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trekscribbles · 4 months ago
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This idea has been floating around my head for 3 years, and now I finally have time to attempt it: the Stone Triplets, aka the Terrible Triplets, aka the Devlin-Kane Trio. I finished the lines today and will hopefully be able to start shading tonight.
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geeky-nightphilosopher · 11 months ago
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Okay- but...
Has anyone else noticed that at least with Dean Devlin- Christian Kanes characters all have some sort of ties to each other?
I mean:
Eliot Spencer; A military bred, mercenary trained, with multiple aliases- with a specific skill set, con-artist.
Jacob Stone; An art historian, with multiple aliases, genius brain, eidetic memory (?), librarian.
Alex Walker; con-artist, with multiple aliases, an eye for detail, retired giftshop owner.
The characters might not be the same but there still enough for them to be long lost triplets or something.
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geeky-nightphilosopher · 1 year ago
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Personally, I think Eliot is the oldest. He's has a lot of oldest brother vibes. And Alex just like- moving to an island without really thinking about it is definitely middle child syndrome. Jake? Yeah. He's definitely the youngest. His whole persona oozes Eliots- but almost like a little brother would imitate an older brother
In the whole Christian Kane-Dean Devil created characters being triplets deal, who do you think is oldest and youngest? I feel like Alex is the oldest, then Eliot, and Jacob is the youngest. Why? I can't explain it. But Alex got into law enforcement and Eliot saw that and decided to do it as well, but in his own way. Meanwhile, Jacob went completely off the beaten path to spite all of that. Typical youngest brother.
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beausling · 7 months ago
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the big masterlist
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FICTIONAL CHARACTERS
˗ˏˋSUPERNATURAL´ˎ˗
ę©ś dean winchester
ę©ś sam winchester
ę©ś castiel
˗ˏˋMARVEL´ˎ˗
ę©ś sam wilson
ę©ś bucky barnes
garden
ę©ś steve rogers
˗ˏˋTHE BOYS´ˎ˗
ę©ś marvin milk
ę©ś billy butcher
ę©ś hughie campbell
ę©ś frenchie
ę©ś soldier boy
˗ˏˋTHE WALKING DEAD´ˎ˗
ę©ś glenn rhee
ę©ś rick grimes
ę©ś carl grimes
ę©ś daryl dixon
˗ˏˋSONS OF ANARCHY´ˎ˗
ę©ś jax teller
ę©ś opie winston
ę©ś chibs telford
ę©ś tig trager
ę©ś juice ortiz
ę©ś happy lowman
ę©ś half-sack epps
˗ˏˋGREYSVERSE´ˎ˗
ę©ś mark sloan
ę©ś derek shepherd
ę©ś alex karev
ę©ś travis montgomery
ę©ś jack gibson
ę©ś dean miller
ę©ś theo ruiz
˗ˏˋ911VERSE´ˎ˗
ę©ś evan buckley
ę©ś paul strickland
ę©ś carlos strand-reyes
ę©ś tk strand-reyes
˗ˏˋSCREAMTV´ˎ˗
ę©ś jake fitzgerald
ę©ś will belmont
ę©ś noah foster
ę©ś eli hudson
˗ˏˋOUTER BANKS´ˎ˗
ę©ś pope heyward
ę©ś jj maybank
ę©ś rafe cameron
˗ˏˋT70SVERSE´ˎ˗
ę©ś michael kelso
ę©ś steven hyde
ę©ś jay kelso
˗ˏˋ13 REASONS WHY´ˎ˗
ę©ś justin foley
ę©ś clay jensen
ę©ś zach dempsey
ę©ś alex standall
˗ˏˋTHE SOCIETY´ˎ˗
ę©ś grizz visser
ę©ś sam eliot
ę©ś harry bingham
˗ˏˋGILMORE GIRLS´ˎ˗
ę©ś dean forester
ę©ś jess mariano
ę©ś tristan dugray
ę©ś dave rygalski
REAL PEOPLE
˗ˏˋGREY 59´ˎ˗
ę©ś ruby da cherry
ę©ś scrim
ę©ś night lovell
ę©ś max beck
˗ˏˋSTURNIOLO TRIPLETS´ˎ˗
ę©ś matt
ę©ś chris
ę©ś nick
˗ˏˋMISC´ˎ˗
ę©ś jensen ackles + other characters
being jackles’ controversially young!gf (insta au)
ę©ś anthony mackie
ę©ś karl urban
ę©ś charlie hunnam
ę©ś oliver stark
ę©ś rudy pankow
ę©ś drew starkey
ę©ś mace coronel
ę©ś dylan minnette
these are all the characters and people that i’ve written for, or plan to write/create bots for in the future. you can request anything for these characters or people, or any others, be it platonic or otherwise, at any time and i will try to get to them as soon as i can. there are some characters/people i will not write for.
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queenofglassbeliever · 9 months ago
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I know there's a Stone brothers theory; Eliot, Jake, and Alex are estranged triplets or something like that. But my personal theory/headcanon is that they are the same person from different timelines.
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mother-shipper · 3 years ago
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Stone Triplets
I promised more to come so here’s a little slice of what  @letsstealsomethiefjuice and I have been talking about.
Alex is the oldest of them. ...well, by 15 minutes. He was followed by Jake who came into the world with the same quiet calm he had always possessed. 10 minutes after that came Eliot, making him -just barely- the youngest of the four Stone children. Telling them this information was one of the worst parenting decisions that Isaac Stone and his late wife ever made. This led to no end of bickering between Alex who loved to proudly hold his status as eldest over the other two and Eliot who loathed more than anything being touted as the “baby”. It was the root of so many sibling arguments and often escalated to full fist fights with Jake trying pointedly to stay out of it by burying his nose in a book. 
Their sister Sarah, on the other hand, had no qualms about jumping in and reminding them both that she was in fact the eldest and could send them both back to God same day shipping if they didn’t shut the fuck up so she could watch her shows in peace. It was no great surprise when Sarah became a cage fighter but her decision to retire to raise a family instead of going pro certainly was. 
