I hope you don't mind getting another prompt! I would love to see the flip side version of the French Mistake Hannibal AU you wrote (which was AWESOME), with Hugh and Mads. (Are they in the water? Do they have to cuddle to keep warm? Perhaps some romance blooms while they're on the run?)
Hugh doesn’t recall the last several falls going on for quite this long. In fact, they should have made impact with the mat below almost instantly. Instead, he feels the undeniable rush of open air all around him, tightening his grip on Mads’ shoulders as he opens his eyes.
He lets out a shocked scream that is immediately swallowed up by the swirling blackness that surrounds them. They are falling, falling, falling… The impact is like a thousand angry knives piercing his skin.
Water, up his nose and flooding his eyes, gulping down great mouthfuls as he struggles to keep his head above the surface. Once he’s certain he can move his arms and legs, he panics for a moment when he realizes that, upon impact, he lost his grip on Mads.
“Mads!” Hugh shouts above the deafening crash of waves, frantically spinning in the water, searching for any sight of his friend. He spots him several feet away, clinging to the side of a jagged rock.
“What’s happening?!” Mads shouts as Hugh paddles over.
“I don’t know,” Hugh says. “Are you hurt?”
“I can’t feel my fingers or my toes,” Mads says, lips trembling. “I don’t know. Everything hurts.”
“We need to try to find dry land.” Hugh grips Mads’ arm as they pull away from the rock, floating out into open water.
They swim for what feels like days, their bodies battered against the cliff face as they search frantically for the shore. When, finally, Hugh spots it, he’s got his arm hooked around Mads’ chest. He practically drags him from the water. They both collapse face-down on the narrow swath of gravel and sand, shivering and gasping for breath.
“I think I’ve been shot,” Mads croaks out, groping at his belly as he flips onto his back.
Hugh frantically reaches up to inspect his own face. “Fuck,” he says. “How…”
“It’s so cold.” Mads’ whole body is trembling next to him.
“Come here,” Hugh says, rolling until their bodies make contact. They cling to each other, shivering, bleeding, terrified, the morning sun peaking out just above the horizon.
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