#twelve years baybeeeee

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Getting Comfy?

Eleventh Prompt: Arriving upstairs in the Elfsong for the first time

Act Three spoilers

C/W: Mildly NSFW, somebody has some spicy thoughts

Summary: The party takes a rest day in their new inn room, and Vier and Astarion have a moment to themselves. One of them has a better time of it than the other. (1117 words)

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Vier knew she should have cased the place. She and her companions should have taken the rest of the day turning that entire luxurious inn room inside out, looking for any secret entryways, hidden traps, or lurking doppelgangers waiting to strike. Hells, at the very least, she should have removed her armor, heavy and dirty as it was.

Instead, she made a beeline for the first bed she could see, and with the loudest, most unholy clatter she had ever made, she flopped onto it face-first. Lathander help her, no bed had ever felt so wonderful, even through all the plate mail. How long had it been since she’d last slept in a proper room with proper linens and a proper pillow? Weeks? Months? With all of the everything constantly happening, it was hard to keep track, especially when traveling through a place like the Shadow-cursed Lands where “day” and “night” were subjective concepts.

Although her friends had been well ahead of her in spreading throughout the room and doing as they would, Vier wearily picked her head up from the pillow and directed, “We’re calling it for the day here. Gods know we could use the rest.” Immediately, she felt her head grow thrice as heavy, and it landed back down on the pillow with a heavy fluff. She absolutely would’ve slept the rest of the day, and well into the next, if it hadn’t been for a voice purring directly into her ear.

“You know, if you need help getting all that armor off, undressing is one of my specialties.”

If she hadn’t been so tired, Vier might’ve jumped out of her skin at Astarion’s sudden appearance at her bedside.  Groggily, she pushed herself up into a seated position on the bed. Apparently, he hadn’t been entirely making an innuendo, as he’d stripped out of his own leathers and changed into his casuals in record time, with nary a white hair out of place.

In that case, Vier thought, perhaps I’ll play your game, dear.

“Unless you want to sleep in full plate, of course,” he sassed. “I promise I won’t judge.”

She stood up from the bed and held her arms out at shoulder height, looking him dead in the eyes. “Alright then, expert,” she said with a sleepy smile, “Get to it. And try not to scuff anything.”

For a moment, it seemed as though Astarion hadn’t actually expected Vier to take him up on the offer, his eyes rounding and his lips quirking into that tiny surprised pout that always made her heart melt. But in a flash, he was right back in his element - perhaps even more so than Vier had expected, as he knew exactly what pieces of armor needed to come off first. His pale hands traveled first to the pauldron straps under her arms, and Vier couldn’t help but watch his delicate fingers undoing the buckles with ease.

Next, the gorget, and damn it, if Vier didn’t feel her skin light up in the brief moment Astarion’s fingers tucked beneath the collar to separate the two pieces. She was quite thoroughly awake now. Hardly a minute into the process, and she was already picturing him foregoing the rest of it and burying his teeth into her throat right there. The cuirass next, and it seemed to her that he was looking her in the eye almost as much as he was looking at the buckles. He was absolutely doing this on purpose, wanting to watch her sweat as he stood so close, carefully removing each piece. It was almost embarrassing how little he had to do to turn her into a desperate mess.

Then vambraces, and he really seemed to take his sweet time with those, working up the arm as though he was kissing his way from hand to shoulder, rather than simply removing armor. By the time the leg guards were all that remained, and Astarion took to a knee to undo the final straps, Vier was ready to mount his face right there and ride those plush lips straight to Lathander’s rosy golden shores.

But damn it all, she simply couldn’t. She’d promised him they were going to take things at his pace, promised that she would wait until he was comfortable touching her again. Perhaps she’d misread the situation - he hadn’t intended any of this to be sexual at all, outside of the innuendo, and it was just the fact they hadn’t been intimate in some time that was causing her to react so strongly. Sure, she could always take care of things herself, but it wasn’t the same. And while he had made it clear he was fine with her having a bit of fun with others, she absolutely did not want any others. Vier wanted Astarion and Astarion alone, but he was the one thing that at that moment, she absolutely could not have.

She chose to play that game, and she lost hard.

