#agent hood

[a-gentle-spy]

@agent-hood Love you like a sister ❤️

- Caroline

[agent-hood]

Since it’s ‘spooky season’, and I have no motivation for much else, what better way to celebrate than a classic ‘fear street’ themed moodboard?

[the-oceanic-courts]

Mer May Day 3 ||Tranquil Waters

The Alpine Incident. Part one.

Being lost in the Alps wasn't ideal. It was cold and getting dark. Angela could barely hold onto Hampton, her right hand gripping his long fur. Her legs felt like they would give out soon, but the large dog was already carrying Parker. The two of them had barely managed to finish their recon mission. It had gone well until they stumbled across a giant, cat-faced lizard thing. They would be out rotting half eaten on the mountainside if it wasn't for Hampton. Parker had a broken leg and had deep gashes on her thigh. Angela had the same deep gashes across her abdomen. She held her side with her free hand, trying to ignore the feeling that it was the only thing holding her together.

Angela lost track of time, the only thing she noticed was how dark it was getting. The only thing on her mind was getting Parker to safety, and something in her knew the way. She felt a gentle presence in her mind giving her a nudge in what she hoped was the right direction. Something was guiding her, and Hampton seemed to trust her to follow it. 

A ghost of realization washed over her when they reached it. She heard it first, the sound of water. Hampton had to stop her before she all but stumbled into it.

Angela couldn't see the lake, but she could smell the water and hear the gentle waves that hit the sand and pebble shore.

The second a hand touched her shoulder, Angela fell into someone's arms. She barely felt the warmth of the person as a sweet floral scent dominated her senses.

"My friend," She barely managed out. "She's hurt."

As she drifted off into unconsciousness, she heard a gentle voice say "So are you."

Angela woke in the dark. She could barely open her eyes, or move. Her body was completely exhausted, but she no longer felt any pain. Someone's hand caressed her cheek, and then her forehead. They moved to stroke her hair, which she realized was damp.

"Where am I?" She asked, her voice a little hoarse. Then she panicked. "Where’s Parker?!"

"Hush now." A soft whisper. Once again she felt gentle fingers running through her hair. "Calm yourself, little minnow. Your friend is well cared for, and guarded while she rests."

"Where-"

"You have entered tranquil waters, a sanctuary, my domain." He responded. His voice came through clearer now. 

"This is a place of healing."

"Who are you." Angela demanded, unsuccessfully attempting to move away from his touch. Her body wouldn't budge.

"I am a friend," he spoke softly. Fingers caressed her cheek again, and then she felt lips, gentle against her own. She slowly slipped back into a restful sleep.

"Rest, little minnow." His voice slipped into her dreams, and he pulled her into his arms. "I'll take such great care of you."

@the-roanoke-society @agent-hood

[the-roanoke-society]

now i have a story that i’d like to tell...

about this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! / he comes to me at night after i crawl into bed / he's burnt up like a weenie and his name is fred!

horror aus part trois. part one can be found here, and two, here. all warnings and disclaimers still apply--as does the love.

do you dare dare journey below the cut...?

it’s a long way down, a long way down - a holy hell au inspired by the creep series

there are stories are stories on stories on stories about matches made in heaven. about two pure souls destined for the other, finally reaching a ‘happily ever after’ after going through trials and tribulations that, honestly, are played out and boring.

that’s exactly what fergus macleod would tell you, anway.

he’s been inhabiting his mortal coil for a few decades now, engaging in his favorite activity--serial murder.

but lately, something has--gone out.

he’s lost his light. his passion for killing.

so he gets an idea, and puts out an ad for a videographer.

he’ll make a documentary, he decides. a magnum opus to relight the blood and the violence that had brought him so much joy over the years.

what he didn’t expect was andi.

not her beauty. not her courage. not her wit, sharp enough to make a god bleed.

and not her fangs, and a thirst to rival his--even if her moral compass was a bit more lawful.

enough of stories about matches made in heaven.

talk to me about a match made in hell.

