thank you leverage


when you find a pawn partner, plans to dominate the world together taste so much sweeter

yuri-puppies  asked:

That's such an interesting fic meme idea! I'd like the Leverage OT3 version of Let Us Speak of a Letter, please

Ohhh, that’s such an interesting premise!

Hardison is the one who wakes up in a strange city and a strange time. And, because Alec is Alec, there are no doubts about that - those phones, those cars, they’re not anything like he knows, and the newspapers confirm it, he is definitely a bit more than a decade into the future. Some sort of conspiracy? Future!Alec has made some sort of time travel tech? He doesn’t know, but that’s kind of lower on the priority list.

Look, he’s consumed a ton of scifi and fantasy and comics, being thrown forward into a possible timeline is something Alec’s wrapped his head around and imagined a hundred times.

He’s also not at all surprised to crack open his wallet and find a bunch of fake IDs - Alec already has a couple, even if they aren’t quite as good as these. Future!Alec has an FBI badge, which seems heart-poundingly risky but also rad as hell. The idea that he’s still a hacker, well, that’s not weird at all, even if Alec himself is still learning a lot of things.

The weird thing is. Well, the weird thing is mostly that he owns (co-owns?) a brewpub. That he has - friends?

Because Eliot and Parker are definitely dating one another, it’s obvious in the way their eyes dart like some of his foster siblings do but not at one another like threats, the way they’re casually physical with one another.

Seeing Alec seems to throw them for a loop. Eliot scowls as he figures out what’s going on, arms crossed defensively across his built chest, and Alec’s heart seizes with the instinct of meeting too many angry jocks, but Eliot just points viciously at the couch and then, a few minutes later, drops a sandwich in front of him. Parker edges around Alec, peering at him with discomfort and something unhappy, intense, but she also calls him Alec (Eliot says, immediate and familiar, “Hardison”). Whatever, it’s a damn comfortable couch and a damn tasty sandwich.

Which is to say, Alec isn’t wrestling with who he is, but. It takes him most of the week to realize that Future!Alec is dating them too. That he must love them, that they must love him. That he has a safe place of his own, that he has a place of his own, warm and comfortable and high tech and thoughtful in the way Alec is scared to show anyone he can be. There’s an easy generosity to what Alec knows is his own work, the way there is to Eliot’s cooking, to whatever it is that occupies Parker’s attention on her fancy phone.

Alec knows his Nana loves him, but. But he’s not used to anyone wanting him, choosing him, making space for him. That’s the fear that grips him deep in the night, that he drowns in the blue light of the computer screen, that he’ll always be alone (Nana’s medical bills are starting to mount, she’s old and Alec knows it).

The future, with its WoW expansions and pending Star Wars (with a black man! A black man as a hero! Alec’s future self had damn well better be appropriately excited) and its technological advances, is pretty great, and he delights in exploring it, in letting Parker and Eliot share Portland with him. Alec doesn’t tell them that he’s figured it out, because, well, he can acknowledge it’s weird, he’s read fanfic, okay, he knows that meeting your lover as a kid is squicky as hell, but knowing that future him is loved so deeply and known so well… it heals some cracks deep down, quiet little hurts that Alec hardly dares to acknowledge.

And meanwhile. Meanwhile. Parker calls Sophie and barely has to say anything, because she mostly only likes talking through things like this with Alec, who is not Alec right now. Sophie, though, is kind, and doesn’t once offer to come sweeping in, which Parker appreciates. Parker is so used to feeling like a cornered animal, so used to looking past Eliot’s terrified snarl, that she never really realized how much Alec hurt too, because he’s got the hunted look at the corners of his eyes, not easy with them and their home. Anything that isn’t Alec’s, he barely touches, like he’s still expecting to be uprooted in a moment. It makes a keening noise build up in Parker’s throat, one she can’t let out.

And meanwhile, meanwhile. Fae magic has a distinctive feel. Eliot isn’t amused. He does his best. Eliot gets on with teenagers, but this is Hardison. And seeing Hardison wary of him again is painful, and even when he relaxes, Eliot feels like there’s no way he can be delicate enough about this. Parker is edgy about this, too, he knows, and Eliot doesn’t know how to be the glue here, has always appreciated Hardison, but missing him and how he balances them both strikes Eliot deeply. He just… does his best, and tries to be as honest as he can. It’s Eliot who meets the faerie (he thinks Parker has an idea of what’s going on, but she all but bares her teeth about the Otherworldly, so he doesn’t ask), Eliot who pours a glass of milk and crosses his arm, and doesn’t buy any of the fucking bullshit about why.

There’s no challenge, no trial this time. Yet. Eliot isn’t holding is breath. (He is, though, feeling like his chest is tightening as he waits, waits, waits, each hour immeasurable.)

Alec wakes up himself again, still bubbly with the giddiness of knowing there’s magic (that this future felt like magic), and fuck faeries, man. He goes to them, and kisses them, and he’s home.

He has a home. They have a home.

