shore thing nonnie! i’m always pleased to share the sentinel au love
just a note, there aren’t any archive warnings on the fic itself, but it definitely features a significant amount of torture and so i just want to make sure that’s available knowledge for anyone who might be triggered by that sort of thing
Steve, a five-sense Sentinel, leaves behind his high-level Guide to hunt down the elusive Shelburne. Meanwhile, Frank Delano, a low level Sentinel, has escaped from Halawa and wants revenge against those who put him in there. His spies tell him Steve McGarrett has disappeared off island, but they’ve been keeping good track of the Guide he left behind.
Raspberry Tarts - reginalds - Spartacus: War of the Damned, Spartacus Series (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
summary: They get set up like an assembly line: Agron labels the envelopes and Nasir stuffs them. He brings his laptop over and turns on some music, and they talk and laugh, and take breaks every hour or so to lie around on the floor of the office and watch stupid youtube videos. Nasir makes fun of Agron for being a metalhead, and Agron pulls his hair, gently, and Nasir does not throw him on the couch and ravish him, because he is an adult human being with something resembling self-control.
reasons to rec: just the most precious, perfect, hysterical modern!au, featuring a perfectly on the nose naevia and spartacus as well as an appropriate amount of ogling from nagron towards one another. sweet and sharp, just like a raspberry tart!
5 times nasir and agron try to figure out their new life over the mountains and 1 time they got it right
It is hardly weeks since they lost Spartacus on the mountain and Nasir’s spear is again in hand. He snarls, palm pressed wide and warm to Agron’s shoulder as he backs slowly away from the crowd of villagers growing before them. Faces once kind and welcoming have turned hard and furious at the sight of Agron’s brand marking him as fugitivus, as something to be feared, something that will bring the wrath of Rome down upon a village hardly larger than the villa Nasir once served.
“We mean no harm,” Agron says, voice hoarse with disuse, tired, weak hands outstretched in a plea – there is no way for him to arm himself with the shield Nasir made for him, not without help and not with a crowd closing so closely in upon them.
“We look only for shelter, and a place to tend our wounds,” Laeta says, her sweet voice sounding as reasonable as it ever had, but the villagers remain silent.
“We will leave,” Nasir says instead, understanding the desperate fear that comes with protecting all you know and love from something you cannot predict. “We do not wish to hurt anyone. We will leave and never return.”
It is only then the crowd parts to let them go and their legs, burning with exhaustion, carry them quietly from the village square.
QQ idk anything saccharine involving the bbs. Maybe a pastoral cutsie farm scene in which Agron herds goats.
“They are loud,” is all Agron says as he stands among the small herd of young goats, bleating and wobbling around as if they have had too much new wine. A few of them butt against Agron’s legs, and he eyes them with a furrowed brow – an expression that Nasir could possibly parse into meaning if he were so inclined.
“And that is something altogether too new for you?” he calls instead, his lips twisted into a teasing smile, remembering nights of Agron and Saxa and Lugo singing and drinking with fondness but with a deep, unfailing ache that he knows may never fade. He lets out a shaky breath and instead squints his eyes to catch Agron’s gaze. Agron’s wrinkled face in response makes it clear that he finds Nasir funny not at all.
Nasir disagrees, but he hops off the fence where he is perched and crosses to Agron’s side, collecting one of the smaller goats that seems to have dizzied itself from running in circles and chose instead to collapse to the ground, bleating feebly. Nasir settles it in his arms and presses close to Agron, who settles a warm, heavy arm across Nasir’s shoulders, nose wrinkling.
“You are sure?” is all he says a moment later, and Nasir ducks his head slightly to hide his grin behind a curtain of hair, left loose at Agron’s request.
“They have already become fond of you,” Nasir replies, lifting the particularly foolish goat to Agron’s face so that Agron’s eyes need to cross in order to see it. The goat bleats quietly before bumping its nose against Agron’s chin. Agron tries to scowl, but Nasir sees through the expression easily.
“Foolish goats for a fool with little idea as to how to run a farm or raise animals,” Agron sighs, taking the goat from Nasir’s hands and setting it back down beside the others they are considering buying. “I suppose it is not the worst plan we have ever considered.”
“No,” Nasir says, agreeing wholeheartedly. “There have been worse, far more foolish and with far less likelihood of success.” He can feel Agron heave a sigh and knows he has won. “Goats?” is all he says instead, turning his head up to catch Agron’s gaze, dark eyes dancing.
Agron huffs again. “Goats,” he says, not without some misgiving, but smiling nonetheless. The foolish goat bleats at their feet, nibbling at Agron’s sandals. “As if there were any other decision I could come to when your mind was set so.”
Nasir makes little effort to hide his smile in response. “As a free man, you are entitled to make any decision you wish,” he replies mildly, hand stroking over Agron’s side, skin warmed by an afternoon in the sun.
“My mind,” Agron agrees, “is free to make any choice. My heart though,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Nasir’s temple, “has only one path.” Nasir smiles. “And that path,” Agron says, glancing down at their feet. “seems to involve goats.”
The foolish goat bleats his agreement.
fandom: spartacus, nasir/agron
summary: their love is work, to be sure – but it is a kind over which nasir does not mind laboring.
After the taking of Sinuessa en Valle, Agron is learning how to fit people back into his life he’d thought gone forever.
omg i need a modern nagron fic now
Take a peek in The Nagron Library! :)
oh man, a person after my own heart! modern au’s forever pls
here are some of my personal faves!
- the live fast, die old series by rivlee
- the gone are all the days series, also by rivlee
- the permanent things verse by peloquine
- jinxy’s kissing booth fic
- funkyinfishnet’s baking makes everything better verse
- gaygreekgladiator’s modern times and modern troubles verse
- count the months, savor the moments by emptypalm
- and just to be tacky, i wrote a whole series of different AU trope ficlets during the month of december here!
There are learning curves regarding freedom and love, and Nasir and Agron are beginning to learn that there isn’t always a difference.
Fanfic rec: Watch Me Burn
- Author: Albiocca
Author’s summary: Agron is a firefighter, Nasir is a doctor. They save each other’s lives, then some other stuff happens.
fic: she hears voices from under the earth
The son is unimpressed when he sees what she has chosen for him. Sand and misery and hardship, and a repression of the spirit utterly unfit for a god, albeit one of death.
read it here at ao3.
Is it too much to ask for a decent length Nagron or Barca/Pietros story on AO3 that is either finished or will be updated with good writing, correct characterizations and set in the canon time period?