If you actually like Nathan Ford, please reblog this post!
Sorry, I just learned that apparently the entire Leverage fandom doesn’t like/hates him and believes that the show should be all about dat OT3 and I’m just… I don’t understand it. I honestly don’t understand how people could be so blind to his contributions and character development. And for goodness sake, he’s the dad of that OT3 you ship so much!
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. Her name was Parker and she was a daughter of an art collector Archie Leech . They lived happily in their spacious house, surrounded by paintings of famed artists and various artifacts, brought home from their travels. One late summer Archie came back from his trip with a woman, who he soon later married, and her two daughters. The woman was cold and many times young Parker wondered why her father would be drawn to her.
After a couple of years, Archie fell ill and no doctor in the land could save him. Medication and nursing consumed the bulk of their resources so after his death, the family was in serious debt. Parker’s step-mother didn’t pretend to hide her disappointment and decided that Parker should shoulder the consequences of her fathers demise. From now on, Parker was to take the position of their maid - only fitting, when they couldn’t afford one anymore - and look after the estate. Parker didn’t have a choice but to accept the burden and the accompanying abuse from her step-family.
Meanwhile, the kingdom was in need of an heir to the throne - that was what King Nate heard too often from his advisers. He himself didn’t particularly agree - he wasn’t that old and his son Alec would make an excellent king one day. Alec’s grandmother sympathized but well understood the political situation her grandson would soon end up in so together, they nudged the Prince gently to look for a potential candidate.
For his part, Alec was ambivalent - he could fall in love with someone, surely, but the crucial part of making an heir held no appeal. He
went along with the search for a wife and wondered how he would do it.
Lurking in the background and often in the shadow, was Prince Alec’s loyal bodyguard, Eliot. Spending days and nights by the Prince’s side, he hid his feelings well. Even the Prince himself wasn’t aware of how deep Eliot’s love was, for the bodyguard would never risk being dismissed from his post for inappropriate desires.
Soon, they all would realize that what they needed all along was help from Sophie the Fairy Godmother, or as King Nate liked to call her, the Fairy Meddler.
Imagine the Leverage team comforting you over the loss of a friend
A leverage imagine that takes place during the future job (2x13)where the psychic guy upsets the reader by talking about her fri no who died and said its her fault because she wasn’t there- when they say it’s not her fault she says it is and explains what happened ~ANON
Racing into Nate’s Boston apartment, throwing the door open behind you and leaving it open, you ran straight toward the couch, collapsing immediately. The two followed in after you, rounding the corners sheepishly, curiosity edging them towards you.
“Y/n?” Parker said, the first to speak up, plopping down by your feet on the couch. You could feel Hardison hovering by your head, bound by pillows. You groaned in response, hoping they would move away.
“Ignore him. He’s just a conman.” Nate said, dropping himself into an adjacent chair, his elbows propped up against his knees.
“Yeah, ’I can read your mind’,” Alec mocked, “More like ’I can steal your money.”
You poked out, “B-but, he was right.”
“Y/n,” Sophie leaned over the couch, her calm accent gliding like sweet honey over your ragged nerves, “He’s just a con man. It was all a con. I’ve done it hundreds of times, it’s nothing difficult, just reading the mark.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, tears forming in your eyes, “I know that. I mean, I probably could figure it out, b-but… He was just so right. I-it was all my fault.”
Eliot leaned over the couch by your side, “Y/n, I promise you it wasn’t your fault, darling.”
You frowned, “You guys don’t know the story. I-I wasn’t there when my best friend had needed me the most. I-” A quiet sob caught in your throat, catching the words, and you shook your head.
“Go on,” Nate started, “We’re listening. You can tell us.”
You paused, looking at the faces of all the other team members. You gulped, nodding, before continuing with tears in your eyes, “I should have been there…”