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. 

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 

hannigramprompts:

There is an old saying that goes, “Be careful what you wish for.”

Adam Towers runs an online blog called, ‘The Bite Stuff’ that talks about the injustice of the vampire elite versus the human population but does it anonymously.

He searches for things that can humiliate certain vampires, some quite easy to find dirt on but others not so much especially not LeChiffre.

Adam finds a bit of dirt on the high ranking LeChiffre family quite by accident and is just about to post it when he’s attacked in his home, dragged away and thrown right into the man in question’s clutches.

He soon finds himself learning more than ever before about what goes on inside the mind of a vampire, and tries to keep LeChiffre’s attention because as many before him have known: If he gets bored, he gets very hungry.

slashyrogue:

Royal Instinct AU: Mine 

Adam Towers never fucks the same alpha twice. 

It’s a rule he’s lived by since he presented ten years ago and has never had reason to break it. 

Then he meets the one alpha he can’t get out of his bloody head. 

He can’t even blame it on heat hormones. His heat has been long gone for weeks when they meet but just one touch to his cheek by Jean Duran and  the rule go right out the goddamn window. 

The sex is phenomenal: desperate, hard, and soft all. When they’re done Adam mourns the loss of his knot. Then they fuck the next morning, and the day after that, and the day after that. 

It’s been a week in Jean’s hotel room when Adam wakes up and realizes with horror something he’d rather die than do.

He wants to bond. 

That’s why he leaves, runs out, and vows never to see Jean Duran again. 

Which is why seven months later when he walks into the event held by his new bosses at the post he does’t think twice about volunteering to be auctioned. 

It’s for a good cause after all. 

Then he gets up there and a voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“One hundred thousand dollars.” 

Adam freezes. 

“Shit.” 

Jean’s smile makes him curl his lip. 

No one else throws out a number.

Adam’s led down the stairs and Jean waits at the bottom of them. He takes Adam’s hand and kisses it. 

“Congratulations,” Adam whispers, “You just wasted way too much money. I’m not–” 

Jean pulls him in close and Adam whimpers. “I would’ve spent a million for just one more night,” he whispers, touching the gland on Adam’s neck, “Just one more chance to force you to be mine.” 

“I’m not–” 

He kisses Adam’s gland and Adam moans like the worst kind of needy omega. 

“You are. We both know you are. I’ve waited months to find you, to wait for a moment where you could not escape. I paid your employer and told every man who would think to attempt to bid that I would cut their throats if they even tried.” 

Adam laughs. “You didn’t.” 

“I said, he’s mine. They did not need to be told the rest.” 

Adam clings and breaths him in. 

“Shit,” he moans, “Shit, shit, shit.” 

Jean smiles against his skin. “Say it.” 

“I am,” he sighs, “I am.” 

Jean lifts his head and touches Adam’s cheek. “There, was that so hard? Now, let us dance for the evening. Then we can retire to my room and I will make you mine in every shape and form I possibly can.” 

Adam smiles. “Who says I can’t make YOU mine?” 

Jean kisses their lips together so softly Adam whimpers as they part. 

“Let’s see who holds out the longest, shall we?” 

slashyrogue:

There was a dangerous look in his eye, a twitch, and Adam knew immediately the first thought was that he was lying.

“I’m not lying,” he spat, glaring, “You think I wanted this? Stuck with this kid till it comes out so I can give it….”

Jean stood abruptly, lip curling back as he snarled, “You will NOT give my child away.”

Adam walked up to him, staring coldly. “You’re not my alpha, you have no control over my body in any fucking way so I can do just about…”

He was pulled, hard, the hand on his chin digging into his skin. “You will live here, in this apartment, for the duration of your pregnancy and then leave the child here. I will pay you a handsome fee for this and we will never need to see each other again.”

Adam pushed him off, rubbing his jaw, and staggering back. “How much?”

Jean eyed him coldly. “Whatever number you desire.”

Adam ran a hand over his burgeoning belly, the slight paunch there visible through his shirt. “A million dollars.”

“Sold.”

Balmain – shoegazerx – Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

shoegazerx:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Casino Royale – Fandom, Basic Instinct 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: LeChiffre (Casino Royale) x Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Characters: Le Chiffre (Casino Royale), Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Light Bondage
Series: Part 2 of Diamonds, Fur Coat, Champagne
Summary:

In which a particular luxury item elicits bad behavior.


Get yo Royale Instinct boys and girls, hot off the press!!

God’s work knows no rest.

Balmain – shoegazerx – Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Tom Ford – shoegazerx – Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

shoegazerx:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hannibal (TV), Casino Royale – Fandom, Basic Instinct 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: LeChiffre (Casino Royale) x Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2)
Characters: Adam Towers, LeChiffre
Additional Tags: Rough Oral Sex, Rough handling, Hints of praise kink, Light Dom/sub, Jealousy
Series: Part 3 of Diamonds, Fur Coat, Champagne
Summary:

In which a particular luxury item leads to punishment.


