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I’ve seen the post about Darko needing more love and I completely agree! If you’re comfortable with it, would you write a Darko/Adam?

This isn’t even remotely what you wanted but I tried. I gave him AN Adam! Kinda! You just didn’t specify which one! *hides* 

Everyday like clockwork Darko made a strawberry milkshake and put it on the counter for his best customer. 

The Pit Stop had been in business for only a year, but Adam Raki was no doubt his favorite and best customer despite his naivete thinking this place was anything other than a drug laundering front. 

He had exactly two customers who came in to have lunch everyday and no one else: Adam and a little old woman named Elise who only ate the shitty pie he bought frozen from the market down the street. 

Adam’s arrival had forced him to actually start making food and bringing in staff, though most of his men looked at him funny they did as they were fucking told. 

A strawberry milkshake and a bowl of macaroni and cheese. 

That was Adam’s lunch and Darko felt an odd pride at being the one to give it. 

It took jealousy for him to realize why. 

Nigel flew in from Bucharest after officially ending his divorce, broken down and half dead even after a day of sleep. He dragged himself in to the Pit Stop at lunch one day and sat on the stool Adam would need in three minutes time. 

“Don’t sit there,” Darko mumbled, “Sit your ass someplace else.” 

Nigel grinned. “You mean this milkshake isn’t for me, brother? I’m hurt.” 

“It’s for–” 

The door jingled and they both turned just as Adam entered. 

“Who is that gorgeous creature?” 

Darko frowned. “He’s no one, just…” 

Adam walked over to the stool and stood beside it. “Excuse me, can you sit somewhere else?” 

Nigel smiled at him. “For you, Darling? Of course.” 

He moved two stools down and preceded to occupy Adam’s time for the rest of the afternoon. Darko grew increasingly angry every time he came back with something for Adam but was ignored. 

By the time Adam left to go back to work Nigel had his address, phone number, and a date. 

He winked at Darko when he left. 

Darko pushed over the salt shakers and felt an abnormal satisfaction at the sound they made breaking. 

Fucking Nigel. 

The next day when Adam didn’t come in for lunch he thought it was a fluke. 

It wasn’t. 

Nigel and Adam became lovers in a month when it had taken Darko almost a year to get him to smile. 

Then something amazing happened. 

“So, Adam has a cousin.” 

Darko rolled his eyes at Nigel over beer, still bitter that he’d taken Adam away even before Darko could get remotely close to him.

“What the fuck do I care?” 

“He’s coming to stay in the states for two weeks and I don’t want him to ruin my sex life so I said he could stay here.” 

Darko groaned. “Seriously, brother? Why would I want Adam’s boring cousin to take up in my place?” 

Nigel pulled out his phone and scrolled through before he turned to show Darko a picture. 

The man could’ve been Adam’s twin brother they looked so much alike. 

“When does he arrive? Does he need a lift?” 

Nigel grinned. “Tomorrow, and no. He’s renting a bike.” 

Darko’s dick twitched. “He likes motorcycles?” 

“As far as I know,” Nigel laughed, “According to his cousin, Adam Towers likes just about anything.” 

Hey hon, for the mash-up ask: 21 and 86 💖💖💖

21. Dystopian AU & 86. I Didn’t Mean to Turn you On 

Nigel had never been around a robot before Adam. 

Yeah he’d seen them on old televids and even walked by a few dead ones on the road but he’d never been really “around” one. 

Which was why he never saw one take fuel before. 

Fuel sticks were sold on the cheap now, mostly mixes of garbage that in turn made into long thick bars that easily fit in whatever it was you wanted to work just a little while. He figured Adam would need several hundred a day and Darko easily could get that with the money they’d gotten sceltching from idiots who thought they knew what arming their camp really entailed. 

So he gave them to the robot and his eyes lit up, He immediately took one into his mouth and started to suck on the fuel stick in the most obscene way that Nigel couldn’t look away. 

His mouth was artificial, Nigel knew that in theory and could see flecks of metal seeping through after such a long disuse. But fuck, he could feel his cock twitch when Adam hollowed his cheeks that started to turn pink with life again.  By the time he was done with the third, Adam stopped to stare at him curiously. 

“Your pupils are dilated, Nigel.” 

