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[aimlessglee]

The thing is that simple machines and 10 Prides in Portland are canon (yes, both, simultaneously, no I won't explain) and it is Jonathan Rogers who has diverged from the True Path.

[ot3tropetober]

that’s all, folks!

We’re closing up submissions for 2020-- thank you again to everyone who participated! 

If you’re still craving that good good Leverage and/or OT3 fan content for the rest of calendar year, looks like signups are open for the Leverage Secret Santa Exchange until Nov. 10th--check @leverage-secret-santa-exchange for details-- and the OT3 Zine// @thezinejobofficial was still accepting applications last time we checked, as well. We’ll see you out there on the internet! 

-- @coffeesuperhero & @aimlessglee

[ot3tropetober]

that’s (almost!) a wrap!

hey folks, thank you so much for playing along with us and coming up with some AMAZING fic, art, and moodboards for ot3tropetober! whether you created or you enjoyed/liked/reblogged as things scrolled past on your dash, we appreciate you and hope you had a blast! we threw this together kind of on a whim and it was super cool to see all of you enjoying this low-key challenge. Hardison thanks you for your contributions to the alias files. xD 

This is the last day of October, so we’ll be closing things down tonight (until next year?), but if anyone has any last minute creations you want to submit, you’ve got about 15 hours until your mods fall asleep, so feel free to throw stuff at us ‘til then! xoxo, @coffeesuperhero and @aimlessglee

[ot3tropetober]

Strange Brew is not your typical coffee shop. Yeah, sure, they source and roast their own beans, which is enough to make them different, but it’s really the people who run it that make it so….well, strange. First off, the cute blonde lady who owns the place sometimes just…drops out of a ceiling tile to take your order, you’re pretty you once saw her eat a whole case of pastries in one sitting and literally climb the wall, and she loves chocolate more than any human being alive. Every once in a while you get the impression that maybe she’s spying on her regulars, but mostly for good reasons. Actually, you’d bet money that she somehow masterminded a truly adorable meet cute between a couple of Strange Brew’s lonely hearts, this sophisticated English lady and a kinda curmudgeonly guy from Boston who used to always come in separately but they come in together every day lately. 

And then there’s the head barista, who seems like the world’s grumpiest man and the kind of guy your mama told you to avoid, but the thing is, he makes the best coffee you’ve ever tasted and if you happen to mention the slight hint of blueberry that you’re getting from the coffee of the day, he’ll spend a solid hour talking your ear off about the delicate balance of flavors he was going for in this particular roast, which would be worth it for the smile alone, but also he’ll just straight up give you one of his pastries that he swears pairs perfectly with that coffee, and you know what, he’ll be right. Sometimes when nobody else is around he sings along to whatever’s on the store playlist and you will swear he sounds like some kind of cowboy angel. 

Oh, yeah, and then there’s me, because you know, every coffee shop needs a handsome nerd who comes in every day to do some quality people watching while they work on their novel. I’ve already written a couple of bestsellers, but my editor’s been on me for the next best thing and I just had not been able to make the words happen until I walked in here. But something about this place just works, and now instead of a serious case of writer’s block I’ve got about half of the next best thing written, plus I get all the delicately flavored coffee I can drink and the occasional free pastry. And, you know. The view’s not bad, either. 

[aimlessglee]

Masterlist: Leverage Fic

Current as of 23 October 2020; unabashedly 100% OT3 fic (even the stuff that tries not to be).  

Kitchen Witchin' 1200 words; T for wardrobe malfunction near-misses; magical AU silliness for OT3TropeTober Kitchen witch Eliot's technomancer boyfriend Hardison keeps trying to bring new gadgets into Eliot's traditional kitchen.  

A Bushel And A Peck 2100 words; T for bare-chested Eliot; a fall-flavored tasty treat for OT3TropeTober Hardison works hard on their aliases.  This one: Eliot owns an apple orchard.

The Clothes That Bind 1700 words; T for partial nudity; based on a true story Parker gets stuck in her sports bra, and Hardison and Eliot have to help her.

In Front Of God And The Oklahoma State Flag 9300 words; T for adult feelings; Eliot tries to go home again, again Eliot gets a letter containing his father's obituary.  Hardison goes with him back to Oklahoma while Parker's out of town.

