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Fandom: Hannibal TV Series
Rating + Warnings: R No Unusual Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2,316
External Link: Wolf by [a03.org profile] drakonlily
Summary: The Wolfman Killer was one of America's most prolific and dangerous serial killers with what was assumed to be a fifteen year history and over 90 confirmed victims. He was working as a criminal profiler for the FBI out of Quantico before he was found out by Agent Jack Crawford. He has to date refused to give up the location of his last sixteen victims. Agent Crawford called in one of the best minds he could to take on the case.

This AU fic that explores the question ″what if Will Graham snapped before he met Hannibal Lecter?″

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. - Flannery O'Connor )
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Fandom: Hannibal TV Series
Rating + Warnings: R No Unusual Warnings Apply
Word Count: 2,316
External Link: Wolf by [a03.org profile] drakonlily
Summary: The Wolfman Killer was one of America's most prolific and dangerous serial killers with what was assumed to be a fifteen year history and over 90 confirmed victims. He was working as a criminal profiler for the FBI out of Quantico before he was found out by Agent Jack Crawford. He has to date refused to give up the location of his last sixteen victims. Agent Crawford called in one of the best minds he could to take on the case.

This AU fic that explores the question ″what if Will Graham snapped before he met Hannibal Lecter?″

Pheromones )
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Theme Prompt: NEW BEGINNINGS for [community profile] fandomweekly
Title: Before I Change My Mind
Fandom:Fable
Rating/Warnings: There's cursing and adult situations, about level with the comics/game. R due to the use of naughty words.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 942
Summary: Ex-husbands, forgotten happily ever afters, and a big bad wolf.

Tale as Old as Time )
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Theme Prompt: NEW BEGINNINGS on [community profile] fandomweekly
Title: Leaps of Faith
Fandom:ICO
Rating/Warnings: SPOILERS for the end of the game
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 691
Summary: When you don't speak the same language, you need a leap of faith.

Code of Silence )
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"You talked with Triss."

"You don't have to make it come out as such an accusation." Yennifer removed her hood, black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Geralt was far less put together, simple slacks and no shoes. His hair was messily up and the Witcher's Medallion sat against his chest. "Did it?"

Yennifer glanced over her shoulder, her back still to Geralt. "It did."

"Then that means you must be guilty of something."

She spun then, hair fanned out like a raven's wing. "Setting boundaries. Something that I wouldn't have to do if /you/ had them."

"They're mine to set, Yen."

She crossed her arms and her nose wrinkled. "You're too kind with her."

"She helped us save Ciri."

"That doesn't forgive what she did to you!" Yennifer thundered. Had she been younger, less in control, the magic would have cracked loose around her. "Do you even know what could have happened?"

Geralt clenched his jaw and crossed his own arms over his chest in a mirror of petulance against Yennifer that only couples who have been together for so many years they've forgotten the number can manage. "I'm not an idiot, Yen."

She swallowed. "No, you are not. You're bullheaded you are … assured of your own damned indestructibility and that means that you allow people to take advantage of you." Yennifer sighed "I am not going to sit idly by while that woman pretends she didn't hurt you."

"She didn't hurt me, Yen."

"She kept us apart."

"No one could do that for long, Yen. Not even us, if we couldn't do that how the hell do you think Triss could have managed?"

The thunder cleared from Yennifer's eyes. "You…. are far too distracting without a shirt on Geralt. Put some clothes on."

"I'm a retired old man, we don't wear shirts."

"Retired old men are always cold."

"You could warm me up."
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From here at [personal profile] novel_machinist

Give me the title of a story I've never written and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any or all of the following: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, my soundtrack/theme song for writing, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, and/or something else that I want readers to know.

Or you might just get the story. Who knows?



Prompt by [profile] thebonesofferalletters:
the way we live now (all wrapped up in half truths)
Hannibal
This is creepy as shit and so in line with the surreal atmosphere of the show. I loved the play on reality and what that means to everyone and how there's this strange like..dialogue between the world and the people within it. How they are bending the rules and creating what is real to them. This is especially surreal/creepy with Hannibal but everyone has their moments and it's glorious.


The Way We Live Now )
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Fandom: Hannibal TV Series
Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham
Rating + Warnings: R, grim subject matter
Word Count: 2044
Summary:

"I liked killing Hobbs"

There is a violent side to Will that he's claimed belongs to other people. Maybe he's wrong about that. It could be that he's always known he was lying to himself.

Violence


″Still wish you would have killed him?″ Lecter was flipping through the latest case file. The clock ticked off in a corner and cut the silence after the doctor's question like a leaky faucet.

The two of them were admittedly interested in this case, for very different reasons. Graham found a killer who purposefully chose athletic or difficult kills to be extraordinary dangerous. Lecter was interested in seeing if this was an actual worthy killer. So far, however, Graham's assessment meant that he was lacking. A serial killer who left headless bodies. It was likely he had a trophy room.

Graham paced. He was in that dreamy state where the parts were falling together in his mind. A complex series of cylinders sliding bolts into the perfect strikes. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sort of snarl. He was otherwise silent.

