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This is the fluff post. Relationships and cuteness and possibly a wandering kitten. The only warning is that this is all overly sweet.
Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, Parker assumes that the three of them are in a relationship together
Triad, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, PG-13
Parker liked it like this, at Hardison's loft above Nate's place. Eliot would cook and Hardison would play video games and she could work on her locks and Nate and Sophie were just downstairs and it was practically perfect.
Hardison was trying to woo her. That was what Sophie said. That was why he did stuff like make her Hardy and write her really bad poetry and pretend he could save her from an avalanche. It was because he liked her and probably wanted to get into bed with her.
And while Hardison wrote really bad poetry, Eliot cooked her really awesome food and bought bags of fortune cookies to keep in everyone's apartments. And he threatened to hurt Hardison if Hardison hurt her and then showed her how to beat people up. She figured that was because he liked her and probably wanted to get into bed with her, too.
And she liked to poke Eliot's wounds and make fun of Hardison's video games. She ate all their food and fell asleep on the couch lying across them because it felt safe. So she figured they knew she liked them and probably wanted to get into bed with them.
So it was kind of funny that they were surprised when she got sick of the waiting game and just got naked for them.
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, comfort
Comfort, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, PG
Hardison liked the nights they spent at his place before a big day because it was comfortable. He had all of his equipment right there and he'd made sure that his kitchen was stocked and Parker had spare harnesses and locks in the linen closet. They all had their places and their stuff and they could do their own thing, just together. He liked that they could be together, without it becoming overwhelming. Hardison knew he needed space from people.
Eliot liked it when they piled into bed after a job. Hardison would be worried about his bruises and cuts and occasional puncture wounds and Parker wouldn't stop poking him until he stopped her by pinning her to the bed while Hardison whined until he joined in. It was a comfort to finally have team members - to have lovers he could trust. And Eliot appreciated that more than he ever told either of them.
For Parker, she loved the cons themselves. She had been telling the truth when she said they worked well together. Eliot and Hardison felt like puzzle pieces. Hitter-hacker-thief - when they were together, they became something bigger and more important than themselves. It was a comfort, too, to know that they had her back and wouldn't let her fall. They were the best of the best on their own, and together they were even better.
Leverage. Eliot/Parker Eliot has fantasy that he and Parker are married with a family.
Daydreams, Eliot/Parker, G
Eliot was never much for playing pretend, but sometimes he couldn't help himself. He never indulged himself around the rest of the team or when he was out in public or when they were on a job or when he might be needed for a fight or anytime when he wasn't weeding the garden behind his house.
He'd weed, feeling the woven fabric of the gloves between his hands and the tender green of the weeds beyond that. Then he'd fall into a meditative-like trance, thinking of all of the things he couldn't when he was anywhere else. And when he left the garden and walked back into the house, the dreams stayed there.
In his dreams, he was still in love with Parker and she was still in love with him. But in the place-that-wasn't-real, Eliot wasn't a violent man with innocent blood on his hands and Parker didn't have a past that made him want to break men's heads. In that place beyond reality, sometimes Eliot was still just a soldier and sometimes he still worked on the farm and broke horses. Sometimes Parker was still a brilliant thief and sometimes she was a brilliant TV personality or a brilliant FBI agent or any of those things she had to be for a con.
Sometimes they lived in Eliot's old home town, living down the road from his folks. Sometimes they lived in Boston and LA and Chicago and New York and Montana and Monaco and on army bases. Sometimes they had cats and sometimes dogs and sometimes no pets at all. Sometimes the rest of the team was there and sometimes they weren't, but Eliot always made sure to edit in great adventures and wonderful lives for them when they weren't together.
Some things were always the same, though. Parker always smiled at him like he was the sun itself and whenever he came home from work, he would swing her up in his arms before cooking dinner. And they always, always had kids. Eliot would get out his guitar and sing them lullabies at night. Parker would tell them awful fairy tales and teach them to pick locks. Eliot taught his daughters to fight and his sons to dance and he would call up Hardison to make sure their computers were safe.
