#leveragetober

[angelwiththeblue-box]

leverage pirate au

okay actually i want to talk more about this post

eliot is an ex solider for some sort of nobility, he hates uses guns after watching his boyfriend get his shoulder blown off, and he swears off guns and off the monarchy, jumping from pirate crew to pirate crew, never finding a place to 'settle' (as much as pirates can settle) until he meets nate ford

parker wasn't on any official crew, she would sneak onto a ship and steal their gold, before sneaking off before anyone noticed. she chose to stay with nate because she was still able to do what she did best, but with something new, something exciting (plus he let her hang out on the ropes, literally) she was raised on a rich man's ship, but she set out on her own when she was sixteen, honing her skills and gaining a name for herself

hardison was the forger. he taught himself how to do everything he knows in a small foster home. you want a map, he knows it well enough to create it from memory without needing any reference. he could navigate waters like it was no difficulty and create id papers out of basically thin air.

nathan ford is not a pirate captain, he is very adamant about that. he is on a ship that he is leading, and he is leading a crew of people but he is not a pirate captain. he's putting together a crew to take down his ex navy captain, who he was helping take down pirates stealing from noble ships.

sophie has grifted her way onto all sorts of ships, into all sorts of parties. no one has one clear defintion of who she is, but the britian nobility know her as the queen of india, the chinese government are hunting her for impersonating a princess, and most pirates are in awe of her. she's a legend, a story pirates tell to their other crewmates and an unknown to the people nate ford used to work for, unclear if she exists or is an exaggeration spread to scare them

nate ford used his last money that he has to build his ship, the lucille, which explodes once, gets attacked once, and set on fire twice. (hardison mourns it every time. if you get close enough to see the lucille, you'll notice four tally marks slashed into the wood next to the gold cursive, clearly done with a sword, or a knife)

#eli rambles #leverage #leverage au #pirate au #leverage ot3 #nate x sophie #nathan x sophie #sophie devereaux #nathan ford #parker leverage #alec hardison #eliot spencer #parker x hardison x eliot #alternate universe #leveragetober

[leveragetober]

hello and welcome to the very first leveragetober!!

here is the prompt list for leveragetober 2023!! under the cut will be a more in detail/id for the guidelines and prompt lists and feel free to either dm or send an ask if you have any questions!!

Guidelines

Tag your posts #leveragetober23 and #leveragetober or just tag the blog so we can all see your creations!!

The prompts are here as a guideline, if you have an idea based on a prompt, that's totally fine, have fun with it!

You don't have to worry about following every single prompt either, if you're too busy or don't have any ideas, that's okay too, this is meant to be fun not an added stressor

ID Prompt List.

Food 17. Power

Rain 18. Redemption

Family 19. Job Gone Wrong

Crossover 20. Kids

Birthday 21. Trapped

Caught 22. Chess

Lies 23. Monster/Ghost Hunters

Museum 24. Blood

Past 25. Role Swap

Alternate Universe 26. Fantasy/Magical

Kiss 27. Reunion

Pride 28. Vents

Confession 29. Nightmare

Future 30. Halloween

Poison 31. Free Space

Game Nights

thanks for all the support and we can't wait to see what everyone creates!! <3

#leveragetober #leveragetober23 #leverage #leverage redemption #leverage ot3 #october challenge #october art challenge #eliot spencer #nate ford #sophie devereaux #parker leverage #alec hardison #breanna casey #harry wilson #october fic challange

[skullcandy11111198]

Leveragetober23 Day 3: family

Soon after Breanna came to live with Nana, she got a visit from one of her new big brothers. Nana was all in a tizzy for a few days beforehand, when she first learned one of her children would be coming back home for a few days. Apparently Hardison was a legend around here. Nana was baking like crazy, and when Breanna built up the courage to ask why she was making so much food, she learned that her "big brother and his partners" would be coming to stay with them.

Now, Breanna was pretty open minded, her parents raised her well, but she will admit she did a slowblink when she was first told. No one else seemed to have any thoughts on that topic, no weird or judge-y faces from any of the other children in hearing range, so she shrugged and went with it.

When they finally arrived, she was only more intrigued. Hardison could best be described as a whirlwind. He moved fast and talked faster. His two friends, on the other hand, were the direct opposite. They both smiled when talking to others, and answered rather succinctly, but otherwise they didn't move very fast, and in the scheme of things, barely talked at all.