Despite the fighting, all the Stone siblings were close. If you messed with one of them, you messed with all of them and you had to be pretty ballsy to mess with one Stone in the first place. They were ride or die. ...until they weren’t.
Stone Hardware was Isaac’s lifeblood. He had made all his kids spend their summers working there and would critique and judge their work the entire time. They needed to know what they were doing because he was giving it to Alex, his eldest son, when he was ready to retire. So when Alex disappeared three months before graduation with nothing but a letter saying he was going to make his own path in the world, it hit them all hard. Isaac was angry, calling Alex ungrateful and spoiled and every name in the book. Jake and Eliot were just...bereft. Their brother was gone. He left and hadn’t said a word of it to either of them. They could feel the emptiness where their third should have been and they felt completely and utterly abandoned. 
Eliot knew he could never just disappear. That’s why he told his father he was leaving. He was enlisting. He wanted to make a difference. He wanted to protect people. But Isaac wouldn’t listen to reason. He was adamant Eliot stay. He was the natural next choice for the family business. But Eliot knew what he wanted and could be just as stubborn as Isaac. He had expected some push back. What he hadn’t expected was the “if you leave, don’t bother coming back”. He hadn’t expected the hollow, quiet anger in Jake’s face when he found Eliot still packing.
That was the last time any of the brothers spoke to each other. They were all too angry, too proud, too hurt to be the one to pick up the damn phone. 
Alex was the first to change his name. He found some woman and they flew out to vegas to elope, Alex taking her last name because he knew how pissed off his dad would be if he ever found out. Evelyn hadn’t been part of that plan but never-the-less, he did his best to be part of her life and support her even when the spite marriage fell apart and his work with the DEA took him all around the world at the drop of a hat.
Eliot changed his name when he left the service, once the American dream of serving his country fell away to the darkness of what was really happening in ours and every government and he switched sides. He didn’t want to put his family at risk and so he started using his mother’s maiden name. Spencer. 
Jake, however… Jake gave up everything to stay in Oklahoma and look after his father. He turned down full ride scholarships to places like Harvard, Yale and Berkley, instead getting degrees online. He wrote award winning papers under pseudonyms, never getting the fame or credit for his work in art, mythology, architecture and so much more. He could have been a professor, a consultant, a career scholar but instead he was working on an oil rig and taking care of his old man, watching the family business fall apart, his dad drink himself to death and the ghosts of what his family had been floating through the old house. That is until he got dragged into The Library and all its craziness, dropping him in Portland.
Portland where he followed his partners into a local brew pub that had been getting rave reviews for a spontaneous lunch date. Portland where he looks over to the bar to see an all too familiar if older looking face standing in the service window barking orders into the kitchen. đź‘€
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This is why I feel like Eliot wasn’t really adopted as a baby. I think he said that to keep anyone from asking more questions. But the idea that he was adopted at 12 or 13, that makes more sense.
12 year old triplet boys who were prone to fighting and starting brawls at school was not something Isaac Stone could handle like a decent human being, not after losing his wife. Generational trauma is a bitch. That’s no excuse, just an explanation.
Isaac Stone was an abusive POS, but when Eliot was adopted by Billy Spencer and his wife, and Alex was sent to live with Isaac’s brother in law Danny Walker, at least he was able to get his shit together for Jake.
And now Eliot has vowed to never let another man get away with abusing his children, not if he had something to do about it.
in the low low price job eliot is at the center of the gloat and the walkaway. eliot brings beer when he returns and is denied entry to the home he grew up in. when nate's at his lowest with alcoholism in the snow job eliot gets himself between nate and the rest of the team; pushes back in a way that draws his attention and keeps nate from lashing out at anyone else. we know eliot isn't an only child, thanks to the miracle job; his nephew would love bibletopia.
(low low price: eliot grew up in rural oklahoma. low low price: eliot hasn't been home since he was 18. what about eliot who performs landmarks of typical masculinity so well could result in such complete rejection from his god loving father? it's hardison eliot's able to confide this in. is it a question we really need to ask, after all?)
in the order 23 job it's eliot who knows on sight that the child with a broken arm is being abused. the kid's dad's social tie to the local cops: they drink together. when eliot and hardison impersonate cops in the morning after job, eliot demands they respond to a called in disturbance with a weapon, because there might be kids in the house.
where do you think eliot learned the relational dynamic he engages in with nate, and before that moreau? eliot left home because he "needed to get out of there". eliot has never lived a life free from controlling men. he may have left, but did he succeed in his escape? why or why not?
it takes eliot five seasons to mention his dad. he never mentions his mom. the carnival job does not center eliot in the gloat but as they walk away we get him centered briefly. nate's the one who says she's dead, but it's eliot who asks about the kid's mom. it's eliot who connects with her in a way it seems nobody has since that loss. in the future job eliot rummages in a car to provide facts so tara can pull off the psychic act. his voice wavers, when he mentions the breast cancer ribbon on the mirror. eliot never mentions his mom. eliot never mentions his mom.
would parker have ever mentioned the brother she lost, were it not for the fake psychic's violating reveal? why do you think eliot never mentions his mom?
fuck redemption's revisionist history. the original run said enough to paint a full and heartbreaking picture of eliot's family all on its own.
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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago
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the christian kane triplet trifecta dynamics
eliot spencer: ex-special ops and former assassin and guard dog for international criminal damien moreau. best retrieval specialist in the world for a time, never having to use a gun to get his job done. competent and knowledgeable, if not genius level. now part of a gang of robin hood-esque thieves that Provide Leverage™
jacob stone: genius, expert in the arts, architecture, history, etc, works in a magical library that he was handpicked for by a magical entity
alex walker: retired DEA agent that can’t seem to retire, competent in his line of work specifically and a Chaotic Idiot™ the rest of the time, wants some goddamn peace and quiet, everything causes him anxiety
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trekscribbles · 2 months ago
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I have 3 ideas, all of which I'm very excited about, and I have no idea what to choose. It would help me so much to know if anyone is interested in any of these to help me narrow down my choices.
