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fourdollarwords · 1 year ago
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Last day for @leveragegiftexchange! Getting in just under the buzzer for @greyghoulclub. They had 3 ships listed and I wanted to get one in for each. Even though this OT3 pic isn't exactly shippy. But as they liked the Sophie and Parker relationship I added that in too with them keeping in contact between season 5 of OG and Redemption. And apparently I have a thing for Eliot picking up Hardison. I will not apologize for this. XP
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leveragegiftexchange · 2 years ago
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It’s gift exchange time!!
Sign-ups are open until the 15th of May and the gift giving will happen a month after everyone is matched up!
You will need Discord to participate!
|| FIND OUT MORE || SIGN-UP ||
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mx-perfectly-fine · 1 year ago
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this was made for @hyperfixationsofaspiring in the @leveragegiftexchange!!!!
i’m pretty proud of it but warning for sadness but cute sadness!
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lemissingmask · 1 year ago
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Gift for @mx-perfectly-fine
@leveragegiftexchange
Series of arts showing Eliot dealing with the consequences of a rough job (with specific 'job cameos' of the carnival and rundown jobs. Accompanying ficlets for each sketch are here
I hope you like! <3
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Patching himself up on his own on the side of a road
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[ID: Sketch of Eliot Spencer wearing a beanie hat and a sleeveless top and overalls, the top half of which are tied around his waist. He is leaning against the back of a pickup truck and sewing up a wound in his right arm. End ID]
Dealing with injuries alone, in Leverage HQ
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[ID: Sketch of Parker, Hardison and Eliot from season 1 of Leverage, in the main conference room of their offices. Hardison and Parker are sitting at the table, looking at Eliot, who is walking in and bandaging his right hand. End ID]
Injuries get poked by Parker
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[ID: Sketch of Parker, Hardison and Eliot from season 2 of Leverage. Hardison is walking in the background towards the lounge area of Nate’s apartment. Eliot is sitting on the couch and Parker is sitting behind it, leaning over to poke Eliot on his cheek, on the side of his face that is bruised right along it. Eliot is wincing and leaning away. End ID]
Parker forcible 'offers' an ice pack to help
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[ID: Sketch of Parker, Hardison and Eliot from season 3 of Leverage. Hardison is in the foreground, leaning on the counter, and smiling as he looks over his shoulder at Parker and Eliot. Parker is shoving an ice pack against Eliot’s shoulder, forcing him back slightly. End ID]
Hardison confronts Eliot for not letting them help him
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[ID: Sketch of Hardison and Eliot from season 4 of Leverage, as they are at the end of the carnival job, but Hardison has a coat and scarf on. He is standing behind Eliot, looking serious and frowning. Eliot is turned half away from him, his expression slightly sad and his face deeply shadowed by his hood. End ID]
Thinking back on the events in DC, Parker realises Eliot sought their help, and texts Sophie a photo of the boys in the hotel room after, with appropriate annotations
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[ID: Three sketches of Parker, Hardison and Eliot from around the time of the rundown job. Top is the scene at the end where the three are walking away, Eliot with an arm around Hardison’s shoulders and Hardison with an arm around his waist to support him, while Parker is on Eliot’s other side, smiling at them. A bandage is wrapped around Eliot’s chest, over the bullet wound in his right shoulder and the colours are muted. The second one down is Parker in close up profile on her phone, smiling to herself as she uses it. Bottom one is white-framed image of Hardison and Eliot. Hardison is smiling and looking at Eliot, who is smiling and looking at a laptop in front of him. Over the image there are green annotations saying ‘hole through shoulder’ with arrows to the front and back of Eliot’s right shoulder, and arrows to both boys with a smiley face and the word ‘happy’ under them. End ID]
Best way to make Eliot take bed rest: lay on top of him
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[ID: Sketch of Hardison, Parker, Harry and Eliot from Leverage Redemption. Harry is in the foreground, smiling and looking at the other three who are on/around a couch. Eliot is lying on the couch with a cushion under his head and a blanket over him, with a nasal cannula linked to a small oxygen tank and one arm draped on Hardison’s shoulder, the wrist of that arm in a plaster cast. Hardison is sitting on the floor in front of the couch, leaning his head on Eliot’s arm and smiling with one eye half open, looking at Harry. Parker is lying with her head on a cushion that is on Eliot, and her legs up on the back of the couch. She is partially turning towards Harry and smiling, and Eliot’s other hand is in her hair. End ID]
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qwanderer · 1 year ago
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Variable (Vegetable)
Domestic Fluff, Cooking, Post-s5
This story is influenced in some ways by Redemption but contains no spoilers.