(Those cracked and burned places, already scarred, start grow a little greener still.)

Imagine Jamie staying by your side while you're in Hospital

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry, if it’s bad. It’s almost midnight and I’m super tired!) 

Imagine Jamie staying by your side while you’re in Hospital

“Did you get it?” You asked as soon as you saw Jamie slip into the room, you propped yourself up waiting for an answer.

“I got it,” He confirmed with a grin, producing a brown bag from behind his back.

“Thank God,” You beamed in delight.

“Here catch…” He warned about to underarm the bad to you before stopping himself after remembering the state you were in, “Actually maybe not,”

“Good idea,” You chuckled, gently shaking your right arm which was confined in a cast and a subsequent sling.

He walked towards you and took a seat in the chair beside you. He pulled the table towards you and helped you sit up properly by moving your pillow and letting you use his arm as leverage.

“Thanks,” You said, breathing through the pain.

“Don’t mention it,” He reassured, grabbing hold of your good hand and kissing it.

“Alright,” You began, opening the bag that he placed on the table and pulling out a chocolate muffin, “ I thought I asked for a blueberry one?”

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You weren’t really a fan of baseball, if you were perfectly honest. It just wasn’t that interesting to you. However, if you were talking about the men playing baseball, it was a completely different story. Your older brother was a huge minor league baseball fan, for no reason you could discern. They weren’t famous and most games were basically the same. He’d drag you to a game every once in a while, if you weren’t working, and you’d eat your overpriced hotdog, pretending to have fun.

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Hello, you beautiful nerds!  I am thrilled and slightly overwhelmed to be nearing the 2k followers mark, which is INSANE and I love you all so much.  I like to do something fun for big follower milestones, and I’ve never done one of these fic giveaways before, but I REALLY like writing custom fics for people, and apparently like This Is A Thing, so I’m gonna do one!

Here’s how to play!

  • Follow this blog, if you aren’t already!
  • Reblog this post (you can reblog more than once to signal-boost if you want, but it doesn’t increase your chances)
  • As soon as the blog hits 2k followers, I’ll go through the notes and randomly select two winners for one 4,000-word fic and one 2,500-word fic for any of the pairings below!

Pairings To Choose From (The 100):

  • Kabby (duh)
  • Doctor Mechanic
  • Kane/Raven
  • Kane/Abby/Raven OT3
  • Jake/Abby
  • Jake/Kane
  • Jake/Abby/Kane OT3
  • Kellamy
  • Bellabby
  • Kellabby OT3
  • Ice Chancellors

Other Pairings/Settings To Choose From (either as their own fic or crossover):

  • Stephen Finch (Scandal) x Zoe Morgan (Person of Interest) AU
  • Reese x Zoe (Person of Interest)
  • Reese x Finch (Person of Interest)
  • Nate x Sophie (Leverage)
  • Sophie x literally any other female character (Leverage)

Thank you so much, you beautiful baby darlings, Kabby mom loves each and every one of her babies with all her heart! 



  • Neal: Why are you okay with this? You seem perfectly happy to be here at Haven.
  • Kel: We're here.
  • Neal: Yeah, I know, we're here, get used to it.
  • Kel: No, WE'RE
  • Neal: Oh! That's sweet.
  • Kel: Yeah! Me and my glaive, Tobe and Gil, Merric and you.
  • Neal: Yeah... Kel, why does the glaive always come before the people?

try to watch the last episode of leverage and tell me eliot isn’t irrevocably in love with hardison and parker, I dare you

(and they’re in love with him right back)

China: Did you know about this? Girls being dropped from 20 feet. Unbelievable…
America: I know right? 20 feet? Pfff, walk it off!
China: America, you do know that normal people don’t just walk off a 20 feet fall, right?
America: So all the times I pushed England off a building and he was all like “AHHHHHHHHH”?
France: I thought it was funny, America!
England: No way in hell was it funny!
France: Like a Himalayan tree frog!
England: YOU calling ME a frog!? You calling me a damn frog? Say that again, say that to my face!
Russia: Guys, maybe focus, guys. Focus?
England: Damn frog…

Parker, Hardison and Pretzels

Parker: So, I have to tell you something.
Hardison: Okay. Did–did you want to talk now?
Parker: Yeah. Okay. So, the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings. Like weird, weird feelings… f-for…
Parker: …Pretzels.
Hardison: Pretzels. Okay.  Well, they’re right here, when you want them.

We all have a lot of feelings about this scene and I needed to make a post just about it and my feelings for it. Because this scene is about so much more than just Parker confessing that she likes Hardison. So let’s talk about that.

Parker is not good at emotions. Parker isn’t good with people. When a guy hits on Parker, she literally stabs him in the leg with a fork. She was raised on the street, never have a proper family, she bounced around foster care, had an abusive foster father, was abandoned by her car jacking team, was raised then by a professional thief who decided to make her his protege and the perfect thief. Archie cared more about how she would be his legacy than about ever learning to exist in the world as a person. She was basically a tool. (I mean, when he saw the way Nate & Co helped her grow, he said, “You took her and you broke her.”) 

