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Leverage Fic Rec:

don’t let the madness change us by stardustandswimmingpools on AO3

Summary (from the author):

“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.

Why I recommend it: Adorable, funny, great fandom debut fic from the author. Another awesome Leverage OT3 fic, lots of hilarious lines. I especially liked how the Hardison/Eliot dynamic was written!

Final results update!

Other fandoms mentioned in the tags: Good Omens, Firefly, Serenity, Percy Jackson.

*Polls options based on common fandom tags that co-occur with Leverage on Ao3. Not asking for any particular reason, but posting for fun and fandom discussions!

Hi Hedgi! I've never submitted a prompt before but here goes:

For DHD: OG Leverage, Elliot angst in 1x03 "The Two Horse Job". Something regarding him coming home?

(Hi! Yay, your first prompt!!)

"You don't get some kind of homecoming parade," Aimee  snapped, storming off.

Homecoming.Eliot takes a step back, like he's reeling from a slap. He wants to stop her, to talk to her. He doesn't move.  Homecoming.  Somehow that's the word that throws him, not the thought of a parade. A parade is the last thing he wants, so many people looking at him. It's the last thing he deserves, too. 

But even if it was something he wanted, even if it was something he'd somehow earned...

He hasn't come home. 

This place isn't home, not really. He didn't grow up here. Close enough, sure.  And he spent enough time in stables like these, with horses like these, with Aimee. But that's still not right. This isn't where his Dad is. It's not where his Mom's buried.

It hits him like a horse's kick to the chest, the kind that breaks ribs, the kind that makes widows. Grief. He can't afford grief, not in the field. It still gets him, now and again, in those quiet moments like now. It's selfish and pointless and stupid. He's done so much he should regret, so much he does regret, that greets him every morning and stays with him 'til he sleeps, but this is the thing that pricks at him at random.

He should have gone back. For the funeral. He'd have caught hell for it, and a court martial, too. But maybe that would have been worth it, to be here--or close enough-- instead of there when everything went sideways, and sideways again. 

He shakes his hair out of his eyes, blinks back the sun. He did come back, once, twice. Too late for it to matter.

Home is where the people who love you are, and Eliot’s not sure he’s really got any of those.

So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?

Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!

Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.

Literally a life saver.

(No pun intended.)

Leverage Fic Rec:

Cupressus Sempervirens by page_runner on AO3

Summary (from the author):

All Hardison wants to do is spy on his extremely private, kinda weird, distractingly attractive neighbors.

All Parker wants to do is get a decent night's sleep in a nice box, away from living people.

All Eliot wants to do is dispose of a corpse in the most efficient and least incriminating way possible.

Is that too much to ask?

Why I recommend it: this fic has a very creative and funny AU premise - Eliot is a landscaper, Parker is a cremation specialist, and Hardison is a sex shop owner, with their businesses all neighbouring each other. It’s the perfect fluffy, fun ot3 story that you didn’t know you needed!