Tag: leverage

lynati:

seananmcguire:

optimysticals:

seananmcguire:

sisforsammi:

Drift Compatible 

A lot of people–a gratifying number of people, really; it was like reaching the actual apocalypse cleared a lot of puritan bullshit out of everybody’s heads, so that their response to “we’re married” became “congrats,” and not a frantic game of “which one is your husband, which one is just a friend,” or worse, “oh, you’re gay, how nice, is she going to be your surrogate”–a lot of people assumed, when they walked into a hanger, that they were like those Chinese triplets.  Three pilots.  Triple the strain but triple the connectivity, the control.

(”How amazing,” those people murmured, in their own dialects, in their own ways.  “They’re not related, you know.  They can run a drift that close on love.”)

Except that they couldn’t.

When No Encores woke, she woke with Eliot on her left and Parker on her right, and Hardison back in the control room, monitoring their vitals, dying a little bit inside from the fear, coming back to life from the pride.  He never stepped into the cockpit, never saw what they saw, never had to hold up the weight of the world as they knew it.  That was for the best.  He kept them safe in so damn many ways, in all the ways that counted, and their Jaeger danced like a thief and hit like a trained professional, and they came home.  They came home every time.

Sometimes those same people, the ones who had assumed, would see Hardison on base when No Encores was running the waters.  They would treat him so gingerly then, assuming he was hurt, neglected, left behind.  And he would only smile, and maybe touch the inside of his left arm (”one show only” tattooed there, black on brown, small and meant for him and his and no one else), and say, “Nah.  You think I want to punch a kaiju?  Those things are full of germs.”

The drift wasn’t love.  It was similarity in the broken places. Hardison didn’t envy them that.

Someone has to be the harbor.

Someone has to lead them home.

Thanks @seananmcguire, I wasn’t using my feelings today.

I am a surgical strike of pain.  I AM THE GODDESS OF LOVE.

My heart just turned into spiders and went skittering out the door omfg

copperbadge:

sci-fantasy:

copperbadge:

sanerontheinside:

fireandwonder:

Somewhere in the Leverage universe, there is a conspiracy theorist trying to prove that a certain minor league baseball player, a Canadian hockey player, and an American country music singer are all the same person. They have a file with various news printouts, and keep trying to upload them to a website, but every time they do, the site mysteriously crashes, threads go missing on discussion boards, and all electronic records of this man have simply vanished.

Three years later a man comes to Portland and settles down in this brewery, cuz somebody said it wasn’t a half-bad place to get food. And then he sees the chef. 

Turns out he’s a half-decent researcher and very good at finding people who desperately need help, and he eventually gets hired as a “marketing associate” for the pub.

The order’s wrong. He gets a job offer from Leverage International, that’s why he goes to Portland in the first place.

He doesn’t understand why they picked a brewpub for the interview (and what the hell is up with the house beer? Weird name, weirder flavor, but the server just smiles and says it’s an acquired taste and he may want to start acquiring it…), until the chef is his second interview of three.

“I wasn’t even looking for a job,” Bobby said, checking to make sure his charging cords were all secure in the flap of the laptop carry-on case as they pulled up to the airport drop-off zone. “I’m still not sure it’s not a scam.”

“Lot of effort to go to for a scam,” his sister pointed out, deftly flinging the car across three lanes to try and get a good spot at the curb. 

“I mean I guess even if it is a scam they paid for my flight out to Portland. I hear it’s a nice town.”

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norcumi:

I was poking through my phone notes last night. I sincerely hope I’m not the only person to stumble over notes and go “WTF IS THIS??” I…can’t tell if this is good, or crack.

Could be both, I suppose.

So. Uh. Please keep in mind that my own exposure to Leverage is still limited to the first season so I’ve no idea if any of this is consistent or makes a lick of sense.

Here’s a bitty, really weird reincarnation Leverage fic, with an explanation underneath the cut.

Eliot’s
not sure when he knew. He knows it started with Hardison and Parker,
which makes sense, but he doesn’t know when. Maybe that time
Nate was talking about the earbuds for communications. That feeling
between the three of them, of something right clicking into place.

