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Nigel finds the book on a low shelf next to Adam’s bed.

It’s scuffed up and well read for a kid’s book, which confuses him but when he opens it and sees the name inside he frowns.

She wrote him a book?

Adam talk about Beth has always been brief and quite negative which makes him oddly happy. Now he turns the pages of the book and feels an odd knot in his belly of jealousy. Yeah it’s a fucking kid’s book and makes Adam out to be some kind of strange animal but still.

She wrote him a book.

He reads on and doesn’t hear Adam come into the room.

“Oh.”

Nigel looks up and Adam’s cheeks are a bit pink. “I found your dirty little secret.”

He walks over and takes the book from Nigel’s hands. “It’s not dirty.”

“I know that, Star. But you never once told me about this. I always pictured Beth as this annoying bitch who didn’t understand you, which judging by the book still seems accurate, but–”

Adam angrily sets the book back on the shelf. “She wasn’t annoying,” he mumbles, “She was nice and I wanted too much so she left. She’s written lots of books and this is just one of them.”

Nigel grabs his hand before Adam can run off and pulls him into a hug. Adam smells like soap and that new cologne Nigel likes. “What kind of an idiot wouldn’t want too much from you, Gorgeous?”

He feels Adam shake in his arms and kisses his cheek.

“All I want is too fucking much,” he whispers, licking his ear.

Adam settles against his neck and breathes him in.

“I don’t like the book but my father always said you shouldn’t throw gifts away. This one has my name in it, which makes it even more of an important gift.”

Nigel pulls back and smiles at Adam. “I’ll toss it in the book drive box at Reggie’s, yeah?”

Adam nods. “Ok.”

Nigel puts his hands on Adam’s cheek and kisses him softly.

“You want to show me just how much you want?”

Adam smiles. “I want so much more with you than I ever did with her. I want–”

Nigel cuts him off with a kiss and they tumble into bed.

Nothing else needs to be said.

The next morning as he gets Adam’s favorite tea from Reggie’s he throws the book in the box with a smile.

Beth Buchwald.

What a fucking idiot.

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Adam Raki is never going to get married.

He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.

At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.

Rule #1: No kissing.

Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?

Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.

Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.

He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded pregnant omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.

Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.

Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides  in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.

Rule #4: No more than one dance.

This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.

Rule #5: No unseemly conversation.

Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.

He has spent the last few months since he came of age turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.

The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.

Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.

Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind. The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.

He spends time in the libraries, the porches, or more often than not, the garden.

It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.

Continued in 

Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake ~ Chapters 1 & 2 

This fic is complete and will post a chapter every Sunday. 

Adam Raki is never going to get married.

He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.

At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.

Rule #1: No kissing.

Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?

Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.

Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.

He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded pregnant omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.

Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.

Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides  in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.

Rule #4: No more than one dance.

This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.

Rule #5: No unseemly conversation.

Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.

He has spent the last few months since he came of age turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.

The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.

Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.

Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind. The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.

He spends time in the libraries, the porches, or more often than not, the garden.

It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.

Continued in 

Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake ~ Chapters 1 & 2 

This fic is complete and will post a chapter every Sunday. 

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

An original short I wrote sometime ago in response to how a fellow writer had written and used his female characters

Words (and the injuries they might cause)

As he finished the final line and set his writing back on the plinth, he looked at her with triumph, she saw. She knew she was expected to say something, give some response but instead she was silent.

“What did you think?” He finally asked, though the curves of his smile had begun to slowly drop at her hesitation.

She stood. Walked to the precipice and looked out upon the world. She sensed his impatience and his desire to be praised.

“You kill me.” She finally said, her tone cold and distant. Her voice had removed itself from his presence, there would be no feeling to it again for him. “One more time you have killed me, and one day I will die from it.”

She did not turn back to face him, instead she turned her head to the side so that he might only ever be able to look on one side of her, a side she would armour.

She heard the annoyance in his tone as he rebuffed her words “It isn’t about you. The woman in the story isn’t you.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, let the breeze blow coolly over her. She savored the feeling, wanting it to transport her somewhere else, but knowing she couldn’t let it. She had to stay here and face his words. So often she had turned from them. She hadn’t wanted to hide from them, but her anger had been so great before that she had run instead of allowing herself to speak, in fear of what she might say. Now though, she was beyond anger. In her belly the heat of a biting rage, but her exterior, as she had promised herself after the last time, was cold and detached. Showing the anger would do her no good, he would turn it on her and throw more destructive words at her soul.

“Yes she is me. She is always me. You maim her, abuse her, molest her. You rape her and humiliate her. You kill her. You butcher her. You hide her body, that once contained her soul. You freeze her. All for a story. And the story is not even about her. You created her, gave her life. You did not mould her into a person, you left her blank and empty, and then you filled her up with horror. You created her so that you might destroy her. She is me. She is every woman.”

“I don’t understand why you are so upset…” He started.

She raised up a hand, with it a barrier. A wall between them, muting his words.

“You create her and destroy her so easily, because to you women are nothing but vessels for men to create, mould, use and destroy. You write pliable women because you know I am not pliable. You kill her because you cannot kill me.”

His words were strangled now by the wall so he could not respond. But the protest was writ large upon his face.

“You want me to tell you your story was clever, and it was. That it was funny, and it was. That there were elements of greatness there that you have teased from human nature and committed to your page. But you want me to still find it clever and funny, to praise it, when you then create a woman to kill her. You forget that I am a woman. You forget that we exist and care, you forget we are every woman. When you kill one of us, you kill us all.”

He was unable to even whisper a retort despite his attempts.

She closed the fist of her raised hand, and as she did so his hands went to his throat.

“A long time I have been considering this, designing the correct injury for you. I have taken your voice. You will not speak, you will not spin or weave or create any words. You will birth no new stories. Not until you know what it is for you to have killed a woman. Not until you understand and have remorse for her death.”

Only breath came from his mouth. His words gone, the wall between them, her armoured side to him, she allowed the breeze to lift her from the precipice. She would allow it to take her somewhere far from his reach.

Her final words to him floating back across the expanse – “I fear I shall never hear you speak again.”

On September 13th it will be three years since I wrote my first Hannigram fanfiction. 

I have written 242 full fics on ao3 in that time and countless AU ficlets, some of which became full fics and some that did not. 

I’ve also had fics that gathered dust. 

Now I am asking if there are any you’d like to see more of.

Till Monday, if there are any you’d like to see again I’ll write a short continuation. 

If I get no response then I’ll pick my own favorites and do three of them. 

As always, thank you for your continuing support.