#cookie writes

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He didn't mean for it to spiral out like it had. Truly. It was only supposed to be a vent. A spite filled release. A way to get his frustration out, because what the fuck was that book. How did it get fucking published? The hockey was, quite frankly, insulting to anyone with even an ounce of intelligence and the most basic concept of the game. The fact that the romantic interest was into someone who sucked as much at hockey as the lead did was baffling to him.

Shane could write better than this. It wouldn't even be that difficult.

And apparently it wasn't, considering the fact he's currently staring at the revised draft his editor sent back for his third fucking book.

Christ. What had his life become.

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will doesn't bother to go inside. there's no one around for miles and the house will be stifling, even more so than his porch. instead he strips down, tossing his clothes next to him as he lays on the couch he keeps outside. he dozes off, the sun warming his skin, knowing he has nothing to do for the next 12 hours.

will ends up dreaming. he's in hannibals office, spread out in his chair, completely bare. he has his hand around his cock, his movements guided by accented words. a familiar lithuanian accent encourages him, little whispers of "you are doing so well, will. such a good boy," and "don't be shy, show me what makes you feel good."

he cant see hannibal, but he can feel his presence, strong, domineering, gentle. he likes the breath he can feel on the shell of his ear as hannibal encourages him. he is so close, he just needs a little more—

"—cum for me, boy."

and that's all he needs to be spilling over himself. he wakes up then, after he's made a mess of himself and his porch couch. its humiliating, to be quite honest, that his unofficial therapist had him cumming in his sleep like he was in high school again. he moans blearily, stretching as he prepares to get up and clean himself, when he hears a familiar accented voice.

--

when hannibal left his office to go see will, using a case jack gave him as an excuse, he did not expect to find will naked and exposed on his porch. he certainly did not expect to find will naked and grinding against the cushion he was laying on.

hannibal supposes he should try to wake will up, to spare him humiliation. hannibal also supposed that if will happens to not wake up, he should need proof of that. he slides his phone out of his pocket, sets it to video, and presses record. hannibal then murmurs at will halfheartedly, saying "will, wake up. I have a case to talk to you about."

will, predictably, does not wake up. will, unpredictably, lets out a muddled moan, his hips twitching.

fascinating.

if hannibal were to test something, surely he could not be faulted for that.

keeping his voice low, hannibal croons, "will, darling, what are you doing?" and will lets out a gasp and a high whine, his hands loosely grasping at the couch he rested on.

how is hannibal supposed to resist those sweet sounds? hannibal encourages hims softly, drinking up the soft whimpers as hannibal plys him with praise.

wills noises grow desperate, and hannibal looks on with amusement. hannibal tells his sweet boy to cum, and he does, calling a slurred version of hannibal's name as his cock jerks and spills.

hannibal sees wills eyes fluttered open soon after that, and he cant help purr, "did you have a nice nap, will?"

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oh god.

will slowly tilts his head up, blue eyes meeting deep hazel.

hannibal is on his porch. hannibal is on his porch and will has cum all over himself. hannibal is on his porch and will is covered in cum because he dreamt about hannibal.

Bundus is the kind of man to say as long as you're happy. When you tell him about your new boyfriend, then name every bad habit your current boyfriend has.

"Strange guy, ain't he....."

All the things you never noticed. Every habit he has, both seen and unseen, laid out to you. Won't be able to look at him the same, will you?

I think Kai is a tough guy to make crack to cry. But it could be such a tender moment, and would have to be a build up of emotions that Kai has been resistant to express. Kai has been in survival mode since it was just him and Kai - young kits out in the wilderness and having to fend for themselves after the death of their parents. Certainly, Grimshire must have lent their support, but there are some things only Kai as the older brother could understand as a survivor and a guardian to the only family he has. He must feel as if he needs to shoulder all of this, on himself.

Survival was as rewarding as much as it was punishing - scrapes, bruises, empty bellies - but it had to be worth it in contrast with the joy of a large catch or a bushel of fennel, the grin of his younger brother and the swell of pride as they could sit beside their fire pit with full stomachs. Kai must of had to shove down the grief and stress for the sake of making sure Tano, didn't have to face the brunt of suffering. He can't afford to be weak. He could dampen such feelings when he had the routine and rhythm of survival to preoccupy him.