1. Part 3 in my Stone Triplets Trilogy: When Alex is kidnapped by the Curator, Jake works with Eliot and the Leverage team to rescue him. Meanwhile, Alex pulls a "Ransom of Red Chief" and is the most irritating kidnapping victim ever.
2. Third in the Killing (temporary title stolen from The Iliad): Eliot is captured and drugged during a job. When Parker and Hardison come to rescue him, he doesn't recognize them and attacks. (So much angst in this one, guys. But a happy ending.)
3. The Bushwhack Job: Eliot wakes up on the sidewalk beside a dead man, with no memory of who he is or what happened to the other man. He only knows two things for certain: someone is trying to kill him, and he's not going to wait around for it to happen. (Some more angst when the team thinks Eliot is dead, and while Eliot tries to figure out what kind of man he is with only violent muscle memories to guide him.)
Or none of them, I guess. That's an option too.
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geeky-nightphilosopher · 1 year ago
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Okay,
I am now a firm believer that Alex Walker, Jacob Stone, and Eliot Spencer are triplets. Eli is the oldest, Jacob the middle, and Alex is the youngest. (Obviously)
I have a headcanon that Jacob is a librarian because the Library sensed magic in him and the boy's have this triplet telepathy. It's stronger when they are near each other and weaker when they aren't near each other. Not only is it mentally bond, but physically.
The magic goes dormant in all three when Eli "dies." Then, when they all meet up in the Philippines (because let's be honest- that's where they would meet.) The telepathy comes back full force and knocks them all on their butts.
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trekscribbles · 3 years ago
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Triple Threat: A Stone Triplets Fic (Chapter 2)
Fandoms: Leverage/Leverage Redemption, Librarians, and Almost Paradise
Cross-Posted: Ao3 and FF
Summary: Eliot and Jake are both in the Philippines for separate jobs that turn out to be related. Kai takes the existence of Alex's brothers as a personal attack on her mental health. Ernesto happily goes along for the ride.
Read Chapter 1 here.
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Chapter 2: Double Trouble
The last time Eliot saw Alex was when they were 16 years old. Alex had been living with Uncle Danny for 6 years at that point, so the brothers didn't have much of a relationship even then, and the reunion had been awkward and tense. Jake was the one who tried to keep them together, who talked their father into hosting Christmas that year. He was the one who'd called Alex and begged him to come home for a week. Just a week.
They'd lasted three days.
At the time Eliot had blamed Alex—immature, bull-headed Alex, whose verbal and then physical fights with their father had led to his living with Uncle Danny in the first place. If he could have just learned to keep his mouth shut, most of the fights wouldn't have happened. Eliot and Jake had learned that lesson—why couldn't Alex? He always had to have the last word, no matter what the cost.
That last visit was what finally convinced Eliot to leave home. He thought about college, but eventually decided to enlist as soon as he turned 18 (without telling their father). Jake was supposed to go with him, but he'd wanted to see Alex one more time before they left. When months went by and Alex didn't come back, Eliot left both his brothers behind.
Age had given Eliot perspective, but by the time he was ready to apologize, Jake wouldn't take his calls. Alex had already joined the DEA, and a series of undercover assignments for both of them made it impossible for Eliot to reach out. And then he got involved with Moreau, and getting in touch was no longer an option. It would have put them in too much danger, and that was one thing Eliot would never do. But after a while, even that became an excuse. After he escaped Moreau, after Nate created a team and a family for him, he let the silence continue. He'd made that choice on his own.
And now apparently Alex was in the Philippines. Permanently, according to the detective who introduced herself as Kai Mendoza. That was all she would tell him (through gritted teeth, as though Eliot had committed some unforgivable sin by asking). "We have to take care of this mess," she'd grumbled. "Then we'll take you to see Alex."
She hadn't asked if Eliot wanted to see Alex, and part of him was glad for that. If he'd been given the option, he wasn't sure he'd have said yes. It would have been easy to say that he was too busy, that he couldn't stay, that it was better for them not to meet. But now that the offer was there, Eliot couldn't turn it down. One way or another, he was going to see his brother today.
Kai and her partner Ernesto drove him and the two men they'd arrested to the police station, where Eliot was firmly told to stay in the car. Kai paused after giving the order as if waiting for him to argue, even after he nodded and promised to stay put. Apparently Alex hadn't changed much since they were kids.
While the others were inside, Eliot took a few minutes to call Hardison and update him on the job. It was just the two of them on this one, with Hardison pulling the strings from somewhere in Vietnam while Eliot worked on the ground in Cebu.
Hardison picked up on the first ring. "All done? I booked you a flight back to New Orleans on—"
"I ran into a little snag," Eliot interrupted.
"What kind of snag?"
Eliot explained most of his encounter with Kai and Ernesto, but he couldn't bring himself to include the fact that he'd been mistaken for one of his long-lost triplet brothers. Hardison knew he had siblings, but Eliot hadn't ever gone into details about them. He wasn't sure what he'd say now, and he knew Hardison would have questions. Best to leave it be. He'd give Hardison a more in-depth explanation later.
"So now what?" Hardison asked.
"Now we wait and see if they can salvage the sting. If they arrest Flores, our work is done."
"And if they don't?"
"I'll let you know."
There was a pause, as if Hardison was trying to decide whether or not to voice his next thought. "Is there something else?"
Eliot sighed. He tried not to lie to Hardison or Parker, but he didn't want to have this conversation now. "Not about the job," he answered. "I'll explain later."
To his credit, Hardison didn't argue, even though he had to be burning with curiosity. "Okay. Call back when you have more to share."
"Yeah."
It was another twenty minutes before Kai and Ernesto emerged from the police station, both wearing grim expressions. They were talking as they approached the car, and Eliot caught the tail end of their conversation through the open windows.
"I didn't want to bring him in on this," Kai was saying.