“I am gonna get you two to eat salad,” Eliot said, “eat salad and like it, if it kills me.”
��No!” Parker stood up and marched over to him, waving a finger in his face. “You are not allowed to die! I’ve been very clear about this.”
“Babe,” Hardison said, “I’m pretty sure that was hyperbole.” He raised his eyebrows at Eliot, who just stood there in front of the stove with his arms crossed. “It’d better be!” Hardison told him.
“I’m gonna make it work,” Eliot said, returning to stirring the contents of the pan in front of him. “Someday.”
“But you make all kinds of vegetables that we do like!” Parker told him. “It doesn’t have to be…” She wrinkled her nose. “Leaves, not cooked or anything, just sitting there. We’re allowed to have things we just don’t like.”
Eliot sighed. “You are allowed,” he told her. “I just… I can’t help thinking I could make it work.”
Hardison hummed thoughtfully. “Your food is all kinds of tasty,” he told Eliot. “Most of the time. Just, like, maybe don’t hold your breath about this.”
Rolling his eyes, Eliot said, “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t die of trying to reinvent the salad.”
“Good,” said Parker, and leaned her chin on Eliot’s shoulder to peer at what was apparently cream sauce he was making. “You know I’ll try anything you make,” she said, “even if I don’t end up liking it, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “I do.” He turned to peck her on the cheek. “But, like, the harder something is to break into, the more fun the two of you have trying, right?” he asked. “It’s not always about what you get once you’re in.”
“That’s true,” Parker said.
“Yeah,” Hardison agreed. “Sometimes hacking is just about the puzzle. It’s about knowin’ you can.”
“Yeah,” Eliot agreed. “So. This is a puzzle.”
“Oh,” said Parker, her eyes widening in understanding. “You’re trying to steal our souls. With salad. Because that’s the hardest way you can think of to do it.”
Hardison snorted and hid his face behind his hand. 
“Somethin’ like that,” Eliot agreed mildly. 
“As long as you make dessert,” she told him, “I will forgive you anything you make me eat first.”
He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. 
Eliot was always growing something new in the backyard, but this year he had a lot of new things happening. He spent every spare minute out there, weeding or watering or whatever. 
And it was extra pretty. There were always flowers somewhere, because as Eliot had explained, flowers made seeds for the next year, and also a lot of vegetables were actually fruit, and to get fruit, first you needed flowers. But this year, there seemed to be more of them. 
The thing that was most interesting was how, when he went out to work on the garden, he had that attitude that meant he was Up To Something. 
That wasn't bad, or even all that unusual, because when were any of them not up to something? But it did make the other two extremely curious. 
So they spent some time out on the back porch, trying to see what he was up to. But as far as they could tell, he was just… gardening. Like usual. 
But it was nice, actually, being out in the fresh air, all three of them, just doing their own things quietly together, Eliot weeding, Hardison on his laptop, Parker checking her rigs, all surrounded by the bright beauty that was Eliot's garden. 
And maybe that was the point. 
The bowls Eliot set in front of them were a riot of color. Yellow, orange, deep purple, purple-red, and only a touch, here and there, of green. 
“Ooh! You got us flowers!” Parker exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Eliot agreed, with a mischievous smile.
Hardison frowned down at his. “Okay, but why are they, like, in a bowl? In front of us? Instead of, like, in a vase in the middle of the table where flowers belong?”
“Because they’re not a bouquet,” Eliot told him. “They’re a salad.”
“I’m fine,” Eliot said, sitting down with his own bowl. “I am not dying. Okay?” He looked at the two of them. “Trust me.”
Hardison gaped, and made noises, and pointed at his bowl, and eventually managed to say, “That is not a salad!” He peered at Eliot. “That is a bowl of goddamn flowers! How hard did you hit your head on that last job?”
Parker picked up her fork and poked at the beheaded flowers in her dish. “Ooh, some of these are even cooked!” she said. “I’m going to try them first.”
“Those ones are squash flowers,” Eliot explained. “Cooked ‘em with the dressing and used that as the base, so it wouldn’t ruin the look of the flowers on top.”