With the events of Grimshire, however, I can see things turn on its head. As soon as the Red Tide pulls in, so does Kai's anxiety. He calculates how much dried fish they have to live off of before their larder runs out, where to fish and hunt away from the Hunt, how much to ration (I always imagine Kai gave the largest portions to Tano, a point of contention between them now that Tano is old enough to know his brother's self-sacrificing habits), and by Anima, how to make sure Tano doesn't get sick. In my mind, Tano is always the priority for Kai before himself.

Then there's the beast in the woods, and I'm sure a majority of us can imagine the spike of anxiety Kai and Tano may have. The increasing threat of starvation and the thought of death looms over all. The Lynx Brothers are far more exposed to what beasts there may be, and Kai probably takes watch every night during that event. Sleep doesn't come easy, and most certainly won't if that happens to Tano.

So, imagine the Farmer, after tirelessly mining or foraging for the sake of the next town project - to find Kai perched on that incline the Lynx Brother's shelter in the Marsh. Haggard looking, yet eyes gleaming in the dark as the Farmer approaches, spear held tight. What semblance of ease only returns when the Farmer verbally announces themself, and the grip on the spear slackens. But he doesn't let go. His eyes, flicker behind the Farmer in occasion, on edge.

It's dangerous to be out this late. He may say, low and chiding. The Farmer could probably only pose the something similar - Yet here you are. And here is Kai.

There could be a quiet talk between the two, hushed to not wake Tano as they discuss the events of the season and those past. It's only when there's a lull, that the questions turn to Kai - Have you eaten? How long have you been awake? Perhaps the questions start to prickle Kai, already sleep deprived, not wanting to seem weak and briefly thinking the care is judgement. But the soft utterance of Are you okay?

He's silent. Of course he's not. Of course he's hungry, tired, and scared. Scared for Grimshire, scared for his brother, scared for himself. But how can he say those things aloud? Complaining is a luxury, fear is for kits who could hide in the arms of their parents. Yet warm tears slide down his face before he can look away and stop himself, the darkness of night betrays him when he lets out a shuddering breath when he tries to deflect with his answer.

My simple pleasure: Hunting

My greatest strengths: Me

Best way to ask me out: Please

While you sit there swooning about this mystery man from whatever strange dating app, you're friends share a worried glance at each other, looking through his profile,

"Look at him, isn't he so cute!"

Silence

A blur of man, a topples picture of him, head covered and in the snow. They're all less than impressed when they're met with a picture taken too close to the camera, hollow blue eyes staring them down.

Your first friend turns to you, "Listen, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this."

"There's no way this is real. Please don't tell me this is real?!"

"It's cool right! He said he lives in the countryside, lives off the land, that sort of thing!"

The look on their faces is nothing short of disapproval 'You can't really fall for this, can you?'

It's clear, with every photo and message they swipe through, their faith in you is lost.

"I've video called him so I know he's real!" Like that makes the whole situation better

"Did you show him outside of your apartment too(?)" Your friend is met with an elbow to her by one of the other

"You know what, call him. Right now, we need to see him."

You fumble around with the phone, half hoping he won't pick up. What's more embarrassing, he picks up and they only reply with "ew" or it goes to voicemail....

The tone rings twice before he picks up.

The screen is close to his face when he picks

"Hello!" He seems very excited to see you

"Hi ... just wanted to say hello, my friend also wanted to say hello." you angle the phone towards them, unimpressed as he hides away quickly

"Well at least he's real...."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nick Carraway/Jay Gatsby Characters: Nick Carraway, Jay Gatsby Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Jay Gatsby Lives, Jay Gatsby Loves Nick Carraway, Gay Jay Gatsby, gatsby gets shot, Gatsby Goes by James Again, They Open a Food Truck, Gay Nick Carraway, Nick Carraway Loves Jay Gatsby, Angst to Fluff Kinda I Guess, One Shot, this was for a school assignment, fuck off, they kiss, Short One Shot Summary: