#leverage writing prompts

[jordanstrophe]

Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

[aprill-99]

Assistant: “This whole criminal empire thing takes a lot more paperwork than I thought.”

Boss: “It’s called organized crime for a damn reason Sheryl.”

[defire]

Gang whump prompt

Whumpee is in medical school when they are kidnapped by a mob boss to be a live-in doctor for their injured members.

[spacedace]

Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D

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The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.

Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.

She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.

The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.

Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.

Considering.

Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.

They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.

Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.

“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”

Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”

She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.

Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.

“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”

For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.

Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.

She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.

And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.

Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.

[shadowofmoths]

Now this is not 911 so feel free to ignore it but. I would love hair braiding for any of Parker/Hardison/Eliot

this is an excellent prompt THANK U <33 here are some guys

Eliot doesn’t ask for things. It isn’t how he operates. He hasn’t made it as long as he has in this business by needing other people to do things for him–self sufficiency is a requirement for his survival. So when Parker walks in to the kitchen as he’s struggling to pull his hair back, neither of them say anything.

On their last job, Eliot had dislocated his shoulder, an ill-advised shove landing him harder than he’d calculated. He’s been in his line of work long enough now that he can’t bounce back from an injury the way he used to, and he still doesn’t have full range of motion on his left side. It hasn’t been enough to keep him out of commission, but it’s been irritating. And now, he can’t get his hair back out of his face. With Parker in front of him, he tries not to show his frustration. But with Parker in front of him, he doesn’t have to. She’s picked up people-reading skills from Sophie, sure, but for better or for worse, Parker knows his specific tells better than almost anyone. She makes a disapproving noise as she slides over next to him, pulling a stool out from under the bar.

“You’re making it worse,” she tells him.

“My shoulder?”

She huffs a laugh. “Your hair!”

“Don’t see how it could get worse’n it is,” he grumbles.

“How about if you dislocate your shoulder again and have to sit the next job out?”

Eliot growls low in his throat, and trusts that Parker will know its not really directed at her. She easily disregards him, pushing at his shoulder until he relents and drops onto the barstool.

“Just let me fix it, ‘kay?”

Eliot gives an affirmative grunt. Parker comes up behind him on the barstool and starts finger-combing his hair. She isn’t particularly gentle, not the way one might expect. But in a way particular to Parker, she is gentle. When Eliot hisses a breath through his teeth, Parker’s hands still and adjust until they’re no longer pulling at a tangle. Eliot gives a contented sigh as Parker’s nails scratch over his scalp, and she repeats the movement, sending sparks down his spine. Neither of them speak for long moments as her hands untangle his hair, attempting to fix the mess Eliot had made earlier. But they’re talking all the same. It’s been years since Eliot and Parker had to speak to communicate. Not since they recognized their shared alien nature—the thing that makes them different from everyone else, but the same as each other. Their shared secret language that means Eliot understands Parker’s movements as if she were his shadow. As she starts tugging his hair into strands, pulling them over and under each other, Eliot hears, take better care of yourself. He hopes that as the line of his shoulders relaxes, she hears him reply, thanks for having my back.

From Parker’s methodical weaving of his hair Eliot discerns she’s giving him a French braid. He lets himself lean further into her hands. He almost never opts to braid his own hair, but he appreciates the practicality of it. Likes that Parker knows he won’t be fixing his hair himself for a bit, and is giving him a hairstyle that stands a chance of lasting a few days, if he’s careful. There’s a soothing, soporific effect to having his partner’s hands in his hair, and Eliot’s eyes have drifted shut by the time Parker ties off the braid.

“Don’t mess that up,” she tells him, breaking the long quiet.

“The braid?”

“Your shoulder,” she corrects. Her quick thief’s hands slide lightly over the injury.

“‘S long as you’ll fix my hair when this unravels, I promise I’ll take it easy.”

“Deal,” Parker grins.

[youraveragebtsstan]

Guys, I have so many fics in the works right now and they're all so smutty and the filth is bleeding together and I just, UGHHHHH.

Do any fellow writers have any prompts they use as a pallet cleanser? Like, I just need something to dial back the smut meter. Lol.

[my-beloved-lakes]

I decided that after all the excellent whump from whumptober it's time for some comfort, because I want to see my favorite whumpees get all the love and comfort they deserve! So I came up with my own 30 prompts for the comfort side of the hurt/comfort trope. One for each day of November.

