#of spies and sunshine

[ofspiesandsunshine]

The paralytic was slow-acting but Nick could feel it working. The feeling in his lower extremities went first. It was one thing to see his legs, to know that they were there but it was disconcerting not being able to move them without outside influences. Mace and her merry band of idiots had left mere moments before, the promise of his impending abduction before being tossed into a black site still ringing in his ears. He knew he had to act fast but that was clearly impossible with that damn snake venom sinking its fangs into his veins. A short burst of vibration from his back pocket alerted him that his phone was still on his person. Anger burned through him at not being able to use it. His hands twitched in vain as he tried to move them but he had no such luck. So there he sat, alone in his condo, waiting for that supposed low dose of poison to reach his heart. He knew regardless of who was coming to take him away, the reality was that he would be long dead before anyone could do anything about it.

The loud bang of someone kicking a door in startled him, but his body remained in a state of forced calm. He could only blink in confusion when a single man in tac gear and a mask slowly checked the living room with a silenced gun in his hand. He tried to speak but only the gurgling in his throat could be heard. He could only watch as the man then raced toward him before feeling around his thighs. He looked on in horror as the man dropped his gun only to replace it with a handheld device with a thick needle attached. Without any warning, he felt the sharp point pierce its way into his right thigh. He breathed out shallowly in relief as some kind of cool fluid was released into the thick muscle. The movement in his hands came back first before what he knew now was the antidote froze out any and all traces of the venom in his system. Groaning, he keeled over into the mysterious intruder’s embrace. It was then that he registered words being whispered into his ear.

“You’re alright, sunshine. I’ve got you.”

Nick stiffened slightly, he knew that voice. He also knew that only one person dared to call him by that stupid little nickname. “Lloyd?”

“You back with me, sugar?”

Pulling back to look at the man he hadn’t seen in weeks, confusion marred his features. “What are you doing here?”

“You really think I was going to leave you here to be whisked away to fuckin’ Timbuctoo or some shit?” Lloyd bit out. 

“How did you even—

“Know?” Lloyd asked, cutting him off. “Baby, I’ve been bugging your apartments since the last time you left me.”

Nick’s eyes narrowed at the pet name, he was no one’s baby. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, so you keep reminding me sunshine. You could be though, my baby that is, if you stopped fuckin’ around with that bitch and let a real man like me take care of you.”

A laugh bubbled out of his throat at that. Lloyd was a piece of work but for some reason, he just kept crawling back to him. Perhaps it was the third leg the man had hidden in his tac pants.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing.” Lloyd rolled his eyes. “I warned you about Mace and yet you went after her like a damn fool. She threw me under the bus one time and I kicked her ass to the curb. Haven’t looked back since.”

“I guess this is your way of saying ‘I told you so’?” Nick asked as he flexed his hands before bracing himself against Lloyd to try and stand.

“Of course not, sunshine. Just that we should never share exes again and you should probably kill her on site the next time you see her. Whatever you two had was toxic anyway.”

“So now you’re going to try and convince me that we should also be on again,” he said trailing his freshly moveable hand up Lloyd’s chest.

“I thought that was obvious, baby. This on again off again shit is for losers!”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he looked up at Lloyd through his lashes before mumbling against the crazy man’s lips. “I may have missed you a little…”

Part 2 [coming soon]

[blackwood4stucky]

of spies and sunshine | aspen blackwood

lloyd hansen x nick fowler | gray man x 355 fusion au

As Nick awaits his fate, a supposed stranger makes their move.

read here: part 1 | part 2 [coming soon]

bingo content: part 1

mini playlists: part 1

Will bring this mini series onto my ao3 and sqwa upon completion!

[blackwood4stucky]

Let's see if this event can inspire me for of spies and sunshine part 2!

Hey there!

I’d like to try for “Hey Sunshine.”

hello! thank you for sending an ask—the prompt is all yours! 🤍

[tallmadgeandtea]

Hi! SS&SP Chapter 11 is finally finished! With a shit ton of editing and little time to do it, of course, but here’s a snippet from a fun future scene where Lizzie and the boys get into shooting shenanigans, and Benjamin… well… you’ll see:

“You should demonstrate your special move, Bennyboy.” Caleb Brewster said, his mouth curled in a sly grin. He moved the pistol between his hands as if it were a plaything, wooden and ineffective, the bullet a ball tied to a string.

Elizabeth redirected her attention back to Benjamin. “Oh?”

He glanced downward, “I don’t think that’s necessary, Caleb. Would be a waste of bullets.”

“What are you referring to, Mr. Brewster-”

“Eh, Lizzie, what did I say?”

“Caleb.”

“I once saw him shoot a man while flying on his horse like a devil outta hell.” Caleb replied. “Quite a sight to see if you ask me.”

“She didn’t,” Benjamin said curtly.

The rest of the group’s interest piqued, the conversation lulled, nonverbal deliberation hanging in the air with the gunsmoke. “I agree with Brewster,” Hamilton, of course, with an eerily similar scheming grin— a gunner’s grin. “I haven’t seen a good cavalryman perform since my last raid with Harry Lee.”

Benjamin scoffed, a low, warning laugh. “I’m not performing, Hamilton.”

“Let him go.” Tilghman looked over his shoulder, past the tree line and towards Headquarters. Were the sentries watching, or was she seeing things? He shook his head, smiling gently at Elizabeth. “His Excellency doesn’t want any shooting that isn’t drills, let alone a pistol from horseback.”

“You’re wrong about that, Captain,” Caleb clicked his tongue, “we’ve been at it for an hour and he still ain’t sent one of those men to come and scold us.”

Tilghman bristled at the casual rebuttal. “Don’t push your luck.”

“It’s my speciality.”

