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Tag: madancy au
Behold! By the crimson bands of Cyttorak, we promise you this – your mortal eyes have never seen such mystic enchantment as awaits you next issue! Till then, may the Vishanti speak your name softly!
A while back, @slashyrogue and I put together a timeline post for Hannibal Extended Universe characters, to help anyone wanting to create pairings that were contemporary with each other.
Mads’ characters are red, Hugh’s are blue. The dates in some cases are an average as there wasn’t room to put b. and d. dates (where known).
As more movies have come out I’ve decided to update the timeline (and will do so again, likely later this year, when more are released). I won’t be adding any characters to the timeline until their projects are released.
Luconnor AU: Part Time Alpha
There were few jobs that paid enough that Lucas was comfortable in anymore. He didn’t do well with crowds, strangers, or even most other alphas which made career opportunities that paid enough sparse.
Which was why the flier at the market caught his eye.
Part Time Alphas Wanted
The phone number is questionable but he calls anyway.
The building he’s directed to after a phone interview is professional looking and the next talk is even better. Within two weeks he’s given his first client.
A week later he’s given two more.
By the first six months he’s one of the most requested alphas on staff.
Then as Spring rolls in he’s given an emergency situation with a new client he’s never met before.
Mr. Joe Connor
Lucas walks up to the apartment and almost immediately is hit with a scent that makes him shudder.
Mine
He knocks on the door and waits to see those lovely eyes he remembers from the picture in Joe’s file.
The minute the door opens and Lucas is hit with the scent of desperate heat all the rest fades away.
**************
Joe’s hard glare makes his insides churn.
“I don’t think I need this anymore.”
Lucas looks away and fights the tears that want to come. “I see. If there has been something in my performance that’s unsatisfactory…”
Joe’s hollow laugh makes him look again.
“No, nothing’s…I just can’t.”
He nods. “I will see myself out.”
The walk to Joe’s door is hard and turning the knob even harder.
“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? You won’t…”
He turns and sees Joe has his arms crossed and his face is wet with tears.
“You asked me to leave.”
“But you’re…you’re supposed to tell me no! That you….I just…”
Lucas walks over to him and touches his cheek, the tiny shiver that goes through them both a spark he doesn’t think he can live without for long.
“Tell me.”
“I…I don’t want it to be part time anymore. I can’t get you out of my head and I miss you when you’re not here. I think I’m–”
Lucas smiles. “I love you too.”
The bruising kiss he gets in response makes him want to howl, but instead all he does is hold Joe harder.
He’ll never let go.
If you’ve missed the latest fandom wank, here’s what’s going on. Madancy fics tagged “Hannibal (TV)” have been reported to AO3 as being tagged incorrectly, even when the “Hannibal (TV) RPF” tag is used alongside. Appeals have been made to AO3; so far, the only responses are rude and threatening. Nobody should have to worry about fic deletion or banning just because they write a rare pair.
The best way to circumvent this nastiness and prevent further conflict is to just make a new tag for rare pairs. Enter the new fandom tag, “Hannibal Extended Universe”.
This will be a brand new listing on AO3 for all of our rare pairs: Spacedogs, Madancy, Basic Chickens, Valhalla Enchanted, and on and on and on. Instead of tagging “Hannibal (TV)” for a rare pair fic, you would put “Hannibal Extended Universe”. It won’t be a selectable tag in the fandom drop-down box until the AO3 tag wranglers see enough instances of it to make it searchable, so we’ll have to type it in for the time being. After discussion over twitter and in chats, fannibals have reached a consensus that the creation of a subfandom umbrella is finally necessary.
I don’t want to see any of our beloved rare pairs suffer, and this actually makes it easier to look specifically for rare pair fic. Please, spread the word; let’s make this happen.
OKAY! So I know I’m letting a few people down here, since I didn’t do a gif of Igor (Mads in
Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky) and
Ellis (Hugh in Deadline Gallipoli) but I’ve not given up. I may yet do a gif, but for right now I don’t have the inspiration to draw. This is me trying to get my mojo back. As you can see it’s lazy at best. Sorry D:
Home
“Darling I’d like to talk with you about something.”
Adam looked up from his tablet and felt an uncomfortable ache in his belly. Nigel was standing by the couch rather than sit on it and he had a very serious look on his face.
“Ok.”
“We’ve been together for some time now and I’ve been here quite often, you know? My landlord even had a laugh over it the other night when he saw me heading into my place. That he hadn’t seen me in ages.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with your landlord.”
Nigel sighed and sat on the couch arm, his tattered blue jeans a stark contrast to the yellow of it.
“That’s not the point, Star. I was thinking that it might be a good idea if I…moved in here.”