November fluff Prompts:

1. Self-care

2. Rescue

3. Nursed back to health

4. Bandages

5. Friends/family by their side

6. "You're safe now."

7. Protection

8. Gruff caretaker

9. Resting peacefully

10. Finally reunited

11. Gentle hands

12. No one left behind

13. Soft caretaker

14. Hugs

15. Warmth

16. Waking up in a hospital

17. "I'll stay as long as you need."

18. Hand holding

19. Comfort after a nightmare or panic attack

20. Cleaning away the blood

21. Support/"lean on me."

22. Clean clothes, good food, warm bed

23. Resting on friend/caretaker's shoulder

24. Antidote

25. Cuddling

26. Soothing touch

27. Pain meds kicking in

28. Carried to safety

29. Borrowed jacket

30. Free space (make it sweet!)

[fourdiagnosesinatrenchcoat]

Look I know we're supposed to write the story we need to see in the world but I cannot stress enough that I'm not a writer and I cannot understand why there is NOT ONE Kara Thrace x Eliot Spencer fic on ao3.

Those two are damaged in such complimentary ways and would have such fabulous hateful banter during probably a boxing match and then an incredible hate fuck to follow. Two unrepentant flirts with deep seated self hatred and just gobs of competence and physical strength and genuine confidence that isn't a mask, just a thick layer over the pain.

Can someone please write this for me.

[thieves-never-say-die]

all the bibles in the world for a metal file

Day 4: alt prompt 3 - pick who dies

Fandom: Leverage

Rating/Warnings: T, Major Character Death

Summary: “Pick one.” Their captor stared Parker down, his black eyes giving nothing away. “Pick one for what?” She asked when it became clear he wasn’t going to elaborate. He cocked his head to the side and grinned. Parker, Hardison, and Eliot are kidnapped together. Their captor asks Parker to make a choice.

Word Count: 350

ao3 link

[united-under-skyfall]

leverage fic prompt bc it wouldn't leave me alone but i sure as hell still don't know how to write these chucklefucks:

"You're saying that's Excalibur? Like, the Excalibur? King Arthur's sword? Of myth? And dragons and magic and all that nonsense?"

"It's a very distinctive sword!"

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Alright I need some help getting my confidence back to posting my kinda okay writing. So I am asking you all to fill up messages/asks and send me requests for one shots or short stories that may or may not spiral into a series, or which of my series do you want a new chapter written?

I guess I should also mention my second page @coffee-shop-girl is where I would post my stories under and that is where they all live. Now you’re probably wondering why I am not posting this on that page? Well I don’t know how to get my message/ask section back. It seems to have disappeared a while ago and that kind of when I stop writing and posting. So for now this page still has access to messages/asks so fingers crossed I don’t lose it on this page.

So what fandoms do I write for?

* Supernatural

* Chicago Fire, P.D.

* Animal Kingdom

* Leverage

* 9-1-1

* Suits

* The Walking Dead

Are my top fandoms, but send me anything, it will be good exercise in the creative process. So read through my meteoric work, see my style of writing, and send me a prompt.

I am tagging a few accounts that seem to have recently found my works, or that I have started following or that use to follow me. hope you don’t mind, I just really want to get eyes on this. I promise I will only tag you in posts moving forward if you want to be.

Thanks again for reading

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[asirensrage]

Ah prompts... Yandere prompts, about Eliott Spencer maybe?

"2. You know, there’s only so much you can do to ignore me when we’re this close."

🫠

No pressure or expectations, am already happy to be able to post a gif of this stud.

OKAY! This took way longer than I thought (but not as long as the other prompts in my ask box) so I'm sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy it, even if it's not that long!

Rating: M...ish? Fandom: Leverage Pairing: Eliot x unnamed!female!oc Warnings: suggested obsession? Persistent interest despite being shut down. Sexual themes? Being trapped in a closet. I don't know what else tbh. Un-beta'd!

Honestly, she’s been in worse situations. 

She’s not worried about being trapped in what can barely count as a supply closet, or the fact that the guards are searching them. It’s the man pressed up against her, trying to protect her from whoever might open the door as he crowds her space. There isn’t any room for her to move back, but she’s tried. All she got for the trouble were the shelves digging into her back. 