“I will push mine,” Lafayette finally entered the petty argument, “His Excellency listens to any explanation I offer. Is that not the case, gentlemen?”

“Always is!”

She ignored the rising argument over Washington’s favoritism. She looked back at Headquarters. Was he watching? Standing at his office window with his hands behind his back, distracting the others from copying orders? Would he bring it up at dinner?

If they let me stay, I’ll defend them. If worse came to worst, she’d show Washington her shot. And she’d tell him Benjamin was the reason why. She still felt his strong hands on her arm, perfecting her stance, the way he whispered in her ear, the way she turned around and her chin almost grazed his shoulder, the way he smiled when they saw the bullseye.

The bullseye wasn’t on the target, though.

“Major Tallmadge?”

“Miss?” Benjamin’s voice struck down the argument.

“Will you do it for me?”

He considered it- he considered her, searching her expression in the lull between speaking, she tilted her head to the side, giving him a soft, inviting smile. Clever girl, Elizabeth. She tried convincing herself it was wrong to use what she learned in Philadelphia on him.

Useless.

“…If you really want me to, Miss Walker.”

Elizabeth and Caleb exchanged the weapon. She held the pistol. Was the handle still warm? Still pulsing with their shared energy? “I do.”

Benjamin nodded, resigned. “Just a moment.”

He took the pistol from her and tucked it into his belt. He left the group, grabbing his helmet and cradling it on his side. He disappeared from the clearing and transformed into a silhouette until he reached Headquarters.

Caleb inhaled sharply through his teeth, shaking his head. He folded his arms. “He just can’t say no to you, Lizzie.”

Lafayette and the aides raised their eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. Elizabeth caught Tilghman’s expression change— changed to his curious, almost apprehensive look from earlier. Take a step back, Ben, he’d said. She hadn’t notice they were practically- she couldn’t call it an embrace. Yet there was no other word she could use.

Even though he technically outranked him, Benjamin had listened to the order.

[jtownraindancer]

Ace's TURИ for Burn Rewatch: Against Thy Neighbor

[elitehoe]

From me:

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BTE MONDAY!! Right back at ya!

[hausblackwood]

check out what I was listening to as I wrote this piece of flash fiction!

trapped under you x american dream machine

monster x paramore

you (and my addiction) x the faim

[elizabeth--reads]

Quick Review: The Blonde Identity by Ally Carter

Tropes *grumpy + sunshine Pros: *humorous situations and banter between characters *lots of action makes for binge-worthy reading Cons *over too soon Spice Level *Fade-to-black (unfortunately) Will I read any sequels? *Yes

[sageandravens]

Patience

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

Warnings: none! Fluff?

A/N:: This is my very first fic ever, please be nice. I’m fighting off anxiety and insomnia. So this is my attempt to make my brain tired. I also have work in 4 hours. 😭

Word count: 1784

Summary: Bucky notices that something is wrong with his sunshine. He makes it better.

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You groaned as your alarm went off, you were tempted to slam your hand on the snooze button to give yourself just ten more minutes of blissful slumber, or even to call out of work saying that you were unwell. You groaned once again, reminding yourself that you were never one to call out sick or not. Unease began to fill your mind as you stared at your ceiling. The thought of walking into work today with your usual sunshine personality and bright smile seemed like it was going to be a chore today. You sighed, heaving yourself out of bed and straight to your bathroom where you prepared yourself for the day.

“Please be a good day…” you whispered to yourself as you walked through your bedroom door.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as they followed you through the compound’s kitchen. Taking in every movement of your body as you moved around gathering everything you needed for your morning coffee that Bucky liked to refer to as your ‘cup of diabetes.’

Your good morning to him as you entered seemed off to him, your tone was bright but didn’t really carry that enthusiasm it usually did. Your personality was something that took Bucky a while to get used to, something that was completely opposite of his own. He was cold, rough around the edges, and quiet with a seemingly permanent frown etched onto his face. To him, you were a walking ball of sunshine, all warmth and softness with the ability to out-talk Stark. You were an enigma to him, a highly trained agent with a personality that depicted sunshine and rainbows. Bucky continued to watch as you continued to make your overly sweet coffee concoction, wincing at the sound of whipped cream being dispensed.

At the compound you and Bucky have become quite the unlikely pair. You two always found yourselves next to each other whether it was just being in each other's company while you read and he watched a TV series or movie that Sam had recommended to him. Or, both of you were in the kitchen making dinner while you held a one sided conversation with him, answering his grunts and nods with full blown sentences with enough enthusiasm for the both of them. He knew your body language better than you knew your own, so when he spied your slightly hunched shoulders and head tilted just slightly he knew that something was wrong.

And he was going to find out.

He was going to bring his sunshine back to her full brightness.

Bucky straightened in his seat as he placed his own mug of black coffee on the counter and leveled his stare on your face. You could feel the heat of his stare on you as you continued to add caramel syrup to your iced coffee. You tried to ignore his stare, just wanting to continue on with your day, but you knew he would just stare until you talked to him.

“Is there something you need, Buck?” You gave him a smile that was hopefully convincing.

“Something’s wrong with you.” He stated.

“There’s nothing wrong with the amount of sugar in my coffee.” You deflected. You took a healthy sip of your iced coffee, humming at the satisfying sweetness.

“I’m not talking about your diabetes in a cup, sweets.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“There’s nothing wrong, Bucky. I gotta go, have to catch up on some reports from our last mission.” Before Bucky could argue back, you turned on your heel and marched out of the kitchen entrance.

You sighed, you didn’t want to burden Bucky with something so trivial, something that shouldn’t even bother you as it was just petty drama.

