#leverage OT3

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Sketch of Hardison, Parker and Eliot from og Leverage walking together and laughing. Hardison's arms are around both of Parker and Eliot, and Parker is holding a phone. Behind them is the polyamorous flag with a superimposed greyscale outline of a key, lock and guitar pick. End ID]

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I have many things that I need to do, so not sure how many of the Leverage-themed Pride things I'll manage to draw within Pride month. Thus, just in case I can't get many done in time, here is a (very) old sketch of the ot3 with the polyamory flag (pi sign is hidden behind them and/or got stolen because it was gold and shiny).

[meanderingstream]

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ALSO smth v special to me about how in both eliotparker convos (the long way down job & the side job) not only all other team members are invoked as people who do the "right" thing but hardison specifically is position as THE balancing force to eliot and parker.

"they would've froze to death right next to him, especially hardison" - hardison as the ultimate do-gooder from eliot's perspective.

"you gonna tell hardison?" - hardison as the ONE person parker genuinely thinks could stop her from killing someone in an instant.

he is the addition to them. the two of them might be different and they might, in this sense, be alone together but even in these moments they are both of the firm belief that they need hardison, too.

[morrithal]

You seat a table of three for breakfast and the woman says hmm yes I will have a loaded waffle tower please and you say ma'am that's a children's item and she says so and you say okay fine and the man who brought a whole laptop in says ah, I will have what the lady is having and an orange soda and you say for breakfast and he says of course and then the guy who is clearly a criminal says what kind of bread do you use for your French toast and you say ... White and he says can I sub brioche and you say we don't have brioche and he sighs and says I'll get the rooty tooty... Whatever the cowboy omelette and the other two start razzing him about being a cowboy and when you come to check up on them the woman is playing airplane with the loaded waffle tower trying to get the criminal to eat it and they tip $200 and your watch has been replaced with a better watch

[unsaidace]

Daily reminder to thank Beth Riesgraf, Aldis Hodge, and Christian Kane for blessing the Leverage OT3 fandom with this absolute fucking gem (from the OG show’s season 2 gag reel);

[jackalopc]

im finally watching season 3 of redemption anD WHAT DO YOU MEAN OF ALL THE SHIT I'VE SEEN FOR THIS SEASON, I HAVENT SEEN A SINGLE GIFSET OR POST OF HARDISON SAYING HE DOESNT WANT TO WORK IN A JOB WHERE HE HAS TO WATCH ELIOT GET HURT ALL THE TIME ANSWER ME

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

so my therapist was like, "you've got a find something to do with your time that won't make you hate yourself."

And I said, "well, I'm rewatching leverage for the 15th time, and that always helps, so."

But he's never heard of it, so I said, "it's about a group of criminals who take down the criminally rich," and he looked it up and went, "wow, that sounds fun. I've been looking for a new show to watch for a while, so it looks like you solved that problem."

THE FANBASE CONTINUES TO GROW!!

The number of people on this website that's obsessed with Leverage really says a lot about our natural obsession for finding the world's greatest love story.

It also says a lot about what an amazing show Leverage is, so.

You should watch it.

[mrsluellabateswashingtonjones]

my favouritest eliot moment from this season is when he is like guys I cannot take out this guy (bcuz he reminded him too much of his dad) and then spends the rest of the time just hanging out and helping the guy who then introduces him to the work union which eventually does end up helping with the con

But like it's canonical that eliot is by far the most likely to get sidetracked during a job with random side quests and I fucking love it

[curiositeath]

previously on "soft famer eliot and his storm-supplied strays parker & hardison" (masterpost)

eliot doesn’t know what a smart car is, but a car’s a car, so the tools are probably the same, right? hardison laughs at him, breath wheezing right on out of him when eliot tosses his toolbox at his chest, but thanks him for his help all the same. even though eliot’s not really sure what else he can offer besides an extra set of hands and a good creeper.

"I'd say you're more of a loomer than a creeper." hardison tilts his head in thought and squints at him. "maybe a lurker."

"are you—damn it, hardison, it's the thing—there're wheels—it—what're you laughing at!"