“Are you for real with this?” Hardison asked. “Like, for real, for real?”
“Yeah,” Eliot said, glaring at him. “Just try it, okay? I grew these special for this.”
Parker bit into the squash flower. It was sweet, cooked with honey and butter and a little tang like apple juice and a bit of spice and something a little bit like vanilla, but not quite. 
“It looks like flowers and it tastes kind of like pumpkin pie and it’s a salad,” she said in consternation.
“Try it with some of the fresh ones,” Eliot urged her. 
With determination, Parker speared some of the other flowers on her fork with the rest of the squash flower, and she put them in her mouth. And she chewed on them.
“Oh, that’s good,” she said in surprise. 
Hardison gave a put-upon sigh. “If this is some kind of trick,” he said, “I am not gonna be happy.” He stuffed some flowers into his mouth, too. 
As he chewed, his eyes widened, and he slowed down, actually savoring, instead of just trying to get the food down. He hummed in approval, nodding. 
“What are these ones?” Parker asked, pointing at the orange, poofy, kind of spicy flowers. 
“Marigolds,” Eliot answered. “They do double duty because they help control bugs, and a lot of animals that like to eat stuff from my garden don’t like the smell of ‘em.”
“Why not?” Parker asked, sniffing one. “They’re really good, actually.” She tried eating it by itself. Not as good as with the sweet cooked squash flowers, but not actually bad. 
Eliot shrugged. “Not sure,” he said. “It just works.”
“This is witchcraft,” Hardison said, pointing at Eliot. “Flowers ain’t supposed to be tasty. They’re just flowers. But then you do this.” He narrowed his eyes at Eliot. “It’s dark magic, is what it is.”
“It ain’t magic,” Eliot said, shaking his head. “Just, some vegetables are fruits, some are flowers. It’s easier to get edible flowers fresh from the garden, so you don’t see a lot of ‘em in stores.”
“I can’t believe I just ate a goddamn marigold,” Hardison said, but he took another bite all the same. “What’s this one?” he asked, pointing to a big, flat, orange-yellow flower. 
“That’s nasturtium,” Eliot told him. “And then there’s pansies and red clover.” He pointed those out in his own bowl. 
“Huh,” said Hardison, nibbling on one of the clover flowers. “Okay, okay, I get it. Bunnies have a point about these, huh?”
Eliot visibly held back laughter. 
“You solved your puzzle,” Parker told him. 
Eliot grinned. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“I did not think it was possible,” Hardison said. “But I also think this is cheating.”
“Oh yeah?” Eliot asked, still smiling. “What rule did I break?”
“I dunno!” Hardison said. “I don’t know the rules of cooking!”
“Well I do,” Eliot said, standing up to go and loom over Hardison, joke-threatening. “So I’m allowed to break ‘em.”
“Is that so?” Hardison said, looking up at him. 
“Mm-hmm,” said Eliot, leaning down towards him. 
They held each other's gaze for a moment, challenge quickly turning to pure fondness, and then Hardison reached up to pull Eliot down for a kiss. 
“You're magic,” Hardison murmured, “don't you dare deny it.”
Eliot sighed, but he was smiling. 
“Did you still make dessert?” Parker asked him.
“'Course I did,” he answered, turning his soft smile on Parker. “First salad, then lasagna, then dessert.”
“Ooh, lasagna too,” she said. “You're the best.”
“Now go eat,” Hardison told him with a gentle shove back in the direction of his own seat. “Magician, feed thyself, or whatever.”
So Eliot went, laughing. 
Eliot was softest and happiest when he got to cook, when he got to feed people, but he still had that drive in him, the way they all did, to be tricky and solve puzzles and face challenges. 
To win something.
Parker didn't think she'd ever seen him smile this much. Not when he wasn't on the grift, at least. This was home, with them. This was real. 
So she ate her yummy salad, full of flowers, and then she asked, “What's the next puzzle?”
Eliot shrugged. “Dunno. Guess I'll think of something.” He winked at her. 
Yeah, he should definitely be allowed to steal their souls as many different ways as he wanted.
