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dcvmpbell · 5 years

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aeryn holstrom, 22, artist —

norwegian fairy studying art in brighton / a little strange in what she hopes is the best way possible / raised in a family of very beautiful, volturi-like norwegians that all have that thor energy / whimsical, optimistic, lives with her head somewhere in the clouds / definitely needs a reality check because life isn’t sunshine and daisies, not even if you paint it to be / think luna lovegood, and she’s just as convinced that magic is real / easily written off for being too immature and childish / has kept a pen pal for most of her life that she’s most definitely in love with but they’ve never met so it’s almost like he’s not even real / paints and sketches and tried pottery a few time but her “vases” were just clumps of ugly / doesn’t care so much if you like her or dislike her, either way she’s gonna be authentic to herself

nathan ford, 21, student athlete —

only call him nathan if you’re new here and don’t know to call him ford / seemingly easy-going and chill because he doesn’t take a lot super seriously and usually stays out of the way / content being a “wallflower” / puts his heart and soul into playing exy (a fictional sport that’s a cross between lacrosse and field hockey) and is the captain of his team / unfortunately on the field he’s a fucking beast and sees red too quickly / he’s got a lot of problems with his anger because it’s explosive and unpredictable and he won’t get help for it because he’s too proud and simultaneously too ashamed to admit it’s an actual problem / doesn’t date much because it’s not fair to date someone half-assed / bisexual but not doing a damn thing about it or the feelings that he has for his teammate / seriously only call him ford

needs —

friends for either of them / teammates for nathan — i can better explain the sport maybe if you’re interested but it’s not totally important, what matters is the team vibe, y’know? / someone that’s interested in ford but he hasn’t got a clue because he’s oblivious to it and also heart feels for someone else / a boy that aeryn dates on and off and it would maybe go somewhere if either of them ever gave it the chance, but she’s always had a piece of her heart tucked away in all of the letters she writes to her pen pal / please let ford mcfuckin lose it

#lastcallrp #ch: aeryn holstrom #ch: nathan ford #my 'last' two babies

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blaineandsamevanderson · 6 years

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Title: The Full Moon Job Ch.2

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf/Leverage

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Scott McCall/Malia Tate Isaac Lahey/Danny Mahealani Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Rating: PG

Summary: An alternate version of Teen Wolf Season 6. Wet after the pack pretends to leave Beacon Hills, but after that, all timelines are chucked, characters are brought back and fun is had

Link to fic: AO3

To he honest, the back of a closed veterinary clinic wasn’t even on Alec’s Top 10 List of Weird Places to Run A Con From. They didn’t even have to break in (which disappointed Parker) and he could admit his heart lurched when the back door was opened by a somber faced man in a tan sheriff’s uniform.

Nate of course didn’t miss a beat, pulling an obnoxious persona out of thin air. “You’re not Clancy!” He barked, wagging a finger at the sheriff. “Where is that no good son of a pickle? I swear, if he gave me drunk directions again...Cookie! Cookie, didn’t I say he sounded drunk?”

“Oh yeah!” Sophie continued, soft voice gone nasal and sharp. “Lemme call him, maybe he’s sobered up by now….”

The sheriff held up a hand to cut her off. “Very believable, but I know who you are, Mr. Ford. Come in.”

Huh.

That was not at all expected, but the man wasn’t giving off any of the classic ‘Gonna do some arresting tonight’ vibes. His hand wasn’t on his gun and though he had clearly pegged Eliot as the most physically threatening he wasn’t posturing.

The next surprise came when they actually entered the animal clinic and found it packed with teenagers - exhausted looking teenagers - and a handful of adults. Around the room, Alec could see soda cans, pizza boxes and sleeping bags, clear signs that this was being used as a makeshift shelter.

What the hell was happening here?

“Peter,” Nate said, addressing a man of about Eliot’s age with a goatee and lean, handsome features. “You mentioned something about a self styled fascist flooding your town with guns and trying to murder children.”