Nigel licked his lips. “Yeah, Star. They are. You…uh…what was it that you did for your owner again?” 

Adam blinked. “I was a computer programmer and money manager at Gromer Savings and Loan back in 2018. My program went defunct and my battery was on reserve for the last eleven years till you found me.” 

“Ah,” Nigel said, “Do you…always take them like that? The sticks?” 

“The heat from my mouth warms the dehydrated fuel lodges and they make their way through my systems. How else would you have me take them?” 

Nigel laughed and shook his head. “Nevermind, Star. Have a good time.” 

He got up from the chair beside Adam’s care station and was about to leave when Adam grabbed his arm. 

“Nigel?” 

“I’ll be in my bunk, Adam. Okay?” 

“Are you sexually aroused?” 

Nigel pulled his arm away and laughed. “You just cut right to it then, don’t you?” 

“I can detect an abnormal heart rate and your penis is…” 

Nigel stomped out of the room. “Just eat your food!” 

Adam stared at the many more sticks in the box. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you! I will turn off my auditory senses if you need release!” 

Nigel swore from the next room and Adam flipped off his auditory senses just to be polite. 

After all, Nigel had gotten him a meal and deserved privacy in his sexual release. 

He sucked on another stick and thought for a moment about Nigel’s release, his cheeks turning red at the idea of a human experiencing ejaculation while thinking of him. 

The idea made his own member stir and he was surprised to feel sexual excitement for the very first time. 

Perhaps when he was finished, he’d ask Nigel about sexual intercourse. 

Things posted this month on Patreon:

A Ghost Story ~ Chapter Nine for $3+ (Chapter Eight now for all patrons)

Spacedogs Regency Prince ABO for Summertimeslick

Fur Baby ~ Hannigram Season 4

Update of Rules to Break ~ Spacedogs (Will post on ao3 when finished)

Update of Alpha Mart ~ Hannigram (Will post on ao3 when finished)

slashyrogue:

Hannigram AU: Friday the 13th

The death of six year old Winnifred “Winnie” Graham is a national headline. Camp Crystal Lake insists her death an accident, that everything had been done and the police find the same findings.

Only her father Will thinks otherwise, draining his life savings and losing his wife over his obsession for those involved to pay for what they did.

Three years pass.

Will is living in and out of motels barely passing through the remainder of his life when a sudden headline brings him back to life again.

CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE TO REOPEN

The ensuing bloodbath that follows is cathartic, a tribute to Winnie and Will weeps when it’s over.

No one is left alive and the police are baffled. That’s why they bring in someone to help.

The first time Hannibal Lecter sees the crime scene he falls in love.

Brutal, angry, and obviously personal he nearly weeps for this man’s pain. He points the police in the wrong direction towards an angry father who was furious that his daughter was going away to school after her summer job.

Garett Jacob Hobbs’s arrest brings forth his other activities and reveals that he’s been killing all along.

Hannibal searches and easily finds the identity of this sad killer: Will Graham. Will himself however is a ghost, barely existing, living in and out of motels though never staying in one place for long.

Except he cannot find Will.

Hannibal’s frustration grows over the course of the next few weeks that turn into years. He almost gives up entirely on the anniversary of the massacre when an idea comes to him.

He will reopen Camp Crystal Lake.

Hannibal held up his hands as the masked figure he was certain had to be Will Graham came toward him.

“Hello, Will.”

Will stopped, his chest movement growing more exaggerated as he stood there staring. He spoke not one word so Hannibal spoke for the both of them.

“My name is Hannibal Lecter and I did this for you.”

The mask was taken off and he was struck by the sight of Will in the flesh. He looked ragged, malnourished, and somewhat disoriented as he looked around the forest.

“For me?”

“I found the counselors and financed the reopening.”

Will turned do look at the body not far from them, a young man with his throat slashed rather crudely.

“Why?”

Hannibal took a step forward and Will gripped the machete in his hand tighter. He stopped moving.

“I want to help you,” he whispered, “You mesmerize me.”

Will scoffed and his hollow laughter seemed to echo through the camp.

“I’m a monster,” he whispered, “They took her and made me a monster.”