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angelwiththeblue-box · 1 year ago
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my leverage gift exchange fic!!!
word count: 435
pairings: hardison/eliot/parker, leverage team as a family
no archive warnings apply
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@leveragegiftexchange @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @genuine-possum @someguyiguess @depressedtransguy @thedragonemperess @thedrowningpoetofdionysus (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)
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asphyxiatedredherring · 1 year ago
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This is my gift for @fourdollarwords in the Leverage Gift Exchange! ( @leveragegiftexchange )
I decided to make a playlist of songs I felt fit the show in general, the thiefsome, and as well as each character!
It is quite a weird mix of music
I tried to keep it short, and some characters were easier to come up with more songs than others, but everyone got at least one.
Under the cut, I'll list each song and why I chose it. (It's sorted in categories as well as the order they appear on the spotify playlist, which I recommend listening to it in).
I hope you like it!
Nate:
Another Shot of Whiskey by The Gits - it's about drowning your problems in alcohol, I think we can all see the connection.
Behind Blue Eyes by The Who - the villain theme for the rock opera that never happened. The villain doesn't want to be the villain though, he was forced into that role and no one can see the grief that caused. It really lines up with Nate's story line.
Renegade by Styx - This is a song about a criminal who has been caught and is about to be executed. This song makes me think of The Maltese Falcon Job.
Well Respected Man by The Kinks - I think this represents the life Nate wanted for himself, Maggie, and their son where they are all happy and healthy but in reality Nate knows this is not how his life went and he is not this well respected man.
Breaking the Law by Judas Priest - the song seems to be about a man who was fired from his job so he started breaking the law. I'll let you draw those connections.
Alcohol by The Dropkick Murphys- he's an alcoholic from Boston what more can I say?
Sophie:
Who Do You Want to Be? by Oingo Boingo - its the art of the grift. Sophie makes herself into different people, deciding who she wants to be each day, everything is an act, a character maybe even losing herself along the way
What's Behind the Mask by The Cramps - as a grifter Sophie is always wearing a mask, Sophie isn't even her name. Her family wants to know what's behind her mask, let her know that she is safe to be herself.
Hardison:
Maneater by Hall & Oats - we know Hardison loves Hall & Oats. Best if listened to while Parker autism bites him.
Shout by Tears for Fears - I headcanon that Hardison loves synthpop and this song is a perfect example of that
Rebels With a Cause by The Dropkick Murphys - This song reminds me of the line where Nate calls Hardison "a 24 year old genius with a smartphone and problem with authority." He may have been ignored as a kid, but he's making a difference now. "Don't be angry with the kids Be angry with the greed."
Parker:
Runaway Train by Soul Asylum - I feel like this song really represents Parker's childhood
Never Go Hungry by Hole - I think Parker would have started with stealing food and this is like her internal monolog rationalizing it because stealing became a key part of her personality
Been Caught Stealing by Jane's Addition - Stealing, simple as that. She's a thief. If she wants something she simply takes it. I think it's just a fun catchy song she'd like.
Eliot:
The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel - Despite their wishes, Eliot left his family and became a fighter just like the protagonist of the song. No matter how hard he tries to escape, the fighter remains. I could write an entire essay about how the story of this song and Eliot's story line up.
Guilt Within Your Head by The Gits - Eliot has so much guilt built up in his head over his past, being unable to forgive himself he created his own hell but he can escape it through forgiveness and redemption.
Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins - I feel like this song fits Eliot because like the song says Eliot still feels like he can not be saved and is trapped in a cage, despite how angry he is.
Rooster by Alice in Chains - Even though it's a song about the Vietnam War I feel like it can still represent Eliot's life, joining the military and his career as a hitter in which people are constantly coming to kill him, yet he won't die.
Harry:
Ironic by Alanis Morissette - I think Harry would love Alanis Morissette. Hands down. No further notes.
Breanna:
Just a Girl by No Doubt - People frequently underestimate Breanna and I think this feminist anthem conveys her anger with that.
Seasore by The Regrettes - "You're talkin to me like a child Hey I've got news, I'm not a little girl" So much of Breanna's character is wanting to prove herself, that she is capable and not just someone's kid sister and I think this song conveys the anger that comes with being underestimated and judged for your age or gender.
Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row - Breanna isn't interested in conforming to society's idea of what she should be. She has been called a problem child, but she doesn't care because she will stand tall and be herself.
The Thiefsome:
Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith - Hardison would think it's funny but Parker would latch on to it. I'll be citing the first episode for this one.
