#bydaybreak

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the punchline to this

By bydaybreak

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 9,536 words

Summary: The woman laughs, her eyes crinkling behind her silver cat-eye glasses. "You must be Eliot,” she says, cheerfully. “He warned me you were charming. Where is he?” Eliot’s stomach drops as he realizes that this is a terrible fucking mistake, because this ain’t 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 Hardison’s nana, and Eliot has just opened the door to the apartment—to Hardison and Parker’s apartment—like he lives there.

My thoughts: This is why they say poly relationships require a lot of communication ig. Eliot really gets himself worked up.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Characters: Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Parker (Leverage), Alec Hardison's Grandmother Additional Tags: goddamnit i typed all these fucking tags, and then realised that i'd done them all as character tags, what a fucking disaster, guess i'm going to tag again, ready, here go, No Spoilers, moderate angst, alec's nana comes to visit!, i mean lbr tho, this fic is like - Freeform, an excuse to write about eliot making supper, which come on you guys, half of you are one hundred percent going to read just for that, And like, stupid domestic stuff, also pining, and then some fluffy bullshit about people having feelings, i mean ok, basically all my fic is like, hey i'm having a feeling, OH NO HOW DO FEELINGS WORK, lol 'my fic' like it's not also my tumblr and my life and--, but also look ok, there's basically nothing in this world that's going to convince me, LIKE EVER, that ANY OF THESE PEOPLE, are people who are like, secure in their place in--not the world maybe, but their place with other people, they're too aware of who they are or where they're from or what they've done, too aware of the people who haven't wanted them, or the people who've wanted them for the wrong reasons, too aware that at some point, they've been the complicating factor, the person who was ~difficult~ and made things difficult for other people, hardison's more secure than parker and eliot, but that's a low fucking bar, and i am wholly and completely convinced, that somewhere inside of him, maybe not even all that deep, there's a scared and lonely child, who wants desperately to be loved and praised, and told that he's good enough, that he's worth keeping, haha what if i write a whole essay about hardison in the tags, what then, Sorry Not Sorry, also tho for clarification, this is not mostly about hardison, it is mostly about eliot, i just have a lot of feelings about hardison and belonging ok, and letting other people belong, and just, I JUST HAVE INFINITY FEELINGS ABOUT EVERYTHING Summary:

The woman laughs, her eyes crinkling behind her silver cat-eye glasses. "You must be Eliot,” she says, cheerfully. “He warned me you were charming. Where is he?”

Eliot’s stomach drops as he realizes that this is a terrible fucking mistake, because this ain’t 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 Hardison’s nana, and Eliot has just opened the door to the apartment—to Hardison and Parker’s apartment—like he lives there.

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blackdogrunning replied to your post “domesticity meme: 12, 20, 33”

ow jesus uncle eliot ow.

by-daybreak replied to your post “domesticity meme: 12, 20, 33”

ugh fuck you why do you do this to my fucking heart

AND LIKE. THE THING IS.

The thing is, Eliot put himself in that role all by himself. It’s not like they all sat down and said okay we gotta figure out what this kid we just acquired is going to call all of us because it’d be sketchy as hell for her to call everyone her parents. Eliot just kinda-

It made sense, to him. And the first time Parker and Hardison heard him refer to himself that way, they just assumed that, you know. That was the role Eliot was comfortable taking on. That he didn’t want kids like that, and, you know. That’s cool, that’s fine, it doesn’t bother them (it only bothers them a little), it’s not something they need to sit down and talk about.

And, Eliot figures, it’s already gonna be hard enough on the kid just knowing that, you know. It’s weird enough that he lives with them and sleeps with them and doesn’t even have his own bedroom, he figures. The kid’s gonna have enough trouble without having to deal with having two dads and a mom who all live together.

It’s better this way, he tells himself. Better that he’s the uncle. That way no one’s got to worry about a little kid keeping their cover in public, it’s just, you know. It’s their life. Parker and Hardison together, and him with them but kinda off to the side.

[renew-leverage]

actual human disaster. leverage blog with an eliot spencer problem.

A new Leverage blog?!

Yeahhhhhhhhhhh! Welcome to the team, bydaybreak!

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ot3 post-canon getting together fic

Author: bydaybreak Fandom: Leverage Relationship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Rating: Gen Length: 6864 words Description on AO3: She thinks she knows what Hardison means when he looks at her with his eyes all soft; thinks she knows what Eliot means when he bites out “dammit, Hardison”; thinks she knows what either of them means when, after a job, Hardison tells them that he’s ordered dinner, or Eliot comes back to the loft and starts chopping things in the kitchen.

Okay, so smokeandsong sent me a link to this fic the other day and I may have read and reread it over a dozen times since then. This fic is that good. This is the kind of writing that already knowing what happens next somehow makes it an even better read for me, because I'm like, here comes that cute moment, or oooh, it's that wonderful turn of phrase coming up, and I actually try to read slower so that I can savor the words. There's a beautiful analogy of falling and landing running through the whole thing, and it's so very Parker and I can't get over it.

Right, the plot! This basically falls into this fandom's favorite ot3 getting together scenario which is Eliot Spencer thinking he can't have nice things and Parker and Hardison not having any of it because YOU CAN HAVE US, ELIOT. WE ARE PRETTY NICE. I just had a conversation last week with smokeandsong and aweekofsaturdays about how basically 99% of Leverage fic is like that, AS IT SHOULD BE, because a certain hitter we all love is a special blend of both obvious and oblivious and it needs to be fixed. So this particular fic deals with that, with Parker masterminding her and Hardison’s adorable campaign to make Eliot happy, and it will kind of break you a little before fixing you up again. It stands out because it has Parker as the main POV character and the writer gets Parker's very distinctive (heh) voice exactly, wonderfully right.

The voices aren’t the only spot-on characterizations in this fic. Even the way they move around each other, the way they fit into each other's spaces, the sheer physicality that permeates their relationship after years of growing closer and closer--all of it is told in vivid, descriptive prose, and it feels like watching the show. The entire fic is like watching the show, in fact, in that all of them are so true to character, and I didn't realize just how much I missed Eliot, Parker, and Hardison until this story gave them back to me, in a way. This is the post-canon fic I've been waiting for, the glimpse into What Happened After that I've been longing for, and I can really see that this is how they get together--with all the carefulness and the ache and the sweetness of relief when everything falls into place. Highly, highly recommended.

BONUS: It's always exciting when I read a fic that I love and find out that OMG THERE'S MORE FIC BY THIS WRITER IT'S LIKE MY BIRTHDAY!!! There's one other Leverage fic on bydaybreak's AO3, and it's 20k+ awesome words of ot3 pining and sexiness. I would write a rec for it but I'm pretty sure I only need to say two words to get people interested. So here goes: FAKE MARRIAGE. Enjoy. :)