Happy Meal 1700 words; T for shameless flirting; because my wife wanted something light and funny "Sounds like somebody needs a Happy Meal," Hardison says. "Get your blood sugar up. Get you a little toy. Even a grumpy guy like you can't resist a Happy Meal. Tell you what, my treat."

Different 5500 words; G for gentle backstory; because Hardison needs to have his story told too Alec was different.

Let The Light In 1800 words; T for complicated feelings; coming out isn't easy even when it's simple Eliot tells Shelley about his partners.

Five Bets Eliot Lost (Mostly On Purpose) And One He Didn't 16800 words; T for UST; in which Parker and Hardison lay a trap and Eliot walks into it Eliot doesn't really understand why Parker and Hardison keep making bets with him, but he's going to see where this goes, and along the way, he's going to cook a lot of food.

Tandem 1800 words; M for mature acts; what if essentially-aro Parker and Eliot fooled around before Parker fell in love with Hardison? They don't fuck after the first job, but they do after the second job.  Parker's still wound up from the sight of all that cash, and Eliot's an easy mark.

Ten Prides In Portland 50800 words; T for adult feelings; because I really needed to go to Pride this year and couldn't, so I sent Eliot to have some character growth Ten years of Pride Month celebrations at the Bridgeport Brewpub; or, How Eliot Spencer Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Being Queer; or, The "Be Gay" Part of Be Gay, Do Crimes

Three Of A Kind 3800 words; M for making out and more; season 5 OT3 fluff "I think Eliot makes me feel things," Parker said.  "I think he might be pretzels too."

We Don't Need No Piece Of Paper From The City Hall 900 words; T for tender feelings; my first pass at post-The Long Goodbye Job OT3 fluff The end of an era.  The start of something new.  Something borrowed and something blue.  It's not exactly a traditional wedding, but it works.

Five Times Parker And Hardison Didn't Exactly Have Sex And One Time They Definitely Did (And One Time They Definitely Did With Eliot) 25500 words; E for extra-sexy; a story I had to write because everything is sex when  you're queer (Gratuitously Sexy series part 1) Parker and Hardison figure out how to take their relationship to the next level, with occasional input from Eliot.  

Don't Come Late 3100 words; E for extra-sexy; bossy-in-bed Hardison is very hot okay (Gratuitously Sexy series part 2) It's Hardison's turn to plan date night (and by date night, they mean sex).

A Double Helping 2800 words; E for extra-sexy; when you have a m/m/f OT3 writing a double penetration story seems inevitable (Gratuitously Sexy series part 3) It's Parker's turn and she knows what she wants.  Hardison and Eliot don't need a lot of convincing.

When In Berlin 3500 words; E for extra-sexy; that post-job high needs some kind of outlet (Gratuitously Sexy series part 4) "Oooh," Parker said.  "I get it.  We're going to have sex in a nightclub."

[aimlessglee]

Fic: The Clothes That Bind (Leverage)

1700 words; T for some nudity; soft pre-OT3 teamwork to help Parker out of her clothes (she needs the help)

"Hardison."

Hardison looked up and tried to keep his jaw from dropping.  Parker was standing in front of his computer, in her tight black crime leggings and a sports bra and nothing else.  

"Uh, yeah," he said.  "You, uh, need something?"

"I guess I got really sweaty in that vent," she said, twisting her body to hook her fingers under the edge of her sports bra.  "Now I can't get this stupid bra off."

"You need help taking your bra off?" Hardison repeated.  His brain had kind of shorted out.

"Yeah," she said, wriggling her shoulders.  "It's too tight.  It's fine when I put it on, but sometimes it gets stuck.  Good for vents.  Bad for anything else."

"Are you sure you need me?" Hardison asked.  "I mean, wouldn't Sophie be better at it?"

"Sophie isn't back yet," Parker said.  She squirmed, struggling to tug the bra over her head.  She hopped up and down.  The sports bra, to Hardison's profound relief and disappointment, didn't budge.  "Also, I don't think Sophie works out.  Sports bras aren't really her thing."  

