Eliot Keeps Living the Same Day Over and Over Again Leverage Ot3

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y'all I'm crying dean devlin just liked my tweet about the ot3

saw this post about bowls of heart-shaped fruit, thought "Eliot and Hardison" and then wrote this:

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The company that makes his viscous frogs shuts down and Hardison's devastated. He refuses other gummy frogs or sticky worms equally inferior, but constantly complains virtually needing the snacks to recollect and hack. Eliot bitches about them existence bad for him ANYway and insists that at that place are super simple healthful snack options out at that place which will piece of work merely the same. The arguing is vehement and Eliot goes through several options that are rejected for being too difficult, too fancy, not sweetness enough, dull looking, Eliot, where's the emotion?

Eliot slams down an exquisitely prepared basin of beautiful little fruit hearts. "How's that for emotion, huh?" He's got a smug little smile. This has it all: information technology's easy to brand with just a shaped cutter, sweetness merely not artificial, no complex 'fancy' flavors, and definitely non wearisome at all. It'southward gorgeous, he knows it, he knows Hardison knows it, he's already and then smug.

Hardison, meanwhile, stares down at the beautiful fruit bowl and feels his heart melt. He's visibly moved fifty-fifty if it does mean Eliot has won the argument, because this - this is so sweet... He spots a couple kiwis that are in the shape of little frog faces and feels actual tears welling up.

"Eliot," he says, deeply moved, watching Eliot blush in response to the emotion in his voice (the poor fool didn't realize this was gonna end in, at a minimum, a long long hug? lilliputian makeout, maybe? did he not discover he was declaring his dearest? probably not actually, he almost never does till later the fact, only that doesn't brand it any less adorable every goddamn fourth dimension), "this is -"

Something crinkly hits him in the side of the head. He and Eliot both startle and look upward. It'south Parker, of grade. She'd vanished a few days ago on very vague pretences, but she did that sometimes so they'd just exchanged a glance and let her go, more preoccupied with the great sticky frogs debate and trusting her to take care of herself for at least a week or two. She isn't exactly Nate; Parker was probably just stealing something cool and would reach out if she needed them.

"I'chiliad back," Parker chirps, and reaches behind her into the vent. There's a crinkling sound. "Hey, Hardison. It'southward raining."

"Wh-" he doesn't get any farther earlier she brings her arm forward and drops several more crinkly plastic bags on his caput. It takes a second to recognize them - in his defense, the internet is barren and he lost all hope about a fortnight ago; non to mention they're falling on his face and he's kind of decorated flinching - but he'd know that packaging anywhere.

"Baby. YOU DIDN'T."

Parker grins wider. Drops another handful on him. Hardison doesn't fifty-fifty attempt to contrivance; on the contrary, he spreads his arms out wide and beckons for more than. They keep falling from the sky in a seemingly unending supply, smacking into his breast and forth his legs where he'southward been lounging on the burrow.

"How?" Hardison has to ask. "I looked everywhere, in that location's no one selling these, no stock left, nil-"

"An abandoned hush-hush bunker in N Dakota," Parker answers, which... doesn't really reply annihilation but Hardison'southward besides blessed out to care. He swears he can sense of taste them through the packaging. The artificial sweet scent is overwhelming; it'south so good.

"Bury me like this," he moans. Perhaps cries a lilliputian. "Parker -"

She drops a double handful this time, leaning half out of the vent. Hardison has never been more in love in his life. He grabs at a pocketbook pressed into his neck, ripping it open up with his teeth, and reverently pops the first frog into his mouth.

Information technology tastes of bogus ruby-red and gelatin: exactly perfect.

Parker only drops a few more bags before flipping herself out of the vent and sliding down a nearby rope at high speed. Hardison'southward non sure if that's considering she's exhausted her supply (god, he hopes not) or if it's just because she has finished blanketing him in sticky frogs from face to feet.

In the absence of the bags hitting him over and over, Hardison remembers something. He freezes, another frog held just betwixt his teeth, and slowly turns his head to expect at Eliot.

Eliot is just standing there, holding his bowl of fruit, merely. Staring. His confront is completely blank and he is very still.

Parker notices besides. Glances at the fruit: "Ooh, cute!" and darts a hand in to snatch a bite. Eliot lets her, eyes locked on Hardison.