So when, sitting in the back of Lucille while Hardison pretended to be grifter for this job, Parker asked him what his fantasy was, Eliot blinked. But that fantasy, the daydream where nothing was true and everything was perfect, wasn't something that was allowed anywhere outside of that garden. So, instead, he offered a blindfold and some bondage rope. It wasn't true, but it would do.
Leverage, Nate/Sophie, Someone( a Mark, or old friends) overhearing a phone conversation and assuming Eliot, Parker, and Alec are Nate and Sophies kids.
Rumors, Nate/Sophie, And it's not a telephone conversation, sorry.
Caroline had heard that Nathan Ford was back in town. She knew that after he went off to college, he'd gone to seminary. And then he'd dropped out because anyone who knew Nathan Ford knew he wasn't going to be able to keep at least half of those vows. She heard he got married and had a kid and then a rumor that there was a divorce.
But she never expected to see him back at McRory's place, the bar where his dad had reigned for so many years. She remembered, back in high school, when Nate vowed to never come back. He would get gone and stay gone and that would be it.
But there he was, as large as life, and brooding over a bottle of whiskey. God, another drunk Ford and another crush on a drunk. What a fucking cliche, she thought, as she took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer.
Before she could say something, before she could embarrass herself in front of her high school boyfriend who obviously didn't remember her, a brunette joined Nate at the bar and drank right from his glass.
"Hardison's already waiting for us upstairs. He wanted to know when you're coming," she said in a cultured British accent. Caroline knew her own too-gruff Boston accent was no kind of competition.
"And Eliot?" Nate asked. "Did he toss in a comment about me pickling my liver?"
The woman frowned. "He still hasn't forgotten you telling him to go skip rope. But no, he just wants you to be there for dinner." She sighed. "Really, this fight you two have going isn't worth it. You're sulking down here, he's sulking up there. Hardison won't leave his computer and Parker's sitting on your bed with Bunny and says she won't eat until we're all there."
Nate winced visibly at that. "Really?"
"Yes. And Hardison's actually Hording and Eliot isn't even making fun of him."
Nate pushed the whiskey bottle back toward the bartender. "Okay, okay, we'll have dinner. And Eliot and I ... we'll figure something out. And Bunny and World of Warcraft can go away."
Caroline watched as they walked to the back of the bar. It seemed like half of the rumors were right anyway. Nathan Ford had dropped out of seminary and gotten married. But he hadn't had one kid, he'd had three. And he was definitely still married.
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, They can't say it with words but it's hidden in their actions (mostly in the ones no one else would ever guess)
I Love You, PG, Hardison/Eliot/Parker
They never say, "I love you."
Sometimes Hardison says, "I want you." Eliot says, "I need you," a lot, especially in bed. Parker comes up with strange euphemisms. Hardison is pretzels. Eliot is bacon. When they're alone, Hardison talks to Eliot about how he's bothered by the fact that Parker thinks they're both food. Eliot pretends Hardison doesn't say that kind of thing when they're alone.
But they never have to say, "I love you." They know it. It's the heart of the team, deeper and more intrinsic even than the weird dance of love and fear and desperation that Nate and Sophie do.
They say, "I love you," every day without ever saying the words.
Parker said, "I love you," when she fell asleep in between them at night and didn't wake up punching. She said, "I love you," when she gave back their wallets after lifting them with a grace and art that would make angels weep. Parker said, "I love you," every single day she stayed with them and didn't run away, the way her instincts and head told her to.
Eliot said, "I love you," with food. That was an, "I love you," for the whole team. He kept them fed and trim and it was also a, "Thank you for not hating me. Thank you for taking me in." He said, "I love you," when he trained them in every fighting style he knew until he found one that worked for each of them. Eliot said, "I love you," when he gradually slept more than ninety minutes a day and sometimes even ate the food Hardison cooked.
Hardison said, "I love you," every time he keyed them into all of his security codes, even the ones that connected him back to Nana. He said, "I love you," when he made them accounts on World of Warcraft even though neither of them played. Hardison said, "I love you," when he made identities where he was married to both of them and then made some where Eliot and Parker were married to each other, just because they needed to be safe.
I love you. Those words, they knew, meant nothing if there wasn't something behind them. And sometimes, just sometimes, you didn't need them at all.
Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, Parker assumes that the three of them are in a relationship together
Triad, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, PG-13
Parker liked it like this, at Hardison's loft above Nate's place. Eliot would cook and Hardison would play video games and she could work on her locks and Nate and Sophie were just downstairs and it was practically perfect.
Hardison was trying to woo her. That was what Sophie said. That was why he did stuff like make her Hardy and write her really bad poetry and pretend he could save her from an avalanche. It was because he liked her and probably wanted to get into bed with her.
And while Hardison wrote really bad poetry, Eliot cooked her really awesome food and bought bags of fortune cookies to keep in everyone's apartments. And he threatened to hurt Hardison if Hardison hurt her and then showed her how to beat people up. She figured that was because he liked her and probably wanted to get into bed with her, too.
And she liked to poke Eliot's wounds and make fun of Hardison's video games. She ate all their food and fell asleep on the couch lying across them because it felt safe. So she figured they knew she liked them and probably wanted to get into bed with them.
So it was kind of funny that they were surprised when she got sick of the waiting game and just got naked for them.
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, comfort
Comfort, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, PG
Hardison liked the nights they spent at his place before a big day because it was comfortable. He had all of his equipment right there and he'd made sure that his kitchen was stocked and Parker had spare harnesses and locks in the linen closet. They all had their places and their stuff and they could do their own thing, just together. He liked that they could be together, without it becoming overwhelming. Hardison knew he needed space from people.
Eliot liked it when they piled into bed after a job. Hardison would be worried about his bruises and cuts and occasional puncture wounds and Parker wouldn't stop poking him until he stopped her by pinning her to the bed while Hardison whined until he joined in. It was a comfort to finally have team members - to have lovers he could trust. And Eliot appreciated that more than he ever told either of them.
For Parker, she loved the cons themselves. She had been telling the truth when she said they worked well together. Eliot and Hardison felt like puzzle pieces. Hitter-hacker-thief - when they were together, they became something bigger and more important than themselves. It was a comfort, too, to know that they had her back and wouldn't let her fall. They were the best of the best on their own, and together they were even better.
Leverage. Eliot/Parker Eliot has fantasy that he and Parker are married with a family.
Daydreams, Eliot/Parker, G
Eliot was never much for playing pretend, but sometimes he couldn't help himself. He never indulged himself around the rest of the team or when he was out in public or when they were on a job or when he might be needed for a fight or anytime when he wasn't weeding the garden behind his house.
He'd weed, feeling the woven fabric of the gloves between his hands and the tender green of the weeds beyond that. Then he'd fall into a meditative-like trance, thinking of all of the things he couldn't when he was anywhere else. And when he left the garden and walked back into the house, the dreams stayed there.
In his dreams, he was still in love with Parker and she was still in love with him. But in the place-that-wasn't-real, Eliot wasn't a violent man with innocent blood on his hands and Parker didn't have a past that made him want to break men's heads. In that place beyond reality, sometimes Eliot was still just a soldier and sometimes he still worked on the farm and broke horses. Sometimes Parker was still a brilliant thief and sometimes she was a brilliant TV personality or a brilliant FBI agent or any of those things she had to be for a con.
Sometimes they lived in Eliot's old home town, living down the road from his folks. Sometimes they lived in Boston and LA and Chicago and New York and Montana and Monaco and on army bases. Sometimes they had cats and sometimes dogs and sometimes no pets at all. Sometimes the rest of the team was there and sometimes they weren't, but Eliot always made sure to edit in great adventures and wonderful lives for them when they weren't together.
Some things were always the same, though. Parker always smiled at him like he was the sun itself and whenever he came home from work, he would swing her up in his arms before cooking dinner. And they always, always had kids. Eliot would get out his guitar and sing them lullabies at night. Parker would tell them awful fairy tales and teach them to pick locks. Eliot taught his daughters to fight and his sons to dance and he would call up Hardison to make sure their computers were safe.