That
feeling of something missing so long finally settling home. Eliot
worked alone. He struggled hard to make sure he didn’t need anyone,
to make sure that he didn’t get so attached that his heart could be
used against him.

He
suspected that a part of him has always known that his heart would be
the vulnerable spot, the biggest potential path to his downfall.

Maybe
it was Hardison’s fault. That fascination with war games, or even
freaking Warcraft – the entire frikkin’ name, the contrast of
creation and war. The way Hardison could be all responsible
and mature, a leader in his own way, protective of his chosen family.
The ability to be wary of authority but willing to follow those he
trusted all the way. At the same time there was something about him
that was still so young, almost trusting and eager to play
like it was something that had been denied him for so much of his
life.

Maybe
it was Parker, the unwanted child who made her own place. Both
breathtakingly mature and so damn ignorant of the vast majority of
reality while forging her own path – and surviving. She never
seemed to quite grasp people,
not where the ordinary joe was coming from, but man, she knew how to
read them. Learned how to work them, could read an asshole with a
glance (and kick their ass) and had endless compassion for kids. She
didn’t know how to help way too often, but her heart was always big
enough for others.

Maybe
it was his own path. Always looking for something (always searching
for her, never finding her again, and maybe she wouldn’t exist in
this world this time this chance to be with him). The fact that of
all his skills, the most defining one was that he kept coming back
for more. He’s more visible sharp edges now, prickly defenses to
keep others at arm’s length, but once he claimed someone –

No
time, no life has he ever
been willing to let go of his family.

Maybe
it was Nate, who was old and tired and pretending to be driven by his
principles and the organizations that betrayed (failed?) him, and in
the end it was always his children who drove him. To heights of
brilliance, to dark rages and drunken despair. Sure, he fucked up
sometimes, but that maverick has never not been one of the best.

He’s
not sure about Sophie. She might just be Sophie, already a thousand
and one lives in one simple form. Eliot remembers stories from that
life before, that time and place long ago and far away. He’s heard of
Tahl, and the supposed ill fated romance that never managed to be.
He’s heard of Micah, and the close friendship that might have tipped
over into romance should be circumstances have allowed.

It’s
Sophie. He doesn’t think anyone but Nate knows what is really
going on with her, and for all the
bonds that bring them back
into each others’ lives, there is nothing that says others cannot
or will not enter the same orbit.

He’s
not sure where it started, but at least Anakin has some of his family
back together.

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Prompt idea: Leverage, alex/parker/elliot or team fic, somehow someone accidentally ends up having to look after a baby for a case (maybe they’re infiltrating a shoddy day care? Maybe the mark needs a nanny, I don’t know, I just want to see Elliot with a baby to be honest)

copperbadge:

(It was a very Leverage promptfest!)

“Eliot,” Nate said, and Eliot crossed his arms, rocking lightly on his feet. It was a sign he was nervous, but also a sign that he knew he wasn’t in real trouble, because he only let his tells show around people he trusted. He lifted his chin, too, and Nate internally sighed.

“Where did the baby come from?” Sophie asked, probably more gently than Nate would have.

“Does it matter?” Eliot asked belligerently.

“Does it…OF COURSE IT MATTERS,” Hardison said, both hands on his forehead. To his credit, rather than yelling, he whisper-yelled it. The baby, swaddled in fleece and dozing in a carrier in the middle of the table, slept on.

“Why did you help him hide a baby?” Hardison added to Parker, who shrugged.

“It was fun,” she offered.

(There is a readmore below! Read more!)

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star-scrap:

I’m forcing my roomate to watch leverage and it’s great. She just had a head cannon though. its wonderful.

We’re watching the runway job right now and Parker turns around and has these fabulously French braided hair. But Parker doesn’t strike me as the type that would take time with her hair in the morning.

But! But! As the fandom has previously established, Eliot is. So can you imagine Parker sitting herself down in the floor in front of Eliot, and him doing her hair in more and more intricate styles? Cause I can. And now I want to draw fanart of that.