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Gasp! i did it! cute crime babies hanging out at the park <3 eliot packed a picnic, alec brought a brew, parkerâs⊠shenaniganing, everything is great!
is there a ship name? a tag for them??
also. is eliot just small or also smol? *rubs chin thoughtfully*
@letsgostealafandom @cups-of-tea-and-history ?
LOOK AT THE BABIES itâs so fluuuuffyyyyyyy, I love it.
For the fic I won't write: Leverage OT3, title: The End of All Things
hahaha friend you have made a bad choice, here, because this is a fic that iâve almost written half a dozen times.
anyhow, i usually use a bit of the fic as the summary, so i wrote that, and then i wrote an actual (crappy) summary of what the fic would be.
"Go," Eliot says, and he can't look at them, can't tear his eyes away from the--the things lumbering towards them. "I'll find you," he says, âyou know I will, you know Iâll get back to you.â
Parker tightens her grip around his wrist for a moment, then lets go, and Eliot's eyes burn. He can feel Hardison hovering just behind him, too close. "Go," he says again.
"Come on, come on," Hardison says, pawing at Eliot's shoulder, and Eliot would bet Hardison's doing just like he is, staring at the--he's not gonna say zombies, not gonna say--at the things.
They could get back to the van, they could get back to the van and get out, hole up in that safehouse up in the mountains and never look back. There's enough food and the stream's still clear, last heâd checked, and--
One of the creatures lunges at them, and Eliot aims automatically, bracing himself. Three bullets into its skull, and this one stays down.Â
Heâs relieved.Â
Hardison's hand is still on his arm.
"Alec," Eliot says, quieter. He still doesnât look. "Please. Go."
(The shapeshifting-zombie-plague hits, just barely past season five, and Eliot means to buy Parker and Hardison time to go, means to meet up with them, but by the time he makes it out of the city, the rendezvous has been overrun. Parker and Hardison go to ground, safehouse to safehouse, helping people when they can, and hoping every time that somehow thisâll be the time they find Eliot again. Meanwhile, Eliot tries desperately to get back to them, selling his soul in pieces in hope that maybe this time...maybe this time--)
meme forever more - throw your rock and hide your hand, nate ford and jim sterling
i tend to use a chunk of fic for the summary, so i wrote that bit that iâdâve used, and then i wrote an actual thing of what the ficâs about.Â
Nate turns, the ice in his glass clinking dully, and looks over to where Jim's leaning against the parapet. Jim's not looking at him, though; he's still looking out over the city.
"It wasn't funny," Jim says tightly.
The ice has melted too much, and the whiskey goes down easy. "Eh, it was kind of funny," Nate says.
(Actual terrible summary: Nate and Sterling both know that things are changing, and neither of them can handle it. Psychological digs and subtle one-upmanship.)
The Fic I wonât write game
Send me a ship and a fic title, and Iâll post a summary of the fic with that title I wonât write.
(Original game started by the puckurt comm mods here)
this sounds horribly entertaining and my askbox is here~~
this is FANTASTIC and is also the only kind of fic I can possibly write:PÂ Non-ship character sets welcome here too!
ok so i'm reblogging this mostly not for me (tho, you know, me if you want) but mostly because there are Clever People who have made the mistake of following this blog, and it seems like the sort of thing that they'd like.
OMG Leverage! Crossover fic where Leverage team launches investigation on Hannibal because their client told them it felt like Hannibal was gaslighting him/her. I just want Hardison flipping out and saying "Holy shit, guys, abort, abort!!"
Hm.  I think in this crossover âverse, the âLetâs Go Steal A Cannibalâs Swiss Bank Accountâ plan is probably something like:
- Send Parker in as a new patient for Hannibal.  No cover story, no lies, just straight-up send Parker in and let her spend an hour gleefully telling Hannibal about her childhood and her life.  He would absolutely keep her and at least consider taking her on as a Murder Intern instead of a regular patient.  Parkerâs kind of into it; therapy is high on her Things I Hate list, but she thinks being a Murder Intern might be kind of fun.  Not that she wants to actually murder anyone, but Hannibal seems to know some very interesting torture techniques, and thatâs the kind of thing a girl sometimes finds handy in a difficult situation.
- Meanwhile, send Sophie into the opera / fine arts circles of Baltimore society to keep an eye on his activities that way. Â She doesnât find much there but collects lots of potential future clients, a few pieces of stolen jewelry, and she gets to buy a really great pair of shoes for the gala, so sheâs a happy woman.
- Hardison tries to do his genius hacker thing but finds it intensely frustrating because Hannibal basically never touches electronics. You canât hack a Rolodex, an encoded hand-written set of patient notes, or an erotic drawing. Hardison getting increasingly irritated. Maybe we can let make friends with Team Sassy Science, and they can all talk tech together while the rest of this plays out. I bet Zeller has a secret D&D group that Hardison can join. Â
- Eliotâs assigned to be Willâs bodyguard (since Iâm assuming Will makes the call in this scenario, or maybe Alana on Willâs behalf), which actually works out great.  Will and Eliot spend a lot of time being gruff and untalkative at each other, but in a comfortable mutually enjoyable âhanging out drinking beer on the porch with dogsâ kind of way.  Their only source of friction as friends is that despite himself, Eliotâs occasionally sort of impressed with Hannibalâs cooking.  Like, yes itâs people, and yes itâs way too goddamn fussy, BUT damn if thatâs not some incredibly distinctive technique.  Good knifework. Fresh, interesting ingredients (the ones that arenât people).  Eliot can appreciate a thing done well, even when itâs a really terrible thing.
- Nate, well. Â I kind of want to see Nate and Jack go a few rounds. Â I have no idea who comes out of that conversation the winner, I just want to see it happen.
I do think that eventually the gang figures out enough to realize that, wow, this is really not their area.  Corporate takedown is one thing, takedown of one rich asshole with maybe one or two murders under his belt is still sort of that thing, but psychopath who has killed his way across decades and continents is really kind of out of their mandate.  So they pull up stakes and get way the hell out of town.
But Iâm pretty sure that once theyâre all safely out of murder range, Hardison plants enough faked-up evidence to get Hannibal caught. Â Parker breaks into Hannibalâs office just before Hardison sets the capture in motion and steals back her patient record so it doesnât end up in evidence, and maybe she kindly steals Willâs while sheâs there. Â Eliot takes care of mailing it back to Will, they strike up a correspondence, and once a year or so they get together to go fishing.
Everyone lives happily ever after except Hannibal, but even he has a tiny silver lining in the form of a very nice letter from Parker thanking him for being her favorite therapist she ever had. Â
(Copied to @bydaybreak with my sincere apologies forâŠwell, everything, basically.)
i realise that this is quick becoming the reblog stuff that slippy says blog, but -- well, but iâm not sorry, is all.
Dear @mishafletcher:
In case youâre wondering, I woke up this morning realizing thereâs an alternate variant of âLeverage 2.0 try to steal an afterlifeâ in which Parker is the one who goes down.
Iâm pretty sure in that version Hardison becomes the most adept technomancer the worldâs ever seen. He believes so firmly that given enough time, enough zeroes and ones in the right order, he can crack the world open and remake it in the shape of Parker.
Eliot wants to believe, of course he does, and god knows he would trust Hardison to defend his own life any day armed with nothing more than a cell phone and the crackle of magic under his skin. But heâs a practical man and heâs seen a lot of dead people and ainât none of them ever got up again. He canât let himself believe thatâs even a possibility. Heâs trying so hard to find the new shape of a world without Parker in it.
They fight a lot. They make up a lot, desperately and knowing every time the cracks go a little deeper and get a little harder to repair because Parker was always the glue, wasnât she? The sun they both orbited around. Theyâre unbalanced, without her.
Iâm not sure how this version ends, though. Maybe itâs a choose your own adventure. Maybe Hardison finally finds the right words and brings Parker back and she brings some pretty fucking weird new powers with her and Leverage 3.0 is off and running. Maybe Eliot and Hardison canât keep it together anymore and go their separate ways and Hardison goes a little crazy without Eliot to tether him.
Maybe they find Parker but sheâs at peace, in the halls of the dead, where the rules of physics donât apply, and she loves them but she has a place now and needs to be there. Maybe it turns out you canât bring people back, but you can join them in those quiet, cool halls. Maybe the portals only work one way. Do you think Eliot and Hardison would hesitate? I think theyâd jump, all the way down, and trust Parker to catch them and show them around their new home.
There are a lot of treasures in the afterlife. Hey, guys, letâs go steal the coins from Charonâs hoard, six pomegranate seeds, a three headed puppy. Letâs go exploring.
It seems like the first rule of magic, or at least the first limitation mentioned, is usually âyou canât bring back the dead.â
And I know it makes sense from a writing standpoint, but I also wonder if it comes from somewhere else. If thatâs just the first, most common human response to hearing that magic is possible.
Maybe the first question was, âAre the dead still going to stay dead?â for so long that people stopped needing to say it, that it just got answered right away. Yes, the world will still hurt. Chin up, you can make fire from your fingertips. Maybe you can hurt it back.
@mishafletcher says #WRITE THE THING in regards to my mention of this post spawning some plot bunnies and, well, Iâve got a forty five minute cab ride so okay, letâs spitball.Â
 If Iâm gonna write the thing at your behest Iâm gonna transpose it to your fandom, obviously, which actually works pretty well, so letâs talk about this. Letâs talk about:Â
 - five times Eliot Spencer defied death to save the other two legs of his OT3 and the horrible final time he didnât, and how he had a little time to KNOW death had finally caught up, but maybe it was okay because Parker and Hardison are gonna be okay, except whoâs gonna look out for them now? Because thatâs the last thing Eliot has time to think before he blacks out.
- Parker losing her shit because this is not okay, none of this is okay, thereâs no amount of twisting this or turning this problem that makes it make sense. Nothing she can steal that will bring Eliot back. No building high enough to jump off to buy herself more than a few seconds of blessed blankness before it all comes rushing back.Â
 - Hardison going a little crazy on the security systems and the plans and the backup plans to protect Parker because goddamn if he is going to let Eliotâs sacrifice be in vain, Nothing, fucking NOTHING, is going to hurt Parker if he has to hack into every damn top secret database in the world to erase her records. And if one of the side effects is that heâs too tired and fried to face his own grief, even better.Â
 - Parkerâs quest for bigger buildings, faster falls, tighter spaces, wilder adventures. anything and everything to blank her mind, leading her to fucking MAGIC. Which actually doesnât surprise her much because how else does Santa get things done? What does surprise her is how much sense it makes when she starts to learn it. How the words and tones and gestures feel right in her mouth and fingertips almost from the first day, without all the tedious rote learning and pointless social cues that talking to normal people requires. Magic doesnât care if youâre polite or blunt when you talk to it. Magic doesnât care if you donât understand why people lie. Magic doesnât care if you canât hide your feelings - actually Magic kind of LIKES it when your sorrow spirals out and gets all mixed up in the spell. Magic doesnât mind if you want to try to find a way around its few hard rules. It might make you pay, but sure, go on and try. Magic likes spirit.Â
 Iâm just saying, if anyone in the world can speak Magicâs strange slippery language and convince it to break its own rules just this once, just because if anyone deserves a second chance isnât it Eliot Spencer? That person is probably Parker.Â
But Iâm also saying sometimes if people do come back, they might not come back quite like you remember them. Time with the dead changes a body, especially if he put a lot of the dead where they are.Â
Or maybe Iâm saying the person comes back okay but the spell caster pays a price.Â
Or maybe Iâm saying even for Parker, even with Hardison throwing more technology at Magic than has ever been tried before, maybe a rule is a rule and not even Leverage 2.0 can steal an afterlife. And what happens then?Â
Iâm saying careful what you wish for me to write, my darling girl, because it might hurt.
Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game
Send me a word, if itâs in my wip document Iâll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in
THIS IS AWESOME.Â
destroy the idea that fanart and podfic are somehow less deserving of comments and kudos than fic 2k16
tumblr, if iâm writing fic, do we want like.
i mean, the question that iâm really asking is should i write slightly kinky porn or should i write a bunch of feelings.
the porn, surprisingly, has minimal feelings; the feelings may or may not have porn. if i end in a question mark, can you leave answers, still? one hopes?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The woman laughs, her eyes crinkling behind her silver cat-eye glasses. âYou must be Eliot,â she says, cheerfully. âHe warned me you were charming. Where is he?â
Eliotâs stomach drops as he realizes that this is a terrible fucking mistake, because this ainât a random elderly woman showing up to collect cans or take up donations or whatever it is that elderly woman in weird fucking places like Portland do. This is Hardisonâs nana, and Eliot has just opened the door to the apartmentâto Hardison and Parkerâs apartmentâlike he lives there.
iiiiiiâŠwrote a fic? it was going to be the last thing i did in 2015 but instead it was the first thing i did in 2016, which i still think is pretty good, frankly.
anyhow itâs the one where hardisonâs nana comes to visit and eliot is a sad potato who feels like a third wheel and everyone just wants to loved, really.
Leverage? Stargate? Eliot-centric? Tell me more, please.
Oh man, so, this is basically my second favorite fic that Iâm working on! The basic premise is that Eliot was once on a gate team, and he retires, leaves the program, but they keep calling him in for âone last mission.â After a particularly horrifying one last mission, he chucks his phone into the river and quits for good. And thenâŠ
It was almost three years later and theyâd been on their own, just him and Parker and Hardison, for almost six months when his phone rang and it was an unknown number. He knew who it was.
He ignored it, but it kept ringing, going to voicemail and then starting all over again. âNo,â he snapped when he finally gave in and answered.
It was General Landry himself on the line.
Your country needs you, son, he said, and Eliot said no.
These are boys youâve worked with, he said, and Eliot said no.
The SGC will owe you one, he said, and Eliot said no.
I, personally, will owe you one, he said, and Eliot-
Eliot remembered the close call theyâd had last week, the three of them ending up in a cell in some podunk town on the Washington border. Parker managed to get them out before fingerprints were taken and identities were uncovered, but Eliot couldnât help but think what if. He thought about Parker, trapped in a cell for the rest of her life. About Hardison, in prison and without access to the network he was plugged into 24/7.
Eliot said okay.
So he goes back for one last one last mission, things go horribly wrong, and itâs six months before he manages to get back to Earth, never mind Portland. Parker and Hardison are⊠less than pleased? Super freaked out? Have spent six months thinking he was dead but traveling the world on the barest hint that he was alive? Yeah, those things.
Anyway, then the rest of the fic happens and things, eventually thereâs sex, you know, the usual.
Wow wow wow! There is not enough Stargate/Leverage Eliot-focused crossover fic out there, given how freaking close to canon it is. (wasnât there a thing in the commentary tracks about how when they do that reunion-at-the-bar scene Eliot had been with the SGC? Or am I making that up?) I canât wait to read it (no pressure).Â
Yup! They said that theyâd wanted to show him with a stargate, but that theyâd all been destroyed at that point. Which, I mean, come on guys, just make a new one! How hard can it be! Iâm sure that bydaybreak could provide you with all the commentary since sheâs the one out of the two of us thatâs actually watched the commentary.
But yes! not enough Stargate crossovers! I aim to fix that.
I want this crossovver more than I could ever express. Eliot on an SG team. All the yes
â„ 5ever
Iâll try to badger my friend into writing some fic to go along with my fic and, you know. Making it become a thing!
#because it's definitely a fic i'm going to finish#and it deserves to have a bunch of comapny#*pointed look*Â (from @letsgostealafandom)
i have such a love/hate relationship with when you start thinking about fic, bc you fucking always drag me into it, donât you DONâT YOU i have opened that file and am glaring at it and i hope that youâre happy with yourself
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