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They looked at eleven different places in two months before Adam finally agreed to one, a large place just so perfectly close to his job he couldn’t say no.

Nigel got an odd feeling when they first saw the place, the leftover scent of another predator raised his protective flags and he walked obscenely close to his mate throughout the showing.

Adam held his hand and placed the other on his belly, his interest peaked but still wary.

“You couldn’t air the place out?” Nigel growled.

The poor beta realtor’s eyes widened at his growl.

“I’m sorry, I thought I had.”

Adam frowned. “It’s going to take an exuberant amount of time and effort to get the scent out for anyone to be comfortable enough to want to raise children here. I hope you realize that.”

“I’m sorry, I–”

And that was how they got the price lowered for a quick move where they easily drowned out the scent in a few days thanks to Adam’s growing need for sex.

Nigel could barely wake up and his bunny was on him, riding him awake and often to sleep. He was so tired after a few days that Darko started making him come in late just cuz he felt sorry for him.

“You don’t feel sorry, liar. You’re fucking jealous.”

Darko glared. “Since Cella finally tossed me out, I haven’t had a decent fuck in months. Stop complaining you have too much!”

Nigel laughed and stuck out his tongue. “Don’t you wish Adam knew more bunnies?”

Adam knew exactly one and that asshole wasn’t coming anywhere near Darko or even close to his type. Still as days turned into a week Nigel thought about how Adam would have to go through all this shit with only him, a wolf as clueless about bunnies as there ever was.

His territorial nature made it an odd combination to deal with, wanting Adam to have a bunny friend but also have no friends at all. He was so caught up that first week that when he got off on the wrong floor in the elevator he didn’t even notice.

The quick turn to theirs seemed the same and just as he noted the numbers were all wrong  Nigel took a short sniff.

Bunny.

He smelled a Bunny.

Nigel took another sniff and was confused, the scent so close to Adam’s that when he heard a growl he growled in return.

A predator was inside and he could hear the bunny’s heartbeat speed up in reaction. He knocked on the door and his intensity increased the longer it went unanswered.

Nigel heard a yelp and was about to kick the door in when it opened.

“Who the hell are you?”

A bunny stood there entirely naked except for a pair of socks on his feet.

The bunny looked so much like Adam that if he hadn’t known his mate was months pregnant he may have mistaken them.

“I heard noises and I–”

The door opened further and there was his predator, the man’s scarred eye immediately noticeable as was his sneer.

“I’m certain you hear noises all the time and as we’ve never seen you before today you obviously are not used to our dynamic which–”

Nigel growled. “I’m mated to a bunny, asshole. It doesn’t matter to me who you fuck.”

The bunny blinked, stepped up closer to him and sniffed. “Your mate smells–”

The predator yanked him back before he got too close. “Adam, leave us and go start the water.”

Nigel laughed. “Adam?”

The bunny glared. “Yes, my name is Adam. You have some sort of problem with that, wolf?”

Nigel was just about to speak when his phone rang. He answered fast.

“Hello, Bunny.”

Adam sounded disgruntled.

“The pizza is here and I don’t want to answer the door. Did you get the pickles?”

Nigel cursed. “No, darling. I…seem to have stumbled into something. I think you need to come down.”

“Nigel, I’m tired and–”

“I think I found your twin or something? He looks and smells an awful lot like you.”

The other Adam’s eyes widened as his partner pulled him in close.

“I don’t have a brother and I really don’t–”

Nigel was surprised when New Adam grabbed for his phone and spoke into it.

“Who is this?”

He watched this new bunny’s body immediately relax and his next words were whispered.

“Hello Adam.”

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No Bunny But You

One More Tomorrow, Chapter 15

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The first snippet and the illustration for the AU’s right here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/152786138151/one-more-tomorrow-wwisoldierhannibal-x

Chapter 2 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/153871686396/one-more-tomorrow-cont

Chapter 3 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/154200265211/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-3

Chapter 4 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/154379447636/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-4

Chapter 5 here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/155531881056/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-5

Chapter 6 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/155590282961/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-6

Chapter 7 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/158364876436/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-7

Chapter 8 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/160275426691/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-8

Chapter 9 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/161899939351/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-9

Chapter 10 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/164456080186/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-10

Chapter 11 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/165695899576/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-11

Chapter 12 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/166224451651/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-12

Chapter 13 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/168155673951/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-13

Chapter 14 is here: http://shoegazerx.tumblr.com/post/169230718656/one-more-tomorrow-chapter-14


Then, the battle of Passchendaele ended.

