#spymaster au

[swiftfrost]

Working on Itama stuff

[palant1r]

So y’all know that post where Sokka fakes his death? Yeah

[obsessoctopus]

what if when sokka "died" zuko took up the guise of the blue spirit again and katara the painted lady to enact revenge? zuko and katara revenge trip 2.0??

[kanerallels]

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But of course, bestie!!! A quote from my next Steve Miller/Spymaster one-shot:

Hera Syndulla stared at him with her mouth open for a moment, then shook her head slowly. “Do I even want to know?”

“This was a total accident,” Kanan said, attempting for some degree of dignity. Which was probably impossible upside down.

Hera was clearly trying not to laugh as she said, “Oh, I believe that. You’re the only person I know who could get into these situations accidentally.”

[kyoshizukka]

I have just finished+posted a fic inspired by @zukkababey’s Spymaster AU!

i’m holding my breath for you; there’s no doubt in my mind if you could, then you would try (completed, 3 chapters, 11k words)

Summary: The war has been over for over 8 years, yet some people are still unhappy. It's clear that the Firelord and Firelady aren't going down anytime soon. That doesn't mean they can't hit close to home, though. Besides, Ambassador Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe is an easy target anyway.

I worked very hard on this! I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it!

[aimlessfool]

Sneak peek of a Spymaster!Daud comic I’m woking on

[honeybeelia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Azula (Avatar) Additional Tags: Ambassador Sokka (Avatar), spymaster au Summary:

The war ended and it seems as if the world is entering an age of peace. In the past years, the Fire Nation has accepted Zuko's mission of peace, working with the nations to repair relations after a hundred years of war.

Sokka, as the Southern Water Tribe's ambassador, has been working closely with Zuko. On a diplomatic trip, Sokka finds himself caught in a scheme that threatens the new peace.

Inspired by @zukkababey‘s spymaster au on tumblr.

[behind-the-hood]

Could you do more spymaster Laurent, with Laurent mocking Damen for his naïveté and Damen cursing him for his heartlessness?

Damen waits, angry, watching as the man collects his knife from the assassin's neck. He'd come from the shadows, hiding in Damen's rooms for no telling how long, and took out the assassin just before he'd cut open Damen's throat.

"You're nothing but a cruel, heartless killer," Damen seethes. This deception within his own palace is sickening enough, but that Damen had been instructed to lie still and wait, to trust--

The man, the spymaster, chuckles. The purr of it nearly sends a shiver down his spine. "And you are a fool for ever doubting me, Damianos."

Damen straightens, squares his shoulders back. "I wasn't aware we were so familiar with one another."

Passed the mask covering a pale nose and pink lips, Damen knows the spymaster is smiling. "Not so much on your end," he says. "But I'm very aware of you, Damianos. You might even say..." He leans closer, hand on Damen's chest and their lips sperated by little more than the mask on his face. "Intimately."

Damen takes a harsh breath, his eyes widening. Then he glares.

They always fall back on the topic of Jokaste. "Why might I say that?"

He can see the blue eyes crinkle at the corners, and knows the man is smiling. He doesn't know if he's quite brave enough to rip down the mask and see the face as a whole. Doesn't know if he's brave enough to ask for a name. Doesn't know if he dares. But he wants to.

The man kisses him, and he kisses in return, with neither allowing emotion to show through their eyes. The man has only done this once before, and Damen had been shocked into stillness then; he is not so now.

He lifts his hand, slowly, and cups the man's cheek.

Time feels slow and the moment drawn out. Blue eyes narrow with suspicion, but he doesn't pull away. Not yet.

Damen dares.

He hooks a finger over the hem of the mask, and before he can even ask for permission to pull it down, his hand is removed and he's being forcefully shoved back. His knees catch on the bed, and he falls back against the mattress with little grace.

The man straddles his lap, and Damen waits for the knife to be at his throat, a threat to be whispered against his ear.

It doesn't come. The man sits, quiet and watching, eyes assessing and dangerous. "You want me."

Damen doesn't deny it.

His head tilts. "Interesting."

Damen, once more daring, lets his hands rest on muscular thighs, wondering where else this night may take him.