"Damn, woman, they're not my thing either."  Hardison got up from the tall chair where he'd been going through his post-job rituals, making sure everything that needed to be erased had been.   "What, um, what kind of help do you need?"

"Just pull on it," she said, demonstrating, and once again, it didn't budge at all.  Hardison approached her warily, but Parker didn't move at all, not even when he worked his fingers under the seams of the bra.  Her skin was soft and damp.  He tried not to be into the whole thing, especially considering his hands were in her armpits, but sweaty Parker so far smelled more wild than anything else, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued.  

"Ready?" she said.

"Yeah," he said.

"You might want to lean back a little," she told him, and he tipped his head away as she started hopping up and down again.  Hardison's hands slipped and the band of the bra snapped away from his fingers.

"Oops," he said.  

"Try again," Parker said, and this time he kept hold of the surprisingly slippery fabric, but the bra still didn't budge much, definitely not enough to work it off over Parker's head.

"Thanks anyway," Parker said.  "Maybe Eliot can help me."

"Yeah, I bet he's taken off lots of bras," Hardison said before he could stop himself.  "Push comes to shove, he'll cut it off you."

"Nah," Parker said, and then thought about it.  "Well.  Maybe.  But he never has before."

"Before?  When before?" Hardison asked.  "Has Eliot been taking your clothes off?"

Parker looked sideways at him.  "Eliot and I take our clothes off together all the time.  We have a lot of costume changes."

Hardison relaxed, but only a little.  "Right.  Costume changes."  He tried not to think about Parker and Eliot crammed into elevators and locker rooms and the back seats of cars, ripping their clothes off with abandon.  At least, he wasn't going to think about it right then.  

"Eliot!" Parker hollered.

"What?" Eliot stuck his head in.  He hadn't changed yet either.  He was still all mussed and dusty from the basement where he'd taken down the security guys, his hair curling from the water that he'd been splashed with when one of the guards had tried pulling the fire alarm and the sprinklers had gone off.  

"I can't get my sports bra off," Parker told him.

Eliot looked between them.  "Hardison will help you."  His eye shivered in the hint of a wink.  Hardison nodded back.  Eliot was a man who respected a crush.  They had each other's backs.  

"He tried," Parker said.  She looked at Eliot and then at Hardison.  "Maybe I need both of you."

"If this is anything like that time in Vancouver, couldn't hurt," Eliot said.  

"I remember Vancouver," Hardison said.  "I do not know why you two would have been taking off each other's clothes in Vancouver."

"Don't worry about it," Eliot said.  Hardison frowned at him.  "It was nothing.  Literally just a helping hand."

"The zipper on my dress broke," Parker said.  "Eliot fixed it.  Well.  Eliot ripped it, but at least it came off."  

"I know my way around a seam," Eliot said smugly.  "Dated a lot of models, you know."  

"We know," Hardison said.

"I didn't think models got stuck in their clothes," Parker said.  She positioned herself between them, reaching out and tugging them closer when they weren't as close as she liked.  

"You'd be surprised," Eliot said.  "Some of those sample garments aren't put together as well as you'd think.  I mean, they're only made to be worn a couple of times."  Hardison wedged his fingers under the seams again.  Eliot put his arms under Hardison's and gripped the front and back of the difficult bra.  They jostled briefly for position.  Parker raised her arms over her head and waited.

Hardison blinked exaggeratedly at Eliot, a clear hint for him to close his eyes.  Eliot frowned.  Hardison made a face at him over Parker's head.  Eliot rolled his eyes and then closed them, looking away.  Hardison turned his head too, watching Parker through his lashes.  He'd close his eyes if the thing came off.  Of course he would.  He was a gentleman.

"Ready?" Parker said.

"Yeah," Hardison said, and Eliot said, "Yep," and Parker hopped and wiggled.

"Is it working?" Hardison asked.

"Almost!" Parker gasped, and she shimmied her shoulders and jumped around a little more and suddenly Hardison felt the sports bra give a little.  He yanked and Eliot hauled and together they wrestled it up over the swell of Parker's breasts, over the hard knobs of her shoulders, and over her head.  Which was, of course, when Sophie walked in, followed by Nate.

"Oh my," Sophie said.  "Should we come back later?"

