-up.”

I heard someone’s phone ringing before Leary asked, “O’Hare? Why was a cop’s last phone call to you?”

I was confused too, I thought back and Eliot never called O’Hare. I realized though, that Nate was supposed to call O’Hare after Eliot and I left. Nate must have given them his phone instead!

“This is… This is a setup,” O’Hare tried to explain.

“How is this a setup?” Leary asked. “She shot the cop.”

“Yeah, and he’s the one that dialed the phone,” Sophie added.

“You didn’t want us to shoot him either, did you?” Leary accused, “Why, did you know him?”

“It wasn’t like that! Come on, you know I was in this thing from the beginning.”

I smiled hearing them bicker and turn on each other. This team sure does know how to create chaos.

“Why… why would I be involved?”

Leary called for his people to follow him, so I assumed O’Hare ran away.

Eliot stashed the car in a spot where I could see Hardison and Parker peel around the corner towards the warehouse where it sounded like they picked up O’Hare. I listened as they got O’Hare to admit to the bank fraud, Leary’s part in it, as well as the Kerrigan hit.

“Yes!” I cheered, “Hardison, did you record that?”

I heard it played back in my ear as a confirmation.

“Those were the state cops who questioned me!” Leary was back in the warehouse, supposedly with Sophie and Nate.

“Well, do they got any evidence?” Sophie asked.

“No, no, nothing real, just O’Hare’s word against mine.”

“And no documents?”

“No. No, no, I have those. But Kerrigan saw them.”

“And there’s just one problem,” Nate said, “we’re screwed if he wakes up.”

“He won’t,” Leary replied, “Kerrigan’s the last loose end. I’ll take care of him myself.”

“Hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, wait. What about him?”

“Him? Hey, I never touched him. Your fingerprints are all over him. I’ll clean up my mess, you clean up yours.”

I scoffed at how much of a scummy guy Leary was, “Did he really just say that?”

“Afraid so, y/n,” Nate replied. “So, how’d you do it?”

I heard a grunt from Eliot, “Detonator… Ketchup.”

“Ah, the classics.”

“Is that what those gunshots were?” I asked.

“Yes, dear, Eliot had a lovely death scene,” Sophie answered excitedly.

Eliot met me back at the car, sliding into the driver's seat.

“Are you okay?” I asked one more time.

He smiled at me, “Yeah, I might be a little sore, but fine.” He looked down at his chest, “need a new shirt though.”

I looked at his shirt, and sure enough, he had holes and ketchup everywhere causing me to laugh.

“Were you okay?” He asked me as he put the car in drive.

“Yeah, just had to play hide and seek with some mob guys before getting here, but all good. I was entertained listening to the whole affair from here.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk as we drove back to the apartment.

It was a few days later when Kerrigan was well enough to come into the pub where Nate handed over a check. It was from the IRS for Kerrigan finding the tax fraud. He thanked us and started to walk away, but Zoe stayed for a moment.

She hugged me and then Nate, thanking us as well. “There are wolves in the world,” she said while looking at all of us, “but sometimes they’re the good guys, I guess.” She took Nate’s hand and placed what I saw was her necklace in it.

Nate admired it after she walked away.

“Still your last job?” Sophie asked him.

“Well, uh, maybe, um” Nate stumbled over his words, “I mean, you know, until I find a job I like enough, you know, to stay out of the bars.”

“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” Hardison said.

“And then I’m out, I’m done.”

The others agreed half heartedly, as if they didn’t believe him. For the record, I didn’t either. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison left, and I followed shortly after, leaving Nate and Sophie alone. It was a crazy life they all led, and I couldn’t help but think I couldn’t wait until the next time.

I climbed the stairs and glanced at Nate’s door to see it slightly ajar. Curious, I pushed it open and peaked in. Inside I saw Hardison start to set up some TVs.

“Hello?”

He looked up at me, “Oh, hey! You wanna come help me level this?”

I approached cautiously, but helped nevertheless, “What are these for?”

“These are awesome for briefings and watching cameras, sports too.”

“Where’s Parker and Eliot?”

“She’s grabbing some stuff, Eliot’s working next door.”

“Next door-”

The door opened and shut and I looked over to see Nate walk in.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing there?” He said once he saw us.

“I’m runnin’ this CAT-5 cable to the-”

“Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t understand. I don’t want to have these monitors in my apartment,” he explained before turning to me, “and why are you helping him?”

I shrugged, “I just didn’t ask questions.”

“Coming through!” Parker came in holding a large painting.

Nate backtracked towards her, “No! Parker, no! Not that painting! I don’t ever want to see that painting.”

