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Yaaasss. Dark is my latest obsession.

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MIA

I have been absent from the fandom for a looooong while it seems. But don’t worry, I will be on periodically!! I just have two awesome jobs at my University and will be graduating in Spring so things are pretty hectic! I have missed you all so much, especially @hotsauce418 , rereading your gems has eased exam stress!! Not to mention all the wonderful fic updates from @devereauxsdisease, @fragile-teacup, and a few others I know I am missing. While I haven’t been able to leave comments on AO3, know that I love your stories so much! <3

And mine....my little Through The Water fic has its last chapter within my drafts that I hope to finish soon. I did get to relive a brief moment of the fandom within Social Theory where I wrote a paper describing Durkheim’s Suicide constraints through Flame and Citron. I still have that paper if anyone is a social theorist and wants to read it (and I know you don’t). 

Now to wade through all my updates, fic reminders, and drafts to get back in the swing of things now that Winter Break has begun. #wheresmysmutathotty

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I'm not sure if chapter five will be chapter five or an epilogue. I'm still not sure how I want them to end.... Sorry for the long break, school started and I got a job so... Adulting is number one priority (I want to die *drowns*).

Through The Water (Spacedogs fic) Chpt 4 by WendigoRising

Blue shift [bloo-shift] noun Astronomy.

“A shift toward shorter wavelengths of the spectral lines of a celestial object, caused by the motion of the object toward the observer.”

—————

“Candy…was… wrong girl.” He waved his hand around before noticing the red. “Cowen’s girl…. fucked now.” Darko leaned against the door frame wiping his hands with his jacket. “He swung, I missed my chance. Now my fuckin’ eye’s bleeding, he’s got the girl and my coke. We need to fix this.” He walked back over to their apartment and disappeared into a haze of curses and a tantrum.

Nigel balked at the open wound Darko left in their presence. This was his shit and he wasn’t going to clean it up, not today, not again. Adam cleared his throat from the sink, he had moved farther into the apartment since Nigel opened the door. “If you leave, please make sure there’s no blood on my door. Thank you.” His words weren’t clipped nor particularly cruel, but they cut Nigel just the same. He checked the door and threshold before closing it. Adam moved items in the cupboard a half inch over to distract himself from Nigel’s encroachment.

“Adam I’m….” Nigel was never sure what to do with his fucking hands. He mainly just brushed the molecules around Adam’s shirt sleeve. He tried to be reassuring, in the only way he knew how, by being angry for both of them. Nigel’s agitation grew as he heard Darko next door throwing shit against the walls. He clenched his fist and walked out of Adam’s apartment, shutting the door quietly as he left. Adam stared at the door in his absence. He could feel the mire that seeped through the walls with every bang and curse.

It wasn’t easy living next to Nigel and Darko. The shouting, the …“activity” with the women and shady characters. Adam kept to himself mostly, going to the library for research on his personal quests for knowledge. Except for the few mail misshaps over the past several weeks Adam rarely spoke to Nigel, even less so to Darko.

Adam locked the door after Nigel left and went into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at his bookshelf. Even though he wasn’t tired or dressed properly for bed he laid down, he curled around his pillow and stared at the blue wall his bed was against. The yelling had stopped briefly nextdoor, but it always echoed through the walls. He thought of Nigel as he touched the small corner of his Hubble poster. He thought of that night.

The hollow drywall separating their apartments did little to dampen sound. Adam had grown tired of learning that fact day after day. He sat reading his favorite book in bed, contemplating the vast emptiness of space that was soon full of unknown life. He read in the evenings to help him sleep, even though their raucous behavior kept him up past midnight a few nights. His book fell onto his lap when he heard the bang from next door. He glared at the thin wall, he might as well have a window there. He closed his book and leaned over to turn off his bedside lamp. The rattle and clank of the water heater made him sigh as he turned the lamp back on to find his earplugs.

He’d gone through eight pairs in the course of two weeks. He’d have to buy more the next time he went to the library. At least his bedroom was closer to the back end of Nigel and Darko’s apartment, he could escape there when his living room became alive with people he didn’t want to meet. Adam dropped one of the tiny bits of foam and had to hop out of the comfort of his bed. He heard the sliding door of the shower adjacent to his bedroom wall slide open and slam shut. He sighed, again, as he reached through the darkness of space under his bed for the quark of foam. Adam started to think his speech would be replaced by disgusted sighs.