Hardison and Eliot let go of the bra.  Parker caught it and turned, holding it over her breasts with a carelessness that made Hardison want to drape his scarf around her. 

"Why would you come back later?" she asked.

"You seem, ah, busy," Sophie said.  Nate had turned and was looking determinedly at the wall.  

"She got, um, stuck," Hardison told them.  Nobody seemed to be able to get through a whole sentence except Parker and Eliot.  Unflappable, that's what they were.  "We were helping her...get unstuck."

"Naturally," Nate said, still not looking.  Hardison glanced at Eliot and they both stepped in front of Parker.  

"I'm good now," Parker said cheerfully.  "Eliot didn't have to cut any of my clothes off this time."  

"Not gonna ask," Sophie said under her breath, and turned on her heel.  She pushed Nate in front of her.  "Looks like you've got everything taken care of here, so we'll just run out and pick up dinner.  Thai okay with everyone?  Excellent."

"Okay!" Parker said.  "Ooh!  Don't forget the spring rolls!"

"We won't!" Sophie called over her shoulder.

"Do you want to put some clothes on?" Eliot asked Parker without looking.  "You know, like a regular person?"

"Hardison doesn't mind," Parker said in a dismissive voice, but when Eliot pulled off his henley and handed it to her, they could feel that she put it on.  Hardison pointedly didn't look at Parker, but he did glance at Eliot, and Eliot's thin undershirt didn't hide any of his chest either, which at least served the purpose of distracting Hardison from thinking about Parker half-naked behind them.  The fact that the contours of Eliot's chest were fascinating wasn't exactly new information, but it was definitely something Hardison was going to have to think about, some other time, when he was extremely alone.  And how long did it take to put on a damn shirt anyway?

"All better," Parker said, and they turned to look at her again.  Hardison tried not to think about the fact that her breasts were just loose under the soft fabric of Eliot's shirt that was already warm from Eliot's body.  He tried really hard not to think about it.  He was definitely not thinking about it at all, not even a little, even though Eliot's shirt fit Parker very differently and what was just unbuttoned on Eliot was extremely unbuttoned on Parker's non-Eliot chest.  Parker pretended to twang the sports bra at them like a rubber band.  

"Maybe you should get rid of that one," Eliot suggested.  "Since it's such a problem."

Parker shrugged.  "It's good for vents."

"I guess that's all there is to it," Eliot said, rolling his eyes.  

"You keep those jeans even though they made you slip on that ramp like five times when we were stealing that painting back from those people on that yacht," Parker pointed out.

"Dammit, Parker, my pants are a tactical decision," Eliot growled.

"Yeah, bell bottoms are really crucial fighting attire," Hardison said.  

"They're not bell bottoms," Eliot said hotly.  "I gotta be free to move."  He shifted his weight in demonstration.  

Parker slung her arms around them.  The offending sports bra dangled over Hardison's shoulder.  "Hey," she said brightly.  "We all have our superstitions.  If Eliot's is his pants, that's okay."

"I don't have any damn superstitions," Eliot said.

Parker ignored him.  "The important thing is that we all made a lot of money and we're about to eat a lot of curry and spring rolls."  She patted each of them on the head.  "Thanks for the help."  She bounced away, off on some new Parker-mission, hopefully to shower and get dressed in actual clothes.  They watched her go.  Hardison shook his head slowly.  Eliot clapped him on the shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, man," he said.  

"Maybe so," Hardison said.  

"It will be," Eliot said, and walked off.  Hardison watched him go.  The muscles in Eliot's back flexed as he moved, and damn, he looked so strong.  And firm.  And warm.  Hardison scrubbed his hands over his face.  

"This is fine," he said to himself.  "It's gonna be okay."  And maybe one day it would be.  In the meantime, at least he was about to have spring rolls.  

[coffeesuperhero]

omg I love your Eliot has temporary amnesia WIP <3

hey, thank you so much, anon! just for you, here’s another small snippet: 

"Do you not know how handsome you are?" Eliot asks. He frowns. "Do I not tell you that enough? I should tell you every day. I'm gonna do that from now on, baby, I promise." 

"That is so not necessary," Hardison says. 

