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Spamton ran a finger around the edge of her screen, following it down the long line of her neck to toy with the edge of her open collar, so close to the smooth contours of her soft, silicone chest. Borderline obscene, especially for how professional Tenna liked them to be, but who was he without a little risk? A sharp bite of static shot through him, and he leaned in to whisper against her vents.
“C’mon [[gorgeous]], I wanna see how much you missed [[little ole me]].”
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Running on the high of another successful season, Spamton and Tenna take a moment to indulge in each other.
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His big idiot TV had never once asked for something Spamton wasn’t already willing to give him. Always more than happy, blushing and eager as he spread himself open, to take and take and take until he was a stuttering, staticky mess. He didn’t push. They hadn’t even needed to talk about it. Besides, Spamton was more than familiar with what Tenna was working with. It would be impossible. Next to impossible. So of course there was no point in dwelling on it. Obviously.
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His hands.
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Spamton considers giving Tenna a rare reward, despite knowing better. Or so he thinks.
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Studios needed employees and employees ran on work, and even he could see that a studio that provided nothing, made nothing, would soon have nothing left to its name. A has-been business by a has-been man. It was only a matter of time.
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Tenna considers the past, the future, and receives a phone call.
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Billie took another sip. Wasn’t bad. Well-balanced, even. “I like the sour.”
“I can tell. You look like you’ve been sucking a lemon the whole time you’ve been standing here. Date stood you up?”
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Billie Gibson waits for a message that never arrives and meets someone new.
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He took a sip, grimaced, and wondered when Francis Crozier’s opinion had come to mean so much to him.
It didn’t, he told himself. Not really. Only that Francis was one of the best working photographers in their field, arguably in the history of Erebus Images, and James had found a strand of grey in his hair this morning.
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A small change forces James to confront some hard truths about himself. Francis is there to help.
A Model AU
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He checked his watch. Francis, for all his faults, ran like clockwork, his old naval training harder to kick than the alcoholism, which meant he’d be arriving five minutes before their agreed upon 7:00 pm meeting time.
It was 6:45. James had shown up fifteen minutes ago with his hair curled within an inch of its life and painfully beaming ear to ear.
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James asks Francis on a date. Everything goes as smooth as a shipwreck.
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He would have to try—would have to do something to reason with the man. An iron fist could be imperative, yes, but required balance in return. There was no love lost between the captain and the crew, and all that blood and fear and hatred could turn their dire situation into something…worse. Uglier.
What the men needed was reassurance. Guidance, yes. A fist could become an open hand, a man could be both. A captain worthy of their devotion.
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James struggles with Francis’ actions after the whipping and decides to confront him. All for the sake of the men, of course. No other reason.
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To Release this Serendipitous Design by TicTacTempo
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
12 Jul 2024
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Martin was more than pleasant. He was exciting. Intoxicating. A thrill just to be near and have close. A pillow of warmth he could press himself into whenever he wanted and would be welcomed. A beloved hand in his own. The first thing he saw in the morning and the last thing he saw when he closed his eyes at night. A miracle. His happiness was so overwhelming and encompassing it almost hurt.
Martin was…distant.
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Jon, Martin, the after effects of the Lonely, and some good cows.
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It was exhausting. He wasn’t sure if he was sleeping. Everything was black, and sometimes he wondered if he’d ever really opened his eyes since shutting them in that damned alley. He hadn’t found a window in his cell, though he supposed he wouldn’t.
His master wouldn’t want to take the risk, he was sure.
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Astarion dies, and continues living.
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Curled and Half Asleep by TicTacTempo
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
20 Nov 2022
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Master Qifrey lay reclined on their couch, glasses askew and wrapped in a quilt the girls had picked out together at a recent market. He sighed, sinking deeper into the pillows around him. His eyes were closed.
Sleeping.
Tetia’s own eyes widened, and she snuck back to her room, quickly and quietly as possible, excitement thrumming in her chest, fast as a hummingbird.
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When Tetia finds her professor asleep on the living room couch, she cooks up a plan to show him how beloved he really is.