"do you know your nose scrunches when you—ah! okay, okay, not looking at your nose, not talking about no nose, creeping on!"

as hardison mumbles to himself how'd he make a cleaning rag hurt it's a rag not a rock what kinda southern charm is this, eliot has to turn away so hardison doesn't catch his smile.

eliot’s pretty sure parker probably knows more about cars than even he does, smart or no. she has a list of grievances with the fast & furious franchise and absolutely none of them have anything to do with the impossible physics because that's just another tuesday but apparently no idiot would do that do a car, she says often, always with a derisive snort, please.

he imagines her flitting around the space, that dancing way she has, the silver-wing of her mind as fast as the lightning of hardison's. the two of them like some kind of stars, spiralling in concentric circles, each arc another lock picked in the puzzle before them.

eliot frowns at his thoughts—he ain't making any sense. he slugs back his water and doesn't bother wiping it when it spills down his throat. hopes the cool relief will straighten out his wandering mind.

dehydration aside, eliot wouldn't mind getting the chance to see parker in action, unwrapping hardison's smart car like it's a fancy present, because there ain't nothing like seeing someone in their element. plus he'd bet the rest of grandma may's silverware the surprise sure to be on hardison's face would make a pretty picture. uh, satisfying picture. ...a funny picture? yeah, yeah. funny. mm-hm.

except parker vanished the second hardison set foot on the porch. eliot hasn’t seen even a glimpse of her since. but the leftovers he sets aside for her are always gone, dishes cleaned and drying on the rack, and no one else leaves cereal crumbs on his bedding, so. 

eliot knows she’s watching them, which turns out to be comforting in that particular oddball parker way.

he carefully doesn’t wonder when the weight of her gaze became something familiar enough to be soothing.

after a day spent sweating into his grease-stained wife-pleaser, plaid over-shirt alternatively tied around his waist or thrown across his shoulder, old-faithful work jeans gaining yet another tear at the knee, eliot tells hardison he thinks he'll need to replace some parts. hardison's voice breaks a bit, breathless for some reason, and he has to clear his throat twice before eliot swings out from under the carriage on the creeper to frown up at him. the man's flushed from the heatwave, mouth a small o, wide eyes blinking rapidly.

he clearly really cares about his car, which like, eliot gets that, but dude doesn't need to get his panties in a bunch about it, and he tells him so.

"panties?" hardison squeaks, eyes flicking down as eliot stands and back up. "who said—i'm not—does that mean—are you—what—"

eliot raises a brow. "it's a saying—they not have sayings in the big city? or is this car stress?" he tilts his head but can't fully hide his smirk. "blink twice if you're having a stroke."

hardison makes a sound suspiciously similar to an old stove kettle.

eliot’s got a mechanic buddy a county over who owes him a favour, but it’ll still be another 2 weeks at least before any deliveries are gonna be able to get to them. the guilt that's been creeping in about the situation—not that he's responsible for it, just that he czn't do more—and how clearly stressed hardison is about not being able to get back to his life sits weird and heavy in eliot's gut. he's about to offer again to take hardison into town, or further, and have his car sent when the roads are safe, when hardison interrupts him to apologise for taking up even more of your kindly offered hospitality. his expression is so earnest that the guilt in eliot's gut dims and something else—itchy? achey? jury's out—twigs in his chest instead. eliot waves him off, grumbling louder when the man persists in waxing poetic how kind and thoughtful and gentlemanly eliot is, to the point where he has to storm off under the pretence of chopping firewood to escape the lilting warmth in hardison's eyes.

firewood. in a heatwave. for the love of—

hardison insists on helping out around the place in return for his ongoing stay in eliot’s guest room. some of your appliances are rigged by planned obsolescence, but, like I said to my nana, ain’t nothing failing on alec hardison’s watch, nuh-uh. eliot agrees with the caveat hardline promise of absolutely no cyborg crap, man, I don’t need the head whistling dixie every time I take a piss. when hardison replies what about sweet home alabama, he catches the salad bowl eliot pegs at him with a laugh, whistling it as he ducks outside, and eliot firmly tells himself the smile taking over his face is because he likes the song.

it’s a warm night with a clear sky a week or so later. eliot decides to make the most of it and sets dinner outside under the oak tree at the dining table he’d built the year molly and her dad moved onto the next farm over.