The water made its familiar screech as it blasted through the faucet in the shower. Over the whine and stutter of pipes and flow he heard a muffled voice. Adam wasn’t prone to eavesdropping on his neighbors however the voice sounded lovely over the flow of water. The resonant timbre and foreign words had him crawling over his sheets. He put his ear to the cool wall, the water made it vibrate and hum steadily. He forgot about his foam.

The voice continued to sing, growing softer after a few minutes, growing sorrowful after a few more. Adam looked at the wall where he imagined the voice to be, he felt rude. He shouldn’t have been so eager to listen in. He laid back down on his bed over his blankets, his hand still resting on the wall, one earplug lost, the other held loosely in his hand. The lamentations hummed along with the ebb and flow of the water. He caressed the wall trying to soothe the voice behind it. In a disquieting moment Adam pressed himself against the wall. He wanted the voice to stop its mournful weeping and go back to singing. “Shhh.” He quietly whispered as he traced imaginary lines on the wall with his fingers. The water collapsed within the pipes as the faucet was shut off. Adam waited with his ear against the wall, he could hear quiet tinks of water droplets before the harsh sliding door was opened. 

That was the first night he heard Nigel, of course Adam heard him a million times over, but what he heard that night was an echo of something true, like the fading pulses of a distant supernova. He didn’t know that he would hear it again a week later, just as chilling and haunting as it was the first night. He didn’t know it would keep him up against the wall, pressing his hand against it, trying to calm the sadness. Adam plucked at his pillow as he heard Darko leave the apartment, slamming the door and stomping down the stairs. He knew Nigel didn’t go with him, he could feel him through the wall. Just as he felt him this morning in the shower, as he felt him on the couch next to him this evening. His dying star. Adam would never tell Nigel that he was the rat within his wall.

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Not gonna lie...

I got an ao3 comment on my recent fic chapter that legit made me cry. You guys are so sweet and supportive, life has been really shitty for me and my bf as of late. The Fannibal fandom has been a bright light in my life and I’m very glad that I decided to watch Hannibal on a whim and get obsessed with it and find all of you. 💜💜

You're all so accepting of different people and their quarks. It's nice to have that kind of positive friendship atmosphere.

Thank you all! 💐

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Through The Water (Spacedogs fic) Chpt 4 by WendigoRising

Blue shift [bloo-shift] noun Astronomy.

“A shift toward shorter wavelengths of the spectral lines of a celestial object, caused by the motion of the object toward the observer.”

—————

“Candy…was… wrong girl.” He waved his hand around before noticing the red. “Cowen’s girl…. fucked now.” Darko leaned against the door frame wiping his hands with his jacket. “He swung, I missed my chance. Now my fuckin’ eye’s bleeding, he’s got the girl and my coke. We need to fix this.” He walked back over to their apartment and disappeared into a haze of curses and a tantrum.

Nigel balked at the open wound Darko left in their presence. This was his shit and he wasn’t going to clean it up, not today, not again. Adam cleared his throat from the sink, he had moved farther into the apartment since Nigel opened the door. “If you leave, please make sure there’s no blood on my door. Thank you.” His words weren’t clipped nor particularly cruel, but they cut Nigel just the same. He checked the door and threshold before closing it. Adam moved items in the cupboard a half inch over to distract himself from Nigel’s encroachment.

“Adam I’m….” Nigel was never sure what to do with his fucking hands. He mainly just brushed the molecules around Adam’s shirt sleeve. He tried to be reassuring, in the only way he knew how, by being angry for both of them. Nigel’s agitation grew as he heard Darko next door throwing shit against the walls. He clenched his fist and walked out of Adam’s apartment, shutting the door quietly as he left. Adam stared at the door in his absence. He could feel the mire that seeped through the walls with every bang and curse.

It wasn’t easy living next to Nigel and Darko. The shouting, the …“activity” with the women and shady characters. Adam kept to himself mostly, going to the library for research on his personal quests for knowledge. Except for the few mail misshaps over the past several weeks Adam rarely spoke to Nigel, even less so to Darko.

Adam locked the door after Nigel left and went into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at his bookshelf. Even though he wasn’t tired or dressed properly for bed he laid down, he curled around his pillow and stared at the blue wall his bed was against. The yelling had stopped briefly nextdoor, but it always echoed through the walls. He thought of Nigel as he touched the small corner of his Hubble poster. He thought of that night.

The hollow drywall separating their apartments did little to dampen sound. Adam had grown tired of learning that fact day after day. He sat reading his favorite book in bed, contemplating the vast emptiness of space that was soon full of unknown life. He read in the evenings to help him sleep, even though their raucous behavior kept him up past midnight a few nights. His book fell onto his lap when he heard the bang from next door. He glared at the thin wall, he might as well have a window there. He closed his book and leaned over to turn off his bedside lamp. The rattle and clank of the water heater made him sigh as he turned the lamp back on to find his earplugs.

He’d gone through eight pairs in the course of two weeks. He’d have to buy more the next time he went to the library. At least his bedroom was closer to the back end of Nigel and Darko’s apartment, he could escape there when his living room became alive with people he didn’t want to meet. Adam dropped one of the tiny bits of foam and had to hop out of the comfort of his bed. He heard the sliding door of the shower adjacent to his bedroom wall slide open and slam shut. He sighed, again, as he reached through the darkness of space under his bed for the quark of foam. Adam started to think his speech would be replaced by disgusted sighs.

The water made its familiar screech as it blasted through the faucet in the shower. Over the whine and stutter of pipes and flow he heard a muffled voice. Adam wasn’t prone to eavesdropping on his neighbors however the voice sounded lovely over the flow of water. The resonant timbre and foreign words had him crawling over his sheets. He put his ear to the cool wall, the water made it vibrate and hum steadily. He forgot about his foam.

The voice continued to sing, growing softer after a few minutes, growing sorrowful after a few more. Adam looked at the wall where he imagined the voice to be, he felt rude. He shouldn’t have been so eager to listen in. He laid back down on his bed over his blankets, his hand still resting on the wall, one earplug lost, the other held loosely in his hand. The lamentations hummed along with the ebb and flow of the water. He caressed the wall trying to soothe the voice behind it. In a disquieting moment Adam pressed himself against the wall. He wanted the voice to stop its mournful weeping and go back to singing. “Shhh.” He quietly whispered as he traced imaginary lines on the wall with his fingers. The water collapsed within the pipes as the faucet was shut off. Adam waited with his ear against the wall, he could hear quiet tinks of water droplets before the harsh sliding door was opened. 

That was the first night he heard Nigel, of course Adam heard him a million times over, but what he heard that night was an echo of something true, like the fading pulses of a distant supernova. He didn’t know that he would hear it again a week later, just as chilling and haunting as it was the first night. He didn’t know it would keep him up against the wall, pressing his hand against it, trying to calm the sadness. Adam plucked at his pillow as he heard Darko leave the apartment, slamming the door and stomping down the stairs. He knew Nigel didn’t go with him, he could feel him through the wall. Just as he felt him this morning in the shower, as he felt him on the couch next to him this evening. His dying star. Adam would never tell Nigel that he was the rat within his wall.

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Feels.

Right in.

Ow.

Lucas, The Hunt & Joe, Beyond the Gates

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OMG right?! Fuckin Todd pissed me off with that. I was thinking the whole time "See, that's why Aaron hit you Todd."

so I started reading chaos walking and this fucking little twit character todd keeps smacking his dog. and I’m just like….

fuck him up mayor prentiss

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Through The Water (Spacedogs fic) Chpt 4 by WendigoRising

Blue shift [bloo-shift] noun Astronomy.

“A shift toward shorter wavelengths of the spectral lines of a celestial object, caused by the motion of the object toward the observer.”

—————

“Candy…was… wrong girl.” He waved his hand around before noticing the red. “Cowen’s girl…. fucked now.” Darko leaned against the door frame wiping his hands with his jacket. “He swung, I missed my chance. Now my fuckin’ eye’s bleeding, he’s got the girl and my coke. We need to fix this.” He walked back over to their apartment and disappeared into a haze of curses and a tantrum.

Nigel balked at the open wound Darko left in their presence. This was his shit and he wasn’t going to clean it up, not today, not again. Adam cleared his throat from the sink, he had moved farther into the apartment since Nigel opened the door. “If you leave, please make sure there’s no blood on my door. Thank you.” His words weren’t clipped nor particularly cruel, but they cut Nigel just the same. He checked the door and threshold before closing it. Adam moved items in the cupboard a half inch over to distract himself from Nigel’s encroachment.