What I Like About You by The Romantics - I may be stretching this one but the parts of this song can be applied to aspects of the ot3 and them expressing their love for eachother. "Keep on whispering in my ear" fits Hardison talking to Eliot and Parker through the coms, "you really know how to dance" represents Parker's acrobatics and thief skills, and "you keep me warm at night" Eliot is a grounding presence for them at night and they love eachother.
Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls - they are all broken in their own way and it doesn't matter what the world thinks, just that they have eachother.
The Crew in General:
Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails - the people with power have the money and they aren't using it properly. But Leverage won't bow down despite what the mark wants. I just think this song encapsulates the anger they have with each mark and their desire to give the mark what they deserve.
And Justice for All by Metallica - I debated putting this song under Hardison but I think it could fit the whole crew. It's about how money has corrupted the justice system. The truth is gone but the crew is working to bring it to light and reinstall justice (in their own way).
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant - there is no rest for the wicked and no shortness of evil in the world which makes Leverage necessary. "The rich and powerful take what we want. We steal it back for you."
We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister - I think this song does well to represent how Leverage is fighting the system and the people that abuse it.
Take Back The Power by The Interrupters - I could also write an essay about this song and its correlation with Leverage but to boil it down, Leverage is working to fight the corruption of the world and fix what they can. They are taking back the power.
Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog - this is practically the Leverage theme song. "I don't mind stealin bread from the mouths of decadence But I can't feel on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled" It's a song about stealing from the rich, class divides, and how the rich get richer but the narrator refused to join them and would rather starve than be like the rich and feed on the poor.
The Men Who Rule The World by Garbage - a song about corruption, money, and violators, the very thing Leverage aims to destroy.
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benwvatt · 1 year ago
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a stitch in time saves nine
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here’s my Leverage OT3 fanfic as a gift for @katbratsupernaturalwhore!
a stitch in time saves nine (1.8K words, rated G, trigger warning for food)
She’s been sewing for an hour, having left the bed cold. Hardison likes sleeping in.
Parker’s bedside table (which is more of a bedside desk, since those Ikea nightstands can’t even begin to hold all her knickknacks) is covered in needlepoint and bananas pierced through with needle and surgical thread. Eliot rolls his eyes and wants to bake them. Parker refuses, of course. Banana number 14 has the perfect example of the horizontal mattress suture, and she’s still trying to replicate it, and how on earth is she supposed to do that if banana number 14 becomes banana-bread-loaf number 5?
“Hi,” Hardison whispers. “Whatcha up to now?”
He’s been jetlagged since he flew home from Brazil, and he was in Algeria before that. At one point he nearly sleepwalked out the door and into incoming traffic.
“Sewing up human flesh,” Parker says, next to him in bed. She’s been doing that a lot lately, because who knew it was so fun to stab needles through cloth over and over again? She turns the circular needlepoint and shows him a red inkspill. If she squints just right, it looks like the wig got torn off of a Raggedy Ann. “Well, fake flesh. For now.”
“Babe,” he yawns and covers his mouth, “what a gory mess.” He’s grinning, though, because he’d never cut her down. Not without a sly remark or a pop culture reference, at least. “I love it.”
Parker doesn’t fully understand that the ugly part of the needlepoint’s supposed to go in the back, and the front’s meant to be beautiful. Everything she makes is appropriately ruined. Tufts and threads and frayed wires of thread sprout out the front like jagged ivy clambering up a wall.
“It’s like one of those, uh, Ethel Rosenberg tests.”
“Rorschach?”
“Yeah, like a squashed blackberry between sofa cushions. My therapist used to call ‘em clues to the soul. Ugh.”
read more on AO3!
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leveragegiftexchange · 2 years ago
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Treating has already started, but sign-ups are still open until 15.05!
My first treat! And it's for @mx-perfectly-fine!
I hope you like it!!
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foxprints · 2 years ago
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🎶 When the bells all ring and the horns all blow
And the couples we know are fondly kissing
Will I be with you or I will be among the missing.
Maybe it just too early in the game
Ah but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve.
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Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You received.
Ah but in case I stand a little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve. 🎶
'What are you doing new year's eve?' by Norah Jones
My gift for @cassiesinsanity for the 2022 @leverage-secret-santa-exchange ! So glad to see that others enjoy the soft dynamic between these two as much as I do! Hope your holidays were merry and bright!!