She tries not to look at him, praying that they are given the go-ahead to get out of here. Or that the dark will swallow her whole. Anything to get away from the way she can feel him staring at her, from the heat of his arm around her waist. 

“You know,” his voice is soft. “There’s only so much you can do to ignore me when we’re this close.”

“I’m not ignoring you,” she murmurs. It’s a lie. She’s tried to distance herself from him since she became aware of his interest. She doesn’t believe in mingling work and pleasure. 

“Sure, sweetheart, and I’m Santa.”

“Technically, you were,” she says, thinking back on one of Parker’s favourite Christmas stories. 

“You know what I mean.” 

She does but she falls silent. The warmth of him is sinking into her and she finds herself focusing on the way he’s holding her. His grip is tight, as though he can stop her from retreating from him despite the fact that there’s nowhere for her to go. 

“Sweetheart,” his voice is laced with a warning. She swallows tightly, trying to ignore it. He bends down slightly, lips brushing her ear. “I ain’t interested in your games.”

“Then what are you interested in?” She says it before she can stop herself. 

“Thought I made that clear.” His grip tightens, as though he can pull her closer. 

“Eliot.” 

“Yeah?” His voice lowers. “You gonna tell me to stop?”

“Pretty sure the team is listening,” she mutters, trying to dissuade him. “Eliot, don’t do this.”

His lips brush her cheek. “They ain’t listening. Why you still runnin’ from me?” 

“Why are you so persistent? Can’t you take a hint?”

“Because I know when a woman’s not interested, and you are. You’re just scared.” 

She snorts. “Of what?” She won’t admit that his tenacity continues to surprise her, but she knows he’s dangerous. She’ll get lost in him if she lets him close. She also doesn’t want to be the target if his enemies decide to come after him. It’s bad enough she’s working as a part of this team. 

“That I know how to give you what you want. That you ain’t never going to want to leave.”  He lowers his face, lips pressing against her neck with a soft kiss. It’s enough to make her breath hitch and make her flinch back only to be blocked by the shelves. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes her side where he holds her. 

“Eliot…you can have any woman you want. I’ve seen you. Why are you–why are you chasing after me?”

He pauses for a moment and she shivers when she feels him exhale across her neck. “Something about you that I can’t stop wanting.” She goes to protest and he stops her, squeezing her waist. “It ain’t the chase. Ain't anything but you.” 

She moves carefully before putting her hands on his chest. His muscles are firm under his shirt and she tries to ignore that as she pushes him slightly. He doesn’t budge. 

“Still running…” he says softly. He presses a kiss against her cheek. “You want this as much as I do. Wouldn’t be this determined if I didn’t know that, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that.” 

He shifts, his grip tightening for a moment before his thigh pushes its way in between her legs. He pulls her closer, making her rest on it. She bites the inside of her cheek, keeping herself from making a sound at the sudden increase of pressure and friction between her legs. 

“Ain’t lying,” he says before one of his hands moves to her cheek and he bends forward, capturing her lips with his. Eliot knows how to kiss, how to ease her into opening up to him so he can deepen it. He groans as he does. It’s strange to taste him, to feel the way his grip tightens as his tongue moves against hers. Her hands on his chest clutch his shirt, unsure whether to keep him close or shove him away like her survival instincts demand. 

The door suddenly opens and Eliot is off of her faster than she can process. He takes down the first guard before going for the second. She stays where she is, mind reeling over the fact that she just gave in to him until he leans back in, looking at her. 

“Come on! We gotta move!”

She shakes the feeling out of her head before running after him. It’s fine. She just needs to get through this job and then…she’ll take a break. Get some space. 

His hand suddenly grabs hers, fingers wrapping around hers. “We’re continuing this later,” he tells her, as if he's read her mind. “You ain’t going anywhere until we do.”

She snorts. That’s what he thinks. 

(don't ask me why the team isn't listening. i'm using my artist license so i don't have to explain...aka come up with a reason. maybe they were. who knows.)

[abubblingcandle]

🌹 if you are still happy to send them???

Always! Please do as it motivates me to keep going.

I've been writing little bits of the Leverage AU as I've plotted so here's a little bit of Ch4 (which is based on The Studio Job if you know leverage) 🧡🧡🧡

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"I have just realised in this whole the fiddle job thing, am I the fucking fiddle?" Jamie's voice cut through the quiet on comms.

