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taocc-updates · 11 months ago

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TAOCC but it’s 14 by Peter Clines because I am NOT NORMAL ABOUT 14

After all being offered what might be the lowest apartment rent in LA, a group of mismatched tenants start noticing some weird stuff about their new home. Bright green cockroaches with too many legs, a wall that’s freezing cold, apartments that are huge or have weird layouts, complex population calculations and circuitry below the painted walls, a massive geothermal generator miles below the ground, and whatever’s going on with the completely blocked off Apartment number 14.

CAST:

(If you’re wondering why they’re all so random, that was on purpose)

-Tennants-

Nathan “Nate” Tucker: Caleb A very normal guy with a very boring job in Data Entry in LA. After being offered an apartment for a ridiculously low rate, he moves into the Kavach Building. He ends up as the impromptu leader of the tenants, who slowly shift from a vaguely acquainted group of random people to a makeshift apocalypse prevention team.

Malavika "Veek" Vishwanath: Felicia A woman who works from home as a “call center employee”. In actuality, hacking and web investigation pays the bills. She’s closed-off and snarky, but does care for the group. She ends up with Caleb by the end.

Xela (Zeila?? Literally what is this girl’s name): Conny A bubbly, blue-haired Artist with massive social anxiety and a liking for the Greek Mythos. Has a large snarky streak, meaning she tends to bicker with Felicia.

Roger: Starro A outgoing wannabe actor who is stuck in set design. He does like his job, even if it isn’t his dream. Says “dude” a lot and has a hopeless crush on Conny.

Tim Farr: Charles A “retired publisher” who knows way too much about survival and has an arsenal of weapons big and varied enough to rival a police station. Turns out, his “publishing job” was probably the CIA. He’s being tracked by a PI because of his past.

Debbie: Elysia A very quiet ballet dancer who’s getting a degree in biology. She’s a good baker and very sweet, although she doesn’t handle the dangers of the Kavach building very well. At least she has her husband around.

Clive: Blaze A self-employed carpenter and the third guy who knows how to use power tools in the building. He’s upbeat and a bit dumb, but beloved by and super supportive of everyone.

Mandy: Umbra A nervous wreck who wants NOTHING and I mean NOTHING to do with the group’s investigations. Period. She ends up getting dragged into it anyways.

Ms. Linda(?) Knight: Sun The oldest tenant and everyone’s favorite snarky grandma. Nobody is spared. She also gets thrown into space. No, you don’t get context for that.

Oskar: Jacob The kind but a bit intimidating manager for the Kavach building. Very German. He knows both more and less than he’s letting on. Keeps telling everyone to stop investigating the horrors, to literally no success.

Andrew: Vamp A cleanly dressed member of some congregation. Everyone assumes she’s hardcore Mormon or something. But it gets more and more apparent as time goes on that whatever she worships, it sure isn’t a god we’re familiar with.

-The Cool Old People-

Alexander Kotorovich (please tell me I spelled that right): Dusk Saw beyond the veil, single-handedly figuring out the interdimensional threat to the world. She was called crazy, but she was right, and with her colleagues, she created the Kavach building. She died brutally inside the machine that she adored in the 1800’s.

Nikola Tesla yes that Nikola Tesla: Dialtone Dusk’s business partner and one of the people who helped turn her ideas into a physical reality.

W.P. (I can’t remember his name help): Uhhhhh like freaking Abayomi or smth Funded the Kavach building. He told his grandson (H.P. Lovecraft, yes THAT H.P. Lovecraft) the stories of Dusk’s theories after being minorly traumatized. Poor guy.

-the Horrors-

The Great Old One (“The Squale”): Clown Termed “the Squale (squid-whale)” by Conny in an attempt to make it less threatening. Whatever it is, it really wants worship and to eat all of humanity. The Kavach building is the only thing standing in its way.

The Kavach Building: It’d be really silly if it was House A huge machine created by Dusk, Dialtone, and Abayomi. Not alive in the original, buuuut heck why not make it House. It is benevolent, and saves the world every second that it exists. It is studied closely by the government and the manager. The control center is in Blaze and Elysia’s room, and apartment 14 just straight up leads to deep space as a counterweight for all of the dimension shifting that the control room does.

