Lieblingsdings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73386871/chapters/191299686#SaveStargate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73386871

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: John Sheppard Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort

My Leverage fanfic Hired Help is now complete. ☺️

Fandom: Leverage

2 Old Injury: "Downtime"

4 Blood Stains: "Blood Stains"

7 Forced to hurt another / 8 Hunger / 20 Hunted: "The First Cut"

12 Bodyguard: "Bodyguard"

17 Fingers in the Wound: "Digging Deep"

21 Flashbacks: "Bare Necessities"

For Issue No 49 of @whumpers-monthly

Fandom: Leverage, Whumpee: Eliot Spencer

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Eliot made it into the bathroom and began the painful process of undressing. His clothes reeked of sweat and blood, and he longed for a shower.

But first, he needed to check his back and patch himself up. If he didn’t run out of steam before he was done, he might still manage a quick rinse.

When Eliot finally managed to shimmy the shirts away from the nasty gashes and lacerations covering his back and shoulders - courtesy of being dragged over a dirt road - he felt lightheaded, and cold sweat had started forming on his forehead.

Oh shit.

He let himself slide to the floor and sat motionless, head spinning, wounds throbbing and too miserable to do anything about it.

For the last ten-ish years, he’d holed up alone when he was hurt and vulnerable, because anything else wasn’t safe. Old habits died hard. “Believe me, Nate. That’s more than sufficient. I’ll be fine. I’ve managed with a lot less…” 

The team knew they were being followed from the start, and before long it became painfully clear that they couldn’t outrun their pursuers. The men behind them were fit, well-fed and healthy. Eliot, Dex, and Bob were anything but.

Hardison stared at his blood-coated hand, his eyes following the crimson drops down to Eliot’s soaked jeans and to the puddle slowly seeping into the forest floor.

“You have to dig it out,” Eliot told him bluntly.

Hardison’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell no.”

“No choice. We have to get outta here, and I can’t run” - Eliot gestured to his leg - “with that thing in there.”

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Parker’s slightly unhinged Valentine’s Day gift

There's something wrong with you! (A Leverage Fanfic)

When a con goes sideways, Eliot takes two bullets meant for Sophie.

It was a no-brainer. They needed food, and if he could provide it, he would willingly pay the price.