“Adam I’m….” Nigel was never sure what to do with his fucking hands. He mainly just brushed the molecules around Adam’s shirt sleeve. He tried to be reassuring, in the only way he knew how, by being angry for both of them. Nigel’s agitation grew as he heard Darko next door throwing shit against the walls. He clenched his fist and walked out of Adam’s apartment, shutting the door quietly as he left. Adam stared at the door in his absence. He could feel the mire that seeped through the walls with every bang and curse.

It wasn’t easy living next to Nigel and Darko. The shouting, the …“activity” with the women and shady characters. Adam kept to himself mostly, going to the library for research on his personal quests for knowledge. Except for the few mail misshaps over the past several weeks Adam rarely spoke to Nigel, even less so to Darko.

Adam locked the door after Nigel left and went into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at his bookshelf. Even though he wasn’t tired or dressed properly for bed he laid down, he curled around his pillow and stared at the blue wall his bed was against. The yelling had stopped briefly nextdoor, but it always echoed through the walls. He thought of Nigel as he touched the small corner of his Hubble poster. He thought of that night.

The hollow drywall separating their apartments did little to dampen sound. Adam had grown tired of learning that fact day after day. He sat reading his favorite book in bed, contemplating the vast emptiness of space that was soon full of unknown life. He read in the evenings to help him sleep, even though their raucous behavior kept him up past midnight a few nights. His book fell onto his lap when he heard the bang from next door. He glared at the thin wall, he might as well have a window there. He closed his book and leaned over to turn off his bedside lamp. The rattle and clank of the water heater made him sigh as he turned the lamp back on to find his earplugs.

He’d gone through eight pairs in the course of two weeks. He’d have to buy more the next time he went to the library. At least his bedroom was closer to the back end of Nigel and Darko’s apartment, he could escape there when his living room became alive with people he didn’t want to meet. Adam dropped one of the tiny bits of foam and had to hop out of the comfort of his bed. He heard the sliding door of the shower adjacent to his bedroom wall slide open and slam shut. He sighed, again, as he reached through the darkness of space under his bed for the quark of foam. Adam started to think his speech would be replaced by disgusted sighs.

The water made its familiar screech as it blasted through the faucet in the shower. Over the whine and stutter of pipes and flow he heard a muffled voice. Adam wasn’t prone to eavesdropping on his neighbors however the voice sounded lovely over the flow of water. The resonant timbre and foreign words had him crawling over his sheets. He put his ear to the cool wall, the water made it vibrate and hum steadily. He forgot about his foam.

The voice continued to sing, growing softer after a few minutes, growing sorrowful after a few more. Adam looked at the wall where he imagined the voice to be, he felt rude. He shouldn’t have been so eager to listen in. He laid back down on his bed over his blankets, his hand still resting on the wall, one earplug lost, the other held loosely in his hand. The lamentations hummed along with the ebb and flow of the water. He caressed the wall trying to soothe the voice behind it. In a disquieting moment Adam pressed himself against the wall. He wanted the voice to stop its mournful weeping and go back to singing. “Shhh.” He quietly whispered as he traced imaginary lines on the wall with his fingers. The water collapsed within the pipes as the faucet was shut off. Adam waited with his ear against the wall, he could hear quiet tinks of water droplets before the harsh sliding door was opened. 

That was the first night he heard Nigel, of course Adam heard him a million times over, but what he heard that night was an echo of something true, like the fading pulses of a distant supernova. He didn’t know that he would hear it again a week later, just as chilling and haunting as it was the first night. He didn’t know it would keep him up against the wall, pressing his hand against it, trying to calm the sadness. Adam plucked at his pillow as he heard Darko leave the apartment, slamming the door and stomping down the stairs. He knew Nigel didn’t go with him, he could feel him through the wall. Just as he felt him this morning in the shower, as he felt him on the couch next to him this evening. His dying star. Adam would never tell Nigel that he was the rat within his wall.

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Yaaaasssss. *bounces* Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

You asked for it, you’ll get it!

It’s time for  #EatTheRare 2.0!

In case you don’t know, EatTheRare is all about the rare pairs, meaning all those ships from Hannibal other than Hannigram, and all the ones involving Mads’ and Hugh’s numerous roles.

Be it Bedelia/Hannibal, Alana/Margot, the ever popular Basic Chickens, Valhalla Enchanted, or the lesser known Royale Instinct, or something else entirely. Is there no ship among these that strikes your fancy? Why not create one yourself! The possibilities are endless! And if you need help pairing the characters, there is this amazing Rarepair Generator.