If Graham wasn't going to say what he was thinking on his own, he was going to get prodded to. Lecter flipped up one picture of a man in jogging pants. The thick bodybuilder's neck was, predictably, missing its head. ″Would you have done this better, you think?″

Graham started and glanced over before he turned on heel and poured himself the last cup of coffee. ″I'm wishing I had a motorboat instead of a paddle boat.″ Graham wasn't looking. He'd been extra careful to not make eye contact after... that odd evening. Jack had insisted that he have regular sessions with Lecter to ease his own mind or something.

″Now, Will... do you mean that?″

Fake Cut to Violence
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Fandom: Hannibal TV Series
Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham
Rating + Warnings: R, grim subject matter
Word Count: 939
Summary: Will Graham is known for being able to get into other people's heads. The problem is that someone wants into his...

Lonely



"Graham was pacing in the ″Game Room″ as the cops called it. He was tossing and turning the murders over in his mind. Before -well, still- currently, everyone was blaming Hobbs on the girl found in the field. But he knew it wasn't. It wasn't him because he wouldn't have done that. Hobbs didn't want to hurt anyone. Hobbs killed Elise. Hobbs killed to keep people from leaving him. The dead couldn't abandon him alone. His wife...

Loneliness and the fear of abandonment crashed around the room like a weight pressing down on Graham's chest. If someone is dead they can't leave. Hobbs was abandoned by his mother. If someone is dead they can't leave. He was left by his first wife, his daughter's mother. If someone is dead they can't leave. He couldn't keep a job and his wife was going to leave him again. When she is dead she can't leave. No one can leave you if they are dead, they are dead and the dead stay forever and I---

Fake cut to Lonely
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Fandom: Bastion
Characters: Rucks, The Kid, Zia, Zulf
Rating + Warnings: PG-13 + Mentions of a Triad Relationship
Word Count: 586
Summary: Two young men and only one pretty girl, only ends one way...maybe.

Rucks was a bit worried when things finally settled down. Wasn't as if he blamed Zulf none, had Rucks been a younger man himself, he'd be looking too. Zia was a beautiful woman with a voice that lifted you up like one of them floating lanterns from the Ura festivals. Not just because she was about the only woman left in the world neither. Even if there was a troop of eligible young women, Zia would get attention. No, he didn't blame Zulf at all. But there was a niggling worry that Kid just might.

In a fight there'd be no way to pretend that Zulf could handle his own against the Kid. Kid swung that hammer like he was the pride of the Breakers. Maybe he was. Zulf wasn't a waif, but he also wasn't stupid. He knew damn well what a fight with Kid would end up at. It was either that or Zulf held some sort of gratitude for what Kid did for him. Not that Zulf thanked the Kid none.

One fine morning, Rucks noticed all three of them were missing. The sound of Zia's harp didn't welcome the sunlight. The little squirt that followed Zulf about was still snoozing, curled up in a perfect ball. Odd enough though, it was outside of Zia's tent.

Rucks bit the inside of his cheek. Like he said, he didn't blame Zulf none, but considering everything, he felt responsible for the three of them. Two young men and one pretty woman could be worlds of trouble. Hopefully Kid was in the arsenal, sometimes he just got a bit carried away, there was never any harm in it though. Rucks figured if he roused Zulf early enough, the other young man could slink back to his own tent before fireworks started.

He cleared his throat loudly as a warning as he ducked his head under the flap. Before Rucks could get a word out, however, he cracked up laughing. His deep, brash voice thundered around the enclosed area.

Three young bodies scrambled a bit in waking. Zia hauled the covers up to her chin, mussed black hair fell in odd angles. She started laughing herself, a slight blush dusting up her pale cheeks. For his own part, Kid simply shrugged, one hand slowly released one of his repeaters and knotted in the sheet. He looked damned pleased with himself. Between them, sliding as far as he possibly could, was a crimson faced Zulf. “Didn't anyone teach you to knock!?” He snapped, unable to hide with any dignity. Another peel of laughter escaped Zia's mouth like a ringing bell in response. Kid just smirked.

“Ain't exactly a door on a tent, Zulf.” Rucks used to be quite a gentleman in his younger years, so he looked away into a corner of the tent.

Zulf made a huffing sound and then there was a shuffling sound. “Would both of you stop snickering?”

“I suppose that handles that then.” was all Rucks said and he left the tent.

“He was bound to figure it out sooner or later, Zulf.” Zia tried to stifle her giggle.

Zulf made an aggravated sound and pulled the covers over his head. Fifteen minutes later, Zulf woke both Kid and Zia again with a shriek. A bulge started to slide up Zulf's side. Kid reached over Zulf and pulled the covers up slowly. He started laughing.

The little squirt made itself back into a ball against Zulf's side, tired of waiting.
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FINAL FANTASY CRACK BATTLE FF7+FF8




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Title: His Chapter
Fandom: Final Fantasy Ten
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Male/Male kiss
Summary: Auron had always felt like he was a supporting player in Braska's story. Even though he was telling the story, it was never really his. Written for the Final Fantasy Exchange 2011.

His Chapter on AO3
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Title: Rui's Notes
Fandom: Final Fantasy Seven Compilation
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fandom Meta. Will be used for world building.

Rui's Notes on A03
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Title: Obligation
Fandom: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors
Rating: PG13
Warnings:SPOILERS for the game within. Do not read if you haven't played through and at least gotten the coffin ending

Obligation )
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