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fourdollarwords · 1 year ago
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Stepping up as a pitch hitter for @leveragegiftexchange, this is for @cleverfilingcabinet, who has an absolutely lovely wish list that I loved reading! On it was pre-OG Leverage Sophie and Tara. I couldn't get the song Best Friend out of my head and this was born. Still learning how to do animations.
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leveragegiftexchange · 2 years ago
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How does the gift exchange work?
This is a Secret Santa style gift exchange for the leverage fandom! So it’s all about anonymously creating a gift for someone in the fandom, and at the end, recieving one yourself!
The exchange is hosted on discord. Once you’ve signed-up, you’ll get a DM with an invite to the server where you can hang out with all the other participants!
There are almost no restrictions on gifts you can make! Just make sure it's SFW and do not make physical items that have to be shipped. If you still want to make physical items and photograph them, feel free to!
Possible gifts include:
fanfiction
fanart
gif sets
edits
playlists
and anything else you might imagine!
The timeline is as follows:
Sign-ups will be open until 15.05. (so until then feel free to promote this exchange as much as you want so there will be a lot of participants!)
A couple of days after sign-ups close you will receive a DM with your giftee and the wishes they made, so the gift-making period finally starts!
From then on you can post WIPs, for critique and feedback. Just make sure you don't reveal too much, so the finished gift remains a surprise!
You can also now ask your giftee anonymous questions.
The gift-making period will last 1 month so you have plenty of time to finish your gift.
I will set the exact date for the gifting period once all matches are sent out, but once the gifting period has started everyone has 2 weeks to post their lovely gifts!
If you want to be notified one day before sign-ups close, just DM me and I'll add you to the list!
And if you have any other questions, the asks are open!
|| SIGN-UPS ||
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hanasnx · 4 months ago
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" I'LL HAUNT THE WORLD INSIDE YOU " — anakin skywalker.
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to @silxani bcos her fanart got me that good and i wanted to give her a gift. WARNINGS: fem reader | size difference | sexual content | established relationship | sloppy make-out | nipple stimulation | dry humping.
6'7!ANAKIN SKYWALKER lovingly slides his gloved hand up your bare leg, pebbling your sensitive skin in its wake as you're introduced to the cold leather. It's easy to forget his prosthetic lies inside when it's so gentle in its pursuit, starting from the tips of your toes—which it affectionately toyed with—before venturing to greener pastures. Your shorts had ridden up, and those playful fingers take a stroll under the shallow hem to trace the line where your thigh and hips meet. In anticipation, and instinct, you raise them to him, which he visibly notes with a prick of his scarred brow and a twitch of the corner of his lips. In the general's terms, you had made him proud.
Lying on your back, your compromising position does not present a challenge, instead he finds it inviting, having been sitting on his haunches between your legs. He takes advantage of your hips offered to him, and rounds his palm to your backside where he can drag you to his core. Hooking your thighs over his, you're permanently raised, angled to suit his needs as he curls his large body over you in a canopy of his broad and muscled back. He splays his hand onto the ground next to your waist, and you can feel his body heat radiating from him. Curly brown hair fanning out around his head in halo as he leans over you. There are no words to exchange, showing you just how easy you keel over for him with his eyes, holding your gaze as you wait for him to act. It proves you want it, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you feel his callused fingers toy with the exposed skin of your hip. The digits are warm—real. They send a mad mess of tingles throughout your nervous system, settling into your deep center.
Blunt nails drag upwards, scraping your waist as they push your shirt further. Your toes curl involuntarily, and you squeeze your eyes shut, severing the unwavering eye contact he's so insistent on having. Vision shrouded in darkness, you focus on the sensations. How heavy your thighs feel on his, the ache in the spread of your legs struggling to fit his width between them, and his traveling touch taking what it wants from cupping your chest to toying with the sensitive crest that comes to a perked point from the stimulation. He rolls it cruelly between his thumb and index. Eventually, soft plump lips brush yours, until you obediently part yours. He wastes no time reintroducing his tongue to you, slipping it in as you whimper from the lack of acclimation.