Swiftly, her raging libido grew tempered with cold, wet guilt. It was the night of the tiefling party all over again, and she was once more kicking herself for merely having desires. By the time Vier was finished stewing in her mixed feelings, Astarion had neatly tucked away the armor pieces beside the bed. “I’m sure you know how to remove the rest,” he said with a sly smile, “or do you need a refresher?”

Vier responded just a bit more brusquely than she intended, “I–No, no, I’m quite alright, thank you,” and Astarion’s eyebrows rose in response.

“Is something the matter, dear?” he asked, a look of gentle concern on his face.

“No, just…” Vier answered hesitantly. “Thoughts. Lots of thoughts.” Thoughts that she didn’t want to burden him with, for he had enough on his plate as it was.

“Well, I would tell you to have less of those, but that thought-filled brain is something I rather like about you,” Astarion replied as he wrapped his arms about Vier and planted a chaste kiss on the top of her blue-haired head. “But if the pressure gets to be too much in that sweet noggin of yours, talk to me and let them out. I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener, you know.”

Vier hugged Astarion in return, burying her face into his chest and sighing heavily. “I promise I will. But for now…I think I want to see if this place has a bath, actually. A soak in something that isn’t a muddy riverside would be nice right now.”

“Do let me know if there’s room for two, won’t you?”

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. It never ends.

“Promise.”

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The Hannibal watching finally resumes! I might have gotten back to it in December, but that month SUUUUUCKED for me, in ways I cannot begin to summarize.

But this is a new month. A new year, even! And I am ready.

Also I took notes

Season 2! We in it baybeeeee

Hanni doing what he does best - slicing dat meat

Oh hai Jack

Reflections

Oh shit son

The girls are FIGHTING

One one hand, go Hannibal. On the other, FUCK HIM UP JACK

Oh damn, DAYUM, Jack just fucking BODIES him, Jesus

Jack with the tie garrote for the win… hold up!

Glass to the neck! Ah, who could have seen it coming?

Jack: *record scratch* yeah that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here…

Twelve weeks earlier…

So is this entire season just flashbacks to show how we get from the end of season one to Mizumono? Because okay, that’s a way to do it I suppose.

Moar meat

Oooooh sea urchin too

Hai again Jack

Title drop

“I never feel guilty eating anything.” Lol Hannibal

Talking about Will. Jack feels guilty, AS HE SHOULD.

Hanni says investigate me, bitch

My baby boyyyyyyy ❤️

Him fish

The stag. He’s thinking of Hannibal.

Ah, Chilton! You look a lot better than the last time I saw you, lol.

Also, surviving what you did? Respect.

Speaking of Chilton, what an asshole. He’s only saved in the series because he’s played by Raul Esparza, but movie Chilton? No redeeming qualities. ZERO.

Cynthia Nixon!

She’s an administrator, huh?

Everybody trying to figure out what went wrong with Will. It starts with an H and ends with annibal

New case!

Poor guys, lol

Bedelia!

Hanni just wants to see bae

“I miss him.” *screeching into the void*

“Will is my friend.” *currently emitting a noise only dogs can hear*

Hanni: hey boo

Will: alright time to seduce a cannibal how hard can it be?

Light years from friendship, lol okay sure Will

Oh shit, damn. Will with clarity is hot as fuuuuuuuck. Hannibal doesn’t stand a chance.

Y’know, I like Mads Mikkelsen as much as the next guy, but that’s a liiiiiittle close for me

BEV! God I love her. And don’t worry, I know the terrible irony in my saying that. I’m not going into this series COMPLETELY blind, after all

“It’ll be your evidence that convicts Will.” Boy she sure looks happy about that, lol.

Time to see how the other half lives, eh Hanni?

Water bloated bodies, lovely

I love fountain pens

I think Hannibal is very turned on that Will knows him, in a sense.

I ❤️ Gillian Anderson

Seeing these interactions between Hanni and Bedelia, I can more easily accept them running off to Europe together. Bedennibal doesn’t hold a candle to Hannigram, of course.

THE DOGS ❤️❤️❤️

Winston!!!!1!! He goes home to wait for Will 😭😭😭

That’s right, blame the encephalitis

Chilton you motherfucker

Hypnosis time

Dang Will, this is so not relaxing, lol

Quite a feast

EAR

more food! And vegetarian this time! Hannibal, you’re branching out!