Hannibal took another step forward and then kept on going, the lack of fear now between them gone. He laid his hand on Will’s shoulder and they shared a look that sung through his very senses.

“You are not a monster,” he promised and set his other hand on Will’s cheek, “You are a protector, a warrior, a father avenging his child. These spoiled children and rotten people, are lucky to have witnessed your righteous fury before death claimed them.”

Will’s tears began to flow in earnest and Hannibal wanted to lick them from his blood spattered cheeks. He instead kissed just under his eye and felt Will shudder against him.

“I don’t know what to do,” Will confessed, “I—“

Hannibal wrapped his arm around Will’s back and pulled him in closer. He breathed in the rich scent of death and Will’s tears.

“There are more of them,” he assured, “Those who let her die alone in the lake. We will hunt them down and make them pay.”

Will gripped him hard and pressed his nose against Hannibal’s neck.

“Thank you.”

Hannibal smiled. “No Will. Thank you.”

The convenience store was out of chocolate carrots.

Adam stared at the dog shifter behind the counter and tried not to cry. “You always have them.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I thought we had some but—“

Adam held his belly. “I need them.”

“I—“

There was a sudden familiar scent and he looked behind him.

It was the panther.

Jean.

His brother’s mate was not his favorite person but he was better than the dog.

“They don’t have my chocolate carrots.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed. “I see. Sir, could you please tell me why a store that normally carries every brand of popular chocolate would not carry the most popular brand preferred by rabbit shifters? Are you against rabbits personally?”

The dog shook his head. “No, I…I…lemme look in the back. Maybe we have some.”

He took off running and Adam’s stomach growled. “Thank you.”

“You should have everything you want especially when you’re with child.”

Adam felt the babies kick. “They agree with you, I think.”

“Your mate should not let you out alone in such a state. It’s unsafe.”

Adam glared at him. “Nigel isn’t my keeper, he’s my mate. There aren’t mates who rule and ones who don’t. We’re partners. Do you rule Adam, Jean?”

“I did not mean offense. I just find it odd that you’re in this situation without your wolf.”

Adam’s hand shook as he raised it only for the dog to come back.

“I found some! A whole box!”

He put the open box on the counter and went to take it out a small bag but Jean put a hand over his.

“We will take the whole case.”

He put down two hundred dollar bills.

“I won’t eat that many and they go bad fast.”

Jean smiled. “You are not the only one who eats them.”

Continued in 

Some Bunny’s in Trouble 

slashyrogue:

They spent the rest of their morning admiring the tree and sharing stories, mostly of Christmases past though the relative calm did not last long.

“How is your stomach?” Hannibal asks, rubbing a circle at his back.

“Surprisingly okay,” Will sighs, leaning back against him, “Maybe I should only eat fruit for the next eight months.”

Hannibal kisses his cheek and scents along the back of his neck.

“That would be counterproductive and not very good for the children’s development.”

Will laughs. “I was joking. I’m sure we’ll find a system.”

Hannibal kisses his ear. “Yes, we will.”

He feels when Will tenses up in his arms. “I think I want to make that call now. It’s gotta be past ten now, yeah?”

Hannibal reaches behind him and picks up his cell phone. “Yes, it’s a quarter after. You’re certain you wish to do this, despite knowing he may be less than enthusiastic?”

Will takes Hannibal’s hand and puts it on his slightly protruding belly. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Do you need to get your cell phone or do you know the number?”

Will scoffs. “It’s been a long time, but yeah I know the number. He’d never change it.”

Hannibal hands Will the phone and kisses the back of his ear while he dials.

The ringing sounds much louder than it is while they wait and Will settles back against him with a sigh. “Your favorite Christmas song?”

“Silent Night.”

“Was your family religious? I–”

The phone ringing cuts off and a gruff voice interrupts their discussion. “Yeah?”

“Hey Dad, it’s me. Will.”

“I knew it was you,” Will’s father says, “It ain’t like I have any other folks who call me Dad.”

Hannibal feels Will grab his hand tightly.

“Yeah, I guess. I was just calling to say Merry Christmas and…I have some news.”

“News? You decide to quit that damn job of yours and come home? I got lots of work clogging up the garage you could do, you know.”

Will laughs. “No, not that. I…well I got mated.”

The other end of the phone is quiet for a moment before Will gets his answer.

“Have you lost your mind, boy? Did I teach you nothing about that shit? You know that letting yourself become dependent on some goddamn alpha will bring you nothing but–”

Hannibal grabs the phone before WIll can protest, his anger rising by the moment.

“Hello, Mister Graham. My name is Hannibal Lecter and I am Will’s alpha. I would appreciate it if you did not sour my mate on our union, especially today of all days as we are celebrating our first Christmas together. If you—”

“Now what just a goddamn minute! This is none of your business, alpha. I’m talking to my boy and he needs to listen to reason. Not think with his wet pucker and pant after the first alpha who smells fancy enough. He’s in for nothing but—”

“Hannibal, just give me the phone,” Will says, holding out his hand.

Hannibal’s lip curls as he hands it over and feels bereft when Will gets up from the couch, leaving the room to continue the conversation.

The lack of his immediate scent in the room is distressing and he resists the urge to follow. Will’s departure makes it perfectly clear he wants to be alone in this and he must respect that.

He sighs and gets up from the couch, walking to the tree and finding a small black gift box hidden at the base. It’s unwrapped but still quite ornate with the letter L embroidered on the lid.

Perhaps today was not the day for this particular gift.

Continued in: 

Truly, Madly, Deeply ~ Chapter Eleven 

They spent the rest of their morning admiring the tree and sharing stories, mostly of Christmases past though the relative calm did not last long.

“How is your stomach?” Hannibal asks, rubbing a circle at his back.

“Surprisingly okay,” Will sighs, leaning back against him, “Maybe I should only eat fruit for the next eight months.”

Hannibal kisses his cheek and scents along the back of his neck.

“That would be counterproductive and not very good for the children’s development.”

Will laughs. “I was joking. I’m sure we’ll find a system.”

Hannibal kisses his ear. “Yes, we will.”

He feels when Will tenses up in his arms. “I think I want to make that call now. It’s gotta be past ten now, yeah?”

Hannibal reaches behind him and picks up his cell phone. “Yes, it’s a quarter after. You’re certain you wish to do this, despite knowing he may be less than enthusiastic?”

Will takes Hannibal’s hand and puts it on his slightly protruding belly. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Do you need to get your cell phone or do you know the number?”

Will scoffs. “It’s been a long time, but yeah I know the number. He’d never change it.”

Hannibal hands Will the phone and kisses the back of his ear while he dials.

The ringing sounds much louder than it is while they wait and Will settles back against him with a sigh. “Your favorite Christmas song?”

“Silent Night.”

“Was your family religious? I–”

The phone ringing cuts off and a gruff voice interrupts their discussion. “Yeah?”

“Hey Dad, it’s me. Will.”

“I knew it was you,” Will’s father says, “It ain’t like I have any other folks who call me Dad.”

Hannibal feels Will grab his hand tightly.

“Yeah, I guess. I was just calling to say Merry Christmas and…I have some news.”

“News? You decide to quit that damn job of yours and come home? I got lots of work clogging up the garage you could do, you know.”

Will laughs. “No, not that. I…well I got mated.”

The other end of the phone is quiet for a moment before Will gets his answer.

“Have you lost your mind, boy? Did I teach you nothing about that shit? You know that letting yourself become dependent on some goddamn alpha will bring you nothing but–”

Hannibal grabs the phone before WIll can protest, his anger rising by the moment.

“Hello, Mister Graham. My name is Hannibal Lecter and I am Will’s alpha. I would appreciate it if you did not sour my mate on our union, especially today of all days as we are celebrating our first Christmas together. If you—”

“Now what just a goddamn minute! This is none of your business, alpha. I’m talking to my boy and he needs to listen to reason. Not think with his wet pucker and pant after the first alpha who smells fancy enough. He’s in for nothing but—”

“Hannibal, just give me the phone,” Will says, holding out his hand.

Hannibal’s lip curls as he hands it over and feels bereft when Will gets up from the couch, leaving the room to continue the conversation.

The lack of his immediate scent in the room is distressing and he resists the urge to follow. Will’s departure makes it perfectly clear he wants to be alone in this and he must respect that.