Ernesto shrugged. "We don't really have a choice anymore."
"Things get messy when his family is involved. It'll only complicate things."
Interesting. Which of his relatives had already come to the island? Evidently Eliot's family had a knack for disrupting the locals.
"Ocampo's orders," Ernesto said. He opened the passenger door and slid into the car, turning to look over his shoulder at Eliot. "We'll take you to see Alex, but you're going to have to come back to the station and explain what you were doing with Flores."
Eliot crossed his arms. "Figured you'd want to know that first."
"We do," Kai said, with a frown at her partner. "You owe the delay to Alex. He's helped us out in the past, and Ernesto thinks we should tell him you're here before he finds out from someone else."
"The surprise could kill him," Ernesto said mildly.
"You just want to see his face when we show up with his doppelganger."
"Don't you?" Ernesto asked. Kai huffed and dropped into the driver's seat.
They lapsed into silence during the drive, which Eliot appreciated. His stomach had begun an uneasy churn, though he told himself it was just because of the heat. There was nothing to be nervous about. Sure Eliot hadn't reached out, but neither had Alex. Neither had Jake, for that matter. Eliot had gone home once, just after he got out of the service, and found Jake had taken over the oil company. Their neighbors said that Jake was turning things around, digging out of debt and even managing a profit, and Eliot accepted the blessing and drove out of town without stopping by the house. It was enough that Jake was happy. He didn't need Eliot coming back and ruining things for him.
Kai pulled into the parking lot of another hotel, dodging groups of brightly dressed tourists as she went. "He owns the gift shop here at the resort," Ernesto explained, flashing a friendly smile over his shoulder. Kai didn't look at him as she got out of the car, but Eliot was happy to keep his silence. He trailed behind her as she led the way through the resort, winding around pools and umbrella-covered tables, slowing every few moments so Ernesto could greet someone. Apparently the friendliness wasn't an act—or else it was a very good one. But something about the man felt genuine, as if he couldn't be bothered to put up a front.
Kai, on the other hand... she was harder to read. Especially now that she wasn't giving Eliot anything to work with except the occasional glare.
Before long the bustle of the resort faded as concrete transitioned to sand beneath their feet. A small building rose ahead of them, still against the backdrop of gentle waves and lazy clouds. A soft breeze ruffled Eliot's hair, filling his lungs with salt and sunshine. He wanted to stop, to look out at the water and breathe in the sea spray and the silence, but the others kept walking.
No wonder Alex had picked this spot. If retirement was in Eliot's future, he could see himself in a place like this.
Ernesto reached the door, and Eliot took one last windswept breath to brace himself.
"You look nervous," Kai murmured.
No he didn't. He knew he didn't, because the only emotions he gave away were the ones he wanted people to see. And he was most definitely not nervous. But her eyes lingered on his, and something softened in her expression.
"Don't worry," she said, giving him a small, hesitant smile. "It'll be fine."
"Alex," Ernesto called, and Eliot's stomach gave another roll. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He tried to back away, but Kai put her hand on his arm and cut off his retreat, guiding him inside.
The gift shop was empty besides one man restocking a rack of post cards. He stood with his back to them, but it was impossible to mistake him for anyone else. He had the same build as Eliot, the same brown hair he'd have to fight to keep straight in this humidity, the same scarred hands from years of work and fighting.
"Hey!" Alex said without turning around. "Check it out, I got new cards."
Ernesto started across the room, gesturing for Eliot to follow. "How come you didn't tell us you had a twin?"
Alex looked at him. "A twin? I don't have a tw—"
His eyes fell on Eliot, and his words died. Eliot could feel Kai watching them, waiting for a reaction, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Hey, how've you been the last 30 years? Oh, me? Well, first I was an international assassin, and now I work with a group of thieves who steal from the rich and give to the poor. I still punch people for a living though. How about you?
Something started beeping. Eliot started—no, not started, just looked around for the source—but Alex slapped his hand to his wrist and the sound stopped.
"Everything okay?" Ernesto asked. Alex made a noncommittal sound, glancing at him before returning his attention to Eliot. His eyes seemed bluer than Eliot remembered. It was probably just the lighting, but since it was the only thought that didn't spiral out of control, it was the one Eliot clung to. Blue eyes like their mother's, like the pond water in the back yard. Blue eyes that had been red with anger and hurt the last time he'd seen them.
"Which one are you?" Alex asked.
Behind him, Kai made a choking sound. Ernesto shushed her.
"But—" she sputtered. "Are there more of them?"
Eliot refocused on his brother. "You don't recognize me?"
"You both look the same," Alex deadpanned.
"Well, we're in the Philippines and I'm speaking English."
For a long moment Alex simply stared at him as if trying to read the details of their separation in his face. Then he reached out, and Eliot braced himself for the punch. He wouldn't fight back—not at first, not unless things got out of hand. He could take a hit or two, let Alex burn off some of his anger, and then try talking. They weren't 16 anymore. They could handle this like adults.
But Alex didn't hit him. His arms flashed out past Eliot's head, wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him tight. "Eliot," he murmured, crushing him in a hug that drove the breath from Eliot's lungs. He didn't care. He grabbed two fistfuls of Alex's shirt and squeezed, pressing everything he couldn't voice into the embrace.
"It's good to see you," Alex said at last, gruffly. He pulled away without taking his hands from Eliot's shoulders. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh... work."
Alex frowned at the hesitation. "What kind of work?"
Eliot sent a look over his shoulder, where Kai and Ernesto still waited. They clearly had some kind of relationship with Alex, but how far did that extend? Likely not far enough to keep from arresting Eliot for the half-dozen laws he'd broken to secure his meeting with Flores. "I'll tell you later."
"Now's as good a time as any," Kai said. "You can tell us now or at the station, whichever you prefer."
"We can give them a little longer," Ernesto argued.
"Flores is still out there. The longer we wait, the more time he has to act."
"Who's Flores?" Alex asked. He let his hands slide from Eliot's shoulders, a frown settling over his face.