That week in November, the powerful winds were the messengers of an early and cold winter. The south-east was constantly battered by the winds rolling from the Surrey hills and the town of Epsom had never seen such dry storms sweeping across the chalky slopes.

Will had gone downstairs to break apart a chair that he would surely regret dismantling, if he knew anything about Hannibal’s home. However, the wood was necessary to try and stoke a fire in the small fireplace in the master bedroom. The cold had become unbearable, even under the thick, woolen blankets and buying coal for the boiler in the basement was still a ways to go and an issue for later.

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Dripping Wet in the Cop Car

Explicit // M/M // Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Cal Roberts // Tags: Alternate Universe – Future, Drug Use, Religious Cults, Sex as Therapy, somebody save Cal Roberts, Rain, Lots of rain, outside it’s raining inside it’s wet, Car Sex, Frottage, Anal Fingering, not canon in any way at all really, did I mention the robot cops?

Words: 2456 Chapters: 1/1 

I mean… this is just some kinda random porn in the back of a cop car, with maybe a few feels thrown in. And oh yeah, it’s set in the future. With robot cops. Yup.

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Some of my writing buddies and I were previously inspired by the Hannigram Rare Pairs Generator and decided to do a little challenge between us based on our randomised results. Well this second time around we decided to step it up a bit – not only getting a pair at random but also then getting the title from random (questionable) romance trash novels. 

I got Nigel x Cal Roberts (or as I like to affectionately call them – DogPath) and “Dripping Wet in the Cop Car.” 

Delightful! 

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They’d fucked once. That had clearly been a mistake. Nigel should have known better, because he really couldn’t just fuck someone he knew he would run into again. He had too much of an obsessive nature… possessive, controlling, done in by the fucking love. He didn’t fall for people easily, but when he did he fell hard. And hard was exactly what Cal Roberts had made him the very first day they met when the guy troubled him for something to help him forget the shit he was currently living through.

Cal was clearly at least halfway to being an alcoholic, he needed something stronger, just to take the edge off, just for that one time. Nigel had helped him out with a zoner, nice popular pill just right for Cal, barely cut with any shit too. Good stuff, too good for just one time.

And it had been more than one time. Cal had dropped by, needing a hit, needing the escape and on the eighth time they’d fucked.

He had felt so good under Nigel as he thrust into his writhing body. Sex was always a good way of forgetting, so perhaps he could say it was all part of the service? But that wasn’t true… he just fucking liked the shape of Cal’s ass and was glad to finally know what it was like to watch his dick pumping in and out of it.

That had been a few weeks ago, and Cal had stopped coming around for his hits. Nigel had tried not to take it personally. He had no idea if the guy was gay and dealing with his own journey of self discovery or whether the whole thing had given him some kind of awakening he had to deal with. He just… he had to admit he had been worried.

Turns out, Cal had a lot to forget about. He’d opened up a little that day – he was some bigwig in The Movement – those fucking weirdos who seemed to be running everything since their meteoric rise a decade ago. A damn cult was what it was, but then Christianity had started as a cult too hadn’t it? Nigel couldn’t quite remember, it was years since he’d read anything about the defunct and antiquated religion.

And then he hadn’t expected Cal to turn up on his doorstep, shaking and shivering, dripping wet from having walked from fuck knows where in the rain to his apartment. He was detoxing, going cold turkey and that shit hurt, so he had apparently gone looking for the only person he felt he could trust in this situation. What qualified Nigel as that person, he had no fucking clue. But what was he supposed to do?

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It wasn’t unusual for Hannibal to spend some evenings alone in his own bedroom. But as Will passed the door, he saw the fire had gone out in the fireplace. 

