Jul. 28th, 2020 10:12 am
Sunday Six(ish)
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thrillingdetectivetalesA very belated Sunday Six(ish)* this week, because I was busy busting out last-minute fills and pinch hits for a variety of exchanges. Some of these were fills I started and wound up abandoning for various reasons, and thus, they will never see the light of day. Others are just ideas I wanted to start playing with to see if they had legs, which may or may not come to fruition.
Hannibal Witcher!AU
Will snorts, brow furrowing, and narrows his eyes. “Do you know who I am, Captain?”
Crawford’s self-assured joviality ebbs, and he regards Will with for a long moment, gaze dark and solemn, before acknowledging, “William of Maribor. Seer of the Slaughter.”
Will inclines his head with a smirk and twirls his hand in the air like a courtier being introduced at a ball. Satisfaction twists bitterly in his gut, and he raises his mug to his mouth, murmuring over the rim, “I take it you’ve heard the ballads.”
“Everybody has.”
The Tick (2017) where Arthur and Superian's secret marriage is outed to the whole world, including Arthur, who had no idea
“Arthur Everest knows full well how dangerous Superian is, and instead of demanding his immediate expulsion from our planet, he’s provided the world’s most destructive illegal immigrant with the legal justification to live not only on Earth, but right here in the very heart of God’s greatest country, the good ol’ U.S. of A.”
“Wait,” Arthur says, “what?”
“That’s right, America!” Pearl slaps his palm against his desk and swivels his head to the right. The screen cuts to another camera angle to meet him. “Superian has landed himself a green card marriage!”
“What?” Arthur says again, a few octaves higher, while the screen cuts to a badly Photoshopped graphic of Superian in a wedding gown. It’s probably supposed to be unflattering, but despite the graphics department’s best efforts, Superian is possessed of enough otherworldly handsomeness that he’s kind of pulling it off, which Arthur feels is vaguely unfair given the circumstances.
The Nice Guys post-canon smut
“Thought you were gonna sleep the day away, old man.”
Jackson huffs a laugh and surrenders his grip on March’s hair in favor of brushing his fingers back through it, combing the messy fringe up off March’s forehead. He’s rewarded with a high, sweet sound that skates past March’s teeth while his eyes flutter closed, tawny lashes fanning out against his cheek.
“Doesn’t seem like that was putting too big a hitch in your plans,” Jackson rumbles, voice still ragged with sleep.
“A little hitch is still a hitch,” March murmurs, and pushes up into Jackson’s questing fingers.
Hannibal AU where Bev lives
Beverly smirks, shaking her head, and leans back in her seat. She stares into the depths of her latté for a long moment, watching the expertly effected flower warp into a pale ripple in the slowly deflating milk foam. “I don’t know,” she admits, drumming her thumb against the mug in a nervous tattoo. “I thought this would be easier.”
“What, finding out your friend is a cannibalistic serial killer?” Zeller asks, quiet and not without sympathy.
Beverly huffs a laugh, only slightly bitter, and raises her mug to her mouth. “When you say it like that it just sounds ridiculous,” she mutters, and takes a sip.
And, for my own perusal, a table of upcoming writing projects, in chronological order by due date or date I hope to have them completed by, if they're existing WIPs. I'm trying to figure out what all I need to be working on month-to-month to meet my end of the year goals, but if you'd like to chat about any of the projects on the list, I welcome that, too! (Note: some of these are self-imposed due dates, so don't freak out if you're signed up for the same thing and have a different date down.)
There will likely be other fic and ficlets that pop up in here, too, but these are my planned fic.
I'm going with Sunday Six(ish) instead of a hard Sunday Six because sometimes you just need another sentence or two to really encapsulate the punch of the scene, y'know?
Will snorts, brow furrowing, and narrows his eyes. “Do you know who I am, Captain?”
Crawford’s self-assured joviality ebbs, and he regards Will with for a long moment, gaze dark and solemn, before acknowledging, “William of Maribor. Seer of the Slaughter.”
Will inclines his head with a smirk and twirls his hand in the air like a courtier being introduced at a ball. Satisfaction twists bitterly in his gut, and he raises his mug to his mouth, murmuring over the rim, “I take it you’ve heard the ballads.”
“Everybody has.”
“Arthur Everest knows full well how dangerous Superian is, and instead of demanding his immediate expulsion from our planet, he’s provided the world’s most destructive illegal immigrant with the legal justification to live not only on Earth, but right here in the very heart of God’s greatest country, the good ol’ U.S. of A.”
“Wait,” Arthur says, “what?”
“That’s right, America!” Pearl slaps his palm against his desk and swivels his head to the right. The screen cuts to another camera angle to meet him. “Superian has landed himself a green card marriage!”
“What?” Arthur says again, a few octaves higher, while the screen cuts to a badly Photoshopped graphic of Superian in a wedding gown. It’s probably supposed to be unflattering, but despite the graphics department’s best efforts, Superian is possessed of enough otherworldly handsomeness that he’s kind of pulling it off, which Arthur feels is vaguely unfair given the circumstances.
“Thought you were gonna sleep the day away, old man.”
Jackson huffs a laugh and surrenders his grip on March’s hair in favor of brushing his fingers back through it, combing the messy fringe up off March’s forehead. He’s rewarded with a high, sweet sound that skates past March’s teeth while his eyes flutter closed, tawny lashes fanning out against his cheek.
“Doesn’t seem like that was putting too big a hitch in your plans,” Jackson rumbles, voice still ragged with sleep.
“A little hitch is still a hitch,” March murmurs, and pushes up into Jackson’s questing fingers.
Beverly smirks, shaking her head, and leans back in her seat. She stares into the depths of her latté for a long moment, watching the expertly effected flower warp into a pale ripple in the slowly deflating milk foam. “I don’t know,” she admits, drumming her thumb against the mug in a nervous tattoo. “I thought this would be easier.”
“What, finding out your friend is a cannibalistic serial killer?” Zeller asks, quiet and not without sympathy.
Beverly huffs a laugh, only slightly bitter, and raises her mug to her mouth. “When you say it like that it just sounds ridiculous,” she mutters, and takes a sip.
And, for my own perusal, a table of upcoming writing projects, in chronological order by due date or date I hope to have them completed by, if they're existing WIPs. I'm trying to figure out what all I need to be working on month-to-month to meet my end of the year goals, but if you'd like to chat about any of the projects on the list, I welcome that, too! (Note: some of these are self-imposed due dates, so don't freak out if you're signed up for the same thing and have a different date down.)
| Due Date | Exchange/Event/Project | Fandom | Pairing |
| Aug 10 | LLSS Memorial Prompt Fill | Band of Brothers | Don Malarkey/Joe Toye |
| Aug 21 | Femslash After Dark Exchange | Fandom TBA | Pairing TBA |
| Aug 31 | Careful Application of External Pressure | Grimm | Nick Burkhardt/Monroe |
| Aug 31 | H/C Bingo Fic #1 | Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter |
| Sept 1 | Expansion Draft Blues | The Pacific | Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton/Eugene Sledge |
| Sept 6 | EA Fic for x_disturbed_x | Dragon Age | Varric/F!Inquisitor |
| Sept 15 | His Magical Pet Anthology | Original | Original |
| Sept 30 | H/C Bingo Fic #2 | Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter |
| Oct 31 | EA Fic for kalika_999 | Grimm | Nick Burkhardt/Monroe |
There will likely be other fic and ficlets that pop up in here, too, but these are my planned fic.
I'm going with Sunday Six(ish) instead of a hard Sunday Six because sometimes you just need another sentence or two to really encapsulate the punch of the scene, y'know?
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