#eliot interactions

[taleswritten]

@pennyinyourthoughts gets an au starter for Penny & Eliot

A new year, a new slew of lucky students to have been brought into Brakebills. Eliot's been assigned to show a few of them around, which isn't really surprising - it's not his first rodeo.

He does, however, have some hopes that at least one of them will be fun.

Speaking of fun.

Eliot hears the footsteps approach and moves to sit up on the ledge he'd been laying across. His eyes land on the new student and he hops down, landing effortlessly on his feet as he takes a drag out of the cigarette in his mouth.

Head tilts slightly as he approaches, eyes raking over the man in one slow look over, drinking him in.

Oh, this one's beautiful. Beauty is fine and all, but Eliot wonders if he's as fun as he is beautiful. There are plenty of things he can think to do with this one. Drink, smoke, do a few drugs, among other very specific things that dance around in his mind.

But, ah, he has a job to do and he can't stare into those beautiful eyes for too long.

"Penny Adiyodi? Follow me." He can only hope this one passes his exam, both parts of it. It'd be a shame to lose such a pretty man because he couldn't pass a few simple tests.

Before they go, though, he offers the cigarette to Penny to take - almost as if to test if his thoughts of Penny being someone who looks like he's into the same things that Eliot is into. He stands by the thought he looks like someone who would be fun to drink with.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

The alternate carnival entrance

Leverage Season 3 gag reel

[taleswritten]

Fuck, he probably shouldn't have downed that drink so quick. He's not drunk but he's got a buzz going, that's for damn sure. Good, he much rather be buzzed or drunk if they're going to talk about this shit.

This is the point he'd make a joke about his dick when Mischa says what he says. Or, it would be, if he hadn't just soured his mood severely. Eliot doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't want to even think about it.

Unfortunately for Eliot, alcohol makes for loose lips. "The last time I used my so-called potential, I murdered someone." Margo has told him it's not murder, that it was an accident, but he had still wished that kid dead. It was murder, plain and simple.

Now that he thinks about it, booze making one talk more is probably why the bastard is trying to get him drunk in the first place.

"Bullshit."

Mischa watches as Eliot downs that second drink quickly after his denial. He knows better than that. He's watched students come and go from Brakebills South for years now, living in this isolation and exile for his own mistakes.

Mistakes he continues to make, admittedly, but the powers that be pay far less attention to it with him down here. Besides, where would they send him anyways? The moon?

"You have more magic in the tip of your dick than half of the other worthless fledglings here. Except perhaps for Margo, that girl has magic balls." Indeed, he still chuckles at her bold reaction to being stuck in the Antarctic for the next semester.

"Yet you pretend as if you are nothing. It is a waste of talent, and an insult to the potential you have in you to be a great Magician. Like yours truly."

[independent-fics]

Leverage (2008-2012)

01x03 The Wedding Job

Bonus:

[aardvaark]

tara cole my beloved

[hedgiwithapen]

Leverage timetravel, pre pilot/child ot3 meet their redemption era selves

(I took some liberties re: /meeting/) In hindsight, visiting the US Patent office was probably not their smartest move.  Never return to the scene of the crime, and all, at least not if the job was finished. 

But they'd put a pin in going back for the time machine, and not even a really bad idea could deter Hardison from an actual time machine. Well. Portal, like Eliot had said. 

It hadn't come with an instruction manual, but the three of them, Hardison, Parker, Eliot were professionals at figuring things out on the fly . Even lost in the past. Even scattered. 

Hardison knew he just had to wait, though. They'd find each other. They'd lived through the past once, they could deal with it again, especially knowing everything they did. And it wasn't like they had to live through the whole span of years, either. They just had to find each other, put the pieces back together, scattered with them, and go home. Easier said than done--he was starting to think they might have ended up in different times--but still, the Estimated range was fifteen to twenty years, so that was only five max before they met up, right?

Hardison had gotten right to work. Ads in every major newspaper in the heartland cost plenty, but he had years of criminal practice on top of knowing what tech to invest in, so he really wasn't that worried. He guessed Eliot would be betting on sports games, like in Back to the Future. Parker... well, it was hard to guess where she was. Once he and Eliot met up, they'd have to wait for her to get to them. He did have a few things to do, first.

He knocked on Nana's door, feeling like maybe he ought to be wearing a bow tie. 

"What is it? You from the county?" she asked, when she opened the door. He could see behind her a few curious faces, including his own. Damn, he'd been so tiny. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said brightly. He could remember this day, vaguely. The box he held was more familiar than his adult face. "I'm here to install your new computer."

"I didn't order any computer," Nana said. "Run your scam someplace else."

"It's not a scam!" he heard his own voice say. "I entered a contest at school."

He had. And he'd lost. Stupid Jake Puckett had won, a kid who could have easily afforded a computer. Alec hadn't known that though, until Hardison'd checked idly. And he wasn't about to just let all of history change. Well, all his own history. 

"You got some proof of that?" Nana asked, and Alec went  scampering off to his room to find his copy of the essay.

Satisfied with the expertly forged documents (wow! it was much easier to forge past documents when you were in the time they were from!) Nana let him in and pointed to a corner desk near an outlet. 

"You ever use your own one of these?" Hardison asked Alec, who shook his head. " just the one at school. I really won?"

"Sure did. Now, let me show you what this thing can do."

~

Eliot stood at the edge of the field, a newspaper crumpled in his hand. Hardison was in Boston, if the ad was right, and of course the ad was. No one else put that much effort into a coded message. 