"No, you should definitely tell him more," Parker says. 

"I intend to," Eliot promises, and then he squints at Parker. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend? Somebody who tells you how beautiful you are?" 

"No," Parker says, shaking her head sadly, and Hardison really has to hand it to her, all that time with Sophie has paid off and then some. He almost feels sorry for her, and he is her boyfriend. 

"I'm sorry about that, honey," Eliot's saying. He's holding Parker's hand now, and she looks a little bit like she looked the day they found out there was gonna be that chocolate festival in Boston. 

"Okay, wow," Hardison says. "Uh-- babe? Maybe you should, you know, get some rest, before you say something you regret?" 

"I'm just saying," Eliot continues, absolutely determined to say whatever the hell he wants regardless of what anyone else has to say about it. "She's hot. Somebody should tell her." 

Parker just beams at him. 

"Is he gonna remember...not remembering?" Hardison asks the nurse. "I just-- he's gonna be so embarrassed, you know?" 

"He'll get over it," the nurse laughs. "Really, it happens more often than you think. You'll be laughing about this for years, I'm sure." 

"Uh huh," Hardison says, trying to picture a universe where Eliot You Ate My Sandwich, Prepare to Die Spencer thinks any of this is funny. "Laughing. That is what we will do. About this."

[coffeesuperhero]

He has....amnesia?!?!?! (Also hi!!!! You’re amazing I hope you’re having a great day) 💗💗

Hi <33 thank you so much! I hope you are also having a great day! :D 

This is a Leverage OT3 story-- Hardison POV, Eliot gets hurt pretty bad in a fight, has to have surgery, wakes up with a side effect of temporary amnesia, is startled and delighted to find that Hardison is his “husband,” Hardison realizes maybe Eliot?? has a thing?? for him?? and Parker is just incredibly amused by all of this. 

Like. There are more than a few of these already on AO3 but I hope this is a “two cakes” situation because I just wanted to write some fluff to balance out some of the angstier things I’m working on, and this is  definitely fluff. Anyway. Here is a preview! 

"Holy shit," Eliot says. "You're my husband?”

"Yeah," Hardison tells him. 

"Well hot damn," Eliot says, and hand to God, he looks Hardison all the way up and down like he's one of the many, many women in the many, many bars they've seen him with over the years. "I am one lucky son of a gun, huh?" 

"Laying it on a little thick, man," he chuckles, nervously, because Eliot is smiling at him, and it seems like his character in this cover story would probably smile back. 

But-- he's seen Eliot grift. Eliot's good at it. Probably second best next to Sophie. But even at his best it's not like this, because Eliot's smiling at him, and his eyes are crinkling up at the edges. Crinkly eyes means that's a real smile, and a real smile means real feelings behind it, and real feelings means--  oh damn. And like. It's not that he's opposed, exactly. It's just that he has a Parker. A Parker he loves, dearly. A Parker who once broke a beer bottle in her own hands because one of their clients was pretty, and sat too close to him. A Parker who is sitting right here, too, because she was just as worried about Eliot. 

"Amnesia is not an entirely uncommon side effect of anesthesia," the nurse is saying, and Hardison is nodding, and Eliot is smiling, and what is going on. "He'll probably remember who you are pretty soon." 

"Sure, okay," Hardison says, with another nervous laugh. 

"You're just so damn handsome," Eliot is saying, and now he is holding Hardison's hand, so to say the situation has gone from bad to worse is to really underestimate the whole thing by several orders of magnitude. "What the hell did I do to deserve you?" 

This is the worst possible time to try and absorb this information. 

At first, he worries that if Parker catches on she's gonna rip the railing off this bed with her bare hands. But what happens when Parker does catch on makes him wish that's how she reacted, because what happens is, Parker actively encourages this situation. 

"He is very handsome, isn't he," Parker says. 

"Parker," Hardison says levely. "I don't think he needs your help, here. I definitely do not." 

"Do you not know how handsome you are?" Eliot asks. He frowns. "Do I not tell you that enough? I should tell you every day. I'm gonna do that from now on, baby, I promise." 

"That is so not necessary," Hardison says. 

"No, you should definitely tell him more," Parker says.

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