His abdomen against your slit flexes as he holds himself over you and deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue in. If you didn't know him better, you'd mistake it for impatience, but you've learned that Anakin doesn't like shallow kisses. It's sloppy and hungry, humming through his nose in contentment as you let him campaign your mouth like a battlefield. If it wasn't Anakin, it wouldn't be pleasurable, but his excitement only builds yours, lying pliantly as he swirls his tongue around yours. If he could reach the back of your throat, you're sure he'd shove it down there just to explore—if not to make you gag on purpose.
He presses into your body, and you keen softly through your sighing nose at the contact of your clit against his leather robing. Out of pure need, you rut against him as best you can, and he affords you some room to do so. His fingers tweak your nipple in their grip, and he swallows the squeak you emit. It adds fervor to your hips, dry humping him as well as you can with the limited leverage you're afforded when your feet still hover in the air from the position.
You chase that high, rubbing your little clit using his body until he helps it along. Generously replacing that large hand on your tailbone, and touch feels like fire on your skin. It's desperate, the way you're lifting your hips to him, and it's rewarded by his strength pushing you into it. With an arm, he coordinates with your body language, helping you along as you hump his abs with a greater pressure. The folds of his clothes catch on your clit in a most pleasant way, and sharp moans spill from you while he swallows them up. Your hole pulses from being empty, but you can't stop now, you don't stop until you make a sticky, sappy mess in your shorts.
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Hange introduced them. Y/N had been taken on as a PhD student under Hange's research team at the university. As an exchange student, she didn't know many people. Hange, ever the connector, quickly introduced them. The reason for the introduction eluded Y/N, but she didn’t give it much thought. Hange was an outgoing extrovert, and Y/N concluded that this was just part of their role as Levi’s extroverted friend.
It didn’t take long for Y/N and Levi to become more than just acquaintances who met at Hange's birthday party. Y/N didn’t make much fuss about it; Levi was a couple of years older than her, had graduated with honors, and was in a much better financial position than a PhD student. He also fucked like a beast, an important detail.
They didn’t talk much about their arrangement; it developed organically. Y/N would tell her friends that they were just two adults getting to know each other, enjoying the sweaty, steamy encounters in the meantime. While Y/N hadn’t been to many frat parties, she quickly concluded that if she and Levi ever parted ways from their purely physical arrangement, it would be hard to find someone who could do half of what he did.
It was obvious that Hange was aware of this, as they didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N sometimes wished Hange would be a bit less enthusiastic about knowing her personal life, or at least try to maintain a certain level of professionalism.
Levi was very reserved about his personal life, even though they usually met at his house. Overall, he was a calm, dedicated, and pleasant addition to her life. She brought him an expensive tea brand as a gift for all the times he had driven her home, even when it wasn’t necessary.
That day, Levi had come back from a business trip and had invited her over. They had a couple of glasses of wine that he brought from his trip. She was riding him over their clothes, the friction delicious as she gyrated her hips slowly. His hands gripped and raised her shirt slightly, kneading the skin under his fingers as he kissed her collarbones and descended to leave hickeys between her breasts.
The outline of his hardening cock on the side of his trousers was delicious against her covered folds, promising more but giving just the right amount of friction to drive her crazy. Her head was thrown back as one hand rested on his knee and the other on his shoulder for leverage. She softly gasped his name as he undid each little button before unclipping her bra from behind to finally raise it and suck and play with her nipples.
"Ah—Levi!" she moaned, and it was obvious by the way his hands gripped her ass that he had been needy, wishing to come back to her.
"Did that cute little pussy of yours miss my cock inside it?" he groaned with a smirk in his tone.
"Ah—" she was about to reply, but a playful snap on her ass made her jolt. Not painful enough to be uncomfortable but with enough strength. Then she froze in place, her whole body tensed.
Levi must have sensed the change in her attitude because his face, which was buried between her tits, parted and looked up at her. His lips still had a bit of saliva connected to her nipple. "You ok?"
She straightened up, feeling uncomfortable. "I—uh��I need to use the bathroom," she muttered before raising herself from his lap.
"Ah… sure, under the stairs, you know where it is," Levi replied, but she was already walking there and closing the door behind her. Her absence made him uneasy; he began to wonder if he had crossed a line unknowingly as he straightened his posture in his seat and locked eyes on the bathroom door.
"Shit—" she cursed under her breath as she realized what had happened. There was a clear red stain on her underwear. Her period had come early, at the worst possible time. They had been teasing each other about what they would do once he came back from his trip. She paced around the small guest bathroom, unsure. "I left him with his cock hard on the couch…"
There was no real reason for her to feel so ashamed or anxious. She should just tell him and promise to make it up to him later. They were both adults; he should understand.