Kai gave him a pointed look. "I'll tell you later."
"I think you should tell me now."
"I don't care what—"
Ernesto held his hands up, putting himself between the two of them. "Kai, we can give them a few more minutes to catch up. We'll be outside, Alex. Ten minutes." He looked at Eliot. "Then you come to the station with us. Understand?"
"Fine," Alex said. "Ten minutes. I got it."
Though Kai looked like she wanted to argue, she allowed Ernesto to guide her toward the door. "Nice friends you've got," Eliot muttered.
He'd meant it as a joke, but Alex gave a serious nod. "Yeah. They are. They're closer than some of my family."
Apparently they were going to fight after all. "I didn't know how to contact you," Eliot said.
"You're smart. You couldn't figure something out?"
"Couldn't you?" Eliot countered. "The last I heard you were undercover. Reaching out would have put you in danger."
"I'm retired now," Alex said.
"So I hear."
Alex crossed his arms over his chest. "I did try to find you. There was a rumor going around that you'd died."
"I didn't. Well, I did once, but it didn't stick."
"How long ago was that?"
"While you were still undercover."
Alex gave a frustrated growl. "Fine. We both could have done more, alright? Just... fill me in on the case."
The case was a safe topic, so Eliot embraced the change without complaint. He gave his brother the basics as he knew them: Robert Flores was looking to set up a base to smuggle drugs to the United States. Hardison had been tracking him throughout Asia, but when business kept him in Vietnam he'd contacted Eliot about finishing the job. "Should have been simple enough," Eliot said. "Set up a meeting, figure out his weakness, take him down."
"But you weren't the only one after him," Alex said. He heaved a sigh. "How mad was Kai when you showed up?"
An involuntary smile pulled at Eliot's lips. "She thought I was you. I think she wanted to kill me more than Flores's men did."
Alex chuckled, sobering a moment later. "So this is what you do? You go after international criminals?"
"More or less."
"With who? I mean—CIA? Interpol?"
"It's kind of a freelance operation."
Alex shook his head. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It's a lot to explain," Eliot said. "And I will, I promise. Soon as we have the time."
"Right." Alex gave him another long look, and a small grin appeared on his face. "It's good to see you, man. It's been too long."
Eliot didn't try to stop his answering grin. "You go by Walker now?"
"You'd already taken Mom's name. Didn't leave me with much of a choice."
"Yeah, but... Walker? As in Texas Ranger?"
Alex hissed and shot a look toward the door. "Don't say it out loud, man. I've got a reputation to keep up here."
Eliot laughed, but Ernesto chose that moment to knock and peek into the gift shop, effectively ending the conversation. "You two finished?" he called.
"For now," Alex answered. "Where's Kai?"
"She went to get some coffee. She'll be back any minute."
Alex nodded. "Good. I wanna be back before the afternoon rush."
"You're not coming," Ernesto said. "I don't think Kai can handle two of you."
Eliot folded his arms. "For the record, I'm not Alex's double. If anything he's my double. I'm older."
"By eight minutes," Alex snapped.
"That's older."
Alex huffed a wordless reply, and Eliot felt a glow of something familiar in his chest. This was an argument they'd had hundreds of times—Eliot, being the oldest, started it most often when they were kids. Jake had come next, and then Alex—Baby Alex, they called him, whenever he was being annoying. Eliot was pleased to find the joke still funny.
Even better, Alex seemed to still find it annoying. Eliot couldn't say why that felt so comforting. Maybe it was just that he was thankful to see a glimpse of the old Alex, the one he'd known before they let their father and their pride get in the way of their relationship. Maybe it was the fact that Alex was relaxed enough to have this conversation in front of Ernesto. Maybe Alex had found a team the way Eliot had.
Maybe it was a good thing he'd come here after all.
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trekscribbles · 3 years ago
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Triple Threat: A Stones Triplet Fic
Fandoms: Leverage/Leverage Redemption, Librarians, and Almost Paradise Cross-Posted: Ao3 and FF Summary: So I shared some ideas about this fic here, not intending to actually write it. And then people asked for it and I have zero self control, so here you go!
A simple smuggling case. That was all this was supposed to be—just a smuggler looking to set up shop on the island, some place where he'd be able to store and ferry goods to the United States without attracting too much attention. Kai expected to wrap up the case in a couple of days, without Alex's help.
Of course it never works out that way.
She's used to Alex interfering with her cases, but she didn't even tell him about this one. So how did he end up with the smuggler she was supposed to be meeting, and why doesn't the seem to know her?
Or: Eliot and Jake are both in the Philippines for separate jobs that turn out to be related. Kai takes the existence of Alex's brothers as a personal attack on her mental health. Ernesto happily goes along for the ride.
Chapter One: DĂ©jĂ  Vu
A simple smuggling case. That was all this was supposed to be—just a smuggler looking to set up shop on the island, some place where he'd be able to store and ferry goods to the United States without attracting too much attention. Ocampo hadn't even asked Alex for help, even though they suspected drugs were involved. "We need more information," Ocampo told Kai. "Just meet with him and see what you can find out." No need to involve the most annoying man on the island.
Kai didn't tell Alex about any of it. It was only the third time Ocampo trusted her to go undercover, and though she wasn't above using Alex's help when it was necessary, this was something she could handle on her own. Ernesto would be monitoring the meeting from nearby, ready to come to her aid, but she was confident in her skills. It was a simple case. She could handle it.
She made contact with the smuggler, telling him she could get a cargo plane for his use and ensure the attention of the authorities was elsewhere when he was ready to load it. The meeting had gone well, well enough that he asked her to join him in his hotel room the following day to hash out the details. Ocampo had been thrilled, and she'd gotten the proud grin from Ernesto that always made her feel like she could take on the world. "Wrap this up, Detective," Ocampo said, already planning the press release for the end of the case. One more meeting, and it would all be over. A swift ending to a simple case.