So when, sitting in the back of Lucille while Hardison pretended to be grifter for this job, Parker asked him what his fantasy was, Eliot blinked. But that fantasy, the daydream where nothing was true and everything was perfect, wasn't something that was allowed anywhere outside of that garden. So, instead, he offered a blindfold and some bondage rope. It wasn't true, but it would do.
Leverage, Nate/Sophie, Someone( a Mark, or old friends) overhearing a phone conversation and assuming Eliot, Parker, and Alec are Nate and Sophies kids.
Rumors, Nate/Sophie, And it's not a telephone conversation, sorry.
Caroline had heard that Nathan Ford was back in town. She knew that after he went off to college, he'd gone to seminary. And then he'd dropped out because anyone who knew Nathan Ford knew he wasn't going to be able to keep at least half of those vows. She heard he got married and had a kid and then a rumor that there was a divorce.
But she never expected to see him back at McRory's place, the bar where his dad had reigned for so many years. She remembered, back in high school, when Nate vowed to never come back. He would get gone and stay gone and that would be it.
But there he was, as large as life, and brooding over a bottle of whiskey. God, another drunk Ford and another crush on a drunk. What a fucking cliche, she thought, as she took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer.
Before she could say something, before she could embarrass herself in front of her high school boyfriend who obviously didn't remember her, a brunette joined Nate at the bar and drank right from his glass.
"Hardison's already waiting for us upstairs. He wanted to know when you're coming," she said in a cultured British accent. Caroline knew her own too-gruff Boston accent was no kind of competition.
"And Eliot?" Nate asked. "Did he toss in a comment about me pickling my liver?"
The woman frowned. "He still hasn't forgotten you telling him to go skip rope. But no, he just wants you to be there for dinner." She sighed. "Really, this fight you two have going isn't worth it. You're sulking down here, he's sulking up there. Hardison won't leave his computer and Parker's sitting on your bed with Bunny and says she won't eat until we're all there."
Nate winced visibly at that. "Really?"
"Yes. And Hardison's actually Hording and Eliot isn't even making fun of him."
Nate pushed the whiskey bottle back toward the bartender. "Okay, okay, we'll have dinner. And Eliot and I ... we'll figure something out. And Bunny and World of Warcraft can go away."
Caroline watched as they walked to the back of the bar. It seemed like half of the rumors were right anyway. Nathan Ford had dropped out of seminary and gotten married. But he hadn't had one kid, he'd had three. And he was definitely still married.
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, They can't say it with words but it's hidden in their actions (mostly in the ones no one else would ever guess)
I Love You, PG, Hardison/Eliot/Parker
They never say, "I love you."
Sometimes Hardison says, "I want you." Eliot says, "I need you," a lot, especially in bed. Parker comes up with strange euphemisms. Hardison is pretzels. Eliot is bacon. When they're alone, Hardison talks to Eliot about how he's bothered by the fact that Parker thinks they're both food. Eliot pretends Hardison doesn't say that kind of thing when they're alone.
But they never have to say, "I love you." They know it. It's the heart of the team, deeper and more intrinsic even than the weird dance of love and fear and desperation that Nate and Sophie do.
They say, "I love you," every day without ever saying the words.
Parker said, "I love you," when she fell asleep in between them at night and didn't wake up punching. She said, "I love you," when she gave back their wallets after lifting them with a grace and art that would make angels weep. Parker said, "I love you," every single day she stayed with them and didn't run away, the way her instincts and head told her to.
Eliot said, "I love you," with food. That was an, "I love you," for the whole team. He kept them fed and trim and it was also a, "Thank you for not hating me. Thank you for taking me in." He said, "I love you," when he trained them in every fighting style he knew until he found one that worked for each of them. Eliot said, "I love you," when he gradually slept more than ninety minutes a day and sometimes even ate the food Hardison cooked.
Hardison said, "I love you," every time he keyed them into all of his security codes, even the ones that connected him back to Nana. He said, "I love you," when he made them accounts on World of Warcraft even though neither of them played. Hardison said, "I love you," when he made identities where he was married to both of them and then made some where Eliot and Parker were married to each other, just because they needed to be safe.
I love you. Those words, they knew, meant nothing if there wasn't something behind them. And sometimes, just sometimes, you didn't need them at all.