(these--particular films are not easy watches, though i personally enjoy them. the sequel is my favorite, but remember when i said ‘explicit sexuality’ in the first warning post? the especially applies to creep 2. when i imagined this au it was less in-line with the main narrative of the movies and more, say, a meet-cute story you’d overhear at an addams’ family function.)

mini soundtrack sampler includes: lovelytheband, ‘buzz cut’ + catfish & the bottlemen, ‘longshot’ + albert natural, ‘sara loves her juicy fruit’

red sun rises like an early warning - an ancient cares au inspired by sleepy hollow

sleepy hollow was often called a “sleepy” village, in the way that meant that nothing ever happened there. marie van tassel, daughter of the richest man in town--and immediately intrigued by the arrival of one police constable walter vaughn, sent all the way from new york city--would disagree. especially in recent years.

the headless horseman had returned.

and marie, for all the occult studying she’d done far from the gaze of her father’s watchful eyes, still so haunted after her mother’s brutal and untimely passing--couldn’t figure out why.

she knew exactly who he was. what he was. but why had he returned? what had woken him?

and could see really be that mournful, when it had sprung start the machinations of fate that brought walter right to her doorstep?

“i have shed my tears for boom... and yet my heart is not broken. do you think me wicked?”

“no... but perhaps there is a little bit of witch in you, marie.”

“walter, why do you say that?”

“because you have bewitched me.”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: frank sinatra, ‘witchcraft’ + creedence clearwater revival, ‘i put a spell on you’ + the rolling stones, ‘sympathy for the devil’

drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger - a safety nets au inspired by apostle, co-starring @agent-thorn​

it was only five years into the birth of an entirely new century, and her twin brother had been taken; her father, lost in his grief, was utterly useless.

it was all up to parker jensen.

she found a fake pass easy enough, slyly dancing her way through conversations with began with “you know, i don’t remember seeing you at any of the prayer meetings...” until finally, finally, they reached that accursed island.

she’d never been to wales before.

she had no idea what to expect.

what are you supposed to expect, when you’re all alone on a solo rescue mission going toe-to-toe with what can only be described as a cult?

but ivar--son of the enigmatic priest of the island, malcolm--was a nice surprise.

the only nice surprise that she’d find.

it wasn’t until she caught jeremy, sneaking home after what she could only guess had something to do with ffion, that she got her first flash of what would be a more and more grisly truth.

this island had its own god.

and something much more sinister than genesis had happened on this soil.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: bakar, ‘hell n back’ + mumford & sons, ‘little lion man’ + neil reid, ‘mother of mine’

let that fever make the water rise - a grace & choice au inspired by the ritual

it was supposed to be like a vacation. diana hadn’t had one in at least fifteen years. vida, even longer.

so why not hiking? why not the kungsleden--the king’s trail--in northern sweden?

the first two days were bliss. nothing but rolling hills, clear skies. up until:

“ah fuck!”

“vida--shit, vida, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m--urk!”

“all right, that was not a reassuring noise, let’s have a look at that--”

vida’s left knee went from pink to a swollen blue to an agonized, deep purple tinged with green over the course of next day. diana couldn’t bear to watch her struggle to keep up, especially when this was supposed to be a romantic break, nothing as taxing as the fieldwork happening back home.

by the light of a campfire, diana studied their map, humming. “what if we just cut through the forest?” she asked. “if we just went as the crow flies... it cuts the time in half. and you need medical attention, vida, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“has the battalion cleared this area?” vida returned her question with one of her own, eyes shining. the reflection of the fire made them look like stones polished by a river. “we wouldn’t run into anything, would we?”

diana smiled. “nothing we couldn’t handle, love, i’m sure.”

and diana didn’t change her mind when they set off the next morning... up until they found the disembowled carcass of an elk, placed up high in a tree like a religious icon.

she thought of morgan.

“diana, what--what put that up there? something had to have put that up there!”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: billie eilish, ‘bury a friend’ + two feet, ‘i feel like i’m drowning’ + coldplay, ‘paradise’

you can hear the river from my burial bed - a secret gardens au inspired by the legends of slenderman & mercy black, co-starring @agent-hood​

she wouldn’t say she wouldn’t remember. she did.

it was just that caroline janson had been in therapy for so long... she was no longer sure what of shards of her memories were real, and what would be, as dr. ward would say, hallucinations.

but she knew one thing: she was glad to be coming home.

“i hope chicken’s okay for your first night back,” parker began gently. “i’m just now realizing i forgot to ask--”

caroline smiled at her, “chicken would be great.”

she watched parker’s profile, as she opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. finally, she inhaled, then began, “you know... carter’s missed you since you’ve been gone...”

caroline rolled her eyes. “parker. it’s been a decade and a half. i seriously doubt it.”

“hey, who knows my brother better right now, me or you?”

that earned a huff... and a grin. subdued, but still there. “... okay. fine. but... maybe not tonight.” parker glanced at her once, and nodded.