Breanna wasn't quite sure what to do with them. She had accepted her parents were gone, and her definition of family had to change rather quickly, but every time she met a new child of Nana's, it hit her again how much her life had changed over the last two-ish years. Therefore, she was back in her room, decompressing a bit after meeting Hardison and his "partners."

(After meeting them, she honestly couldn't tell if they were romantic-partners or business-partners. They talked about work, a lot. They were vague about it, but they obviously worked together. On the other hand, Parker was a very clingy person with both Hardison and Eliot. Inevitably she would be hanging off one of them, touching them in some way. Hardison and Eliot were known to share a knowing look with each other too, whenever Parker did something. Parker and Eliot always made sure an orange soda was in Hardison's reach, and Parker and Hardison would make googly eyes whenever Eliot even just talked about cooking.)

A knock on her door distracted her.

She opened her door to reveal a slightly nervous looking Parker, who kept checking over her shoulder while she asked if she could hide in Breanna's room for a little bit. Breanna was unsure about this new person, but eh, why not? When she said as much, Parker beamed and thanked her while sliding inside and sitting on the ground behind where the door would hinge open.

Okayyyy. Breanna hesitantly sat down criss cross apple sauce, facing her. "Not to, like, stop you or anything…but, why are we sitting on the ground, exactly?"

Parker looked at her with a sharp eye. "Well, I'm sitting on the ground. You just decided to do it because I did. Sophie says that has to do with psychology, but I don't remember which theory right now."

"Hey! It feels perfectly reasonable right now to go to ground when the only adult in here right now is doing the same!" Breanna pouted, but all she got back was a small smile from Parker. "And hey, don't distract me! Why are we on the ground?"

Parker laughed, then suddenly went quiet. Breanna started to open her mouth to ask her what was happening when Parker suddenly whipped her hand up to stop her from speaking. A few moments later Breanna heard footsteps walking down the hall, pausing at the end, then turning around and walking back to the main part of the house.

Once she was sure whoever it was was gone, she lowered her hand. Breanna was even more curious now, and slightly worried. She knew Nana, and she knew how she raised her children, but either way there was another woman in her room, an adult, who seemed to be hiding from the other adults. Breanna needed to know what was going on.

Parker must have been able to read her face because when she turned her head back towards the younger girl, she immediately started to explain.

"Okay, so to be honest, I've gotten wayyy better with people. Like, way better. I haven't stabbed anyone with a fork in two months, Hardison and Sophie are really proud of me. But there are still a lot of people out there, and they were starting to get loud, and I don't like loud. Loud means notice and I don't like to be noticed, so I went to the place I was sure no one would check because I know Hardison, which means I know Nana, which means I know they will give you privacy because new people are around, which means people are way less likely to come looking for me in here, and when Nana introduced you, you were really quiet, so you are not likely to be as loud as it is out there. So, safe space."

Breanna's head was reeling from trying to keep track of…all of that but yeah, it made sense, in a weird way. She was the newest kid, and one of the previous kids was coming home to visit for the first time since she arrived, plus they were bringing other people too, so Nana was likely to quietly tell everyone to give her some space.

Breanna nodded definitively. "Okay, that makes sense. But…floor?"

Parker nodded, very serious, "First lesson: even when you're hidden, don't assume you're safe, always hide somewhere in a hidden place. Then you're way less likely to be caught" She paused, eyeing Breanna's head speculatively. "You have really curly hair. That's good. You can hide a lot of things in there, lots of pins, maybe even a key or two." Another pause, Breanna felt like her soul was being weighed. "Do you want to learn how to pick a lock in less than 5 seconds?"

Oh, they were going to be friend-friends. "Okay!"

#leveragetober23 #leveragetober #breanna casey #parker leverage #parker #alec hardison #eliot spencer #leverage #sophie devereaux #ao3 #nana hardison

[allcanonisrelative]

Leveragetober day one: food and love (which are of course the same thing)

Eliot & Parker-focused post-canon OT3 ficlet for @leveragetober

“I’m sick of thinking about it,” Parker huffed, flopping down on the sofa with her head hanging off one end, looking at the world upside-down. “It’s too many decisions and it’s every day, three times a day and then again the next day, when does it end, when does it get easy? Never! I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

Across the room, Eliot slowly took off his apron and tossed it over the back of a chair, keeping his steps deliberately light and even as he approached. Tapping her ankle, he waited until she lifted her legs, body temporally forming an elegant L-shape with her feet in the air, and sat down on the end of the sofa, wrapping his hands around her ankles when she settled her feet back in his lap. 