Parker does not know how to be around people let alone how to be in a relationship. She’s emotionally broken and the only way of life she understood was how to be a thief. She’s quirky and weird when she met the team. She thinks nothing of things like changing clothes in front of other people or kissing Hardison or anything like that, because it’s just part of the con. She does what she has to for the heist and doesn’t ever look at any of it with an emotional or personal lens. But she gradually realizes that she likes Hardison. She realizes it without even understanding it. She’s mad when someone else is close to Hardison, but she doesn’t know why.

So when she finally understands it, she needs to talk about it. But just because she understands that she likes Hardison, it does not mean she’s ready to deal with those feelings. She’s not even really ready to admit those feelings out loud. Thus, pretzels. She has feelings, weird, weird feelings for pretzels.

And Hardison looks at her, looks at the pretzels, and then understands perfectly. Because Hardison does understand people. He’s charismatic and kind and warm and welcoming. He’s easy to love and loves easily. He bounced around foster care as well, but he was lucky enough to fall into the home of “Nana” – not his actual grandma, but the woman who raised him and his foster siblings. She taught him how to talk to people, how to be friendly, how to understand other people and read them. For everything that Parker didn’t have, Hardison did. 

So when Hardison sees Parker’s stress and struggle to admit her feelings, he instantly knows that she is not ready to deal with these feelings, even though she’s ready to tell him about them. And what does he do in that situation?

He says okay. He nods, he smiles, he accepts it, and then he gently informs her that the pretzels will be there waiting for her when she’s ready for them. He’s there for her. He’s always there for her, he always supports her. He clearly likes Parker very much, he has since episode one. They’ve been working together for two years at this point. They’ve kissed, they’ve danced, they’ve had each other’s backs. Hardison’s feelings for her have only grown this entire time, but he never once ever pressured her. He never pushed her farther than she was comfortable with. And now, even knowing that his feelings for her are now reciprocated, all he does is say, “I’m here for you when you’re ready for me.”

He leaves the ball in her court. He lets her know that he’s open to this in the best way he can and leaves her feeling calmer than she started. He leaves her smiling and confident and happy. He shows her that he likes her without forcing her into something she’s not ready for.

Hardison is the absolute perfect gentleman. He gave her just what she needed, just when she needed it. I have so much respect for him in that scene, because he has so much respect for Parker.

In fact, it’s not until 10 episodes later when she finally takes him up on that offer. The first line is in episode 5 of season 3, The Double Blind Job. In the second to last episode of the season, episode 15, The Big Bang Job, Parker and Hardison are on a train and nearly blow themselves up trying to disarm a bomb. At the end of the episode, all is well, of course, because Hardison is very good at what he does. And this exchange happens:

Parker: You know what I’m in the mood for?
Hardison: What?
Parker: Pretzels.

It’s such a brief exchange that if you’re not paying attention, you could easily miss it. It was a reference to a line ten episodes ago, and even if the audience doesn’t catch the reference, Hardison definitely does. He takes a moment to register what she says, then smiles and does his trademark “heeeey.” And that’s it. 

But you know what? Not once during those ten episodes between the two pretzel lines did Hardison do anything but respect Parker’s emotional space. And that makes me so, so happy. 

I just really love this scene. I love it so much. It’s so much more than just an “otp: pretzels” tag (which, lbr, is the perfect otp tag for them). It’s such a meaningful reference. Because it was the moment that you really saw what kind of man Hardison was. And how much he absolutely cares about Parker. It makes everything about their relationship matter so much more, for me.

Lines like, “I got you girl, I got you” and “thanks for not hanging up the phone” and “Do you hear me, Alec? I need you” and “kiss for luck” and all the rest, mean so much more when they’re all based on this amazing relationship that the both of them have. This is why I love Parker and Hardison. This is why I love Leverage. 

Thank you for listening, have a nice day.

anonymous asked:

I'm following your blog from France and I honestly love it. Thank you for keeping Leverage alive specially Parker/Hardison whom(who) I think are the cutest couple in tv show ever. And I also love your hair, you are a princess I'm so jealous we don't have prom here 😤Anyway keep the good work. Merci beaucoup et à bientôt. Love

FRANCE?!?!?!? That’s crazy! I’m seriously so happy that you enjoy my blog!!!! Pardison is the ship i will die defending lol there can never be enough pardison 

you are so nice omg! de rien! je t'aime <3 :)

EDIT: sorry i just re-read this (bc i answered it on mobile) and I am so sorry to have left out that prom actually isn’t that fun, the most fun part is getting ready (which is actually really fun. I did it last year by myself (because none of my friends wanted to get ready with me lolololol) and it was still super fun. this year my friend abbey did my makeup and it was extra fun. At least, at my school where no one know how to dance but everyone knows how to grind, prom is not fun. Me and my friends were the last people to leave and go to after prom and that was honestly the most fun i’d had all night) Do you guys have homecoming?