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Eliot Spencer thinks he knows the rules of falling in love, and how to manage the feelings that threaten to become something more. The one thing he hasn’t bargained for is the cardinal rule of thieves: there’s no rule that can’t be broken.
The first time Parker and Hardison came over to Leon and Janes' farm for dinner, just them, is in February, out in the barn, all butternut squashes and winter berries and last season’s apples in an apple caramel pie, and Eliot can feel Leon and James watching them.
Watching him casually rub Hardison’s neck—he was up all night peering into the screen, ok, his shoulders are tight—or spinning Parker around in a little twirl because the old radio is on and has started playing a song she likes.
Later, cleaning up, they ask how long the three of them have been together. Parker says ten years, Hardison says 12, and Eliot points to the two of them — ”They’ve been together since 2011. Going strong. We’ve been working jobs as a team since ’08, and Parker took the lead in 2012 and in 2013 opened up twelve new crews internationally, I mean she’s a powerhouse. Hardison just started his international relief NGO, and I’m so proud of him, he’s really doing incredible work.”
Leon and James look at each other, but smooth whatever it is over quickly, thank them again for their help saving the farm.
Or: After the Great Train Job, Eliot has actual queer friends who help him verbalize his feelings.
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29 Sep 2021
A man has his limits of tolerance, and Eliot, Parker, and Hardison are trying Nate this morning. Things get a bit unhinged. (Or: There's no other way to say this: this fic contains a many thousands of words long Fully Choreographed Musical Number about Eliot being an unrepentant sub, and somehow this is also a character(s) study with deep feelings thereby taking the crack treated seriously tag to a whole new level of wtf-ery.)