A couple days ago, you had overheard a couple of lower ranking agents gossiping in one of the break rooms. You always considered yourself to be at the very bottom of the list of people to gossip about, seeing as you're always polite and happily greeting all of your coworkers, even the ones you didn’t know that well. Always willing to help where it was needed when not in the field. So hearing your name come out of one of their mouths was a shock to you.

“Annoyingly happy.” And “doesn’t shut up.” Were the nicer comments that the two gossiping agents whispered to each other.

You had made it to your office in time to avoid the gossiping queens before the could start their whispering once again. Sitting at your desk you brushed your hand through your hair as you let out a heavy sigh and then chuckled to yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting what two gossipers were saying get to you.

“I work directly with the Avengers for God sakes! Toughen up girl.” You squared your shoulders, open your laptop and begin to work on finishing your reports in the peace of your quiet office.

Bucky waited a couple of hours after you had left the kitchen to make his way down to the compounds entrance, giving you a break from his slight interrogation that morning. Bucky knew something was bothering you and he didn’t like it. It surprised him how much he didn’t like not seeing the genuine happiness exude from your body. He didn’t like that your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes making your laugh lines appear. Determination spread across his face as he exited the facility with a goal in mind.

An hour later Bucky had come back to the compound his hands full with take out from your favorite restaurant and your favorite drink from the cafe you go to every Sunday. He got closer to your office door ignoring the agents all around the hallway as he knocked and waited for your invitation.

The knock on your office door startled you out of your intense concentration of your work. Looking up you see Bucky’s familiar mop of brown hair through the blinds and quickly called him in.

“I figured I would bring you lunch since you seemed off today.” He said as he placed the take out bag and coffees on your desk. You looked through the take out and spied your favorite drink and grinned, looking up at Bucky you noticed the corner of his lips turned upwards. It wasn’t a full blown smile but it was enough for your grin turn bigger. Bucky smiling however small was one of your favorite things, his smile never failed to make you grin like an idiot.

“Thank you! I see you remembered my favorites!” You happily took a sip of your coffee groaning in pleasure at the taste.

“Have lunch with me?” Bucky nodded as he sat across from you and pulled out his own meal.

This was the best lunch you ever had in your opinion, Bucky had remembered your favorites and he even engaged in more conversation with you than normal. Your sour mood from this morning was dissipating by the minute as Bucky had told you some stories of he and Steve in the forties.

Bucky had mentally patted himself on the back, your body language was relaxed and your laugh lines appeared back on your face. Bucky was pleased to see that your natural happy glow was returning.

He was in the middle of telling a particular funny about Steve from their school days when he heard a scoff outside your office door.

“How can he stand her for that long? I can’t even handle being in her presence for more than five minutes.” He overheard.

“He must have the patience of a saint, especially when they go on missions together. He’s a quiet guy, wouldn’t be surprised if she talks for him.” Another voice had said.

“God, I’d jump out of the quinjet mid flight if I was on a mission with her. All that incessant talking all the time, and that happy go lucky attitude. I’d request a transfer.”

Bucky watched as the glow he just put back into you begin to recede again. Your head down your eyes refusing to meet his as you pushed your food around with your fork. Your shoulders were slumped again and it made Bucky seethe with anger. Bucky growled as he stood up from his chair and stormed out of your office.

At the sound of Bucky standing, your head shot up, watching with wide eyes as he made a bee-line towards the two gossiping agents. The sight of an angry Bucky on your behalf had you quickly following him out of your office.

“Bucky, don’-“ you start but Bucky’s voice cuts you off.

“You know, I do have a lot of patience. I have enough patience to wait for a target for hours or even days on end. I even have the patience to put up with Sam in a quinjet for hours on end while he calls me cyborg or Tin-man.” Bucky said as he approached the two agents. His glare paralyzing them as their eyes widen in shock from being overheard. You watched on from your office door as the women cowered from his dominating presence, his ire radiating from his stare.

“But, what I don’t have patience for,” he continued purposefully intimidating the agents before him. “Is when my girl is upset because, two low ranking agents are jealous of all the accomplishments she has achieved in her work. Jealous of how amazing, how pure and kind her heart is, and her ability to make anyone smile, even someone like me.”

Your mouth opened in shock at all that Bucky has said defending you. You never knew that was what he thought of you. You knew that he had thought of you as his friend and partner in missions but, he was never one to compliment people. It just wasn’t part of his grumpy personality, to hear him say all that including calling you his girl had warmth spreading through your chest.

“So I suggest, you find some other topics to talk about from now on before I really lose my patience.” Bucky gave one more intimidating stare at the two women before he turned around to go back to your office, he paused at the look of wonder on your face.

“What?” He huffed crossing his arms.

“Thank you,” you said placing your hand on his arm as you looked at him gratefully.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky replied as he walked back into your office. You followed behind him with a giddy smile on your face. Moving around him to continue on with your lunch you looked in his blue eyes with a smirk.

“So….I’m your girl?”

Bucky groaned as a flush came to his cheeks.

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A/N:: I hope you enjoyed this! I hope to continue to write more for you all.

[larluce]

Arthur travels back in time to save Merlin (from becoming a tree) AU

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART2 (You're here) , PART 3

The king of Camelot goes to visit his magic tree before his next battle. This isn't new. He always visits it. But it will be the last time he does it.

Arthur: (caressing the bark of the tree with a hand)It's finally time. I'm sorry it took so long. (sighs) And I'm sorry I have to do this.

He knows he's being selfish. Camelot is better than ever, his people is happy and yet he's going to war, risking this era of peace. A war he knows he won't come back from. But it's necessary.

Gwen: (arriving) Arthur...

Arthur: I won't change my mind, Guinivere

Gwen: I know. I just want to understand. Arthur, why? The price is too high and the chance it might work too slim. And even if it does work, you are risking that everything you know, everything you built will never happen.