Hardison looks downwards at the sticky frogs all over himself, then back at the basin of fruit. The meaning behind it is still just every bit moving, merely the motivation to actually swallow it is... facing some competition at the moment.

"I love both gifts equally," he proclaims. Makes certain to run into Eliot's eyes and then he knows that he actually means it. Something in Eliot's face relaxes, without a unmarried muscle actually moving. "I love both of you. This is non a competition, and no one won."

Rather than easing farther at this reassuring statement, Eliot's eyes narrow. They're laser focused. Hardison tries to hold up. Still, no man on earth wouldn't crack under that suspicious gaze eventually.

"...merely, maybe, nosotros should put the fruit in the refrigerator for afterwards, since I already opened this ba-"

"DAMMIT, HARDISON!"

It'southward ane of those moments where we write Nate… Eliot torments Nate fairly regularly then it's one of the times we actually let Nate torment Eliot a lilliputian bit in this sort of abiding ability exchange between those 2. It's an interesting relationship to write because it is probably the virtually peer-based. - John Rogers, The Carnival Job DVD Commentary

Dream melodramatic ot3 declaration of feelings scenario (that I'm thinking well-nigh postal service-s5, but could certainly work for Redemption) is this:

This time it's Eliot who steps on the bomb.

They're only meant to be doing recon, and he virtually wants to laugh when he hears the click, a niggling past the boundary of their mark'due south sprawling land. Years of precautions and paranoia and he's nearly to become taken out by a fucking booby-trap similar an expendable character in i of Hardison'due south action movies.

Parker and Hardison are withal walking up ahead, and for a second he thinks nigh letting them go, letting them get clear of the danger zone and then merely lifting his foot. Only he swallows, watching them, lump rise fast in his throat—he hasn't been scared of death itself for a long, long fourth dimension, only the idea of never talking to them again, never looking at them again, never telling them—

Well. Information technology'due south unbearable.

Too that, while the placement of the device suggests it's the just one, he can't be sure, and likewise that, it doesn't take them long to observe he's no longer right backside them.

'You okay?' Hardison calls, and the look on Eliot's confront must be respond enough, considering they're both coming dorsum to him before he can choke out a alarm.

'So yeah,' he manages, when they're within a few anxiety of him. He holds himself very, very still, even equally his middle seems to hurl itself over and over at the walls of his chest. 'Looks like our guy went to the Udall school of habitation security.'

'Eliot,' Parker whispers, optics dropping to his anxiety. Her mouth sets into a firm line. 'How do we gear up this?'

'You lot tin't.'

'It's okay; we're gonna figure information technology out,' Hardison assures him.

'You lot should go out of hither,' Eliot says, through gritted teeth. There are no wires for Parker to pull this time, no clever estimator resets for Hardison to try.

'We're not doing that,' Hardison says immediately, dropping to a crouch to endeavour to go a better await at the barely-cached force per unit area plate, and Eliot wants to scream.

'You demand—I'm serious, you both need to go as far away as possible. Nosotros don't know if this affair's on a timer or—'

'Then nosotros'd better effigy it out fast,' Parker says, squatting down next to Hardison.

Then they're talking to each other, the two of them, just he's not really processing what they're saying. Instead his pulse is thundering in his ears and he's thinking about the pie he'd planned on making later. How they'd have both picked at the raw pastry and he'd accept pretended to exist annoyed at them. How they'd have argued they had just as much say in how this pie came together, considering Eliot had dragged them out of the city to pick the berries particularly (had watched the two of them goof around—Parker smushing a ripe blackberry against Hardison's oral fissure then kissing the deep purple stains abroad, Hardison putting Parker up on his shoulders and so she could reach loftier into the hedgerows—and felt the odd mix of longing and deep contentment that is sunk into his bones past now, thrumming warm and sweet through his veins, settled forever into every atom).

It would've been skilful, that pie, and it would have been fifty-fifty better to watch them consume information technology, Parker with so much ice cream she'd get brain freeze, Hardison with that awful pulverisation mix custard, at their dinner tabular array in their home that they built together.

'I need to tell you something,' Eliot says.

'—makes sense that it'd be deactivated remotely,' Hardison is saying.

'I need to tell you something,' Eliot says, louder.

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I'm rewatching Leverage and it all the same cracks me upwardly when they act like Hardison is some gross unsexy nerd, meanwhile Aldis Hoge sitting there being the one of the hottest men on the planet

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