The next morning she found the hotel fifteen minutes before their appointed time and knocked on door 211, letting herself in when a voice yelled, "We're on the balcony." The we made her nervous, but she told herself it didn't matter. Once she found out what the cargo was, she'd have enough to arrest him.
But then she walked onto the balcony and found her contact raising a toast to Alex Walker, and it took all of her self-control not to break character and strangle him right there.
The smuggler stood up with a grin. "Ah, Ms. Navarro," he said, motioning for her to be seated next to Alex. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"No," she choked out. "Thank you."
He shrugged and swept his hand toward Alex. "This is my American contact, Marc Rosen. Mr. Rosen, my associate Nicole Navarro."
Alex gave her a polite smile, and his eyes seemed to laugh at her.
"Mr. Flores," she said tersely. "I thought we'd agreed to keep this meeting between us."
Robert Flores shrugged and again gestured to the chair beside Alex. "I assure you, Mr. Rosen is essential to this operation. He has already arranged a buyer in the United States. All we need from you, Ms. Navarro, is to follow through on your promise with the planes."
Kai sat, forcing her tensed shoulders to relax. "The flight is already secured," she said. "But I need to know what it is I'll be transporting."
Flores smiled. "All in good time."
"Time is the problem," Kai said. "We only have three days before the plane is scheduled to depart, with or without your cargo. I can't prepare properly until I know what we'll be loading."
"I will take care of that. Three days is plenty of time."
"Then... once you've made your payment, I will tell you where to bring your cargo." She managed this with only a single glance (not a glare) at Alex, who had returned his attention to Flores. A sand-colored fedora was pulled low over Alex's eyes, shading a face that seemed paler than usual. In an instant her irritation turned to worry. Did he know Flores from his time as a DEA agent? Had he arranged the meeting, or had Flores contacted him?
Why couldn't he just tell her before he did stupid things like this?
"I am glad to hear it," Flores said. He was still standing, and Kai bristled at the imbalance—he towered over them in a position of power while they literally sat in his shadow. "Mr. Rosen was just telling me that his buyer is anxious to get his hands on this shipment."
Alex huffed a nervous laugh. "Well, you know how it is when the guy in the big office wants something. Patience ain't exactly a virtue for my boss."
"Luckily for you, I have what he needs," Flores said, lifting his glass with a chuckle.
"Is that Alex?" Ernesto asked through her earbud. "What's he doing there?"
Kai chanced another glance at him, wishing she could reach over and wring the answer from his throat. His body language was all wrong. His shoulders were drawn in, the fingers of his left hand fidgeting against his palm. His voice had been different too—almost hesitant, self-depreciating. Usually Alex played a loud character, brash and confident, always pushing to keep his mark off-balance. This... this was just another pencil-pusher running an errand for his boss. Insignificant. Overlookable.
And it was working. A hard, greedy glint flashed in Flores's eye as he swallowed the rest of his drink, his gaze lingering on the trembling glass in Alex's hand. "Well," he grinned. "There is much to be done. Wait here. Your payment is in my adjoining room." He set his glass down on the balcony railing and strode into the hotel room. Kai watched him go, but as soon as the door closed she rounded on Alex.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds to explain yourself."
He blinked at her. "What?"
"Why are you here? Did Ocampo tell you about the case? Did Flores contact you?"
"Did—what? Why would—?"
"Or do you just like messing with my life? Because I swear, Alex, when this is over I'm—"
The hallway door opened before she could finish, and two men in black jackets entered the room. Neither of them was Flores. "Your payment," one said, holding out an envelope.
"Oh... thank you." She stood and entered the room, aware of Alex trailing behind her. He stepped to her left, covering her weak side as she reached out for the payment.
But the second her fingers brushed the envelope, Alex flashed past her to strike the back of the man's outstretched elbow. He screamed, staggering, and Alex pulled him away from Kai and hurled him toward the wall. The other man lunged into the room, but Alex met him with a neat punch to the jaw. He dodged a swing and caught the man's wrist, bashing his elbow into the side of his face. The first man had regained his balance by then, steadying himself against the wall before squaring himself to the fight.
That was when Kai reached him. His attention was on Alex, so it was easy for her to get close and grab his forearm. She drove her knee into the man's stomach, using the momentum of his fall to throw him to the ground. She turned as Alex ducked another jab and slammed his fist into his opponent's cheek. The man dropped, sprawling at Alex's feet and lying motionless.
"What the hell was that?" Kai demanded, stomping down on her man's back to keep him on the floor.
"Kai?" Ernesto said in her ear. "Everything okay?"
Alex knelt to pick up the envelope. "They were gonna kill us."
"He was handing over the payment!"
He tilted his hand so she could see inside the empty envelope. "Flores knew you were coming," he said, running his hands over his fallen opponent's waist and producing a long serrated knife. "He should have had the payment ready."
Damn it—she hated when he was right.
"He must have guessed you're a cop," Alex went on, taking off his hat and dragging a hand through his hair. "Probably one of your first undercover assignments? You know what you're doing, I'll give you that, but you pushed too hard for the cargo. You have to let the mark think he's in control."
"What are you...?" Kai started, but she trailed off when Alex put his hand down. Freed from the hat, his hair fell over his forehead and down around his ears, long enough to brush his shoulders. "Are you wearing a wig?"
"Am—am I—?" he sputtered. "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but—" He broke off, eyes widening. "Wait, you called me Alex before. Alex Stone?"
All at once, her vision seemed to shift. The man before her had Alex's face, but now that she looked closer, she could see a handful of inconsistencies. A scar over his eyebrow that hadn't been there before, a leanness about his jaw, a shadow she'd never seen in his eyes. Ernesto kept talking through the earbud, but she was only half-listening.
She stared into the face of her friend, and a stranger looked back.
The door burst open, breaking the tension that had paralyzed the room and tearing Not Alex's attention from her. Ernesto came in with his gun drawn, not quite pointing at the imposter, but not aimed at the men who'd attacked them either.