“Nate,” the man, Peter, replied. “I did and there is indeed a genocidal geriatric running around. Rumors put you running a team of Robin Hoods...I thought there’s be more of you after hearing about San Lorenzo.”

“We’re more than capable as is,” Sophie said with one of her charming, reassuring smiles.

“Spencer.”

The name was spoken by a slim, bearded man in a leather jacket and Alce was shocked to see that Eliot didn’t look annoyed.

“Argent,” Eliot replied, taking a few steps forward and exchanging one of those forearm gripping warrior handshakes with the other man. “What’s happening that you can’t handle?”

Okay, so Eliot respected this guy. Which meant the situation was probably even more dire than anticipated.

Argent sighed. “My father is organizing Hunters who don’t follow the code in an attempt to wipe out every supernatural being in Beacon Hills. He’s arming civilians, feeding their fear and innocents have already died.”

“Also there’s an ancient shapeshifter called and Anuk-Ite running around that enhances fear and hate and breeds violence because that’s its idea of a Country Kitchen Buffet,” a pale, dark haired young man added, making Argent grimace and incline his head in agreement.

Before they could continue, Alec held up a finger. “I’m sorry, Supernatural beings? Hunters? Shape shifters? Are Sam and Dean gonna pop out of the closet next...and that wasn’t a double entendre though Dean and Castile do give me reason to think maybe...Nevermind.”

“That show has a lot of inaccuracies,” a grumpy looking man who could play Superman on a CW show (if he ever was introduced to a razor) muttered.

“Really? That’s the problem you have with...What the hell?!”

Around the room, eyes began to glow, golds, blue and crimson.

“Look, we don’t really have time to ease you into the whole Werewolves exist thing ns for that I’m sorry,” a young Latino with a kind face and those red eyes said. His eyes returned to a warm brown as he continued, “We’re real, we’re in danger and we could use your help.”

Parker jabbed a ginger into Eliot’s ribs. “You knew!” She accused, not sounding nearly freaked out enough.

Actually, Nate and Sophie were taking things in stride too and Eliot merely nodded. “I knew.”

“Right!” Nate said, calling everyone’s attention. “I’m going to need a full briefing on the situation, also names and abilities as I assume most of you won’t sit on the sidelines while we’re working.”

“Scott McCall, I’m an Alpha,” said the handsome Latino kid.

The pretty redhead spoke next. “Lydia Martin, Banshee.”

“Stiles Stilinski, human,” said the fast talker and Hardison glanced at the name badge the Sheriff wore. His kid clearly.

“I’m a werecoyote. Name’s Malia,” a leggy brunette said from where she was glaring at a burly boy.

“Kira Yukimura. Kitsune,” the beautiful Japanese girl in Marvel leggings told them.

The rest of the introductions were just as fast.

“Isaac, werewolf.” The tall blond guy beside “Danny Mahealani, human.”

“Liam Dunbar, werewolf.” Small, younger guy in need of s haircut. Burly was standing near him. “Theo, chimera.”

“I’m Mason, human, and he’s Corey, a chameleon chimera.” A young brother holding a book and the nervous looking kid huddled close to him.

Look up rich douchebag in the dictionary and you’d find, “Jackson, werewolf kanima.”

“Ethan, werewolf.” Another Abercrombie looking guy.

Furry Superman was, “Derek, werewolf.”

“Peter Hale,werewolf.” Nate’s acquaintance.

Eliot’s buddy was, “Chris Argent.”

“Melissa McCall.” Clearly Scott’s mom...and also very hot.

“Sheriff Noah Stilinski.” The sheriff.

“Deputy Jordan Parrish, hellhound.” Yet another model looking guy.

What was in the water?

“Okay, I’m Nate, this is Sophie, Eliot, Hardison and Parker. Let’s go steal us a town’s sanity.”

TBC....

#Leverage #Teen Wolf #fic

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