#tflg

Starscream just looks at the other Starscream just like when a human finds a mormon missionary on their doorstep.

Ugh. This Starscream is actually two feet taller then him. But he is far fuglier and more disgusting looking.

“Ugh. No. Even the humans banned the missionary practice. I’m a Cybertronian, why, for Primus’ sake, are you acting like an organic?!”

Starscream’s eyes flash gold and crimson, ah yes new prey.

“And for your information, I’m an Arknaught, a Priest of Primus. One of the High Ones in fact, since its my duty to perserve and revive extinct Cybertronian life.

Except yours.”

“And one of the duties of an Arknaught is to feast on the metal of our enemies, to nourish the newsparks we incubate...”

Starscream’s claws sharpen as fangs gleam.  And khyr face-splits open as metal grinders whirrrrrr and scream.

Metal is shredded,  plating is pried off, limbs are ripped off, cables are stripped, energon is consumed as one of Primus’ followers feeds.  

The Fair Lady’s Game (chapter three) by shiphitsthefan [Bedelia/Hannibal; Sherlockian fusion AU; explicit]

Dr Hannibal Lecter has enjoyed a casual long-distance relationship with Bedelia Du Maurier for years. As an opera diva and popular starlet, Bedelia’s rendezvous with him are typically short, whirlwind affairs. Hannibal fell in love with Bedelia the first day they met, but respects her wish to remain an independent woman, though it pains him to do so.

Only Hannibal’s friend and adventuring companion, consulting detective William Graham, can solve the case for romance. His methods for doing so, however, remain as unusual as ever.

{written for @electric-couple‘s Historical AU prompt}

As Graham had told them, James was happy to invite Hannibal and Bedelia in, though Price’s was not due to open for another hour. Hannibal had to wonder if Graham had rung him up whilst he and Bedelia strolled; James typically only served a continental breakfast prior to luncheon, yet here they sat with a full English. Granted, it wasn’t entirely authentic—crab instead of haddock, no bubble and squeak—but the kidneys were cooked perfectly, so Hannibal found little fault with the inauthenticity.

Bedelia kept to her mushrooms and poached eggs, of course; she’d never been able to stomach eating meat around Hannibal. If he could not possess her, than her gastronomic choices would have to suffice.

“Ever the gentleman,” she said as Hannibal offered his porridge to her.

“It would be rude for me to let you go hungry.”

“As rude as my desertion of the offal?”

“Hardly rude when you share a good meal with a good friend.”

Bedelia laughed. “It’s only polite because you get an extra kidney out of the bargain.”

“As you say.”

Beyond teasing Hannibal for his appetite, Bedelia was strangely silent over breakfast—not that they didn’t speak. They merely talked about the inconsequential: her tour and his writing; her conquests and his adventures. Genteel, because, though James was a kind soul, he was also particularly fond of eavesdropping.

But Bedelia could only stand so much politeness. “The tea isn’t good enough to keep me from inquiring as to Graham’s proposal.” She lowered her gaze before adding, “A girl does not like to be kept waiting, you know.”

The Fair Lady’s Game by shiphitsthefan [Bedelia/Hannibal; Sherlockian fusion AU; explicit]

for @hannibalcreative‘s #EatTheRare and @electric-couple‘s Historical AU prompt

Dr Hannibal Lecter has enjoyed a casual long-distance relationship with Bedelia Du Maurier for years. As an opera diva and popular starlet, Bedelia’s rendezvous with him are typically short, whirlwind affairs. Hannibal fell in love with Bedelia the first day they met, but respects her wish to remain an independent woman, though it pains him to do so.

Only Hannibal’s friend and adventuring companion, consulting detective William Graham, can solve the case for romance. His methods for doing so, however, remain as unusual as ever.

“Get him out of my house, Dr Lecter.”

It was hardly the first time Miss Chiyoh had greeted Hannibal thus upon his return from rounds at the indigent clinic. There was a sharpness to her features this time that worried Hannibal, however, as though she might take matters into her own hands and complete what Mr Hobbs had attempted in “The Adventure of the Opposite House”. Hannibal had no doubt that Miss Chiyoh was, quite likely, a sharper shot.

“How has Mr Graham offended you today, dear lady?”

“In his melancholy,” she began, “he has taken to the harpsichord. The din is intolerable.”

Hannibal frowned. “That isn’t so unusual during the lull between cases.”

“He has also taken to my chimney.”

“I beg pardon?”

“With a hammer.”

“Ah.” Hannibal wished he knew what to say beyond that, which words would best placate their quietly furious landlady. “Are you wishing for his permanent removal or…?”

Miss Chiyoh seemed almost insulted by the question—hardly Hannibal’s intention. “At this juncture, I am equally amenable to your inviting him to a long dinner or pushing him off another cliff.”

The Fair Lady’s Game (chapter two) by shiphitsthefan [Bedelia/Hannibal; Sherlockian fusion AU; explicit]

Dr Hannibal Lecter has enjoyed a casual long-distance relationship with Bedelia Du Maurier for years. As an opera diva and popular starlet, Bedelia’s rendezvous with him are typically short, whirlwind affairs. Hannibal fell in love with Bedelia the first day they met, but respects her wish to remain an independent woman, though it pains him to do so.

Only Hannibal’s friend and adventuring companion, consulting detective William Graham, can solve the case for romance. His methods for doing so, however, remain as unusual as ever.

{written for @electric-couple‘s Historical AU prompt}

Mr Graham never took to his bed, but that was to be expected when his mind was spinning with new ideas. Enrapt in his work as he was, Graham had not even acknowledged Hannibal when he came home. Hannibal made his way up the seventeen steps, placed his walking stick into the stand, crossed behind Graham and the harpsichord, and silently retired to his room.

He slept restlessly, and not only due to the ruckus directly outside his bedroom door. Hannibal’s mind was plagued with thoughts of the evening, of his great and terrible love for a woman who promised none in return, of the way she writhed under him as he made love to her, this time on the dressing room’s chaise. Bedelia’s words in his ear were obscene; Hannibal treasured each one, even those she had whispered in his ear about Graham’s interruption, of what they might discuss the next day.

It confused Hannibal, Graham’s sudden interest in sexual exploits. “I have neither drive nor inclination,” Graham had told him once while jibing his courting of Miss Bloom. (It had been a singularly dull pursuit, Hannibal had agreed, but a welcome distraction following Graham’s “death.”) Regardless, Hannibal had always suspected Graham’s strange perversion; they had never been able to hide much from each other.

This was hardly the first time, however, Graham had questioned the nature of sexual desire. It was typically with regard to a case, or else after, Graham attempting to understand how a procreative urge could drive a man to impulsive jealousy or, more typically, murder. “The act cannot possibly be that wondrous,” Graham had opined. “Beyond that, it’s a repetitive, mechanical motion—how does one not succumb to utter boredom?”

Hannibal had quietly laughed. “There is more to it than a piston in motion, dear Graham.”