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.
the first was a pirate AU, from a request from aeternium. next was a request for a ‘small town bffs’ au from citymusings and lastly was a ‘rome’s next top model: men’s edition’ AU from gusilux
enjoy! and happy new years ya’ll!
whoo, caught up on my prompts!
number nine of the nagron AU prompts just went up here
this one is a (rather bizarre) alice in wonderland AU requested by lisapanda
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so, day late and a dollar short on this one BUT
yesterday’s nagron AU prompt finally went up here
this one is an arranged marriage/royalty AU thanks to citymusings
seventh in my nagron AU prompt series is finally up!
this one is a coffeeshop AU thanks to the lovely and perfect moreglitter
it kind of got out of hand? but i claim no responsibility
sixth fic in my nagron AU prompts has been posted!
this one is thanks to herewecomeacarolyn who asked for sentinel!AU
i’m writing the big master fic that this tiny fic is apart of, but either way, hope you enjoy!
fifth part of my nagron AU series is up now!
this one is thanks to my beloved roommate martha, who prompted zombie hunters
i left this one to write til the very last second because i wasn’t sure what i was doing
but i think it turned out pretty cute (i dunno how i managed that but…)
third of the prompts for my nagron AU series is up!
this one was from sandstone-dreams, who wanted christmas card nagron
and then somehow this thing resulted, haha
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first of my fifteen days of nagron AUs just went up on ao3!
the first is from a prompt from snakeslide for daemon!fic
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moar kid!fic: let the wind catch your feet, nagron
“Baba?” Elazar sounds worried now, as if unsure whether he has overstepped some invisible boundary he did not realize existed. Nasir hurries to reassure him, knowing all too well how difficult it has been convincing Elazar of his place in their tiny patchwork family.
kid!fic: just a boy inside a voice, nagron
And it is true, Crispus – as the boy named himself when asked, though Agron knows his eyes and hair are too dark to come by such a Roman name by birth – has arrived at their camp with little more to his Roman-given name than the clothes on his back and the leather around his throat.
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