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Tom Ford – shoegazerx – Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

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Pet

Explicit // M/M // Le Chiffre Casino Royale)/Adam Towers (Basic Instinct 2) // Tags: Prompt Fill, pet play (sort of), collars
Prompt fill for @sexwithspectres : Royale Instinct + more Panther

A little continuation of

Panther, from Le Chiffre’s POV.


[ALSO ON AO3]

As yet, there had been nothing in his developing relationship with Adam that had given Jean pause for thought. Perhaps this should, but it didn’t. Instead he grinned at Adam – the slight flush to his cheeks and scent of arousal obvious – as he held the collar out to him when he returned to the bed.

Jean took it and turned it over in his hands. High quality leather, a large bell – to mimic the collar of a usually much smaller cat.

“You wish to domesticate me?” He rumbled, amused.

Adam grinned back. “I’m sure I already did.” An obvious twitch of his cock.

Jean couldn’t argue. In his everyday life he was still the formidable carnivore people knew and feared. But with Adam, he was gentle, vulnerable and – when they were both inclined – submissive.

Even when he had claws out for Adam, he was tame – he was his pet.

To that end, the collar was amusing.

He smiled wryly as he allowed Adam to slip it back from his grasp. With no hesitation or fear of refusal, Adam crawled over him, their hardening cocks sliding together as the bunny straddled him. He leaned forward, crushing their hips together to place the collar around Jean’s willing throat.

Adam moved slowly forward before sitting back up, sinking back onto Jean’s waiting cock. He twisted his finger under the collar, pulling it a little tighter when Jean groaned. Adam always felt amazing, and Jean was always willing to allow him to take whatever he wanted.

As Adam started to ride him slowly, one hand still keeping the collar tight, he stroked Jean’s cheek with his free hand.

“Such a sweet kitty. Just waiting for this bunny to declaw you.”

Jean groaned as he nodded. Adam grinned as he dropped his hand to the bell, giving it a flick so that it jingled.

“Good kitty.” He growled before moving in ever harder and deeper movements, giving Jean no doubt of how much Adam really enjoyed domesticating him.

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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.”

Continued at: 

No Bunny But You

Royal Instinct AU: Mine 

Adam Towers never fucks the same alpha twice. 

It’s a rule he’s lived by since he presented ten years ago and has never had reason to break it. 

Then he meets the one alpha he can’t get out of his bloody head. 

He can’t even blame it on heat hormones. His heat has been long gone for weeks when they meet but just one touch to his cheek by Jean Duran and  the rule go right out the goddamn window. 

The sex is phenomenal: desperate, hard, and soft all. When they’re done Adam mourns the loss of his knot. Then they fuck the next morning, and the day after that, and the day after that. 

It’s been a week in Jean’s hotel room when Adam wakes up and realizes with horror something he’d rather die than do.

He wants to bond. 

That’s why he leaves, runs out, and vows never to see Jean Duran again. 

Which is why seven months later when he walks into the event held by his new bosses at the post he does’t think twice about volunteering to be auctioned. 

It’s for a good cause after all. 

Then he gets up there and a voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“One hundred thousand dollars.” 

Adam freezes. 

“Shit.” 

Jean’s smile makes him curl his lip. 

No one else throws out a number.

Adam’s led down the stairs and Jean waits at the bottom of them. He takes Adam’s hand and kisses it. 

“Congratulations,” Adam whispers, “You just wasted way too much money. I’m not–” 

Jean pulls him in close and Adam whimpers. “I would’ve spent a million for just one more night,” he whispers, touching the gland on Adam’s neck, “Just one more chance to force you to be mine.” 

“I’m not–” 

He kisses Adam’s gland and Adam moans like the worst kind of needy omega. 

“You are. We both know you are. I’ve waited months to find you, to wait for a moment where you could not escape. I paid your employer and told every man who would think to attempt to bid that I would cut their throats if they even tried.” 

Adam laughs. “You didn’t.” 

“I said, he’s mine. They did not need to be told the rest.” 

Adam clings and breaths him in. 

“Shit,” he moans, “Shit, shit, shit.” 

Jean smiles against his skin. “Say it.” 

“I am,” he sighs, “I am.” 

Jean lifts his head and touches Adam’s cheek. “There, was that so hard? Now, let us dance for the evening. Then we can retire to my room and I will make you mine in every shape and form I possibly can.” 

Adam smiles. “Who says I can’t make YOU mine?” 

Jean kisses their lips together so softly Adam whimpers as they part. 

“Let’s see who holds out the longest, shall we?”