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no excuses writing meme, askbox version

professorfangirl:

(Nicked from iambickilometer):

drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing

  • FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project
  • LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project
  • NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
  • [insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project
  • THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it
  • BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
  • POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

Tales from the Crypt Episode 26: Carrion Death 

Most men would’ve given up by now.

Four states, twenty three casualties, and nothing to show for it but a black eye. The frustration and irritation of it all made Will want to tear the flesh from Hannibal Lecter’s bones, but it didn’t make him want to stop.

Will Graham was not like most men.

For one? He was the only one who’d come face to face with Hannibal Lecter and lived.

For another? He was the only one who could still look into the monster’s eyes and see the man he’d fallen in love with.

The distasteful thought made him ill but on he drove through the bleak Nevada desert, the motorcycle up ahead of him a beacon he was almost certain he’d follow to his death. Hannibal was not at all happy with him after the mess in Wolf Trap, the pile of bodies, and the scars they now both had. Will thought for a moment of Matt, poor Matt who hadn’t done a thing wrong but be in his bed. The anger in which he’d been slaughtered should not have induced such warmth in Will, he knew these months he’d followed Hannibal had already warped his brain somehow.

He was determined to fix that once and for all.

Will sighed and sped up, flipped on the radio and scoffed at the announcer.

‘News at the top of the hour, every hour! The latest on the hunt for Hannibal the Cannibal, now edging up on the lists of the most prolific killers of all time! He has stolen a motorcycle and was seen–’

He shut it off and spotted a sign up ahead, Gas n’Gulp, a place to stop in the vast desert around them.

Hannibal slowed and Will sped up, pulled alongside him to pull out his gun.

“Pull over now!”

Hannibal’s face was covered by a helmet but Will could take that one good shot and end it all right now. His hand shook and Hannibal sped up just as Will’s gas light came on.

“Damnitt, NO!”

He almost tried to follow and knew better, turning into the gas station as Hannibal disappeared up the road.

If he got gas quickly and was on the road right after he’d only miss him by a mile or so. Things would be fine.

It had to be fine.

They’d never lost each other for more than a few hours, part of Will thought perhaps Hannibal waited for him but that seemed far fetched, and this time would be no different.

The station was old fashioned and half deserted but Will walked inside to throw down a twenty.

“Twenty on three.”

“There you go,” the old man said with a smile, “You look tired, son.”

Will smiled back and took his receipt. “Too tired.”

He walked outside and wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun was high in the sky and beating down at a hundred five he’d read. He thought for a second about going back inside for a drink but realized he’d taken too much time already.

The gas went through quick and he was back on the road in less than ten minutes by his clock. He eyed the road in front of him and saw nothing, though Hannibal was there.

Will knew he wouldn’t get far.

Continued on Ao3 HERE 

slashyrogue:

If you think it’s important to leave mean comments about how au characters in au fics aren’t like they are in canon, boy do I have news for you.

It’s an AU.

Alternate universe.

I can make characters as fluffy as I fucking want to.

You want dark? Go read my many canon fics.

Just being mean for mean’s sake benefits no one but you.

And I’m well aware I made fun of fluffy AUs I few months ago but I never specifically went out of my way to send hate to someone regarding them. I never have and never will.

If you think it’s important to leave mean comments about how au characters in au fics aren’t like they are in canon, boy do I have news for you.

It’s an AU.

Alternate universe.

I can make characters as fluffy as I fucking want to.

You want dark? Go read my many canon fics.

Just being mean for mean’s sake benefits no one but you.

slashyrogue:

Something was wrong.

Will paused in the doorway and frowned, listening for any signs of a pending greeting by an enthusiastic dog and his almost always equally enthusiastic husband.

He set down his bag by the door and stepped quietly through the house, hearing nothing but silence.

When he found the reason why Will couldn’t resist taking a picture.

Hannibal and Cephie were both sound asleep in their bed, the dog curled up in Hannibal’s arms quite comfortably while her tiny nose buried far under his chin.

Will couldn’t believe Hannibal would allow such a thing but had secretly suspected they might have been bonding more and more while he was at work.

He quietly padded over to the bed and shook Hannibal’s shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Hannibal opened one eye, his tired gaze soft and not at all rushing to move.

“You…”

Will kissed him softly, leaning over to pet Encephalitis before pulling away.

“I see I’ve been replaced.”

Hannibal’s cheeks reddened. “Not exactly, you see Encephalitis was rather forlorn earlier and I was comforting her as she slept.”

Will grinned. “Forlorn?”

Hannibal touched the dog’s head, petting her softly. “She gets very distressed when we run into that horrible St. Bernard down the block. I was very quick to lift her from its clutches and berate the owner but the damage done was quite dramatic

and I…”

Will kissed him and cut off the rest of the story, Hannibal’s hand coming to rest at his cheek as their tongues slid against each other. When they parted Hannibal let out a sigh, fingers caressing Will’s cheek.

“I love you,” Will whispered, pressing their lips together again.

Hannibal mumbled, “And I you, beloved, though I am unsure of what brought on such a gift.”

Will smiled. “You and the dog, I just….the old Hannibal would have never. You’re so different yet exactly the same.”

Hannibal frowned.

“I do not feel different,” his fingers moved down Will’s cheek, “Though you do.”

Will laid down and Hannibal shivered as he nosed his neck.

“Oh you’re different,” Will teased a soft lick up the side of his neck, “You smell different and act different. The Hannibal I knew before would never be caught dead walking a dog let alone sleeping next to one.”

Hannibal ran fingers through Will’s hair and Encephalitis suddenly licked his cheek. He laughed and lifted his head to pet her snout.

“She is part of our family, Will.”

Will smiled at him. “Our fur baby.”

Hannibal ran his palm over Encephalitis’ nose and she forced an additional touch by burrowing under his hand again.

“I suppose,” Hannibal said softly, “Though I think that particular idea is rather pushing things. Babies cannot do half of what Encephalitis can.”

Will laughed and scratched her nose.

“You’re better than a baby, aren’t you? Yes you are.”

She laid herself on his chest while Will took the other side.

“Much better,” Hannibal said, “Dogs her age can learn to kill full grown men. Humans can’t do that till they’re much older.”

Will lifted his head and stared at him.

“Hannibal,” he stared at the dog, “Did you train the dog to kill people?”

Hannibal frowned. “I wasn’t supposed to?”