No music played. There was no reading light for a book or sketching. Hannibal was just sitting in the dark, on the bench at the foot of his bed.

Will sat beside him. The moonlight from the window caught on the sharp lines of Hannibal’s face, and Will realized they were tracked with tears.

“Hey.”

If Hannibal was ashamed, he didn’t show it. He acknowledged Will with a sigh.

“Y’know, you haven’t always been easy to read. Or deal with. But over the years, I’ve come to accept you’re prone to being pretty dramatic.”

Hannibal didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes said ‘you better have a point, Will.’

“But this, Hannibal? Sitting in the dark all alone, crying? This is some Blanche Dubois level bullshit.”

“While I appreciate your touching concern, my open door was not an invitation.”

Will tilted his head, taking in the tension in Hannibal’s posture, the downcast lines of his features. “You’ve never had someone else around before. On this day.”

Again Hannibal didn’t answer, but a twitch at the corner of his mouth told Will all he needed to know.

Part of him really wanted to find a place to stick a knife. Kick Hannibal while he was down. It would serve him right. But Will couldn’t help how he reacted to wounded birds. So instead, he pulled Hannibal into his arms.

Though Hannibal didn’t make a sound, his shoulders shook as he buried his face against Will’s neck. Trembling fingers curled into Will’s shirt at his sides. Will stroked a soothing hand down Hannibal’s back, carefully avoiding the ridges of the scar he didn’t want to think about.

“You’re not alone anymore, Hannibal. Not ever again. You understand?”

Hannibal nodded, soaking Will’s shirt with his tears.

“I mean it. If you ever try to leave me, I’ll kill you.”

Sobs turned to soft laughter. Hannibal pulled back to look at Will. Backlit by the moon shining through the window, most of Hannibal’s face was cast in shadow. But Will saw the glint in Hannibal’s eye, something painfully vulnerable, right before Hannibal kissed him.

Will thought it was good they were sitting; he was pretty sure his legs turned to rubber.

“Promise me,” Hannibal said against Will’s lips.

“Oh, I promise. I’ll fucking gut you.”

“Mm.” Hannibal kissed him again. “Good.”

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Ugly by nightliferogue 

(chapters 1/6) 

It all started with the black egg. 

 The egg is under the nest box,
uncracked and cold. Elias has never seen a chicken egg that large but again
he’s not been around chickens much either. 

 So he went to his brothers. 

 Gregor took one look at the egg and ran,
yelling out for Franz. Josef refused to touch it, noting right off that it
“must be a Liderc” which Elias has never heard of before but Franz
came in attempting to grab it before he can ask more.

 "Kill it! No good will come from
it!“

 Elias looked at the egg, feeling oddly
attached but promised his brothers he’ll break the egg outside. 

 Gabriel came in just as he turned the
corner, yelling and starting an argument that upset him so Elias returned to
his bedroom instead. 

 The egg he keeps with him, staring at
it oddly before deciding to put it back in one of the nests in the coop. 

 After an hour Elias returned to find
the egg on the ground again and took it into his room. 

 Sound asleep with the egg nestled in
the inside of his arm, Elias didn’t notice the black chicken that walked past
his room or feel the egg wiggle against him. 

 It’s not very hard to hide the egg from
his brothers.

 They barely ever went into his room,
though Josef sometimes ventured in for cheese. He hid the egg under his bed, nestled
around blankets. 

 The first time the egg started to
wiggle two weeks passed. Elias is surprised, nervously rushing to
research. 

 It’s too early. 

 "Not yet, egg,” he put his
hand on it, “It’s too early and you do not want to come out wrong. Who knows
what you’ll be then?”

 A week and a half later, Elias is woken
up to pecking on his cheek. 

 The creature inside is not a bird. 

 A monster, this is what Josef called a
Liderc: a black chicken-like thing with wings and a crooked beak, whose
bugged out eyes that seem to be staring. 

 Elias put out his hand and the monster
pecked at it curiously. 

 "I will call you Ugly.“

The monster spread its wings and made a
noise, settling on the bed beside him. 

“Goodnight
Ugly.”

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