Adam blinked.
“With me?”
Nigel smiled. “Yes, Darling. Move in here with you.”
Adam frowned. “Why?”
Nigel reached out to touch his toes and Adam pulled his foot in.
“I want to be with you at all times, Star. Don’t you want to be with me too?”
Adam bit his lip. “I don’t know if—“
“It’s fine, darling. Really it is.”
Nigel got up and grabbed his shoes much to Adam’s chagrin.
“Where are you going?”
“I have this thing with Darko I just,” he toed on his left shoe, “Really have to fucking finish.”
Adam stood up as Nigel grabbed his coat. “But you said you were staying earlier.”
Nigel’s frown made Adam’s stomach twist in knots. “Not tonight.”
That was the first time Nigel didn’t kiss him goodbye.
Adam found himself unable to sleep that night, the cold side of the bed a constant reminder that Nigel wasn’t beside him. He grew increasingly agitated till the bed felt wrong and he worried his bottom lip till he picked up the phone.
Nigel answered on the first ring.
“Adam what’s happened?”
Adam was quiet as he thought of what to say.
“Darling, if someone is there with you breathe very heavily and—“
“The bed is cold.”
Nigel didn’t answer.
Adam started to pace.
“It’s cold and you’re not here breathing next to me or kissing my neck like you do sometimes and—“
“You miss me, Star?”
“Yes, very much.”
Nigel made a noise that may have been a chuckle Adam wasn’t sure.
“I miss you too.”
Adam let out a long breath.
“I want you here,” he confessed, “All the time I want you here but what if one day I bother you too much with the things I do and you decide you—“
“Darling, that’s not going to happen. Those things you do? They’re you. I fucking love you. I love that you like to eat your noodles two at a time and count out loud when you think I can’t hear. I love that you fold your clothes in alphabetical order but pretend it’s by color. I love—“
Adam blinked back tears.
“You knew that?”
“Star, I know you.”
“Nigel, I love you and would like you to come back. Not just for sleeping. I don’t want you to ever leave.”
He could hear the smile in Nigel’s voice when he answered.
“I’m coming, Adam.”
The phone cut out and Adam sat on the couch while he stared at the door. He knew it usually took twenty three minutes for Nigel to drive the motorcycle between their apartments.
Nigel made it in seventeen minutes and forty seven seconds.
Adam stood up when the door rattled and when Nigel came into the room he hesitated.
“I’m sorry.”
Nigel crossed the room and when he pulled Adam close the scent of him made Adam dizzy. He touched Adam’s bottom lip with his thumb.
“I know, Darling,” he sighed, “but there is no reason to apologize. Are you all right?”
Adam kissed him hard, a smash of mouths more than a love gesture. Nigel pulled him up and they backed into the bedroom, losing clothes till desperate want overtook them.
“Missed you,” Adam gasped, “Please Nigel harder.”
Nigel rutted against him till Adam came with a groan, digging his nails into Nigel’s back.
The guttural growl as Nigel spilled between them made Adam sigh, kissing his neck as shudders of pleasure went through him.
He felt Nigel’s hand in his hair and lifted his head to see a familiar smile on Nigel’s face. Nigel’s cheeks were flushed, a thin sheen of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he smelled of them both even from here. Adam had never felt more right than in this very moment.
“That was very nice.”
Nigel’s smile widened.
“That was perfect, Darling,” he said softly, “You can now go get the washcloth.”
Adam was out of bed so fast he almost tripped and when he came back Nigel was lying with his legs open.
“You knew about that too?”
“Darling, if you’re going to wipe me off after I’ve fallen asleep be sure to warm the cloth first.”
Adam blushed. “Ok,” he said as he dragged the washcloth across Nigel’s cum. He thought for a second about licking it but now the coldness would make the consistency wrong and Adam didn’t like most consistencies but he liked to taste Nigel’s cum warm.
“I know some things about you too,” he said as he started to wipe himself, “That you don’t think I know.”
Nigel started to run his fingers along Adam’s lower back and it felt nice.
“Oh?”
“I know you eat counterclockwise.”
Nigel laughed. “I do no such thing.”
Adam got up from the bed to wash out the cloth. “You always start at twelve o’clock and go around your plate. You also sing in the car even without the radio and—“
Nigel came up behind him and Adam dropped the washcloth as he hugged him. “I adore you, Star. Every fucking day I love you more.”
Adam leaned into him and whispered, “You also talk to me sometimes when you think I’m asleep.”
Nigel’s smile against his cheek made Adam turn his head to look his way.
“What do I say?”
“Words I don’t always know but you always,” he bit his lip, “You always tell me you love me.”