-Extras-

Anne: Niko Caleb’s coworker. Likes pizza. Thinks he’s pretty cool.

Eddie: Zachariah Caleb’s boss. Not too good at his job but goodness is he trying. Eddie sucks in the original but Zach in this version is a seriously cool guy.

Carmichael: Calamity Investigating Charles at the behest of the government. May or may not be dead by the end of the novel. Oops.

uhhh tags I guess because I used y’all’s sillies

@sh4tt3rg1rl @star-on-a-beach @feiar @silhouette-anon

#the moth speaks #Taocc au

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wayiiseetheworld · 1 month ago

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a place to heal

Summary: After a harrowing accident during a job that leaves Parker injured and in need of care, Eliot brings her to his ranch with a promise to take care of her. As Parker begins to recover both physically, the relationship between Eliot and her grow.

Warnings: Eliot Spencer, Parker. Hurt Parker. Protective Eliot Spencer. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Emotional Hurt. Developing Relationship. Friends to lovers. Caretaker Eliot Spencer. Friendship. Friendship/Love.

Word Count: 1617

Author Note: Rewatching the OG Leverage. Just a nice reminder how much I fucking love Eliot. He's my favorite. || Not my gif.

Masterlist | A03 Link

The dim light of the living room cast long shadows across the open-plan house Eliot had bought an hour outside Boston, on the outskirts of the small town of Boxford. It was a property he had fallen in love with years ago, the moment he stumbled upon it while on a job. It was a sprawling estate, with its large ranch-style layout, immediately drew him in. He needed to be able to call the place a home. The property had vast fields and the quiet seclusion appealed to his desire for a peaceful refuge from the chaos of his work. Back then, it was just a place he visited occasionally, a retreat he could escape to when the world got too heavy or he needed to heal.

That was before the team became a family of sorts, before the team became a permanent thing. Now, since their new office was in Boston, Eliot found himself coming here much more often. Allowing himself to call this place home, and not a place he visited. He had a small condo in the city with a view of the sky but when the team wasn’t working a case, this was his sanctuary, this is where he stayed. The house was a two-story ranch, spacious and comfortable, with a sense of calm that relaxed him every time he stepped inside.

On the property, there were horse stables, an indoor and outdoor training area, and a small four-bedroom guest house nestled at the back of the estate. The guest house was home to a lovely family of three who lived quietly and peacefully on the land. Eliot paid the ranch manager, Jacob, generously to care for the land, the animals. It was Jacob who ran everything, hired everyone and did all the background checks of everyone that stepped onto the property that Eliot didn’t bring himself. Knowing his unpredictable schedule and frequent travels, Eliot understood he couldn’t tend to it himself and he was happy that Jacob loved the property as much as he did. Jacob took immense pride in his work, and Eliot considered him and his family to be part of his own. The estate was more than just a retreat; it was a little world of its own, maintained with care and affection, a sanctuary that Eliot needed deeply.

It reminded Eliot of the place he grew up at.

A few days had passed since the team wrapped up their latest job, which had ended with the thief in the hospital. There was no choice but to bring her there for treatment, she was injured in a way that Parker would need help to heal. In the chaos of finishing her job, they had to split up. Nate, Sophie, and Hardison had driven away in the van, leaving Parker alone on the street entrance of the highrise, sitting in the driver’s seat of the getaway car. She was waiting for Eliot to join her, her hands resting on the steering wheel, her mind still racing from the adrenaline of the mission.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a drunk driver slammed into her parked car with a deafening crash. The impact jolted Parker violently, metal screeching and glass shattering around her. The world spun for a moment as her car was thrown off balance, and everything went dark for her.

It was Eliot who was there first as he was at the door leaving the highrise when the crash happened. His hands worked quickly, pulling her from the driver’s seat as smoke from the engine started. Parker was dazed, her head spinning and her body trembling, but Eliot knew it was bad.

He didn’t hesitate. With urgent, practiced movements, Eliot dragged Parker to safety, collapsing onto the pavement just as the car behind them burst into flames. The heat was intense, and smoke billowed around them. Somewhere in the chaos, he could hear someone from the crowd shouting that they’d called 9-1-1, and through his earpiece, he caught snippets of his team; Nate, Sophie, and Hardison asking what had happened, warning the police were minutes away and demanding the man to answer them.

