Did I Write A Silly Fluffy Little Leverage Ot3 Drabble Instead Of Studying For My Biochem Exam Coming

did i write a silly fluffy little leverage ot3 drabble instead of studying for my biochem exam coming up this week? oh 100% i did.

anyways…………

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“home is where the heart is (and baby, you have my heart” by reinanova on ao3 (locked to registered users only)

Leverage Fic Rec:

everything he needs by AppleJuiz on AO3

Summary (from the author):

This is how Parker knows she’s in love: because any other time she’s ever wanted something, she’s just taken it, but she doesn’t want to take Hardison, hoard him for herself when she doesn’t know how to love him right. She wants him to be happy. She wants to be what he deserves but if she can’t be, since she can’t be, she’ll… she’ll have to make sure he’s happy anyway.

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Parker doesn’t know how to be in love with Hardison. She tries to get Eliot to do it for her.

Why I recommend it: One of my favourite Leverage fics ever! I highly recommend it. It feels incredibly true to Parker’s voice and it is wonderfully well-written. It’s a beautiful impression of Parker in the midst of her arc (season 4), trying to figure out love, emotions, relationships, and how to do "the right thing".

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Prompt 14: "Did you stick to the plan?"

Fandom: Leverage (2008)

Relationships: the team's friendship dynamics

Rating: General

Summary:

The coms are not working, and Nate and Sophie are worried about Parker, Eliot and Hardison.

Short bickering scene, just because.

Nathan was sitting in front of the black TV screen, bouncing his knee and biting his lip. He’d gone through all his nails already and Sophie had smacked his shirt cuff out of his mouth, right before heading to the kitchenette of their suite muttering “Unbelievable”. 

She was babbling now, listing all the completely innocuous possible explanations she could think of while assembling a couple of sandwiches, but Nate knew she was as worried as him. They’d lost audio first, and shortly after they dropped from the reception venue CCTV. He had known it was a bad idea to put Hardison on the field and stay with the tech in the hotel, but the target knew both him and Sophie, so it couldn’t be helped. In his mind, several different extraction plans had been unfolding since losing contact 5 hours ago, and he was sure Sophie had half a mind of going downstairs. He’d seen her glance at her wardrobe and touch her hair absent-mindedly, plotting different outfits that could get her in.

It was 50 minutes past the agreed ETA and Nathan could not wait any longer:

“Sophie, I think we should—”

The door to the suite opened brusquely and in came Eliot, almost succeeding at containing his anger. 

“Get in”, he stage-whispered. “Now!”

Parker and Hardison hurried inside, Eliot shut the door and the three of them immediately launched into loud bickering. 

“How was I supposed to know?!” whined Parker. 

“You should have known!” boomed Eliot. 

“Don’t be so harsh, man, she—,” said Alec.

“No, don’t make me the bad guy! She should have known because you should have told her!”

“I did tell her! In a way…”

“Ugh! I can’t deal with you two right now!”

“Okay, Grumpy McGrumpface, maybe Nate could have warned me if someone hadn’t cut us out!” countered Parker. Alec gasped audibly at that:

“It was you? What— What the hell did you do? I’ve been trying to fix this shit with a smartphone, a Stone Age pocket console and the hotel’s courtesy WiFi while pretending to be African royalty because Eliot “Perfect Little Soldier” Spencer broke something?!”

Eliot was already squaring himself and pointing at Alec a menacing finger when Sophie interjected:

“Children, children, enough!”, she exclaimed as she walked up to them and rubbed motherly Parker and Eliot’s shoulders. 

The three of them took a mildly frustrated breath in and did their best to sober up, only to be faced by an arms-crossing, brow-frowning, lips-pursing Nathan. 

“Nate,” said Hardison, raising his palms defensively. “I can explain.”

“Did you stick to the plan?” he asked, scratching one eyebrow and bracing for the answer.

“No, we didn’t,” spat Eliot, giving the stink eye to Parker and Hardison. 

“Parker stole from the client,” explained Hardison.

“What?!” said Sophie and Nate in unison, which prompted Parker to whine and stomp in her place while she produced a zip bag full of priceless ancient Norse jewelry. 

“Seriously, how was I supposed to know our client was the Consul of—-”

“Ah, bah bah bah bap! No names. No names,” interrupted Nate, making a halt sign with his hand. She huffed and shoved the bag against his open palm before heading to the kitchenette. Cereal box in hand she pointed her finger at all of them. 

“We never have rich politician clients! You should have warned me!” and she proceeded to stuff her face with multicolored high carbs bites.

Sophie, Hardisson and Eliot turned to Nathan, who was weighing the bag in his hand. After a couple of seconds he said:

“Did you at least steal what we were actually supposed to steal?”

Eliot tossed at him a fist sized velvet box without a word. 

“Good,” said Nathan. “I’m going down to fix this. You stay and tell Sophie everything about how you collectively managed to mess this up.”

He winked and left.