(Hair flip)
Tag: Leverage
I guess they’re fighting over who get to sit near Parker in the last gif. That, or Hardison started to close the door too fast.
#PORTRAIT OF THE BLOGGER HISSING TO HERSELF IN AGONY#eliot’s fucking reaction to this is so much#the little smile he can’t quite hide#the way he immediately braces himself to catch her and wraps an arm around her to support her but#CAREFULLY ONLY THE ONE#so he can’t be accused of ~really hugging her#THE WAY HE STANDS THERE ALMOST FROZEN AFTER SHE HAS WALKED AWAY#like pretending he’s all shocked and displeased with what just happened is going to convince ANYONE#like we don’t all see him duck his head to make it easier for parker to wrap her arm around his neck 30 seconds later#U R TERRIBLE AT THIS SPENCER. U R TERRIBLE AT PRETENDING TO BE ELIOT NOFEELINGS.#and fucking hardison who does exactly the opposite#immediately opens his arms to her for a hug with unconcealed delight#because he wants parker hugs all the time always even at this early date#alec ‘i’ll hug anybody. i’ll hug you. i’ll hug your dog. i’ll hug myself’ hardison and his beautiful beautiful soul#the way he keeps his arm wrapped around parker’s back even after the hug is over because he’s so happy to be allowed to#the way he instinctively rocks her side to side just a little bit even though it’s way too early#for him to know how soothing she canonically finds being held and moved in that specific way#I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING#I’M NOT LAYING ON THE FLOOR IN A HEAP YOU’RE LAYING ON THE FLOOR IN A HEAP!!!! (via gyzym)
These people you are with now… Would you leave any of them behind? Ever? ….
I thought so.
Oooh, prompts! I’d like “i got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot OH NO” AU for the Leverage OT3, please! (or like, anything that involves someone getting turned into an adorable cuddly creature, that’s the important part.)
Hardison figured his dog type would be the big chill kind, maybe, some kind of sheepdog who would go out on runs and have fun with Hardison and flop on his lap on the couch at night when Hardison wanted to play video games. Or maybe some kind of little terrier with plenty of energy who Hardison could chase around while waiting for his code to cycle.
Apparently Hardison’s dog type is “probably actually a wolf,” because he sees Fang’s cage and falls in love instantly.
“Oh, um,” says the girl who’s escorting him around the shelter, who introduced herself as Amy. “He’s a bit of a tough case.”
“I work from home,” says Hardison, staring at what must be the world’s grumpiest probably-a-wolf (maybe with some pit bull mixed in, on second glance). He looks miserable and he’s chewing on a rawhide. “And of course he’s a tough case, you named him Fang. Not even White Fang, just Fang. He deserves something a lot more noble than that. Caesar, maybe. Achilles. Spartan.” The dog’s tail thumps the ground once. “There, see? He likes it.”
“Maybe I can let you two get acquainted,” she says, a little dubious, but way more willing than before. “He doesn’t actually attack people, but he intimidates them, we think he was rescue at some point.”
Hardison crouches and sticks his hand through the bar until it’s a couple inches from the dog’s nose. After a few seconds of glaring, the dog lifts his head and deigns to nose Hardison’s hand. It’s definitely deigning. He has never met a dog who treated affection like it was doing the human a favor by accepting it. “There, see? He likes me.” He twists around to look at her when the dog actually licks his hand. “So what do we think? I’m liking Caesar. He’s definitely regal.”
“If you’re sure,” she says, but her face softens when Hardison stands up and the dog follows as far as he can in the enclosure when they walk down the hall.
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Zynn's Exodus 