Two subtle knocks at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Y/N, you ok in there?"
"Yes! I—uh," why was it so hard to say? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Could you bring me my purse, please?"
She expected to hear Levi’s footsteps on the polished wood floor, but instead, he replied almost immediately, "If you need tampons or pads, there’s a basket with them on top of the toilet."
Turning around slowly, she saw the basket with a collection of different feminine hygiene products. Initially, she wondered why she had never noticed them. As she grabbed one, she couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a rather cute gesture. 'How many girls do you bring over that you have this?'
Quickly shaking off the thought, she reminded herself that they didn’t have that type of relationship, so he was free to do as he pleased, even if the idea spread inside her like boiling jealousy. 'He's a great catch… only you are the idiot thinking he doesn’t have others.'
She came out of the restroom, feeling how the mood had shifted to something uncomfortable—or maybe that was just her perception. Levi was casually putting away the snacks and glasses they had used, cleaning up. He looked at her from the corner of his eye as he continued washing the dishes. "You still need your purse?"
"No, thank you," she quickly replied, feeling like she was wasting oxygen. The moment made her reconsider if casual relationships were for her. She felt as if, by not delivering the sex they both agreed on, she was just annoying him with her presence. They could still have sex if he was into it, but she wasn’t feeling it. The cramps were starting to kick in too. "I’ll get going."
Levi, drying his hands, looked back at her slightly confused. "I was about to offer we order something to eat since I came back and still need to do the grocery shopping," he explained, surprising her deeply. "But if you want to go, I can drive you. It’s not too late; I could still go to the supermarket."
He seemed so unfazed, unbothered.
"I’ll take an Uber; it’s fine," she insisted. "I don’t want to be a bother."
Levi, who was unloading the dishwasher, paused. "I’m inviting you, moron. If you were a bother, I wouldn’t be offering for you to stay."
The plan seemed lovely: staying in his big cozy house outside the city because Levi insisted downtown and all its noise annoyed him, eating something tasty, having him spoil her rotten. It seemed too good to be true. The next words slipped out without intention, revealing her thoughts.
"We don’t have that type of relationship."
It dropped like a bomb. The silence was overwhelming, feeling like it lasted hours. Levi put the final dish away, his fingers lingering on the countertop door a bit longer. His lips pressed together, and from the outside, he appeared as stoic as ever.
"We could… if you want."
Adult relationships can be so complicated. Both looked at each other. "If you know what I mean," was implied by both their expressions. It felt so ridiculous, as if junior high relationships were easier than this. "Not to sound too needy, too desperate, set too many rules, be too insistent."
A smile crept onto her face, and she felt like a little girl with a crush. "I think I do."
He tried to wash off the enthusiasm. "Great, so… choose what you want to eat, and I’ll give you my card."
"You choose what to watch?" she asked as she took her phone out to select dinner.
"Yeah, sure."
Later, cuddling in bed and watching a cheesy Netflix show that made them wonder who funded such a production but continued watching because there was nothing better on, she had a question. Levi’s cat purred between his legs as she rested her head on his right shoulder.
"Why do you have all those pads in your bathroom?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Levi looked back at her momentarily before calmly saying, "Isabel, she's… like my little sister. I adopted her when she was little." He began to explain but realized it was hard to tell the complete story without some details. "Her friends and she, in middle school, would start to get their periods and be too ashamed to ask me for pads or tampons. So, I decided to set up a basket so they could grab what they needed. Over time, it became a routine."
"Wait," she sat up straight, "she lives here? What if she sees us?"
"Chill, she’s at college. She’s in her first year."
"Aww, well, it seems like you were a 'cool mom,'" she joked, making a Mean Girls reference.
Levi grimaced uneasily and then admitted, almost ashamed, "Not really… but I promised a friend that I would give her more freedom."
"Oh…"
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Characters: Eliot Spencer (Leverage), Parker (Leverage), Alec Hardison Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Cooking, post-s5, Gardens & Gardening Summary:
“I am gonna get you two to eat salad,” Eliot said, “eat salad and like it, if it kills me.”
“No!” Parker stood up and marched over to him, waving a finger in his face. “You are not allowed to die! I’ve been very clear about this.”
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