#agent sunshine

[ejunkiet]

i’m back with receipts about why M is so focused on living in the moment, because not only do they not have a past, they also don’t have a future.

yes, I’m talking about what we learn about the crystal and the physical toll M’s pheromones takes on them personally, as well as others around them.

spoilers for book three below the cut-

first theory. the pheromones affect M much the same way they affect the detective. physical pain, as if their head is splitting open, when their pheromones surge - something that they cannot control, although the effects can be tempered by the use of the crystal.

but not stopped from happening completely.

second. the crystal is a fallible method that may not work forever. and M is afraid of that. They’re fiercely protective of the crystal, reluctant to hand it over to someone new - and this is not just because of the pain relief it can provide, but because it is literally the only thing stopping them from destroying themselves and everyone around them

so really, what does that leave them with? A past so painful they asked for the Agency to remove their memories, and an uncertain future based on what happened to them when they were turned?

it’s no wonder they’re so heavily focused on the present and enjoying the moment, there is very little opportunity for them to focus on the future.

[longlive-verona]

simon and cj are my roman empire

[onlydrawnbad]

It's 2024 and I am going to die mad about them killing Simon Donovan, Special Agent Sunshine, off when he and CJ finally got together.

it's 2019 and I'm still upset that agent Donovan was killed off after only 4 episodes, right after he and CJ finally got together

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

Don't even pretend world peace isn't possible

[wigglebox]

Agent…

[the-siren-queens-lover]

Hey yall think Neil's FBI agents watched the final game against the Ravens??

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Coroika lmao

Draw your squad like this

[murasaki-cha]

Loid is a real one because I too would fall to my knees if Yor greeted me like that every time I came home

Ok but in all seriousness, can we appreciate how freaking impactful this scene is. Loid is a spy that always has his vigilance up, never showing any signs of weakness or exhaustion since that could put him in potential danger.

Yet the moment he went home and saw Yor he relaxed. He subconsciously made himself vulnerable in front of her, one of the biggest no no-s of his job. He lets himself relax with Yor and Anya and we've always known this but this moment was an eye opener for Loid. So he can see how much he trusts them and feels safe with them to the point his body relaxed as a conditional reflex.

This is so important to me you have no idea!!

[izurathespookyskeleton]

Screaming crying thinking of that trope of human-weapon learning how to be a regular person but with Stobotnik.

Like I love those first meeting fics but can u imagine it with Stone being this total super weapon at first that only knows how to follow super serious orders and be a good lil soldier.

Just for his new boss to be this goofy brilliant man that has funky 80s music blasting in his lab while he dances like LMAO GOD THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY. So basically Stone learns he’s a damn dork himself and they get to be silly together in their lil lab can you hear me sobbing.

[marvellover264]

Quotes that make my heart flutter “Philinda” 🤍

- My Loves x

[ejunkiet]

strawberry mentos

for @sunshineandviolets from your @wayhavenficexchange giftee!

Set in book 3, spinning off of the wonderful backstory of Karthik having a young daughter named Meera - and who am I to resist writing about UB and children??

the wayhaven chronicles: detective karthik achari/mason

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strawberry mentos

“Do you like kids?”

Mason’s lip curls at the question before he hesitates, flicking his eyes over to catch the dark depths of Karthik’s gaze. He’s leaning against the opposite counter in the warehouse kitchen, his eyes on him steady, unwavering, and seemingly without judgement.

He shrugs, as if to say it was just a question. And it is just a question.

But it isn’t just anyone asking.

Mason’s fingers twitch at his side in an aborted movement, reaching for a pack of cigarettes that have long since been emptied.

How long has it been since he’d wanted a smoke?

With the purification of his crystal, it’s been easier to go without it, easier to just enjoy the beneficial effects of the detective’s company, Karthik’s impossible ability to ease the burden of his heightened senses, tame the neverending roar of their everyday into a dull murmur.

Something to do with the blood, Mason thinks, his eyes flicking away and down, down the golden slope of the other man’s neck, until he can see the flutter of his pulse. The curl of his dark hair threatens to obscure it, but Mason doesn’t need his enhanced senses to hear Karthik’s heartbeat, to track his movements from across the room.

From across the goddamn compound some days, and it’d piss him off more, if it wasn’t such a relief.

He blinks at the thought, before his lip curls again. Fuck, he needs a smoke.

“Kids don’t like me,” is what he says in response, as the other man was still waiting. Watching him, the chocolate of his iris deep enough to swallow the edges of his pupil, patient and so fucking unreadable. He lets out a scoff. “Meera didn’t, anyway.”

That seems to break Karthik out of whatever funk he was in, his brow furrowing, a frown twisting his lips. “What makes you say that?”

Mason glances back up to catch his gaze again, giving him a flat look. “I have a pretty good read on people. She wouldn’t make eye contact, wouldn’t cross the room, and flinched whenever I made a move. Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out.”