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The Meaning of our Truth by TicTacTempo for plot_twists
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
06 Nov 2022
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Olruggio shifted, sitting up to blink blearily at the empty stone of his new room. Outside, the sun was still golden enough to mean that it was early, slanting across the shining wood floor.
This, of course, like many things in Olruggio’s life, had been Qifrey’s idea.
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After moving into their new atelier, Olruggio finds himself struggling with his growing feelings towards his closest friend.
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Reigen shifted in bed. He knew if he pulled off his boxers, the fabric would be damp. Not that he could see in the dark, but the heat of himself was undeniable.
He had been good! When he got off, maybe the man in question was tall and dark haired, but faceless! Plausible deniability and all that.
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Reigen goes home after the yokai fight and gets a little sweaty.
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“…Did you…want to stay?” This felt concerning. Should he be concerned? He felt concerned. God, children were so difficult. “You can if you want, you know. I still have your coloring book on the shelf.”
“Oh! Thank you, Master…but I, um, have something for you.”
“Something for me?”
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In the early days, Mob brings Reigen a present.
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None of Us are Going Back by TicTacTempo
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
15 Sep 2022
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So no, he wasn’t thinking of the mysterious new boy, no matter how much Alaira chattered on and on about how the latest story was that the child was actually a construct of wood birthed from a tree in those damned woods.
In truth, Olruggio often tuned out most of the talk around him and had almost forgotten the boy entirely.
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Olruggio meets Qifrey, and the rest is history.
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A Harsh Term by TicTacTempo
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
07 Sep 2022
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“Olly,” his voice was gentle and a bit of him rioted at the sense of calm that graced his nerves at the sound. “I cannot say—”
“And why not?”
“Yet! I cannot say yet. But I will as soon as I am able.” He reached out and tugged Olruggio’s sleeve, like he had when they were children. Olruggio stopped, staring at the wall. “Please trust me, old friend.”
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After Coco arrives at the atelier, Olruggio decides to let Qifrey know just what he thinks of the situation.
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“You mentioned two.”
Dionysus’ face started to pinch with what looked like regret. How it could get any worse, she had no idea.
“Dionysus, who is it?”
“Your, ah...sibling.”
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Upon learning the fate of her brother and her past lover, Ariadne decides to confront both them and the darkness within herself.
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“Just a small loan,” Dr. Lecter said. Will glanced up then quickly away. Still staring. “One that was repaid more than in full with the opportunity of letting me play in-house.”
“So selfless,” Will muttered. Bev elbowed him in the side.
“Do you not think it selfless to help out a friend and ask nothing in return?” Will clenched his jaw.
The nerve of this guy, Jesus Christ.
“Not when the offer is made to stroke your own ego, no, I really don’t.”
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A Hannigram AU where everyone works at Crawford's, an upscale piano lounge in Baltimore, and Hannibal is the piano player who performs on the weekend.
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He was standing quietly, a soft smile on his face. Almost as tall as Chilton, he had feathery bangs that were falling into his eyes, and their uniform jacket actually fit well on his broad shoulders. He had an air of elegance that Chilton could only hope to one day achieve. The boy caught Will staring and smiled wider.
Will instantly hated him.
“As you can see, class, we have an exchange student this year. Young Mr. Hannibal Lecter comes to us from the wild and tangled forests of Lithuania.”
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A HS!AU where Will and Hannibal meet in boarding school. Will is prickly and pissed off. Hannibal is charmed.
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What did Hannibal want? He didn’t have a fucking clue. Bedelia had implied. Hannibal had implied in his way of doing so just enough to run everyone around in circles for hours. Hell, Will had even implied up there on the cliff, covered in blood and finally alive. But it was all implications. Assumptions.
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In order to not deal with his feelings about Hannibal after the fall, Will starts a garden. It works about as well as expected.
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They stayed there for some time, sipping their coffee, feeling time slip past them like it usually did. He could almost imagine Will’s stream, cool and nipping at his ankles. He dug his toes into the carpet, wishing he could send the tension down and out and away.
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Hannibal and Will have a much needed conversation.