"Your partner?" asked Not Alex. His voice was calm, but so gruff she could barely understand it. She motioned for Ernesto to put his gun away. He swept a shrewd look over her, checking for injuries, and then knelt beside her man on the floor and pulled a pair of handcuffs off his belt.
The imposter cleared his throat. "Do you know Alex Stone?"
For a moment Kai considered lying, but the sharpness in Not Alex's eyes had softened. The look he gave her wasn't quite pleading, but it was clearly a request. She heard the please in his eyes as clearly as if he'd said it out loud.
So, in a voice that sounded more confident than she felt, she answered, "Alex Walker."
A snort of laughter blew through the imposter's nose. "Walker? He could have picked anything, and he went with Walker? At least I used a family name."
"No," Ernesto said to himself, shooting Kai with a look that somehow contained astonishment, delight, and trepidation all at once.
Kai echoed the denial in her head. This couldn't be happening.
"My name is Eliot," the other man said.
Don't say it. Don't—
"I'm Alex's brother."
No. No no no no no.
There were two of them.
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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago
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I haven’t even watched almost paradise and only saw like two episodes of the librarians but this Checks Out™
In their respective shows, Eliot Spencer, Jake Stone, and Alex Walker each begrudgingly end up as part of a trio who support each other, have each other’s backs, and would die for each other without question.
The fun thing about headcanoning them as triplets is that suddenly this benign narrative choice turns into an absolute gut punch.
I love it.
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trekscribbles · 3 years ago
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I have a ridiculous Leverage-Librarians-Almost Paradise crossover fic idea featuring Eliot, Jake, and Alex as triplets wreaking havoc in the Philippines, but I realize no one except me wants to read something like that so here are a few highlights from the story I will never write:
Eliot is in the Philippians for a job. He accidentally ruins an undercover operation that Kai and Ernesto are running almost exactly the way Alex did.
After sorting out the misunderstanding (and Kai is furious that there's More Than One Of Them), Kai and Ernesto bring Eliot to the gift shop, where Alex is in no way prepared to confront this new development. There's lots of beeping. Eliot is confused.
Alex asks Eliot, "Which one are you?" Eliot replies, "Well we're in the Philippians and I'm speaking English." Alex yells, "Eliot!" and hugs him.
(This exchange is incredibly worrying to Kai, who pictures a tiny army of Alexes amassing to destroy her life.)
(Ernesto can't wait to see how this unfolds.)
Due to reasons I haven't taken the time to figure out, Jake shows up. Maybe he's recovering a magical item? Maybe the clippings book decided they needed a reunion and just sent him there for funsies? Maybe both?
Jake is also Not Prepared to deal with running into his brothers. Ernesto tries to get them to talk, but it (obviously) ends up in a fight on the beach. Words and fists are thrown. Ernesto asks Kai if they should intervene. Kai just sighs and says she'll get some ice.
There's some kind of case that involves an international smuggler (Eliot's job) using a magical artifact (that Jake was sent to retrieve) to set up a shady business in town (where Kai and Ernesto were working their case before Eliot intervened). Now they all have to work together to solve it.
Jake takes extreme delight in telling his brothers about the existence of magic. Alex is mostly in denial. Eliot tries not to think about it too much.
At one point Kai tells Eliot, "Wow, so you're like Alex but without the annoying." To which Eliot replies, "I mean I haven't talked to him in like 30 years... but yeah, probably."
Jake loves the gift shop. He buys 10 postcards and a snow globe.
The boys go undercover and all end up wearing hats. Kai is too embarrassed to admit that she can only tell them apart when they're talking, and only because Eliot speaks in growls and Jake doesn't make her want to punch things.
Ernesto takes Eliot for reef eel soup thinking it will be as funny as when he took Alex. They end up sitting there for hours trading recipes.
Kai drives Jake around the island and shows him some of the art and culture. Alex hitches a ride even though he wasn't invited.
Cory tells Eliot and Jake to pay Alex's bills.
After the job, the boys end up on the beach with Alex's guitar. Ernesto records them singing on his phone and never tells anyone.
Eliot and Jake promise to visit again with their teams. Kai tells them she doesn't want any more chaos on her island, but is secretly very curious about the people who work with Alex's brothers. Ernesto gets their phone numbers and texts them updates on Alex's health.
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trekscribbles · 3 years ago
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Chapter 3—Triple Threat: A Stone Triplet Fic
Fandoms: Leverage/Leverage Redemption, Librarians, and Almost Paradise
Cross-Posted: AO3 and FF
Summary: Eliot and Jake are both in the Philippines for separate jobs that turn out to be related. Kai takes the existence of Alex's brothers as a personal attack on her mental health. Ernesto happily goes along for the ride.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
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Jacob Stone needed a vacation. He wasn't sure what it was that was eating at him, but he could feel it building up, weighing on his patience and fraying at his nerves. He'd been snapping at the others more than usual—at Ezekiel, mostly—and while he knew it wasn't fair, he couldn't seem to control himself. And he'd spent decades perfecting his control over his emotions, of keeping his feelings hidden until he was ready to let them go.
So when the Clippings Book spat out a page about a new artifact to hunt down, Jake took one look at the location and stuffed the paper into his pocket. "I'll take this one," he told Jenkins, the only other person who'd witnessed the assignment. "Tell the others I'll be gone for a few days."
"Are you sure it will take that long?" Jenkins asked shrewdly.
Jake shrugged out of the long sleeve flannel he'd been wearing over his t-shirt—he wouldn't need it where he was going. "A couple of days at least," he said. "Can you tell them?"
"Certainly." Jenkins gave him a smile and reached out to take his shirt. "Shall I prepare the door?"
"Thanks, Jenkins."
Once everything was ready, Jake stepped through the door of the library and into a world drenched in sunshine. He sucked in a breath, unable to keep from staring. He'd seen more than his fair share of beauty over the years, but this... this was different. The colors here seemed brighter, more vivid, as if the greatest painters in history had all collaborated on this single canvas. Green leaves waved at him from gently swaying palm trees, and overhead a sapphire sky stretched across a peaceful horizon. He heard the door to the Library shut behind him, but he didn't bother looking back. His heart was already lost to the sound of waves in the distance.