“Darling, don’t cry.”
He kissed Adam’s tears and Adam closed his eyes.
“I just want you to know that I know you too.”
Nigel pressed his lips to Adam’s eyelids one by one. “I am one fucking lucky man.”
Adam suddenly felt very tired.
“Nigel, I’m tired.”
Nigel loosened his grip and lifted Adam into his arms. He barely felt his head hit the pillow before Nigel said, “I love you.”
Adam sighed. “Welcome home, Nigel.”
Nigel tightened his hold on him.
“Thank you, Adam. You can sleep now, Star. I’m not going anywhere.”
Adam slept better than he ever had before that night and every night thereafter. Nigel said it was because of how warm his body heat made the bed covers but Adam knew better.
Everything felt better with Nigel.
Nigel was halfway home when he spotted the rose.
It was lying on a park bench just a few blocks before his place and when he touched it his skin itched. He didn’t want to let go though but something made him look around before he left.
That’s when he saw Adam.
Adam looked worried as waited to cross the street clutching a bag in one of his hands. Nigel let go of the rose fast when he saw what was peeking out of the bag.
Roses.
He wiped his hands and hurried off practically vibrating in anger.
Adam had found his familiar.
There was no other explanation.
Who could blame him for it really, Nigel was a shitty one wasn’t he? They’d spent only a few weeks together and he’d felt better than he had in years but Adam’s magic fizzled every time it touched Nigel. Like oil and water they were to the point where Nigel just stopped answering Adam’s calls.
He didn’t need a mage.
It was fine.
Nigel was so caught up in his upset he didn’t even realize Adam was walking beside him until the mage spoke.
“You dropped this.”
He was startled and stopped mid-step to see his lighter was in Adam’s palm.
It was engraved, ‘To Nigel The Best There Is’ and every time he looked at it Nigel wanted to toss the fucking thing in the river. He shivered when their fingers brushed and when Adam smiled everything felt worse.
“You look nice. Pale, but nice.”
Nigel took out a cigarette and went to use his lighter when Adam lit his own finger to help instead. He inhaled and the flame rose higher just enough for them both to notice.
“That’s odd.”
“I’m odd, Darling. Remember? Oil and water you said.”
Adam frowned and clutched his bag tight. “You’re angry with me.”
Nigel laughed. “No, Adam. I’m angry with myself. I know now that I’m not meant for this shit and…”
Adam grabbed hold of Nigel’s shirt and pulled him in hard. “You’re very rude.”
He shivered. “Darling, let me go.”
“No, I…you just disappeared and I kept looking you know? I asked lots of other mages if they knew you and some people even told me to stay away so I did but…”
Nigel’s eyes glowed. “We don’t work, Adam. We…”
The first touch of Adam’s lips to his was pure spark, the deep shudder that went through Nigel overwhelmed to the point of no return.
This.
This was what he was supposed to be doing.
He didn’t even feel the cigarette drop from his hands and when Adam let go of the bag neither noticed that either. This was true magic, he could feel it, and the more aroused Nigel grew the better it felt. When they pulled apart Adam caught his breath before he spoke.
“I did lots of research and when a mage feels deep sexual attraction to a familiar it’s because they’re meant to communicate their power through sex magic. There are lots of books and…”
Nigel grabbed him with both hands and crushed their mouths together again just as he felt a brand burn into the back of his hand.
Adam’s brand.
He had Adam’s brand.
He’d been claimed.
When they broke their kiss both were breathless and hardly noticed the crowd they’d attracted to watch a branding in real time.
Nigel smiled and touched Adam’s cheek. His whole body hummed to see the Star brand on his hand.
“Let’s say we get started on some communication.”
Adam smiled. “I’m happy the rose worked or we would’ve never seen each other again.”
Nigel blinked.
“It was a spell.”
“Oh yes. To locate you specifically, well to locate my heart’s desire and there you were.”
Nigel took his hand and kissed it.
“And there you were.”
He was home.
- Painted in Red ~ Hitman x Artist AU
“That pretty little painter boy of yours… does he know what you do for a living?“
Save the Dates: January 19-21, 2018 – It’s Royale Instinct Weekend!
Just as the holidays will be coming to an end, join us to celebrate the pairing with nary a fluffy fic to expend – Jean is a criminal who is good with cash while Adam is an asshole reporter who is not low on sass!
Share with us with your creations old or new and together, let’s make the fandom fall in love with these two! Give us all you’ve got – art, fic, gifs, manips, moodboards/ aesthetics, playlists – everything counts!
Don’t forget your Vodka Martini! See you then!
– slashyrogue & shoegazerx
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