Of course, none of these have to be romantic and/or sexual. All kinds of relationships are allowed and encouraged: friendships, ace relationships, or anything else, all are valid and allowed!

We want to encourage you to explore and create, to come up with your own story for how these characters met or deepen an existing relationships. Canon or not, all ships deserve love!

This is why Hannibal Cre-Ate-Ive decided to hold the second #EatTheRare fest!

Here’s how you can participate: Write/draw/create anything for a Rarepair, either a Mads/Hugh minor ship (meaning no Spacedogs and Tristhad due to their popularity and the fact that they have their own events) or a Hannibal minor pairing (meaning no Hannigram) and post it on Tumblr, Twitter or anywhere from September 24th to October 1st with the tag #EatTheRare.

A big thank you to @breannadolly​ who provided the beautiful banner!

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This is so wonderful, I love it. 💜💜

Nigel’s hands shook as he stared around the room, itching for a smoke and wishing like fucking hell he’d just stayed home instead of falling for Gabi’s ultimatum.

‘You either go this party, Nigel, or I am done.’

He saw her across the room, chatting up some asshole he wanted to punch the minute he’d been introduced, Charlie something.

Not that he cared enough to remember.

Nigel growled and headed for the balcony of this asshole’s apartment, the cold night air making him feel normal for the first time all night.

“Fucking Gabi, make me go to this fucking thing.”

“I don’t like parties either,” came a soft voice to his left, making him jerk in surprise.

There was a small man leaning against the metal bars, staring up at the sky. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt in fucking summer and a sweater vest. Nigel saw a bead of sweat go down the other man’s cheek as he watched.

“I don’t like THIS party,” Nigel corrected, taking out a smoke and putting it between his lips, “Not that she fucking cares.”

He flicked his lighter and saw the other man’s nose wrinkle in distaste.

“It’s rude to smoke at someone else’s house,” he muttered, “And it’s rude to swear in polite conversation.”

Nigel took a drag and laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not fucking polite, darling, so it’s fine,” he looked at the curls, blue eyes, and strangely cute ears.

Fuck he was pretty.

He’d fucked a few guys what felt like a lifetime ago, quick jerks in the back of clubs he barely remembered but the idea of this one under him made his dick twitch.

“My name is Adam,” blue eyes said, still frowning.

Nigel held out his hand and it lingered there untouched, finally dropping as he smirked, “Nigel.”

Adam stared at the cigarette in his hand, and then back at Nigel’s face. “You’re…”

“Why the hell are you wearing a sweater in fucking June?” Adam’s cheeks reddened as he stared again up at the sky, looking quite upset and Nigel kicked himself mentally for the outburst. “Fuck, I’m sorry darling I just…”

“Henry invited me and I didn’t even want to come, but he’s the only one at work who’s nice to me and I thought it would be rude not to come. Now I know I should’ve just stayed home, and I…I like sweaters. I don’t like to show my arms.”

Nigel sighed, “It’s fucking ninety degrees, Adam. Take off the sweater.”

Adam looked at him again, still visibly upset.

“I don’t…”

“I promise you, darling, you’ll feel better.”

Adam lifted his arms and pulled off the sweater vest, staring at the clothes in his arms. “I feel like I’m taking off clothes at someone else’s home and it’s not for sex, so it’s strange.”

Nigel laughed, “I promise you, no one noticed.”

Adam smiled, “You did.”

Nigel grinned. “You’re hard to ignore.”

Adam stared at his arms. “I’m still hot but I don’t–”

Nigel tossed his cigarette off the balcony and came over, taking his hand and starting to undo the buttons at his wrist. He didn’t look up but felt Adam practically vibrating against his chest.

“All right, darling?”

A pause. “I’m not used to other people touching me.”

Nigel looked up after having undone the third button, paused and asked, “You want me to stop?”

Adam licked his lips and Nigel watched his throat work in a swallow. He felt his dick twitch thinking about other things Adam could do with that mouth.

“No, I like this. You’re handsome and I’m sexually excited.”

Nigel smirked. “You don’t like to play around, do you darling?”

“No, do you?”

Nigel began rolling up his sleeve.

“With the right person playing can be quite fun.”

Adam opened his mouth ready to speak when the door behind them opened. Gabi looked annoyed though hardly noticed when Nigel let go of Adam.