"What are you doing?"
Jake started, blinking at the woman who'd just spoken. She stood across the path, half-turned as if she'd been going the other direction. Had he cut her off? He'd been so focused on the scenery that he hadn't looked where he was walking, so it was definitely possible. He glanced back at the door he'd come out of and frowned at the Employees Only sign in its center, then made a quick study of his surroundings. His back was to a building that appeared to be a hotel, judging by the pool and uniformed staff to his right. "I'm sorry," he started. "I was—"
"You're supposed to be back at the gift shop," she said, stepping toward him. She held a drink carrier with four coffees in one hand, and the scowl she gave him seemed too severe for a stranger. Her eyes sharpened as she got closer. "What happened to your hair?"
"Uh... what?"
A look of disbelief swept over the irritation on her face. "Oh no. No, this can't be happening."
"What? What's happening?"
"You're not—you're not another one?"
"Another what?" Jake's irritation flared, and he fought to get it back under control. The woman was clearly confused. He shouldn't hold it against her.
"What have I done to deserve this?" she muttered to herself. "I'm a good person. I help people. One I can understand—I've made mistakes. Two, maybe, after everything I put my mother through. But three? No one deserves that."
"Ma'am," Jake said. "I think you've got me confused with someone else. I don't—"
"Your name is Stone, isn't it?" she asked.
His hope for a peaceful vacation shattered. Jake did his best to keep his voice even, but he could still hear a tremor of frustration as he spoke. "How do you know that?"
"You'd better come with me," she sighed.
Jake folded his arms. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You are if you want answers," she said. When he still didn't move, she added, "My name is Kai."
As if that was his biggest question. He wanted to argue, to demand that she tell him how she knew his name and where she wanted to take him, but he kept his mouth shut. If he'd learned anything from his time as a Librarian, it was that he should follow people who said they could lead him to answers—especially since he hadn't done any research beforehand. Usually he read the Clippings Book pages through several times before leaving on a mission, but this time he'd only skimmed to pick out the relevant details: the artifact he was supposed to retrieve was something called the Ring of Harmony, and it was in the Philippines. He'd thought that was all he needed to know to start with. Apparently he was wrong.
So he took a breath, telling himself that he was Flexible Vacation Jake, and followed her along a path that led from the resort to a long expanse of beach.
"Do you live here?" Jake asked, matching her stride.
She glanced at him and frowned. "At the hotel?"
"No, here." He gestured vaguely. "On the island."
"Yes."
Okay... he'd been hoping for more, but it was a start. "Have you noticed anything weird lately?"
"Weird," she echoed. "Yeah. That's one word for it."
She wouldn't say any more, and after a few minutes of getting nothing but monosyllabic answers, Jake gave up the conversation. The warmth of the sun was starting to feel oppressive, and the gentle breeze now felt like the portend of a coming storm. How could something he had just found so beautiful now seem so restrictive? With a single conversation, he'd managed to lose the sense of joy and wonder that had nearly blinded him when he'd walked through the door. He used to be able to ride that wave of passion throughout the whole mission, even when Ezekiel was at his most annoying. Now? Now he just wanted to finish up and retreat back into his office.
When had he started looking at this life as a job instead of a blessing?
"There," Kai said, pointing up the beach to a small building with a brightly painted sign hanging over the door.
"Paradise Gift Shop?" Jake read, more confused than ever. "What, you want me to buy a t-shirt before you tell me what's going on?"
"He can use all the sales he can get," Kai shrugged.
"Who?"
She pointed again, and Jake looked back to the shop. Three men had just walked through the door and were making their way down the steps to the sand. The first was a wiry man with a gun on his belt, but the other two—
Jake stopped. He watched as they filed onto the beach, talking easily with each other, laughing. It wasn't possible. Alex had been in Spain the last time Jake managed to track him down, and Eliot... Eliot just dropped off the face of the earth. Jake had given up hope that he was even still alive. How could they be here, together?
Without him?
One of them looked up and waved to Kai, who stepped aside so she was no longer blocking their view of Jake. "Is that...?" the other one said, shielding his eyes and squinting. Jake didn't move. His thoughts raced, but they didn't seem to bring him any helpful information. Just a steady stream of What's going on? and How is this happening?
"Go on," Kai said, nudging him forward. He took a jerky step and stayed there, forcing a slow, even breath through his lungs. He saw Kai peer at him from his peripheral vision, waiting, but he couldn't move. He couldn't think. He just watched his brothers walk up to him, frowning, as if they weren't sure what to do next.
"Jake?" one of them said—the one with the shorter hair. Jake couldn't tell them apart. His own brothers, and he couldn't tell which was which. It had been so long... if they didn't share his face, he doubted he'd have recognized them at all.
"Another one?" asked the wiry man, moving to stand beside Kai. "How many more of you are there?"
"It's just us three," answered Jake's other brother.
"Jake," said the first. "Say something."
Say something? What did they want him to say? He'd spent years trying to get them to talk, begging them to get together, to be a family. They were the ones who walked away. He'd stayed home, taken over the business he never wanted, given up his dreams, waited. And decades went by, and they never came. They let him do their share of the work, take on their share of the responsibility, and they never came back.
And now they wanted to talk?
"Eliot," Jake said, his voice hoarse. "Alex."
His fingers curled into fists, and he swung at them both.
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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago
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kinda been on a temporary hiatus, at first because of the hurricane but then because of my new job
ANYWAYS I’ve been using my time to jump on the bandwagon and watch the librarians and almost paradise
I just finished the librarians and it was so good!!! but also I wish it had more of an epilogue kind of ending or something
regardless, I TOTALLY SEE THESE HEADCANONS YALL HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT WHERE ELIOT JAKE AND ALEX ARE TRIPLETS
AMAZING
ICONIC
BEAUTIFUL
I need all the content like yesterday
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