Leverage Fan Fic: "The Golden Bridle Job" 1/1
Title: The Golden Bridle Job
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Hardison/Parker+Eliot
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 288
Rating: K+
Summary: Parker swears there’s a unicorn.
Warnings: My first time writing this fandom?
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned this…well, I haven’t even seen the final season yet.
Prompt: daria234 Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot or gen, let's go steal a unicorn
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Parker fixed them both with narrowed eyes and pointed fingers. “We’re doing this.”
“Um,” Hardison said, “Parker, you know that unicorns don’t exist?”
“They do exist!” she cried. “I’ve seen one.”
Eliot folded his arms. “Parker. There are no such things as unicorns.”
She huffed, hard enough to make her bangs fly up. “They do exist. I saw one.”
The two men exchanged a look and Parker stepped between them, slugging them both with hard little fists. “Ow!” Hardison yelped, “baby, what’s that for?”
“You not believing me!” She glared at him, then switched that look to Eliot.
He shrugged. “Okay, so you’ve seen a unicorn…does that mean you’re still a virgin? Because I’m not, like, really way past it, and I probably won’t see - ow! Damn it, Parker!”
She drew her fist back, as if considering whether to punch him again. “You don’t have to be a virgin to see a unicorn.”
“Phew,” Hardison said, not quite under his breath. Eliot snorted. Loudly. “What?”
“Well, if anyone out of the three of us is a virgin,” Eliot said, raising his eyebrows pointedly.
“Ooo!” Parker stomped her feet. “I’m going to just go without you! That poor little unicorn, they’re really mistreating him.” Muttering under her breath, she grabbed a jacket, slinging it on. “You two can just…just…wait here! Nonbelievers!” she shouted.
Eliot screwed up his face as Parker hopped up, resting her chest over the bar, and grabbed her bag from out behind it. “You don’t think,” he gestured at her ass.
Hardison shrugged. “I ain’t takin’ any chances.” Getting to his feet, he called, “I’m right behind you, Parker.” Pointing at Eliot, he asked, “You in?”
Eliot tossed back his hair. “Yeah, fine let’s go steal us a damned unicorn.”
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Note: I was thinking of Lancelot, the goat-icorn, when I was writing this story.
Fandom: Leverage
Characters/Pairings: Hardison/Parker+Eliot
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 288
Rating: K+
Summary: Parker swears there’s a unicorn.
Warnings: My first time writing this fandom?
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned this…well, I haven’t even seen the final season yet.
Prompt: daria234 Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot or gen, let's go steal a unicorn
X X X
Parker fixed them both with narrowed eyes and pointed fingers. “We’re doing this.”
“Um,” Hardison said, “Parker, you know that unicorns don’t exist?”
“They do exist!” she cried. “I’ve seen one.”
Eliot folded his arms. “Parker. There are no such things as unicorns.”
She huffed, hard enough to make her bangs fly up. “They do exist. I saw one.”
The two men exchanged a look and Parker stepped between them, slugging them both with hard little fists. “Ow!” Hardison yelped, “baby, what’s that for?”
“You not believing me!” She glared at him, then switched that look to Eliot.
He shrugged. “Okay, so you’ve seen a unicorn…does that mean you’re still a virgin? Because I’m not, like, really way past it, and I probably won’t see - ow! Damn it, Parker!”
She drew her fist back, as if considering whether to punch him again. “You don’t have to be a virgin to see a unicorn.”
“Phew,” Hardison said, not quite under his breath. Eliot snorted. Loudly. “What?”
“Well, if anyone out of the three of us is a virgin,” Eliot said, raising his eyebrows pointedly.
“Ooo!” Parker stomped her feet. “I’m going to just go without you! That poor little unicorn, they’re really mistreating him.” Muttering under her breath, she grabbed a jacket, slinging it on. “You two can just…just…wait here! Nonbelievers!” she shouted.
Eliot screwed up his face as Parker hopped up, resting her chest over the bar, and grabbed her bag from out behind it. “You don’t think,” he gestured at her ass.
Hardison shrugged. “I ain’t takin’ any chances.” Getting to his feet, he called, “I’m right behind you, Parker.” Pointing at Eliot, he asked, “You in?”
Eliot tossed back his hair. “Yeah, fine let’s go steal us a damned unicorn.”
X X X
Note: I was thinking of Lancelot, the goat-icorn, when I was writing this story.