He watched the football fly. In two weeks, the kid throwing it would be on a bus to boot camp. He closed his eyes. There were options.  Kid wouldn't believe him, of course. There were no secrets yet, to spill as proof. And he was too stubborn to buy the warning.  A good solid tackle, though. Break his arm bad enough...

He'd thought about it. And then about the what ifs. The blood would still be spilled, he knew that. Someone else would end up on Moreau's chain. Someone else would end up with a half dug grave for Flores, and maybe keep digging it.  Everything he'd done for money, the money'd go to someone else. Job might not get done, or it might. 

He'd be there for his mother's funeral. He'd miss Katherine Clive's. Rebecca Ibanez.  the way the drinking might have gone... he'd miss Nate Ford's.  He'd go to school, like his dad wanted, never play college ball. Study something-- art history, maybe -- but no, that was him now. Not him then. Him then would be angry and broken. Him then wouldn't have... his people.

He crumped the paper further. "Dammit, Hardison," he said quietly, and walked away. 

~

Parker had a code. Some things, you just didn't do. Some were big and flashy and obvious. Some were smaller, quieter. 

Hardison would say she shouldn't do this, she knew, and she usually listened to Hardison. He knew what he was talking about, most of the time. You can't change the past. That'd been part of the lecture before they'd gone to steal the time machine.  You can do things, sure, but you always did them. 

Well, Parker hadn't done this. No one had, back the first time she'd lived through this day. But she was doing it anyways, breaking his rule and her own. You don't steal from kids who don't have anything. 

Carefully, she picked the lock on the child's bicycle chain. 

[yardsards]

i personally think marcille is bisexual but in the "i am attracted the Occasional anime twink and also every woman who has ever walked the earth" way. like a solid 5 on the kinsey scale, y'know?

[leverage-ot3]

no but the hivemind-like exchange between parker and eliot in the rundown job when they are pinned in the subway car and the bioweapon bomb is about to go off

in the beginning of s4 in the long way down job they went to great lengths to firmly establish that to some extent, parker and eliot think the same way. they are able to make those calculations, take those risks, do what needs to be done to protect the ones they love above all else

it’s what makes them them

and in that moment, the three of them are pinned down under the rage of a psychotic gunman and the bomb is seconds away from going off, which would mean thousands and thousands of people would most likely die and only they are the ones that can stop it.

and more importantly, hardison is there, right beside them, and he would die too if the bomb went off and that was something they couldn’t accept. not now, not ever. there is no plan m.

so eliot gives parker a look and a nod, and she kisses hardison for the luck she’s never needed before and they jump into action. eliot steps into the line of fire to cover parker (always, forever. ‘til his dying day) and she runs off to neutralize the bomb at the very last second.

hardison is horrified and terrified for them but it’s what they do, who they are, it’s what makes them them and parker and eliot have that same deep understanding to know that

[lasouris-r]

[anarchypumpkincowboy]

Them betting and then arguing whether the bet is off or not and Eliot goes “Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook”

“Alright then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over.” ���Bone in, well done?” “Well done, bone in.” “Alright” and then the fucking little smile Eliot gives afterwards I love them and their bromance your honor

[poguesmaybank]

All I’m saying is the fact that someone isn’t talking to me about Eliot Spencer every second of every day is very unfair and borderline illegal.

[taleswritten]

@pennyinyourthoughts sent “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” to Eliot

The alarm pulls him so cruelly from such a deep peaceful sleep, and Penny too, by the sounds of it. At this point, he's not so sure he would care if Penny threw it out the window.

Penny.

Wait a minute.

Eliot can now clearly feel the marks from last night, the hickeys and the bite marks that throb so nicely along his flesh. It wasn't as if Eliot didn't know what he was doing, he was very much aware and consenting, he just hadn't thought of what would come next.

Well, this feels a bit awkward.

He reaches out to shut the alarm off, blindly feeling around before he gives up and sits up to turn it off. The alarm finally goes off and he turns his head to look at Penny who seems so content laying next to him.

He's not quite sure what to say, not sure where they stand now. Is this a one-time thing or is there more to it? He's no stranger to one-night stands but they're usually not with advisors and friends.

Shit.

[nival-kenival]

I'm thinking about writing a leverage Discworld crossover because I love both of them

But I'm worried if I make Hardison a goblin if it is like racist? To be clear, none of the team would be human.

Goblins in Discworld (specifically mentioned in Raising Steam and maybe Snuff) are the best coders ever for the clacks, and they are amazing with picking up and improving technology, quite literally better at it than humans and other species (Raising Steam)

But... Goblins were until very recently a race that was looked down upon, and is still likened to unclean things even though the people of Ankh-Morpork are quickly warming up to the species

I am just worried if I make the black man a goblin it could be seen as problematic. Any thoughts would be appreciated

[firebirdsdaughter]

Have I mentioned today…

… how much I love Nate and Eliot?

[independent-fics]

Ahhh Parker’s little smile hello to Eliot after she drops in in “The (Very) Big Bird Job”.

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Okay, I have no idea how many of you Leverage fans have seen and/or like Hawaii 5-0- but I think it would be funny to see Danny Williams and Steve McGarrett work with Leverage.

Especially with Parker.

Imagine two (semi) by the book cops- working with con-artists. Working with a women people think is legit crazy. And then having her be protected by Eliot who could stare down Steve.