Parker stopped and waved it in front of her as she spoke in a funny voice, “Hi, I’m old Nate and I live here too!”

“You can’t just break in here and start hanging stuff…”

Hardison stopped him, “For repairs and renovations, your landlord has full access to your dwellings. It’s in the lease.”

That made me pause, “What?”

“What are you doing reading my lease?”

“I bought the building!”

“You bought the…”

“You’re our landlord?” I hesitantly fist bumped Hardison when he offered it.

I flinched when a chainsaw noise started and followed Nate when he found where the noise was coming from. The chainsaw was coming from the other side of the wall through to Nate’s apartment.

Nate repeated no when he saw what was happening, but it was futile. Eliot walked in after cutting out a makeshift door covered in sawdust. He looked very proud of himself, but with the cloud of dust that came out, I couldn’t react other than sneeze.

Nate coughed before turning to me, “why didn’t they do this to your apartment? You’re the one who wanted them around.”

“Whoa,” Eliot said.

“We’re not gonna crash a lady’s apartment,” Hardison finished as if it were a no-brainer.

I huffed out a laugh and a shrug, not fighting it when Hardison and Parker wrapped their arms around Nate and I’s shoulders. What a day.

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#eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer #leverage #rewrite #slow burn #multichapter #nate ford #sophie devereaux #alec hardison #parker #ford!reader

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jaynaneeya · 6 years

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Happy Poeversary (ch 11)!

Here we are. It’s Halloween again. It’s been a year since Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 11: The Tell-Tale Heart was posted, and it is still the best freaking finale of anything I’ve ever seen. I probably sound like a broken record, but I seriously cannot overemphasize how incredibly high my expectations were, and how thoroughly they were transcended in every possible way.

Yes, I anticipated that Eddie would show up alive, revealing that he was involved in the murders. But this did not prepare me for the epic slow clap, the perfect sneering evil monologue, or the profoundly disturbing but also amazing neck touching revolving villains. I want to be angry with Eddie and the Brontës because they killed so many awesome characters, but I can’t because I love how fabulous they are. I mean, obviously I was glad they didn’t get away with it, but I’m pretty sure there has never been a better villain trio.

Of course, the biggest surprise of this episode was the Jane Austen flashback. I really wish I could have been at Buffer Fest and seen that for the first time in the midst of other fans. Like many others, my love for Pride and Prejudice led me to The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, which was what led me to Shipwrecked in the first place, and what I felt when the camera panned to Laura Spencer as Jane Austen cannot be described in words. If I hadn’t already been head over heels in love with this show, that probably would have clinched it. But the thing is, I was already head over heels in love with this show. They were already making one of the best things ever without this spectacular surprise cameo, but they still went above and beyond and gave us an extra treat they knew we would love. What did we do to deserve Shipwrecked?

And I haven’t even begun to describe half the things I love about this episode. Can we talk for a minute about the freaking soundtrack? Throughout the show, it’s utter perfection, but then in chapter 11 it actually changes the definition of perfection to something more perfect than it ever was before. If you don’t believe me, try watching that fight sequence with the sound muted. Not nearly as epic without that super intense rendition of the Poe Party theme, is it? And then the freaking extended theme over the end credits, like...that might be my favorite song ever. Don’t get me wrong, Poe staring at the creaking, heart beating floorboards was absolutely 100% the best way to end the story, but that extended theme right afterwards is a welcome release of all the feels built up throughout the show. I don’t think I’ve ever actually cried during that part, but I have definitely come close.

If this wasn’t already getting too long, I would talk about how much I love the whole meta Charlotte Brontë/Ashley Clements blaming Jane Austen bit, and super drunk Hemingway falling asleep in the background, and Lenore looking at Oscar’s back to see if he really does look like George Eliot, and the “Don’t be mean to me!” outtake that I always add in when I’m watching the show by myself, and Lenore finally being nice to Edgar, and so many other things, but I’m going to stop myself before this becomes an actual novel. No matter how much I ramble about this freaking show, I will never be able to fully explain how much I love it, and the people who made it, and my fellow fans. But even though I know this, I can’t seem to make myself shut up about it.

So anyway, Happy Halloween. I’m off to rewatch this whole show again, as I plan to do every Halloween from now on. Feel free to join me.

#poeparty #poe party #edgar allan poe's murder mystery dinner party #shipwrecked comedy #halloween #poeversary #spoilers #gah how is this show so good???

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meeedeee · 4 years

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Work Bitch [Fanvid]

Fandoms: Leverage

No Archive Warnings Apply

Team Leverage & Team Leverage

Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Sophie Devereaux (Leverage)

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smoakingmarshmallow · 8 years

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Leverage | Characters | Eliot Spencer

↳ Look, hold a knife like this, cuts through an onion. Hold a knife like this, cuts through, like, eight Yakuza in four seconds. Screams, carnage.

#Leverage #Eliot Spencer #christian kane #hitter #Ch: Eliot Spencer #tv: leverage #gifs #gif set #mine

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empresslucrezia · 8 years

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Talking Toaster

This one is is bit open ended, and I might expand on it at some point. For now though, this is all I have. I hope you like it! :D Thanks for prompting me :)

Talking Toaster Darcy Lewis/Eliot Spencer Broken Up; Open Ending

“Why are you looking into my ex-boyfriend, Stark?”

“Jesus Christ, would you stop sneaking up on me?” Stark screeched, trying to put out the flame Darcy was definitely responsible for. “And – what? Ex-boyfriend?”

Darcy rolled her eyes, pointing to the holographic screen dancing in the air in front them. For once, that wasn’t Darcy being dramatic; the screen was actually dancing. Stark tended to give his creations personalities when he hadn’t slept in a few days, but Darcy was honestly just happy that he hadn’t given it – he? Her? Them? – a voice. The talking toaster was etched in everyone’s mind, Jarvis’ particularly. He always seemed genuinely angry when it was brought up.

“Him. Eliot Spencer.”

“You know his name?” Natasha asked from behind her, making Stark jump again. Darcy hadn’t heard her because Natasha hadn’t wanted her to, but she knew better than to let her surprise show. Natasha seemed pleased with her, if the tilt of her lips was any indication. Tony was rubbing his Arc Reactor, muttering to himself about spysassins and how they were definitely trying to kill him, no matter what Fury claimed.

“Know his name?” Darcy huffed, “Yeah, you could say that. I also know what he sounds like when he’s trying to gently break up with me.” Darcy stepped aside so Natasha could see his file better.

“You two were in a relationship? A committed relationship?” She asked, nothing and everything bleeding through her voice at once.

“Yeah…” Darcy narrowed her eyes at Nat, ignoring Tony ignoring them. He’d get over it. “Why do you ask?”

“He’s not really the type to keep relationships. Not meaningful ones, anyway.” Nat turned back to Darcy, “How long were you two together?”

“Three, almost four, years.” Darcy shifted on her feet, suppressing the memories flooding her brain. It was one of the reasons she’d jumped at the change of Jane’s internship; to get away from that apartment.

“Huh.” Nat hummed, looking back at Eliot’s file. Darcy looked at it too, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest. It’s been almost two years since the split, she should really be over him by now.

“Why did you break up?” Nat asked. “I dunno.” Darcy shrugged, “He said he’d just fallen out of love with me. It sucked, but it could happen.”

“You don’t seem convinced of that,” Nat said lightly, though her voice cut through the lab. Tony had stopped tinkering, paying close attention to their conversation. As always, it seemed like he already knew everything and was jut waiting for everyone to catch up.

“I… I was just surprised, that’s all.” Darcy said, squirming a little bit under Nat’s gaze, “It seemed so out of the blue. Up until he broke it off, I was actually convinced he was going to propose.”

“Would you have said yes?” Tony asked, wiping his hands with a dirty towel.

“Yes. I think so anyway. Hope so,” Darcy hesitated, then looked at the picture dancing above them. “Sometimes it felt like there was this secret, or something we never talked about. I don’t know if I could’ve married someone when there was that tension between us, but I just assumed he’d tell me when we were engaged.” Darcy pointed to the file underneath the picture, at the red stamp marking it ‘Classified’.

“I’m guessing that has something to do with that secret, huh?”

Nat nodded, and tapped the file to open it. Darcy looked away quickly, but not before she caught a few keywords, mainly ‘Pakistan’, ‘Prague, ‘SHIELD’, and ‘Bush’.

“You don’t want to know?” Tony furrowed his brows, looking from the file to Darcy not looking at it. It always confused him how people could live without wanting to know everything, especially when that information was right in front of them.

“No.” Darcy shook her head, “Eliot can tell me himself. And since I have a feeling that you’re looking for him, I assume it won’t be long before he has the opportunity.”

There! Hope you liked it <3

#Anon #Jarvis #My Writing: Broken Up #darcy lewis #ch: eliot spencer #fulfilled prompt #my writing #my writing: crossover #my writing: crossover: marvel & leverage #ch: natasha romanova #ch: tony stark #tv: leverage #universe: marvel #my writing: darcy lewis x eliot spencer

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