Karthik’s frown deepens, before he glances away, breaking eye contact. He shifts on his feet, and his demeanour changes, his scent changes. Anxiety, worry. For his kid?

Shit.

“I didn’t mean to scare her,” He says, and means it. He doesn’t know why he needs Karthik to know that, to believe it, but he does. Mason really hadn’t tried anything with the kid. He’d just walked into the room, and that had been it. Kids really didn’t like him. “I’ll keep my distance in future, I promise.”

“No, it’s- it’s not that.” Karthik takes a breath, slow and steadying, shifting against the counter top. He’s got the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing the broad line of his forearms and the dark lines of hair that cross it, the muscles flexing under his grip. “She’s not - scared of you. She’s just - not good at things like that. Meeting new people.”

Mason releases a soft snort. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it for me, handsome”

Karthik’s dark eyes rise to meet his. “I’m not. She’s - a lot like you, actually. The whole world, it’s - it’s hard on her. Everything is just, too much, all at once.” He pauses again, thinking for a long moment. “It could help her, actually, talking to you.”

Help her? Talking to him? He wants to scoff again, but Karthik’s eyes on his are wide and honest, his belief in the statement clear in his gaze. Mason bites his lip, before blurting in disbelief, “You mean that.”

“I do.” The unease in Karthik’s posture has faded, a smile tugging at his lips. “And I think if you two tried again, you’d get along really well.”

Mason thinks on that for a long moment. Karthik wouldn’t have offered it if he wasn’t serious. There wasn’t a dishonest bone in his body, the man wearing his heart on his sleeve, as much as it frustrated Mason sometimes to see it.

There wasn’t a subtle bone there either, Karthik’s eyes on him bright and hopeful, almost expectant, and shit.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

Karthik’s smile widens until his eyes crease with it, and he nods, the movement sending the dark strands of his hair dancing across his forehead. “It does.”

And of course it would. This was his kid. Nothing meant more to this man than his Meera. It had been her name he’d whispered in Mason’s arms after Murphy’s attack, his blood staining the dirty floor of the warehouse they’d found in him, his strength failing, his dark eyes wide and desperate and focused on Mason. Tell her I love her. That I will always love her. And - keep her safe.

Christ, Mason was going to do this, wasn’t he?

Mason lets out a low groan, and Karthik - healthy and whole and beautiful - knows he’s won, his grin widening until his dimples are visible, crinkling his cheeks, and god dammit.

“Alright, fine. We’ll try it.” Karthik lets out a sound that could almost be a whoop, and Mason tilts his head back, letting out a louder, more exasperated groan. “No promises that this will work, though. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Karthik laughs, shifting forward to close the distance between them, finally, his palm wide and warm and so right as he cups the side of Mason’s neck, before leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss is chaste, sweet. Karthik’s lips are soft and warm, and all Mason feels is the heat of it, the intimacy of having him so close, his breath a soft rush against his face as Karthik draws back and runs the worn pad of his thumb along the curve of his cheek.

“Thank you, sunshine.”

Mason scoffs at the nickname, or at least he tries to, but he’s smiling, he can feel the tug of it at the corners of his mouth, despite himself. “You’ll have to make it up to me, handsome.”

Karthik matches his smile. “Oh, I can think of a few ways…”

[sunshin3babeart]

He means EVERYTHING to me. 😭😭😭 Completely and totally the Apple of my Eye.

Art Fight for attack for @meezimoo !!!! The Legend is so cool and was so fun to draw!! ❤️❤️❤️

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

The FBI warned Neil he had to even order coffee under his own name so he helpfully keeps the label facing towards them

[exy-conspiracies]

sooo...update on the whole... Josten Moreau thing at my uncle's restaurant

Basically the three of them spent some time talking a bit too loudly for something that sounded like pretty sensitive information

All I got from the conversation though was that someone (female) died and they were working out some kind of cover story to tell the cops (now I'm definitely smelling murder)

Moreau looked hella shaken up the whole time though, and he was screaming crying about some ten year old girl? shortly after the brit just up and left

Now I have no idea what any of this means but I think somehow Josten was involved because he kept trying to quiet him down and then the fucking FBI show up?????? Josten keeps trying to stall but then they shove them both into a car and drive off

My theory is that Josten killed someone (not surprising) maybe the little girl???? and somehow he got poor Moreau involved. I feel so bad for him, hope he's not too tangled up in the shitstorm that is Neil Josten

Anyway, that was a WILD shift and I NEED to see it all come out soon because genuinely what the fuck did I actually just witness

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[noridal]

I will never get tired of thinking about Florida. Dude has had 15 mins of screen time max in 21 years but sure made it count.

The craziest part is that everything is in character for him because he's just a wild card and the only thing you can be sure about is that you can't figure out what's going on in his head.

[staiyn]

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