he and hardison have just sat down with some of eliot’s chilli when parker chooses to reveal herself in the most parker way possible: dropping from the oak tree into the seat beside hardison. bowl and teaspoon already in hand, she serves herself up enough for 2 and only stops when eliot snatches the ladle. all the while, she merely keeps staring at hardison, brow furrowed in confusion, like he’s the weird one for screaming.

and he is screaming. like really, properly screaming. wow. 

eliot pinches his nose between his fingers. "damn it, parker."

hardison trails off, presumably because he runs out of breath, and parker waits a beat more, and she doesn't say the words aloud, but she's thinking are you done hard enough she may as well. when hardison makes no move to reprise his banshee impression, just keeps clutching his chest like a southern belle, parker says, "your lung capacity would be good for swimming." she scrunches her nose. "I prefer high places." and then, like some cross between an afterthought and a kind of olive branch, "screaming is fun." she snort-laughs. "I do not recommend it in an air-vent—so many echoes!" and then she shovels a heaped spoonful of chilli into her mouth, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, and beams a closed-lipped smile.

in unison, two sets of wide eyes—hardison's bordering on crazytown, parker's guileless as a summer sky—lock onto eliot and blink at him.

eliot takes a long, long pull from his beer.

[thegroundhogdidit]

sometimes i think about how eliot spencer in any other font would be such an annoying character. like he's the gruff, ex-military, man pain guy who gets all the girls. and then they said no! he's a thoughtful and kind man who children love and who has an absolutely mind-obliterating insane amount of ptsd. and he's got long hair, jewelry, and probably some sort of pronouns situation. and he's almost certainly in a sort of queerplatonic throuple with an adhd genius and the most autistic woman(?) alive. what a character

[flyerskay]

Hey remember how leverage had one historical flashback episode with Parker and Hardison as the couple, and then another historical flashback episode with Parker and Eliot as the couple. Hey. Hey remember that.

[starling27]

Do you see my vision

[schrijverr]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, as a fandom we don’t do enough with the fact that Hardison is canonically the forger and he made Old Nate. Like he is skilled. And I feel we can make cute OT3 fics with that.

Like Hardison needing to make a fake in a genre, not a specific painting and having Eliot and/or Parker pose for him.

Or make it sexy (semi-failed) where he’s like “pose naked for me” and his partners are like “sure weirdo (affectionate)” and he thinks it’s going to be sexy, but live nude drawing isn’t really sexy, but it can be very intimate, so it’s still nice and he gets emotional about how much they trust him and how they can be vulnerable with him.

Or Eliot has banned screens and Hardison is pouting about it, but then he finds a notepad, so he settles in on the couch and observes Eliot and Parker being domestic and starts sketching them. (Maybe Eliot later finds the drawing and gets emotional about it, because this is how Hardison sees him, not a murdering monster, but this soft, happy cook).

Or he makes a little drawing of Parker and gives it to her, because he’s sappy. And he doesn’t expect anything of it, because Parker is more of the money as a gift kind of person, but then they need emergency cash, so he goes into one of her safes and it’s in there on pillow in a nice frame surrounded by diamonds, because that little drawing he made her is as precious to her, like im crying that is so soft.

Anyways, Hardison is the forger! The possibilities are endless!!!

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

I feel like the OT3 subtext this season has been a lot less sub and a lot more text

which could mean nothing!

unless

[crazyness-overpowers]

damn we got parker talking about relationships and then saying to eliot “me, you, and hardison. that’s fine, that’s working.”

calling that an absolute win

[independent-fics]

Now, you can take that as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. And that's up to you.

Eliot Spencer and Parker Doing the Things Others Won’t

Leverage (2008-2012)

04x01 The Long Way Down Job

05x09 The Rundown Job

[littlesmartart]

DRAWTOBER #10 - don't let the madness change us by stardustandswimmingpools

“Parker,” Eliot hisses at the ceiling vent, “what the fuck?" Aw, shit. “Aw, shit.” Hardison grimaces, rubbing his head. In the…excitement of the night, he completely forgot about Parker. “Parker, why are you in the ceiling?” There's a long pause. “I don't understand the question,” Parker says.

this is essentially relationship negotiation: the fic, but it's also a lot more fun and cute and lovely than that sounds! Hardison and Eliot have a conversation trying to figure out what spending time together in the bedroom means for them, and uh. also Parker is there. in the ceiling. because of course she is.