“You want me to think about it for you?” He broke the silence after a minute, without looking at her, hearing and feeling the deep breath she took in and let out as a weary sigh. 

“No,” she dragged the word, folding her arms protectively over her chest. “I’m an adult, I should be able to, to, to — ugh!” Her feet twitched in his lap, tapping out a rhythm of frustration and shame. 

“Park,” he murmured, thumb pressing into the arch of her foot, drawing her back into herself with his deliberate touch. “There’s no ‘should’. There’s only what works for you.”

“But Sophie—“

“Parker.” 

“…yeah. I know.”

She sighed again, and Eliot shifted her feet in his lap, setting to giving her a proper foot rub, feeling the muscles in his own shoulders start to relax when she gave a quiet sigh then an unselfconscious hum, melting into the couch and into his touch. 

No one could have been a better influence for his girl than Sophie, Eliot knew that, believed it with all his heart, but that didn’t make her a perfect role model. Trailing her own peck of mysterious trouble Sophie had been more patient with Parker from day one than any of the rest of them, and maybe it was being close to another woman for the first time in her life, Eliot  couldn’t begin to speculate and doesn’t care to but along the way Parker got it into her head that there were certain things Sophie did that were absolutely right and true and the marker of successfully acting out the role of an adult. Actually, now that Eliot’s thinking about it, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was something to do with the fact that Sophie is just as much of a freak as the rest of them she only hides it better behind dozens of masks ranging from subtle to dazzling that most people don’t even see let alone know to look for them, leaving Parker to the conclusion that she could or should construct her own masks in homage to Sophie’s and that is the marker of success — not making it, but faking it. 

“How about this,” Eliot heard himself say, before he’d decided to say anything at all. “You know how I am about food. About making food. How it. How I. I need to do it. It’s…”

“It’s your heart,” she said quietly, the words he still couldn’t bring himself to put into the world himself. 

“Yeah. So how about if when I’m cooking for myself I make extra for you. I won’t ask you to make any decisions about it, I won’t even ask you if you like it. You can eat it in your rig up in your rafters if you want, makes no difference to me. But that way you always know you’ve got something waiting for you, you don’t have to think about what you’re in the mood for if you don’t want to, you don’t gotta think about what’s healthy or not.”

When she spoke her voice came out muffled and Eliot looked up at her face for the first time since he sat down to find that at some point while he was talking she’d lifted her hands to cover her face. “But food is supposed to be more than fuel.”

“Did I say that?” He asked, and when she nodded he reached up and curled a hand gently around her wrist, thumb stroking over her pulse point. “Thought you knew better than to listen to me by now.”

She moved her hands to peek up at him, eyebrows folded down quizzically. “But I like listening to you.”

Eliot snorted, and squeezed her wrist lightly. “All right, then listen to this. There’s no ‘should,’ there’s no ‘supposed to,’ and Sophie ain’t got a corner on the market of what it looks like to be an adult. Here in this house I count three adults who couldn’t be more different from each other or from Sophie and most days I think we do okay.”

“Most days,” Parker agreed, and turned her hand over to bring them palm to palm. 

“So if you make Hardison get off the couch and work out with you every day and he makes me sit my ass on the couch and ice my damn knee at night and I make enough food that you always got something to eat even on days you don’t feel like it, maybe that’s just how we make it work.”

“Maybe that makes us lucky,” she said after a long, still silence. 

“Oh yeah?” He said, keeping his voice light even as something raucous and joyful took up howling in his chest. Her face whenever she made a new connection, whenever she decided to trust him with a thought that she hadn’t tested out herself first, goddamn, he would move mountains for this woman. 

“The first time I asked Sophie about love she said it was what made us feel alive. I told her I felt alive when I was jumping off a building and she said ‘maybe that’s why they call it falling in love’ but I don’t think that’s right. I don’t think it’s about falling I think it’s about catching. I don’t jump because I want to fall I jump because I know my rig or my parachute is going to catch me. And now you and Hardison, you’re my rig and my parachute. You catch me.”

“We catch each other,” Eliot said, as soon as he could trust his voice to come out steady. 

“That’s nice. Right? I think it’s nice.”

“It’s really nice.”

She linked her fingers through his, and used his hold on her to leverage herself up to sitting, pulling her feet out of his lap. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Eliot, will you make me something to eat?”