“i understand. besides, maybe i want you all to myself for the first few days, anybody think about that?”

and caroline laughed.

and she wished that it felt like she wasn’t still being haunted.

mini soundtrack sampler includes:  oingo boingo, ‘dead man’s party’ + shaed, ‘trampoline’ + corrina repp, ‘only a beat’

don’t let it shake your steady thread-cutting hand - a royals & robots au inspired by kristy

it was hardly tilde’s idea to spend thanksgiving alone harvard. but between the pandemic, the weather, and her own growing agitation at her father’s behavior...

it just seemed easier.

and it wasn’t all bad. she still had prudence, who opted to stay with her out of love (and perhaps a lack of family--but she didn’t ask). and they had run of essentially the entire campus--there were several buildings that stayed opened, even over the holiday. the library being one.

but it wasn’t until one night, when they made a late night trip to a convenience store not far from tilde’s housing that things became... strange.

“pru. ... pru!” she whispered, snacks in one hand, the other on pru’s elbow. “... i think she’s following us.”

“she?” pru asked, lowly, careful to keep her eyes down, as if they were just having a very, very difficult time decided on what kind of poptarts they wanted.

tilde, face oddly blanched, couldn’t find her voice, so she just nodded.

at the end of the aisle, a figure in dark hoodie and skinny jeans passed out of view.

one of pru’s arms went around tilde’s waist. “don’t worry. i’m sure she’s just here at the same time as us. it’s a small store.”

tilde would remember that when she got home in time to find a snuff film loaded onto her laptop.

“oh shit--oh shit, oh god--!”

this is why she preferred halloween.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: yeah yeah yeahs, ‘heads will roll’ + rihanna, ‘disturbia’ + nonono, ‘pumpin’ blood’

[faegents]

@agent-hood , I am your secret santa! I hope you had a great Christmas, and I hope you enjoy this! (Sorry for the delay, but holiday pay was too good to pass up!)

Kieran loves his children. Parker, Carter, Declan, Shannon...all of them really (even Henry, if it was a little difficult to tell at times).

He didn't realize how much more love he had to give until the day he held his granddaughter. Little Ruby had him wrapped around her little fingers the moment he saw her. He hadn't been able to be there for Parker and Carter, but here was his second chance to be a part of someone's childhood.

"I'm going to teach you everything I know. I'm going to keep you safe, and I'm going to spoil you rotten when your mama isn't looking." He promises softly, kissing the wrinkled little forehead that peered out of the blankets. If he wasn't seeing things, he could have sworn the little girl smiled in her sleep.

"That's right." He smiles back. Aly comes up alongside him.

"Plotting already, babe?"

"You know it. Already planning the shovel talk for whoever thinks they're going to steal my grandbaby away."

"Why am I not surprised?" Aly kisses his cheek and kisses the baby's cheek. As she walks away, she can hear Kieran singing quietly.

Rest your head close to my heart,

Never to part, baby of mine...

@the-roanoke-society

[agents-of-virtue]

🌺 - surprise me

"There is no surprise about why I have a... Fondness, for Agent Hood. She reminds me of her mother. Bright, determined, headstrong. Although a fair bit of that could be from her father." Joan gave a soft laugh. "Nonetheless, Parker is a brilliant young woman on her own and she will go on to do great things. With or without the Society."

[agent-succubus]

For the Hozier ask: Agent Hood and Thorn, and any *non*-canon pairing for them that you wish

Hood: Shrike

Thorn: Someone New

Hood/Sully: Talk

Pushing Daisies: Almost(Sweet Music)

[theagentofarchives]

Agent Hood: *knock knock* Hi, so, I’ve brought this stack of reports from the latest field mission and- oh! I’ve also brought some tea? Nova mentioned you were low on Assam

Arch looked up from the files, two dogs laid in a corner and looked up at the agent. The snake around her shoulders moved to look at the agent as well. She offered a small warm smile at the agent, ‘ Come in, Thank you for getting the reports for me.’ She smiled even more hearing about the tea, ‘ Oh my! Thank you so much, I haven’t had a chance to get any more assam.’ The woman got up and got her kettle started, ‘Come have a seat. I’ll make some tea. Also don’t worry about Jaeger here, or Granath and Tharanak. They look scary but they are honestly docile til they need to be other wise.’ 

The larger of the two dogs walked over to the agent and moved the coat rack to view so the agent could place it up. Then walked over and nudged a seat out for her.