Arthur: It's a risk I'm willing to take. I can prevent so many things from happening, not only Merlin's fate, but Gawain's, Elyan's, Lancelot's-

Gwen: Don't pretend you're not doing this just for him, Arthur, I'm not a fool.

Arthur: ...

Gwen: He wouldn't want you to do this. And you know it.

Arthur: Yeah, well, he didn't care about what I wanted when he made that stupid deal.

It's been ten years since Merlin saved his life and was cursed to be a tree forever as a payback. He was now a majestic beautiful tree in the royal garden and the most valuable national treasure in Camelot due to its magical properties: It could give fruits with the ability to cure all ills and the most serious wounds, but also could give ones with the most letal poison. Its wood was the finest. Once it let some branches fall for its king before an important battle and the weapons that were made with them are still as good as new to this day. Though Arthur did his part, he knows Camelot probably would not have obtained the title of the greatest, richest and most prosperous kingdom if it weren't for his Merlin.

However, not everything was sunshine and rainbows. Like every treasure it was also coveted by everyone who wanted to use it for their own selfish purposes. Kingdoms envious of his power sent spies to try to steal its fruits, its branches and even to try to cut it down to leave Camelot defenseless. Others even tried to invade Camelot just to posses the magic tree, but Camelot's army was the strongest in all Albion so they never could and soon they stopped trying.

There was a time they almost got too close though. Once Arthur found a man holding an ax stuck deep in Merlin's trunk. He has gone so mad with fury, he almost beat the man to death if it weren't because his knights stopped him before he made the final blow. He was still livid after that, but he let Gwen handle the man's trial, because he knew he wouldn't be reasonable in the state he was in. In the end the man was sentenced to beheading. It was what the law decreed since touching the King's tree was by law an act of treason. The king who sent the spy had to make a public apology and give monetary compensation to avoid a war. Arthur did make sure the spy's head was cut of with his own ax though. Later, when he was alone with his tree, Arthur cried because he almost lost Merlin again. The king apologised to him over and over again between sobs and cried until he fell asleep at the tree's roots.

It was then when it hit him. One day he would die and there won't be anyone to protect Merlin from greedy people who will only use his power for their own gains. Merlin would be at his new owner's mercy and the one after that, and the one after that, forever without being able to do anything about it. The mere thought made Arthur sick to his stomach.

No, he won't allow that to happen.

Gwen: (with teary eyes) Aren't we happy?

Arthur: Don't say that. You have always made me happy.

Gwen: (laughs weakely) But he made you happier, didn't he?

Arthur: ...

Gwen: You never told me. Which were Merlin's last words.

Arthur: I love you... he said I love you.

Gwen: Oh... (smiles) I get it now. Alright I'll help you. Just promise me something.

Arthur: Anything.

Gwen: Don't feel bad if you can't prevent other people from dying. In fact, you don't have to do it. Just save Merlin.

Arthur: But-

Gwen: No, you have done so much for this kingdom and sacrifice so much. (cradling his face) You owe us nothing and you owe me nothing, alright? Just be happy.

They hugged each other tightly and they share their last kiss and I love you before Arthur finally went to bloodiest battle he'll ever had in his life. And, after killing 100 hundred enemy soldiers with his blade, the king of Camelot died at the early age of forty.

Later Percival and Leon retrieve the king's corpse and bring it before their queen who doesn't share a tear despite being broken inside. She orders for his late husband to be buried next to his tree instead of burned in a pyre, proclaming that's what the king would have wanted. The real reason however is more complex than that.

The night after the funeral, she secretly brings the druids her husband consorted for years to the royal garden for the ritual to be made. Before the tree, as was planned, is the Ancient Round Table of the Ancient Kings.

Druid1: A sword with the blood of 300 hundred man.

Gwen: (gives excalibur to him)

Druid2: Three dragon scales.

Percival: (gives them to her)

Druid3: And the corpse of a king. We have everything.

Leon: Will this really work?

Druid1: This ritual had only worked once in the times of the ancient kings and only because it was done by three of the most powerful sorcerers of that time. We are not that powerful.

Druid2: However, we have a great magic source (she points the tree). So it might work.

It worked! That's Arthur's first thought when he opens his eyes again and finds himself in his room 20 years younger.

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HIII!! First of all I want to thank you all for giving the first post so much love! I was truly shocked because I didn't think the AU was that good, so I'm really glad you liked it. I hope this kind of sequel/prequel? was of your liking too.

I don't think I'm going to make this a full fic yet, but I can make snippets like this about this AU until then.

What else would like to see happening in this AU? Let me know in the comments or reblogs ;)

[babushkatty]

Tranquil SAGAU - Part 4

-> Part 1

-> Part 3

-> Part 5

Crepus, true to your initial assumptions of him being sunshine personified, very enthusiastically invited you over for tea once everything in the caravan was cleaned up, the wounded were attended to and the Knights of Favonius reluctantly went on their way.

And by tea, he meant dinner.

And by dinner, he meant a feast that could easily feed an army.

Truly, the Ragnvindr were rich beyond comprehension. Whatever the heart desired, it was at the table. Northern Apple Stew, Northern Smoked Chicken, Sweet Madame, Flaming Red Bolognese, Barbatos Ratatouille, Calla Lily Seafood Soup, Crem Stew, Cold Cut Platter, Satisfying Salad, Sticky Honey Roast -- all alongside many dishes you knew for a fact weren't in the game at all (there was something ravioli-adjacent, a plate of potatoes with seasonings, some dumplings, small snacks, sweet desserts and you even spied something that looked suspiciously like Meringue and was that Tofu? wasn't Tofu Liyuen?), with Apple Cider, Water, tea and a lot of fancy wine (couldn't do without wine at a winery, after all) to serve as drinks.