#leveragetober #leveragetober23 #parker #eliot Spencer #leverage ot3 #food and love

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober

Prompt 30: Halloween

Breanna convinces the team to hand out candy on Halloween. (Under the cut.)

Eliot opened the door and looked down at a group of tiny ghosts and vampires.

"Trick or treat!" They all shouted.

He smiled and held out the bucket for candy for them to dig through.

They oohed and awed at all the different candy options. He heard one of them say something about “best candy on the street.”

Eliot felt a bit of childish pride. That was one of the perks of being a criminal organization. When you took down the evil greedy billionaires, you got to keep some of the money and use it to give back to the community in the form of "the best candy on the street."

"Remember your manners." The adult with the group reminded the kids.

The kids all chorused a thank you before running on to the next house offering candy.

Eliot hadn't been so sure handing out candy was such a good idea. This was their place of work after all, and their work wasn't strictly legal. Not that he expected anything bad to come of it. It's not like they were letting a bunch of kids snoop around inside, but he had still felt a little uneasy about it. But Breanna had insisted and of course Eliot had given in. 

He had to admit now that he was glad he did. As he watched the kids running and laughing in all their costumes, he felt a sense of peace. What good was any of the work they did if they didn't also take the time to do little things like this, if they didn't take the time to support and be a part of the community that they spent so much time trying to save.

"See Eliot," Breanna came up behind him. "Aren't you glad we did this?"

Eliot just smiled.

#leverage #Eliot Spencer #Breanna Casey #leverage redemption #leveragetober #leveragetober 2023

[angelwiththeblue-box]

the leverage crew at pride (sophie took so many photos, she is in her proud mama era. nate stood behind her, ready to fight everyone who looks badly at them)

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leveragetober day 12- pride

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taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @joshkiszkashusband @thedragonemperess @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @depressedtransguy @dramabeansoup (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

#eli draws #leverage #leveragetober #leveragetober 23 #leveragetober 2023 #elpardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #parker leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #sophie devereaux #nathan ford #fanart #my art

[skullcandy11111198]

Leveragetober23 Day 5: birthday

It was his birthday. Ugh.

Yet another humdrum day of feigned well wishes from silly little sycophants that just want to be as high up as him, hoping to step on him on their own way up. (He knows he's better than all of them, but do they really need to remind him every time they open their mouths and let drivel pour out? NO. But they do it anyway. *Sigh*) Yet another backpack from the higher ups as a show of "appreciation" for his dedication to the organization all these years. Yet another pointed text from his ex-wife reveling in his advanced age -- congratulations waylaid and thrown over a cliff long before she ever got to the "happy" part of happy birthday.

The only joy this day brings him is the wonderful dinner his daughter treats him to every year. Since she was 7 she decided it was her job to get her dad to show one real smile (not solely aimed at her) at least one day a year, so she always sends him some sort of surprise gift when he leasts expects it. Ironically, he has therefore come to completely expect it, but she still manages to surprises him every year (though it really shouldn't given the type of woman she has become) with caring and thoughtful gifts that mean the world to him. She may never understand how much, but she is the reason for his joy, and if she wants him to be happy, then he will, simply for her.

Therefore, he was excited (deep, deep down in his gut, probably somewhere behind his left kidney), and not all that suspicious, when he came back from yet another meeting on this damnable day to find the CD port of his computer popped open, with a disk lying in the slot, topped with a large pink bow. On the CD, someone had written "SURPRISE!" and beneath it, "Happy Birthday!"

Feeling a small bounce of excitement within him (that he will forever deny on pain of death or sodium pentathol), and wondering what his daughter had gotten him this year, he moved the bow aside and pushed in the disk.

BOOOOOOM

Confetti explodes from tubes hidden throughout his office! His plants somehow start singing happy birthday songs, each in a different language! His blinds act on their own accord, closing to reveal another birthday message across the shutters! A party hat descends from a pulley machine lowering down from the ceiling tiles, to hang jauntily off the side of his head! His drawers pop open to reveal a cake that looks like it was baked, iced, and decorated in his desk! And his computer! Oh his computer…

His screen has been taken over by a repeating video of Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker, all in party hats, blowing kazoos with shrieking noises emanating from his speakers, and hoisting red solo cups and cupcakes at him mockingly from under a banner declaring "Happy Birthday!" in joyful, bright font. At the bottom of the screen, once the video had replayed enough times and he could hear again after the confetti pipe bombs stopped exploding in his face, a small message appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Check the confetti." He scowled. He checked the confetti.

"Your birthday present is in your couch." He scowled. He checked his couch.

A close examination revealed the cushions were not at the exact angle he always left them in (to allow any interlopers who dared one, enter his office or two, sit on his furniture, to immediately slouch and slide forward in an unbecoming manner). Pulling away the cushions revealed a large streamer acting as a pull tab to open the base of his couch, and when he pulled it (cringing inside at the thought of any more…surprises) it revealed…A man. A man, wrapped in wrapping paper and ribbon (is that duct tape?), in a surprisingly secure manner to keep him from escaping. A man with a bow on his head and a USB taped to his forehead, along with a note. A note that read, "This is Colin Mason (also know to very few people as "Chaos," and to many more as "that asshole"). Please feel free to detain him at your leisure, you will find proof of many of his more embarrassingly simply hacking crimes on the USB (see: forehead)."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a young blonde woman hesitantly stepped inside while the rest of the floor looked in behind her, attempting to see what had transpired in his office in the past two minutes. Looking around curiously, having missed the start of the party, she finished her look-about to give him a small smile and said, "Heyyy, Dad, what's going on in here? And…nice…hat?"

He growled.

It is Jim Sterling's 53rd birthday. Ugh.

#leveragetober23 #leveragetober #ao3 #alec hardison #eliot spencer #parker #leverage #jim sterling #surprise #birthday surprise

[angelwiththeblue-box]

the leverage crew is the best known pirate crew in all seven seas- and also the weirdest

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leveragetober day 10- alternate universe

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taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @someguyiguess @dramabeansoup @genuine-possum @depressedtransguy (lemme know of you want to be added or removed)

#eli draws #leveragetober #leveragetober 2023 #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker leverage #parker x hardison x eliot #parker x hardison #hardison x eliot #eliot x parker #pirate au #leverage fanart #leverage ot3 fanart #fanart #my art

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 4: crossover

Parker, Eliot and Hardison take a job in Paris. When it gets interrupted by a con artist who is scamming their mark, they decide to recruit him into Leverage International. (Under the cut.)

Parker eyed the man claiming to be the mark's assistant, tied to the chair in front of her. He was a grifter, No doubt about it now. And he was really good too.

None of them had suspected him of being criminal, not until they had caught him trying to clear out the mark’s bank account at the same time as them, making this simple trip to Paris much more complicated.

So, who was this guy really? A grifter, sure, but why had he chosen the exact same mark as them? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but what were the chances of that?

"Who are you?" Parker asked. "And don’t bother lying. We’ll know if you do.”

Parker heard Eliot crack his knuckles behind her. She knew Eliot wasn't actually going to hurt this guy, since he wasn’t much of a threat, but this guy didn't know that. And yet Parker only caught a brief flash of fear in his eyes before he managed to hide it again.

He’s not gonna talk, is he? Parker shrugged. There were other ways of finding out what they wanted to know.

"Run his face through that thing that tells you who people are." She said turning to Hardison.

"Parker, it’s called...?" Hardison started to say but was interrupted.

"Wait, The Parker!?" The guy asked, astonished.

"The one and only." Parker sighed. She was getting tired of people recognizing her as a world famous thief.

"You stole the Hope Diamond five years ago!"

Parker nodded.

"And then put it back!"

Parker rolled her eyes. 

“Yes I did. So, since you know so much about me, why don't you tell us about yourself," Parker glanced at Hardison's computer. "Neal Cafrey."

"Ooh, you were good!" Hardison sounded genuinely impressed as he read from the files that popped up.

"Still am." Neal smirked. 

"Huh, says here that you're dead." Hardison said.

"Aww, Your FBI handler wrote a very sweet message for your obituary." Parker added, reading more information from the files that Hardison had found.

Neal ducked his head and looked away.

oops. Parker thought. She hadn't meant to be insensitive, but that seemed to have hit a nerve. Maybe they had been close.

Parker pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of Neal.

"Alright, just tell us why you were running The Oklahoma Little Chucky on our mark." She demanded.

"No, it was a John and Mary scam." Eliot corrected. "You need a pit bull and a wedding cake for the Oklahoma Little Chucky.”

"Well, it couldn't've been a John and Mary scam cuz you need a whole fire station for that one." Hardison argued.

"Oh, I had the fire station." Neal said slyly.

"Ooh!" Eliot, Hardison and Parker all said in unison. They were all genuinely impressed.