He sighs and gets up from the couch, walking to the tree and finding a small black gift box hidden at the base. It’s unwrapped but still quite ornate with the letter L embroidered on the lid.

Perhaps today was not the day for this particular gift.

Continued in: 

Truly, Madly, Deeply ~ Chapter Eleven 

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: 2 and 15 for Hannigram — I hope you are well!!

2. Royal AU & 15. Criminal AU 

I’m doing ok. Thank you for asking. Sorry this might not be what you were hoping for. 

Everyone knew who the Beast of Chesapeake Bay was also their new crowned King. 

The very idea was forbidden to even suggest but still everyone knew. 

He’d took four the first year, all from various walks of life, and as the years tacked on the fear rose. 

Keep on your best behavior. 

That was a given in Chesapeake Bay. 

Everyone knew not to start fights, question authority, or even sneeze without excusing themselves. 

Which was why when Will Graham moved into the North Woods left by one of last Spring’s victims, everyone assumed that someone else told him how to be. 

No one did. 

Not a fortnight after he settled into his new cottage, the poor man was taken in by the constable for “unruly behavior” having questioned the Chesapeake Bay Living Tax that was taken each season. 

Graham was kept for four nights and let loose after payment, but was heard to be cursing the King as he left the jail. 

Ms. Bloom took it upon herself to wait at his door to explain things, though she kept it quite vague. 

To her shock, Will laughed. 

“Rules for being? Are you jesting with me?” 

“I most certainly am not,” she sputtered, “It’s just how things are done here. The King…” 

“Fuck the King.” 

He then walked away without even a proper goodbye and slammed the door behind him. 

The rest of that Spring was quite eventful, and not just because of how often Will Graham was arrested. He found himself quite the pariah by Summer, his crop ignored for sale, and as the days went by the man grew quite the sight: unwashed, wild eyed, and hungry. 

Alana left baskets on his doorstep for she pitied him greatly but did not associate herself for fear the Beast would grow angry. 

Though the strangest thing had happened since Graham’s arrival. 

The Beast had not taken a single victim. 

The townsfolk were amazed though still did not believe it possible that their nightmare would end, staying the line as they were meant to do. 

When Will Graham disappeared from his home by Summer’s end there was relief to it. Things were back as they always were. 

Though to the surprise of many, the Beast still slept. 

There was whispered talk that Will Graham still lived and that the King had grown oddly fond of his rule breaking, but no one believed it. 

The massacre in the Fall surprised them all. 

Thirty seven people were dismembered and strewn about in grotesque unimaginable ways, displayed as gifts it seemed for a courting that the Beast seemed to drown in. 

Two days before November’s end, Alana learned just who it was he courted. 

She woke to someone screaming, rushing from her bed to throw open the door just as Duke Chilton was thrown into his front yard. The shadowed figures that stared down at him were hooded but close together as if in speech. Alana watched Chilton try to run but he was easily caught, held down as one figure pulled out a knife already covered in blood. 

Alana fell back on the grass and cried out. 

One of the figures looked her way and she crawled back in fear while tears streamed down her face. “Oh, please….I’ve been so good.” 

The figure walked towards her and she fell back, sobbing as the sound of boot steps echoed in her ears. 

She squeezed shut her eyes and waited for death. 

“No one will hurt you.” 

Alana looked up at the voice and to her shock she saw the figure had thrown back his hood. 

“Will?” 

The moonlight was bright enough to illuminate his face and she knew the reason why the Beast had grown hungrier. 

“You’re…you would allow this?” 

He smiled. “Allow? Have not the rest of you been accomplices to Death for years? I merely joined in.” 

She shook her head. “If you continue this madness there will be no one left to take. You cannot just–”  

“Go to sleep now,” Will said softly, “This night is almost over.” 

Alana could not find speech as he walked away and felt as if she would swoon for the fear that seemed to overtake her.  When Chilton’s last gurgled scream hit the night air she lost all consciousness but woke in her bed. 

The next morning she gathered up a wagon to leave Chesapeake Bay, not caring if the guards dragged her in for her rudeness. 

No one did. 

The Beast married his partner in death just before the first snow fell and though she never returned there was talk that the deaths had waned. Will had listened to her, she knew, but that did not mean the bloodbath was over. 

No, she knew for certain that now it never would be.