You had no idea how you were meant to eat so much, or how to even attempt to taste a little bit of everything without your stomach protesting. Did rich people train themselves into having a bottomless stomach so that they could eat what they were given without offending anyone?

"So, (Name)," Crepus began, fancily sipping at his fancy glass of fancy wine, "How come you and your... Friend, arrived at just the precise time to prevent any serious harm? Surely it wasn't a coincidence?"

He chuckled good-naturely as he twirled his wine in circles.

Look at Crepus, digging into the matter without sounding accusatory or condescending! In fact, he sounded eager. You could almost imagine the wagging tail and perked up ears.

Suddenly, you realized who exactly Kaeya took after in his habit of talking circles around people on a daily basis. Not entirely of course -- where Kaeya was smug and suave, Crepus was a giant fluffy friend that had you wrapped around its' paw, because how could you possibly say no to that face? You wouldn't hide anything from a friend, would you? You wouldn't, it was a friend after all, you were so comfortable around him for a reason, there was no need for suspicion and paranoia around sweet old Crepus!

You heard of people weaponizing stupidity, but weaponizing your gold-lab-like personality? That was a first and you clearly met a master of the craft.

"It's a coincidence. Dvalin took me flying every day for the past week. He sensed something off in the distance, so we went to check it out and, well... Ursa happened."

You shrug and sip at your Apple Cider.

Crepus did not look any less excited than before. If anything, he smiled wider and the imaginary tail you swore you saw picked up in speed -- contrasting greatly with Diluc who just sat in his chair silently, with his eyes burning a hole right through you.

A bit unnerving, but what could you do other than endure? Not like he was doing anything wrong, everyone did a little bit of unsettling staring every once in a while.

And besides, this wasn't the Diluc who would burn an Abyss Mage into unconsciousness just to burn them awake for information, this was a baby. A Diluc that wasn't hardened by the loss of his family, by the betrayal of his adopted brother turned Khaenri'ah spy, by the corruption of the Knights of Favonius he sincerely admired and by Snezhnaya kicking him while he was down. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve and now you got sad thinking about what would have happened had you (and Dvalin... Mostly Dvalin...) not been there to intervene.

Everything was not Daijoubu.

"Then what did you friend mean, when he said you could permamently put down Ursa?"

Crepus sounded so genuinely curious and excited, it was adorable. How was this grown ass man so cute? With that crime against humanity of a beard too? It was utter witchcraft!

For a moment, you considered lying about your situation. You considered outright saying you couldn't tell because of personal reasons. You considered following the role model of all fools, Nie Huaisang, and shaking your head out of the situation, repeatedly saying 'you didn't know, you didn't know, you really didn't know--!'

But then you realized the cat was partly out of the bag anyways (thanks Dvalin, you're as subtle as a brick to the face) and it would be just a waste of effort on your part.

"No idea. He's convinced I'm the All-Mother of Teyvat and the longer I am around, the stronger I'll get. Theoretically, it would mean I could do something about Ursa somewhere down the line, but that's if I'm the All-Mother at all, which I doubt."

(Quietly, you refused to acknowledge the part of you that has long since accepted Teyvat would never hurt you and that you may be the All-Mother. Damn Dvalin and his silver tongue, it's like Venti getting Genshin!Diluc on his side with his song all over again!)

Crepus positively shook in excitement, a grin so bright you really wished for sunglasses this time. It's like this sunshine of a man had made it his personal mission to blind you.

Diluc just looked stunned silly, eyes wide like saucers and mouth slightly open in shock.

You sip at your Apple Cider awkwardly, thanking the Archons that neither Kaeya nor the Dawn Winery staff were around to add more weirdness to this disaster of a dinner.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

Look at me, completely ignoring Canon.

Did Crepus have a personality in Canon? Maybe. I didn't read the manga. Do I know what it might be? Nope. I didn't read the manga, so now he's an excited gold lab with a side seasoning of sly fox.

The beauty of fanfiction, reality is whatever the hell I want it to be.

Sometimes you need to just run with half a fact you probably misheard and misinterpreted to make something fun happen, SAGAU needs some fluffy vibes without the damn cult worship.

The people that know what they're doing are writing impostor AUs and cult AUs, so might as well volunteer myself as tribute for this one.

I should probably make a masterlist at some point, shouldn't I? The parts are going to grow really fast considering I keep them all short.

Something to think about.

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Heeeey, mmeatt's tag works finally! It only took me 3 parts to figure it out!

Also special mention to @chaoticfivesworld who casually dropped some important lore on me in a comment, probably not realizing it would become a plothole in the future because, I repeat, I don't know canon as much as I probably should.

Yolo.

[camillechan]

The light Emissary - Azriel x fem!reader (Chapter 1)

Hi guys! Here I am! Back for more actions! The first chapter after the prologue of my fanfic! Please, don't hesitate to leave comments about how you feel, how is it written and how I can improve myself!

Summary: Azriel and Y/N are suppose to meet at nightfall to do an under cover mission. Will they be able to seek what they need?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Nothing also on this chapter, but for the incoming sexy times, violence and all that jazz.

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Chapter 1:

Y/N P.O.V

As soon as I arrive at the Day Court, I walk at a determined pace towards the armory. The interior of the Day Court palace is a masterpiece of light, gold, and elegance, designed to embody the eternal brilliance of the sun. Vast halls are bathed in a warm, golden glow that radiates from the walls, creating an ethereal and divine atmosphere. Polished marble floors shimmer in tones of pale gold and cream, veined with silver that catches the sunlight streaming through towering arched windows. High, vaulted ceilings are adorned with frescoes of sunny skies, soaring birds, and glowing celestial bodies, framed by intricate gold and white plasterwork. 