"And to answer your question; the same reason as you, I'd imagine." Neal continued.

"Because his company was polluting the surrounding areas, making people really sick and killing all the wildlife?" Parker asked.

"Okay, I guess not." Neal looked taken aback. "Alright, you guys have already figured out half of it.  I faked my death back in America and I fled here. I needed an easy score that would pay well so I could set myself up with a new life." Neal explained. "You guys are criminals, just like me. You understand, so, one criminal to another, would you be so kind as to let me go?" Neal slipped his hands out of the ropes and stood up without waiting for an answer. 

Parker cocked an eyebrow in surprise.  

“I'm very good at what I do.” Neal shrugged.

He was good. Anyone who could slip one of Eliot's knots had to be.

Neal grabbed his hat off the table, flipped it in his hand and placed it back on his head before heading for the door.

"What if..."  Parker said and spun her chair around to face him, "we offered you a job?"

Neal hesitated at the door.

"It comes with that chance at a new life you were looking for. A chance to run your own crew, long term, right here in Paris." Parker added.

she glanced at Eliot and Hardison who both nodded in agreement. It was the same pitch they had given to Hurley when they had set up the Mexican branch of leverage, and now she got to give it again. They had come to France in the hopes of setting up a new branch of leverage in the first place. She hadn’t been sure how they were going to find someone willing to do it, but then along came Neal Cafrey, an experienced grifter looking for a fresh start. The perfect candidate had fallen right into their lap.

Neal turned around. He was intrigued.

"Let's talk business." Parker said with a sly smile.

#leveragetober #leveragetober 2023 #leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #parker #white collar #Neal Cafrey #white collar fanfic #leverage fanfic #leverage/white collar crossover #i am having so much fun with this!

[angelwiththeblue-box]

normal vent talks in the leverage ot3 household

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leveragetober day 28- vents

taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @joshkiszkashusband @depressedtransguy @dramabeansoup @genuine-possum (lemme know if you want to be added or removed

#eli draws #leveragetober #leveragetober 2023 #leverage ot3 #leverage fanart #leverage #alec hardison #parker leverage #eliot spencer #fanart #my art

[angelwiththeblue-box]

this was the only thing i could think of for the chess prompt and its so funny to me

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leveragetober day 22- chess

taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @joshkiszkashusband @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @genuine-possum @dramabeansoup (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

#eli draws #leverage #leveragetober #leveragetober 23 #leveragetober 2023 #parker leverage #nate ford #meme redraw #leverage fanart #fanart #my art

[angelwiththeblue-box]

eliot spencer had one job- keep parker and hardison alive, even at the cost of his own life. when worst comes to worst, he would take every bullet, hours of torture, any amount of bad guys coming after him if it meant his partners would stay alive.

and if that meant drinking both cups to ensure hardison lives, so be it.

"no. absolutely not. we can get out of this. the team will find us." hardison argues, but eliot's made up his mind.

"i'm supposed to protect you, let me do this." eliot crosses his arms in front of his chest, the pale lighting of the warehouse reflecting on the fake gemstones. whoever was doing this had a sense of humor. two goblets, identical down to the 'made in china' stamp on the bottom. wine was poured to the same level, and there were no discernible differences that eliot could tell. it was like one of those fucked up morality tests in those movies that hardison loves so much.

"no. no. i won't let you. el, we can make it out of this alive, both of us." tears pool in his eyes and spill down his cheeks. "please don't do this."

eliot wants to believe him, he wants to be optimistic, but more than that, he wants to protect his family.

"it'll be okay, alec. you and parker will live. nate and sophie will live."

"but you won't." hardison's voice breaks and eliot wipes his eyes.

"i've already lived longer than i planned." eliot musters a smile and reaches to take hardison's hand in his own.

the tension eases ever so slightly from hardison as eliot reaches with reflexes quicker than hardison and pours the liquid out of hardison's glass into his own and downs it in one.

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if you're looking at the art and wondering hey that looks kinda familiar- i stole it from the labyrinth of gedref, the scene where arthur and merlin are about to drink poison. (leveragetober day 15- poison)

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[angelwiththeblue-box]

“well be alright, parker, hardison will find us.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

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leveragetober day 6- caught

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[angelwiththeblue-box]

the worlds best thieves- queer on queer violence

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leveragetober day 4- crossover

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[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 15: Poison

Eliot gets sick and collapses. Parker and Hardison rush him to the hospital and later find out that he was poisoned. (Under the cut)

Recently Eliot, Hardison and Parker had each started taking turns doing client meetings. Parker was getting better at them, but she didn’t really like doing it, so they had agreed to take turns. Sometimes all three of them went to the meetings together, but this time it was Eliot’s turn to go alone.