Will won’t talk to Chilton - he’s a smart cookie

Hannibal: he thinks of me so much? Awwww boo…

Packed subway train. Thank god I’ve never been on one. So many people near me would give me a freaking mental breakdown.

“Nice skin.” Asdfjklbfjblk this is exactly what would happen, my mind tells me

That guy’s probably dead

Inside the mind of a killer. Would be creepy if the show wasn’t named after the baddest killer of them all, lol.

Hey Zeller!

Jimmy! I love you too! Always gotta show love to one of the Kids in the Hall

Bev is still thinking ��

I freaking love Bev and Will’s friendship, seriously

Getting a consult

Ah, prison food. Not like the stuff hanni made for you, huh?

So… Hannibal forces a long pipe down Will’s throat. At what point exactly does this stop being subtle?

Wait, was it even supposed to be subtle? Lmaooo. (I am aware it was not)

And that’s the story of the ear

Jack, feeling contemplative. Still wondering what went wrong.

I’m still crying over Winston *sobs*

I still like Alana, dang it.

“Hannibal’s not guilty.” Lmaooo Jack you are a leading FBI agent, this isn’t a good look for you, my dude.

Side note: I love Jack, partially because he’s Laurence Fishburne, but even the Scott Glenn one is alright. But he is kind of a dick.

Moar fishing

Dreaming about Jack - Hanni would be so jealous, lol

My blorbo ❤️

Hannibal just stares at Will’s empty chair, lmaooo this pining loser

Is this the exact moment where it hits home for Hannibal that Will being in jail means he can’t see him as much? Lol.

Oh dang, my dude is still alive! What a fucking trooper.

That is quite a display of bodies.

And that’s Kaiseki, finished. Good cliffhanger, lol

(btw the fact that my twelfth note is the twelve weeks earlier caption? A happy accident, I assure you.)

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MATEO JIMINEZ || 25 || THE WORK IN PROGRESS

tw: drugs, foster system

- mateo was born in columbia, and he lived his life there with his parents until he was around 12 years old. when he was twelve his father was arrested for trafficking drugs and he was taken out of his parents’ custody.

- he spent three years in a public foster house in colombia until by some miracle he was adopted by a couple from the bronx

- his adoptive father is also colombian, but he has several other foster siblings of varying ages because his parents are career foster parents and have been for the last 15-20 years. 

- while he doesn’t see them as ‘parents’ persay, they’re his family and he loves them for giving him a second chance at having a real family since he was never able to track down his birth parents after the bust.

- mateo is what could be described as the strong silent type. he keeps to himself most of the time, and after being brought to the states he worked really hard in school so that he could make his foster parents proud.

- unfortunately he just wasn’t inclined to memorizing facts? he wasn’t very good at school except with history and math. for that reason, he’s always kind of felt like he was ‘stupid’ and the fact that people often treat him that way due to his quiet nature has only reinforced that negative self thought so that’s kind of a rough spot for him

- his grades weren’t really good enough for scholarships and his family didn’t have enough to send every foster kid to school, so after high school mateo got a position as a security guard. he was a big guy and it seemed like easy work to do until he figured out his ‘real job’.

- well it’s been like 7 years and he’s still working in security, both at cornell during the school week and bouncing in clubs on the weekends.

- he feels kind of stuck doing that because he doesn’t have a lot of confidence in himself, but his dream is to take some business classes and open his own marketing firm! he’s good with numbers and he’s one of the most smooth-talking charmers you’ve ever met once he opens his mouth. he really thinks that he could make something of himself by helping other peoples and businesses reach their full potential.

- tbh i’m still fleshing him out but here are some QUICK FACTS!! :: because of his birth father’s drug dealing breaking up his family, he is very close-minded about the topic. to him, weed is the same thing as heroin. all of it is ‘bad’ and he won’t touch any of it // he rides a motorcycle around because DROOL DADDY WOW // if you ask him his favorite song is I Like It by Bad Bunny / Cardi B, but in reality it’s Dreaming of You by Selena lmao // speaking of that he’s obviously fluent in both spanish and english bc colombia / america lmao // he’s mf TAURUS GANG BAYBEEEEE // his fav colors are red and green no correlation to christmas 

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