Magical golden orbs provide illumination when sunlight fades, ensuring no corner is ever cast in shadow. The Grand Hall boasts a breathtaking sunburst chandelier of enchanted glass and gold as I pass through it. Every element of the palace—from the glowing plants to the subtle floral fragrances—exudes tranquility, warmth, and timeless beauty, embodying the ideals of clarity and radiance that define the Day Court.

Everything I own, from my armors and weapons to my clothes, reflects the same description of this place. I need to find something suitable for the incoming mission. Something that will fit  for a spy. I have a feeling it won’t be easy to find what I need, but we do have spies in the Day Court, don’t we? As I reach the door, a messenger from Helion catches me before I enter. Mistiel, a childhood friend of mine. As my eyes set on his face, I remember our first encounter.

He had always been a whirlwind of sunshine and laughter, his golden locks catching the light with every playful tilt of his head. From the moment we met, he seemed to embody the very essence of joy, his presence like a warm breeze on a crisp day. His eyes, a sparkling shade of amber, held a mischief that was both endearing and infectious. There was a charm to him, not just in his radiant smile but in the way he seemed to find humor and light in the smallest things.

Growing up with him was like being tethered to a storm of energy—always moving, always laughing, always dreaming. He had an uncanny ability to lift my spirits, whether it was with a clever quip or a spontaneous adventure. His laugh was the kind that made others join in without knowing why, a bubbling, unrestrained sound that could pierce through even the darkest moods.

Despite his effervescent nature, there was a depth to him that he rarely let others see. In quiet moments, when it was just the two of us under the starlit sky, he would share his hopes, fears, and dreams with an openness that felt like a gift. He had a heart too big for his own good, always putting others first, always searching for ways to make the world brighter for those around him.

He was a contradiction—bubbly and carefree on the surface, yet fiercely loyal and protective underneath. I could never decide if his golden hair was more fitting as a reflection of his sunny disposition or the warmth of his soul. 

“Y/N, you are back. I could sense your arrival. How was the meeting with that spymaster?”

His voice brings me back to the present. The blond male is smiling faintly, but I can tell he is annoyed. His slender body is tense and his hands are in fists at his side.

“Good. We are gonna investigate my lead tonight.”

I tell him nonchalantly. He sighs and passes a hand in his short hair.

“It’s a bad idea. I know we are “allies” with the Night Court, but we can’t trust them fully. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger. Have you told our High Lord of that mission of yours?”

He reprimands me now. I furrow my brows and cross my arms on my chest. What happened to that warm boy I thought about a moment ago. It’s me who is annoyed now.

“You can’t tell me what I can or cannot do. I don’t want to waste Helion’s time if the mission leads to nothing.”

Since I outrank him, Mistiel backs down.

“Fine, but be careful.”  

He turns gracefully on his heels and leaves me there. What is going on with these males about being careful ? I know how to take care of myself. I shake my head and enter the armory. I look around carefully. 

The Day Court armory is a radiant haven of light and precision, where functionality meets artistry. Sunlight streams through narrow windows, amplified by enchanted mirrors, illuminating rows of golden plate armor adorned with delicate sunburst and floral engravings. 

The air carries a faint metallic tang, mingled with the scent of polished wood and leather. Weapons are masterpieces—swords with sun stone-inlaid hilts, golden-tipped arrows, and bows strung with enchanted silk. Shields gleam with radiant sunbursts, while enchanted items like speed-enhancing bracers and light-shielding cloaks add a magical edge. The armory embodies the court’s ideals of brilliance and grace, preparing warriors to shine like the sun in battle. 

But, shining in battle is clearly not what I have in mind for an undercover mission. I sigh and start to shuffle objects around. A mess later, I finally find a black leather armor that is sleek and form-fitting, designed for agility and stealth. Its surface is smooth yet durable, reinforced with subtle etchings of shadowy patterns that seem to shift in the light. 

I grab two twin black daggers that are equally menacing, their blades sharp and gleaming with a faint, dark sheen. The hilts are wrapped in textured leather for a secure grip, with understated designs that hint at deadly precision. Together, the armor and daggers exude an aura of lethal elegance, perfect for a shadowy warrior. Exactly what I need. Relieved that I have found what I need, I leave the room fully armored. I have the impression it will be a rough night.

***

As agreed and on time, I winnow to the Night Court border, the rendezvous point. I am fully prepared for what is coming and can’t wait to confirm my suspicion. I hope we will be able to find the information we are looking for to locate the damn Cauldron. I look around to see if Azriel is already here. As if on cue, the shadow clung to him like a second skin as he materialized from the darkness. I can see his eyes rake over my attire, noting the daggers at my waist. His slick voice pierces the silence of the night.

“Good, you’re prepared.” 

He murmured, voice low. He moves closer to me.

“We will fly there. We will be able to assess the area from the air.”

He unfurls his wings, the membrane dark against the night sky. Without any warning, he steps closer, strong arms encircling my waist.

“Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

He whispers into my ears sending shivers down my spine. He lifts me against his chest. My pulse quickens at the contact of his body against mine, but I don’t have much time to focus on the feeling since we launch into the sky. I grip his shirt, to pull myself closer. I have never flown with him before. The wind whipped around us as Azriel’s powerful wings cut through the sky. He held me close, his scarred hands firm but gentle. After a few moments, his voice resonated deep in my chest, his warm breath on my ear.

“We are approaching the area. I’ll put you down and go back to scout a bit. Hang it tight, we are landing.”

His muscles tensed as he began our descent, shadows swirling around us to conceal our approach. We land into a forest.As soon as our feet touch the ground, he releases me. I instantly feel the cold breeze of the night hit my back. 