Eliot could give a shit about the job, now it was about getting Parker help.

Eliot shifted his focus, moving to check on the other driver; a middle-aged man whose car had collided with Parker’s. The man reeked of alcohol, his face pale and unmoving, already gone. Eliot’s jaw tightened with a mixture of anger before he turned back to Parker, who lay unconscious on the ground. Her chest rose and fell slowly, so he knew that she was breathing, her face looked peaceful even with the small cuts but her body battered, he could see a bone poking out from her right leg.

He knelt beside her, voice barely above a whisper, trying to drown out the distant wail of sirens growing louder in the background. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. “You’re gonna be okay.”

It's been five days since the accident, and Parker was now in Eliot’s house. The team had all offered to bring her home and care for her while she healed; Sophie, Hardison, even Nate insisted. But it was Eliot who made the final call. He told the others simply, “She’s coming home with me. I have the experience of taking care of these kinds of injuries. End of story.” Eliot was nearly surprised that the rest of the team didn’t argue with him.

Eliot watched Parker from across the hospital room, her face peaceful but fragile, she was smiling at him softly. “Will you make me pancakes at yours?” The words leave her lips as a whisper, slurring the words together.

He stepped closer to the hospital bed, giving her a smile that Parker teased him about once, calling it a smile he saved for her. He moves the blanket, adjusting the blanket around the leg. “I’ll make you whatever you want if that means you will eat.” It was a promise. She gave him a goofy smile and whispered thank you to him.

Now, Parker sat on Eliot’s large L-shaped couch, her leg elevated on a stack of pillows. A fresh black colored cast wrapped from just above her ankle up to her thigh. A soft, cow-print blanket was draped around her, providing some comfort as she leaned back against the cushions, trying to settle in. She winced softly as she shifted, grimacing against the sharpness of the pain, which refused to fully fade despite the pain pills Eliot had convinced her to take when they arrived back at his house a few hours earlier. Her face was a mixture of stubborn resilience and exhaustion.

Eliot was nearby, lounging in the Lazyboy with the TV flickering in the background. The screen played some action movie; one Parker had picked out earlier, partly out of boredom and partly to distract herself. He held a cup of tea in one hand, his other resting on the armrest, his gaze cautious and steady as he kept a close eye on her, ready to step in if needed.

Eliot leaned forward, “It’s almost time for your second dose. Is there something I can get you to help you get more comfortable?” His voice was gentle but firm.

Parker shook her head, her blonde hair tumbling into her eyes as she tried to shake off the discomfort. “No, no, I’m fine. Just... a little achy,” she said, though her voice betrayed her; a little too bright, a little too casual. It was a lie. She was more than achy; her entire body still hummed with pain, the kind that lingered long after the shock had worn off. And by the look on Eliot’s face, he knew that she was lying.

Her voice was slightly slurred, the effects of the medication were wearing off but it was making her more talkative than she usually was. She looked over at Eliot, offering a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Eliot.”

Eliot watched her carefully, noting the subtle signs; the way her eyelids fluttered, the faint tremor in her voice, that she was trying to hide how much she was hurting. Without a word, he pushed himself up from the Lazyboy, moving smoothly to the empty spot beside her. He settled into a couch, studying her for a long moment, the lines of concern etched into his face.

He sighed, the sound low and heavy. “You’re not fine, Parker,” he said softly. “The crash…” He trails off. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse. I’m sorry for what happened, I’m sorry that I didn’t get to the car faster.” He had thought about it since the crash, how he could have saved her from the pain, how he wished he had gotten there faster.

She smiled briefly before releasing her hold. Parker was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say or ask. Without thinking, she eased herself onto Eliot’s lap, prompting a soft groan from him. “I’m tired, Sparky,” she whispered, her voice husky and faint.

Eliot gently ran his hand through her hair. “Go to sleep, Parker. I’ll stay right here. I’ll wake you in an hour for your medication, and then I’ll start making dinner.” The gentle tone in Eliot’s voice eased some of the tension that Parker felt in her body, and Parker felt herself relax a little more, leaning into his touch. Her eyelids fluttered as exhaustion took over, and she allowed herself to surrender to the comfort of his presence. The soft hum of the television and the warmth of his hand in her hair became a quiet lullaby, soothing her into a peaceful moment of rest.

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