“I thought you’d left,” she said, taking out a pack and lighting a cigarette.

Her displeasure at finding out he hadn’t was obvious.

“No, gorgeous. I’m out here making friends.”

Gabi scoffed. “Right.”

Nigel licked his lip and looked at Adam, who seemed interested in Gabi more than him now.

“Gabi, this is my friend Adam. Adam,” he felt almost bad to admit it, “This is my wife.”

Adam’s face fell and Gabi didn’t even look their way.

“Nice to meet you,” she said amused, “It’s nice to meet a friend of Nigel’s who isn’t a criminal.”

Adam said, “Nice to meet you too,” he rolled down his sleeve, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Nigel stepped forward just as Adam stepped away, the look they shared full of something Nigel knew he couldn’t pursue.

“I’ll be out here,” he said softly as Adam turned.

“Ok.”

Nigel didn’t see Adam the rest of the night and when he found Henry the other man said Adam had left.

He didn’t expect to see Adam again, which was just better for all involved.

Then a year later Gabi filed for divorce and Nigel moved to California to open a bar with Darko.

He was much happier divorced, truth be told, though he hadn’t felt that way in the beginning. Gabi had admitted fucking Charlie, he’d been arrested for beating the shit out of that little weasel, and the last thing he’d expected was to let her go.

One sentence changed that.

They’d fought enough after she’d admitted it and Nigel refused to move out so Gabi had instead. He’d cooled off after a few weeks and they’d met in a cafe.

“Why the hell would you fuck him? You–”

“Nigel, when we met I could feel it. You know? Like you and I, but it was stronger. He made me smile just by being there. Have you ever met anyone who made you feel that way?”

Nigel thought of Adam.

“You. You made me feel that way.”

She took his hands across the table.

“You once made me feel that way, but not any longer. I don’t think you do either.”

He didn’t argue.

The week after signing Darko asked him to come to California and he had no reason to stay despite thoughts of Adam’s sweet smile.

Running away from all the bullshit made much more sense.

The first night BLANK is open, Nigel gets lost in the crowd. He and Darko agreed he was best served behind the bar since he could charm the fuck out of anyone within hearing distance while Darko worked best dealing with money.

He wasn’t alone, the quick speaking lithe thing named Shari had been one of their first hires and Nigel loved to shoot the shit with her though she wouldn’t fuck him because as she’d said she “wasn’t that stupid.”

It was just as well, really. He’d been in Cali for four months and hadn’t even thought about sex. There were still lingering memories of Gabi, of warm smiles he liked to remember and angry glares he tried to forget.

So he worked, winking and flirting on through till someone sat down that made him drop a bottle of vodka onto the floor.

Adam was chatting up Shari, his nose wrinkled in distaste and her annoyance obvious. Nigel drank him in, the warmth and surprise at seeing his lovely face again just intoxicating.

He came over and got between them.

“Switch with me, darling,” he winked at Shari who rolled her eyes and took off.

Nigel looked at Adam and saw his distaste had turned to anger.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore–”

Adam stood up and left the stool. Nigel was very confused.

Continued on ao3 here: Playing 

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Seriously should have been done as an extra. "Therapy With Hannibal"...

If Hannibal meets Mads.

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Daydreaming and fic ideas....huh...

PSA: Mads Mikkelsen’s chest hair is distracting. It leads to daydreaming and fic ideas.

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Go ooooooonnnnnn........

#WIP Meme

Copy and paste the last sentence you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words in the line. Tagged by @cinnamaldeide . I normally don’t do these, but I just finished writing and thought, Why not. The last line is so comically out of context and full of innuendo I could not resist. “Let me have you.” Nigel pressed the words to the shell of Will’s ear like a secret. “Consume you in this one way that we can both survive.” I don’t have many folks I know write that I’m comfortable tagging, so just a few. Sorry if you’ve already done it! @le-wendigogo @zacharybosch @blind-inviting-alleys @weconqueratdawn

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I don't know if this just speaks to my standards of men or dairy products but... Who TF would turn down a guy with a snazzy suit, cheese, AND a huge dong.... Like.... Hello?!

MÆND & HØNS

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You ever have your time of the month and just think....

Previously on Hannibal...

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Shit..... Ahhh shit... 😍😍😍

someone please write me filthy af porn with older politician!Mads and high school Lolita!Will (or Lolita!Hugh)