“I’m gonna go scout, hide. I’ll be right back.”

He launches once more into the air. I watch him disappear concealed by his shadow. I turn around to assess my surroundings. The towering trees from this forest form a dense canopy, blocking all but the faintest glimmers of moonlight. The air is cool and heavy with the earthy scent of moss and damp leaves. Soft rustlings and distant calls of nocturnal creatures echo, their sounds amplified by the eerie silence. The ground is uneven, covered in a mix of gnarled roots and fallen foliage, while patches of mist swirl low among the trunks, adding an otherworldly feel. 

I place an hand on one of my daggers to reassure myself. I move a bit forwards, knowing the camp should be close by. Suddenly, a twig snaps nearby. In one fluid motion, Azriel is already back and pulls me behind a tree, pressing me against the bark. His body is shielding mine, wings half-unfurled. 

“Guards.”

He breathed, lips barely moving. 

“Two of them, armed.”

My heart is racing one mile an hour. I try to keep my breathing low. I can feel some kind of tug in my chest at the proximity of our bodies. I can feel the weight of his chest against mine and his scent… I close my eyes to try and regain my composure.

“When I give the signal, we move. Silent as death, understood ? Follow me close.“

His hazel eyes are locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. I want to stay hidden against him, but I need to focus on the mission. I peer into his eyes.

“Lead the way, Spymaster.”

He nods, giving me the signal. He moves silently, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His scarred hand reaches the lower of my back and guides me forwards. We move in the dark. I follow him as we approach a dim lighted camp. Two guards are monitoring the entrance.

“I was able to see from the airborne view at least thirty soldiers in there. At the center of the camp, there is a war tent. Probably where we can find the information we need.”

His voice is above a whisper, he is still close, too close. With the shadows at his command, we pass through the entrance without much problems. We move fast, but quietly towards the tent he mentioned. Strangely, the entrance of the tent is not guarded. I look towards Azriel.

“This is weird, why isn’t it guarded?”

He hums as an answer and his kneen eyes scanning a bit more carefully the area. He pushed a bit more in my lower back.

“Let’s go. If something happens, I'll get us out.”

As we reached the entrance, he lifted his hand to stop me from moving further.

“Lay low, I will go check if it’s safe.”

I crouch and hide myself in the shadow of the tent. Azriel moves inside with grace. I wait for a couple of minutes, before his voice calls me from inside.

“It’s safe. Come in.”

I enter in a swift motion, my eyes adjusting to the soft light in the tent. I watch around. Two guards are unconscious on the ground. Azriel is already searching through bookshelves that are placed against the wall.

“Let’s hurry. I’ll search here, go look towards that table.”

He points towards a huge table at the center of the place. I walk closer without any noises and start looking at the paper sprayed on it. There are some texts irrelevants, but by moving the documents around, I find a map marked with red dots written across Prythian. 

“Azriel! Come and look at this.”

In an instant, he stands next to me, his eyes intensely watching the map.

“What are those?”

I can see he is thinking fast, trying to figure out what those red dots mean. Suddenly, I feel a dark energy pulsing from behind. As I get my daggers out, my body feels rigid. I drop my daggers on the ground. Azriel is now facing the direction of my frozen stare. Then, a voice, rich and dark, can be heard.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here ? An Illyrian and a kitten in my tent. Interesting…”

My eyes widen, we are in trouble.

[tallmadgeandtea]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Turn (TV 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Benjamin Tallmadge/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton, Tench Tilghman, George Washington, John André, Peggy Shippen, James McHenry (1753-1816), John Laurens, Washington's Aide de Camps, William "Billy" Lee (Turn), Robert Townsend (1753-1838), Basically everyone at Valley Forge Additional Tags: American Revolution, American History, Historical Accuracy, (kinda), Valley Forge, Mutual Pining, Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Angst, Found Family, Period-Typical Sexism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Major Character Injury, Me taking you on a tour of 1778 Pennsylvania, I suck at tags, Secret Relationship, POV Multiple, sometimes Series: Part 1 of The Summer Soldier and the Sunshine Patriot (SS&SP) Summary:

"The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph." Elizabeth Walker knows her place in the world, but that doesn’t mean she is happy with it. That doesn’t mean she is happy to be staying- to be sheltered- at her father’s estate while he deals with congress in York, and her older brother, Joseph, deals with the parties and games of Philadelphia, while she makes sure her house stays put- and out of British hands. And that doesn’t mean she is happy to be dragged into the war itself, after months of defeats outside Philadelphia, when finally on a cold December night, a dying soldier shows up at her door, and his commanding officer follows. But, deep down, a part of her is happy when it means change- change in the war, change in her life- when she is recruited by the young, passionate, and downright angry Major Benjamin Tallmadge to help revive the army’s dying supply system and keep the men staying at Valley Forge alive. By whatever means possible.

[jtownraindancer]

Ace's TURИ for Burn Rewatch: False Flag

[thelovinghost]

Could I plz request a grumpy/sunshine dynamic (reader being the grumpy) for Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru?? Tysm!

Hell yeah

If you like my work, you can support me here or here [Anything is appreciated]

Tamaki Suoh

Your personality does not deter him

In fact, he'll try even harder to be friends with you

He wants you to like him and he'll do anything for you to like him

There is a part of him that doesn't even realize you don't like him, but there will be moments where he'll be like 'What if they don't like me?'