"Why yes, good deductive reasoning," Ted chirped back with a grin to Roy. Jamie was learning!

"Cool, yeah, so just referring back to the whole the fiddle job is where you sell a fiddle for more than it's worth thing," Jamie continues and Ted watched a slightly manic grin form on Roy's face.

"That is correct," Ted prompted, looking at Roy with an arched eyebrow.

"Selling my act for more than it's worth, like hell. I'm damn priceless. More than he's worth, ha" Jamie squeaked down the line. "I'll show them not worth a thing. I'm gonna kill this crowd. I could be a legit popstar if I applied myself."

"You've certainly got the attitude of a pop star," Roy contributed when Jamie finished his moaning.

"Thank you Roy," Jamie replied and Ted could just imagine the amount of preening that was going on backstage at very rare praise from Roy towards his protégé. "Yeah, juvenile, pretentious, egotistical, self absorbed," Roy started to list off, still grinning.

"Haha very funny, fuck you Roy!" Jamie shouted back.

"Keep the bickering off the comms!" Beard shouted. All fell quiet again apart from the sound of Roy's snickering.

[spn-fic-prompts]

Prompt #12

SPN x Leverage/Leverage: Redemption Crossover - Dean Winchester met and became friends with Eliot Spencer, the summer before the show started and he went to get Sam. Dean is 25, and Eliot is 28. (Whether they are besties or dated is up to the writer.) Dean has started to be allowed to hunt on his own. Eliot has been working "freelance" away from Damien Moreau for about a year at that point. They meet when Eliot is on a job and crosses paths with Dean who is on a hunt. Dean saves Eliot from the monster. Before they part ways, Dean actually tells Eliot about the supernatural and some ways to defend himself. He also made sure Eliot had Dean's number and also Bobby's.

[hedgiwithapen]

Hi. Hope you're having a good day or afternoon or evening and staying safe. I wanted to ask you if you could write something for Blue Beetle in the scene where Jaime and his sister with y/n are fighting those soldiers in the underground with the red light and Jaime and Y/n like each other but they haven't told each other. Then, the fight is over and Jaime and his sister hug each other then Jaime and y/n hug each other too and she tells him she's glad he's okay.

Then, Jaime tells her and his sister that they have to get out of there but y/n stops him and gathers up the courage to tell him she has always liked him and she finally tells him. Jaime is speechless then y/n acts nervous and tells him that maybe telling him her feelings for him were probably stupid but Jaime assures her that it's not stupid and that he has also always liked her too but he just didn't know how to tell her.

She smiles at this and Jamie smiles too then he has an expression on his face like he's about to kiss her and Khaji Da notices that he wants to kiss her and says something about it. Jaime gets annoyed as he rolls his eyes and tells her to stop and while y/n & his sister laugh then he goes in and kisses her and his sister sees this and whistles.

Jaime and y/n let go from kissing and smile at his sister then his uncle Rudy when he comes and his sister tells uncle Rudy Jaime and y/n confessed their feelings for each other and kissed and Uncle Rudy whistles too and tells Jaime way a go. Jaime rolls his eyes then him and y/n both laugh while smiling then they get out of there to get Jenny and while Jaime and y/n are now holding hands together.

Thank you so much. Hope this is okay. Have a good day or afternoon or evening and stay safe. 😊😊😊

Hi! Welcome! It's a Lovely Dammit Hedgi Day and it's nice to see some new faces this year. To answer you question though: Nope! :) I don't write romance, self insert or otherwise, and even if I did, I only take simple concept/dialog prompts during the three weeks leading up to Dammit Hedgi Day. (note: I've gotten a few ship prompt requests today, which is why I'm responding publicly. This is not to shame or call anyone out! I just want the new folks to know that my prompts are closed for another year and I don't accept this kind of prompt. ) That said- It seems like you've got a solid outline for the story: you should give it a go yourself! I'm sure there's readers who would be interested.

Stay safe, have a lovely day yourself! Good luck with your fic, either in writing it or finding another fanwriter who is better suited to the task.

[breannacasey]

Hiii 😍 for your flufftober list, can I please request #23 Trinket for Tarlos? 😘

Of course you can! Thank you, for your request, it's all done and will be posted on October 23rd!