For the WIP game, "joenickyroadtripcabin" and/or "someone almost died" ? :D ?
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Wow, I really just called this one like it is. To be totally honest, I started this because I wanted to write a winter road trip fic instead of a summer one, and one set in Canada. Currently 3700 words, this is missing the why and conflict, but has some interesting feelings in it.
He half-wakes to the sensation of Joe getting into bed, crawling between Nicky and the wall. Thereâs space between them, the covers sagging.
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Disgruntled and cold now that he knows Joe is nearby, Nicky heaves himself over with a groan, pressing against Joeâs back. He works his arm between Joeâs warm belly and the chilled wall.
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âItâs like sleeping with an old dog,â Joe chuckles, muffled by the wall. He has his forehead pressed there. He must have read for too long in the poor light, strained himself.
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âYusuf,â Nicky sighs against Joeâs nape, too trapped in sleep to be offended.
I need to put up or shut up on this one. This is a Hannibal BDSM fic wearing a casefic coat. Itâs so old that reading it feels like I stole it from an alternate universe version of myself, which I guess I did.
Will shrugs too, helpless against the mimicry. âSomeoneâs dying,â he says, âtheir life in your hands, and youâre supposed to let them go?â
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He looks to Hannibal, for guidance, confirmation. Hannibal draws a quick line across the oval. Willâs flat mouth.
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He says, âDidnât you? You let Hobbs go.â
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Behind his glasses, Willâs eyes flash and he sits up straighter. âI couldnât save them both. And. Abigail was worth saving. She has potential.â
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His hand is tight on the chairâs armrest. Hannibal takes a moment to draw the sharp shape of that hand before closing his book, the pencil inside.
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âYouâre right, of course,â he says soothingly. âShe does.â
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Under the whiplash kindness, Will wilts, his anger fading into vague confusion. He watches Hannibal closely, looking for the next shift.
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Hannibal looks at his watch. Will is still looking at him when he glances up.
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âDrink?â he asks Will.
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Will waits, swallows. âYes. Okay.â
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