You do eventually tolerate him because-

1. He won't stop trying to be friends with you

2. He has more influence, power, and money and you really can't afford to have him as an enemy

And lastly 3. He's not all that bad to be around

He always does everything in his power to see you smile and/or happy

It makes him giddy and proud that he made you feel that way

He invites you to the Host Club and gets so sad when you don't show up

Although, when you do show up, he ends up neglecting his other guests, so Kyoya limits your time w/ Tamaki [Kyoya would like to eradicate your time, but Tamaki won't have it]

Tamaki loves giving you gifts, because no matter how much you try and hide it, you always give him a smile, even if it's small

He'll come over to your house, UNANNOUNCED, and it always irates you to no end. He just hates being away from you and wants to be near you

He kind of likes that you're mean, because he doesn't have any competition

Hikaru Hitachiin

Hikaru? Sunshine? Maybe in another universe

You're both grumpy and it takes time for you to become friends

You actually start off as enemies

You two have more in common than you'd like to admit

Kaoru is tired of hearing about you and finally invites you over so you can both talk, because he's sick of you

^So many death stares

When you two do become friends, thanks to Kaoru, everyone should be scared

You're like the little red devil on someone's shoulder and he's the worse version

You two are not a duo to be messed with

You gang up on people, by tag teaming them [Usually Tamaki is the victim of your tagteams]

[Tag team= Ganging up on someone in an arguement.]

Hikaru realize he actually really likes you, because you're actually kind of funny

He denies his feelings tho

He actually tries pushing you away in fear of these feelings. He doesn't want you to hurt him, so he ends up hurting you

This really pisses you off and you try confronting him

But he just avoids you

Kaoru tries asking him about it, but Hikaru either avoids the question or shrugs him off

Kaoru will soon pick up on Hikaru's feelings though, because that's his twin

He [Kaoru] confronts his brother and Hikaru tries to deny it, but he's cornered and he finally yells at Kaoru saying-

"Fine! I like them! Are you happy?"

Yes, Kaoru is happy and he pushes Hikaru to confess to you

It takes a while, but Hikaru eventually does do it, while Kaoru spies hoping for the best for his brother

Kaoru Hitachiin

He thought you were pretty and wanted to talk to you

Your grumpyness doesn't bother him, because his twin brother is grumpy too, so he's used to it

He'll listen to you rant and complain and try and give you advice

He keeps you away from his brother in fear of either you liking Hikaru, not being able to tell the difference between them, or you two ganging up on him when realizing you two are both mean ppl

Kaoru seeks you out and gives you little gifts to make you happy

^ Lots of clothes and fashion [Stuff that remind him of you]

Whenever you are sitting together, you both are usually a few feet apart, but slowly he scoots closer and closer to you

He's so in love that anyone can see it

Hikaru doesn't like you when he does finally meet you, because you're taking his brother from him

Kaoru acts as the buffer between you both

If you have a bad day, he's always there for you and is willing to try and boost your mood

[bluecoolr]

Have a coronation ink doodle

And Bloo's biography nobody asks about her, so I'm gonna take the initiative to yap about her as much as I want

Emmeline is a high elf warlock, whose patron is Levistus.

Part of their contract involved Emmeline bearing Levistus’ child, his eventual successor as the Archdevil of Stygia. That is, once Geryon the Usurper has been dealt with and the child accepts its intended purpose to be Levistus’ puppet.

Emmeline, not willing to condemn her baby to a life of evil, hatred and loneliness, entrusts the child to the cambion Raphael.

Raphael makes a deal with Emmeline: her soul for the safekeeping of her child. He casts a powerful charm to disguise the winged, icy-blue cambion infant as a tiefling, and leaves it for a tiefling couple to find and adopt.

The baby is named Bloo as a term of endearment.

Raphael, however, intends to use Bloo as a pawn in his plot to acquire the Crown of Karsus. He also intends to tempt her with the chance to rule Stygia independently from her father. This is another deception, since he would also use her as a puppet once he becomes the Archdevil of the Hells.

Bloo grows. Everything's daisies and sunshine.

Raphael spies on her (to make sure she hasn't died or something) from time to time.

Then, Bloo starts to show signs of magical abilities.

She starts to sprout gnarly wing-like protrusions on her back.

Her adoptive parents notice that she gets physically sick when she eats anything other than meat.

A pervasive burnt smell seems to follow her, as if someone had struck a match and let it burn down.

She was just odd. She made the villagers uneasy, to say the least.

They called her a freak.

She ends up friendless, shunned by her village, and hated by the father she came to know as her own.

The turmoil of her home life makes her magic unstable and at times destructive. Like a beacon, Levistus hones in on his spawn's energy and despair, tracking her down before making himself known. Not yet as her father or liege lord, but as someone she can find solace in (a manipulation tactic). A strange friend, but a friend no less.

Bloo reaches young adulthood more or less unscathed, embittered by her experiences and dreaming of a life somewhere she's wanted.

Finally, she gets accepted into an apprenticeship. Her father is more than happy to send her on her way with a bagful of clothes and as little money as he can spare. On the road, Bloo gets abducted by the Mindflayers and implanted with the tadpole.

She goes on the journey, companions in tow, but being an outcast makes it hard for her to fully connect with everyone. During the journey, Raphael and Levistus fully reveal themselves and their respective involvement in her life. Basically, both devils bid for her loyalty, banking on their past efforts of manipulation and isolation.

Raphael restores Bloo to her true form - gives her back her wings and unties the knot on her infernal talents.

Levistus lends his own strength and abilities to his spawn, allowing her to channel ice- and storm-related powers.

Bloo, in her desperation to be loved and wanted, to feel useful, to feel in control for once in her life, decides that she would get the best of both worlds. She signs Raphael's contract, promising to deliver the Crown of Karsus in exchange for the Orphic Hammer and the Throne of Stygia.

She deposes Geryon and rules in her father's stead. He remains frozen in his icy prison.

Bloo also agrees to become Raphael's consort - cementing their alliance and strengthening Raphael's claim as Archdevil.