“How’d the meeting go?” Parker asked when he got back from the meeting.

“Honestly, I'm not sure we should trust this client.” Eliot admitted.

“What do you mean? Why not?” 

“I just have a bad feeling about it. Little details of her story aren't lining up. It also seems like the kind of job that would actually be better handled legally.”

“So what, we’re not necessary?” Hardison asked.

“This time, no. I don't think we are. She also seemed just a little too enthusiastic about the part where this job potentially involves crime on our part.”

“You think it’s a set up?” Parker asked.

“Maybe. How much of a background check did you do?”

“Just a brief one. Everything seemed to check out, but I'll dig a little deeper.” Hardison pulled out his laptop.

Eliot sat down on one of the stools at the counter and massaged his temples. His head was starting to throb. 

“You feeling okay?” Parker asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” Hardison said contemplatively. 

“What?” Parker asked.

“Eliot might be right about this. The deeper I dig the less her story checks out.”

Eliot pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. The low throbbing in his head had turned to pounding and the lights suddenly felt too bright, which was bad, since the office lights were pretty dim to begin with.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Hardison asked.

“It’s just a headache.” Eliot muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Okay, go lay down.” Parker said. “We can pick up with this later.”

“Till then, I’ll keep digging and see what I can find about our client.” Hardison offered.

Eliot stood up, but stumbled and leaned against the counter, clutching at his chest. His lungs suddenly felt tight, making it hard to breathe. 

“Eliot, what’s going on.”

Eliot straightened up and tried to take another step, but his knees buckled under him.

Parker rushed forward and caught him before he hit the ground. She stumbled under his sudden weight and lowered him gently to the ground. Hardison rushed over and crouched down next to them.

“Eliot, talk to me. What’s going on?” Parker demanded.

“I– I can’t breathe.” Eliot gasped, pain coursing through his chest as he tried to take a deep breath.

"Hardison, call for an ambulance!"

Hardison already had his phone out and was dialing 9-1-1.

"It's okay Eliot, you're gonna be okay." Parker tried to comfort him. "Here, take a deep breath in with me." Parker took a deep breath, but Eliot couldn't. He opened his mouth, trying to suck in air but he couldn’t seem to get enough. 

Parker lifted Eliot's head onto her lap and Hardison squeezed his hand. Eliot squeezed back.

“Just hold on.” Hardison begged. “An ambulance is on the way.”

Eliot’s head suddenly jerked back and he let out a strangled cry as his whole body lurched with pain. Eliot squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw. He heard a horrified gasp from Parker and felt a gentle hand clasp his cheek.

“Eliot, hold on.”

“Stay with us man.”

“You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on a little longer.”

Parker and Hardison’s voices sounded muffled like they were coming from far away.

“Damnit Eliot. Open your eyes.” Hardison was practically shouting but Eliot could barely hear him anymore. 

Eliot’s grip on Hardison’s hand loosened then went limp. He wanted to hold on, for them, but he couldn’t, not anymore. The pain was too much.

“Eliot, no!” was the last thing he heard as he lost unconsciousness.

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Hardison sat next to Eliot's hospital bed, holding his hand in the vain hope that Eliot would feel it and know that he was safe. Parker was on Hardison’s lap, leaning her head against his chest. Her eyes were closed, but Hardison knew she wasn’t really asleep because he could feel her trembling.

The doctors still weren't sure what had happened and they didn’t seem very confident that Eliot was going to recover.

They don’t know Eliot. Eliot’s gonna be fine. He has to. Hardison told himself.

Hardison glanced over at Eliot. The sight of the breathing tube in his mouth and the IV in his hand made Hardison’s stomach twist. He knew that right now, Eliot was relying on the ventilator to breathe for him. Whatever had happened seemed to be affecting Eliot's lungs more than anything else.

Hardison looked up when he heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see a doctor come in. Parker shot to attention too.

“The blood work came back.” the doctor said. “There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is your friend was poisoned.”

Hardison clasped a hand over his mouth.

“What’s the good news?” Parker demanded.

“The good news is it's a fairly easy poison to treat. We’re preparing the treatment now.”

A meeting with a potential client who’s story didn’t add up, then Eliot gets poisoned. The wheels started turning in Hardison’s mind. The client was involved in this somehow. He felt sure of it, but he didn’t have the energy to think about it now, or to figure out how the two were connected. They could worry about that later, once Eliot was okay.

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Several hours had passed since the doctors had given Eliot the treatment for the poison and still nothing seemed to have changed. 

Hardison got up and started pacing back and forth in the room. Parker took his place in the chair.

Shouldn't there be some sign of improvement by now? What if we're too late?

Hardison suddenly stopped pacing when he heard Eliot shifting in bed. He looked over just in time to see Eliot reach up and grab at the breathing tube in his mouth and darted over, grabbing Eliot’s hand before he could pull it out. Parker stood up and moved closer in case she needed to help.

Eliot struggled against Hardison’s grip, trying desperately to reach the tube, but he was still so weak from the poison that Hardison barely had to try to keep him from reaching it. Eliot began thrashing around under Hardison’s grasp.

“Eliot, calm down, man. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Hardison tried to soothe Eliot, but he wasn’t even sure Eliot was actually conscious. He still hadn’t opened his eyes and he wasn’t responding to anything Hardison said.

The heart monitor suddenly started beeping as Eliot's heart rate began to race.

Hardison cupped Eliot’s face in his hand and tilted his head to look at him. 

“Hey, listen to me. You’re gonna be okay, but you have to relax. Parker and I are right here with you.” 

Eliot finally opened his eyes and Hardison almost wished he hadn’t. There was so much fear and panic in his gaze as he locked eyes with Hardison. And Eliot couldn’t even say anything. Hardison squeezed his hand.

“Everythings gonna be okay,” he repeated. “I’m right here, and I got you.”

Eliot stopped struggling and relaxed a little at the sound of Hardison’s words. Hardison started to pull his hand away from Eliot's so he could pull up his chair to sit down, but Eliot tightened his grip on Hardison’s hand. He looked up at Hardison with a pleading look in his eyes.

It must have been like torture for Eliot, not being able to speak and barely able to move. Hardison knew how much Eliot hated hospitals, even when he didn’t get a breathing tube shoved down his throat. He hated the vulnerability of them.

Hardison sat down on the edge of the bed next to Eliot and Eliot squeezed Hardison’s hand a little tighter. 

“Okay, I’m not going anywhere.” he promised. “Do you think you could maybe not break my hand, though?” 

Eliot loosened his grip on Hardison’s hand a little but didn’t let go.

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It was only a couple hours after Eliot woke up that the doctors had decided it was safe to take him off the ventilator, but Hardison knew it must have felt like ages to Eliot.

Eliot had agreed to stay in the hospital for a few days so the doctors could monitor him closely to make sure there weren’t any complications. Hardison knew Eliot, though, so he wasn’t at all surprised when Eliot insisted on leaving the hospital early. 

The doctors couldn’t do anything to stop him. Parker and Hardison had tried to convince him to stay, but it was no use. So the doctors had given them strict instructions to make sure Eliot stayed on bedrest and to keep a close eye on him.

Eliot wasn’t good at being put on bedrest. 

“Eliot, get your ass back in bed.” Hardison demanded when he saw Eliot get up and wander towards the kitchen.

Eliot just rolled his eyes and kept walking. He was recovering pretty well, but was clearly still a little unsteady on his feet. Keeping Eliot in bed was like pulling teeth.

Parker moved to stand in front of him, deliberately blocking his way.

“Parker, move. I'm hungry.” Eliot growled.

“No. go sit down. Hardison and I will get you food.” 

“It’ll put me back in the hospital if I eat his cooking.” Eliot muttered under his breath. 

Parker grabbed his arm and firmly guided him to the couch. She smiled a little to herself.

He must be feeling at least a little better if he’s making comments like that. She thought.  

“Stay.” She said, gently forcing him to sit down on the couch. 

Eliot grumbled and rolled his eyes, but he didn't try to get up.

As Parker headed back to the kitchen, she heard him shifting around and glanced back to make sure he wasn't getting up again. He had settled himself more comfortably on the couch and Hardison had joined him.

What would he do without us? Parker thought as she rummaged around in the kitchen for something easy to make.

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[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 1: food

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

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

"Not quite." She said.

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

"Too spicy?" He asked.

Parker nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright chef, how much?" He asked.

"Just a shake."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hardison just pulled up." She exclaimed.

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

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

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

"Waiting for you." Parker said.

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

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

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

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

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

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