Just a bunch of fangirling stuff

Because some fandoms wormed their way into my heart and refuse to leave. Now inactive. Continued on sunnnnyy.

[littlebunnyman]

Where I should be

Quentin isn’t the type of person who propositions people he just met. And yet, the day he finds out that magic is real, he does exactly that- and is somehow successful. If only Eliot would finally take him up to his room. 

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Quentin has no idea what is going on. One moment he is running after a page that fluttered out of his notebook, the next he is stumbling onto a wide lawn, sky blue and sun shining. The gate he came through disappeared. A perfectly normal day.

You’re not going insane.

He makes his way to the building on the other side of the lawn. Someone is lying on the balustrade in front of it- they must be able to explain what is going on.

When he gets closer, the person turns to him and watches him approach.

Oh no. He’s hot.

He stops a few feet in front of the stranger, greeting stuck in his throat.

The man sits up, looks at a card. “Quentin Coldwater?”

“Uh-huh.” He’s still trying to wrap his mind around suddenly stepping into a parallel world and this gorgeous man looking like he stepped out of one of his many preppy fantasies doesn’t help- especially not looking so skeptically and activating every last ‘let me prove myself’ cell in Quentin’s body. The man jumps from the sign, crosses the small distance between them and oh, he’s really tall and… “Fuck me.”

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[littlebunnyman]

Leave your worries behind

Another entry in my series about the questionable career choices of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter after the events of the season 3 finale. This time, Hannibal is a life coach. He gives totally normal advice.

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[littlebunnyman]

Promise to be patient

Percival posts thirst traps on Instagram, Mordred can't resist, and somehow things do not go as expected.

A Mordred/Percival Modern Day AU with Instagram, pining, and misunderstandings.

Chapter 1 now on Ao3

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It’s too early for this.

He pauses the video, and a close-up of the flexed biceps fills his screen, taunting him. Checking his Instagram feed first thing in the morning had been a mistake. His finger taps the screen even though he knows better, and the video zooms out, catches Percival Montgomery winking at the camera, grimacing as if pumping those weights was actually difficult for him.

He nearly whimpers. It's embarrassing. He should be used to it by now, has seen Percival’s other videos; he knows what he can lift.

Or probably not. He has never met him, never even talked to him. Of course he doesn’t know what Percival can or cannot lift.

The video loops back to the start and Mordred watches it for what must be the fifth or sixth time. If Morgana could see him now, she’d have a blast. Laugh for half an hour, tell him to grow up and slide in Percival's DMs like any other horny man and get laid, and then laugh some more. She’d be right to. Mordred isn’t someone who ‘slides into DMs’ and not only because the strangers in his own DMs are annoying.

But here he is, actually contemplating hitting on someone over Instagram: brought down by a biceps. He won’t do it, of course- he is better than that.

His resolve falters when Mithian shares a photo in her story. A photo of Percival hanging upside down on some contraption- shirtless, obviously- with the description @percivalmontgo and his new toy.

But he perseveres. At least until Percival uploads a photo of himself, sitting on his motorbike in the afternoon, the sun glinting off the black metal. It’s too easy to imagine himself behind that muscular back, clinging to his torso...

He calls Morgana to stop himself from doing something stupid.

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[littlebunnyman]

Now completed!

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[littlebunnyman]

Promise to be patient

Percival posts thirst traps on Instagram, Mordred can't resist, and somehow things do not go as expected.

A Mordred/Percival Modern Day AU with Instagram, pining, and misunderstandings.

Chapter 1 now on Ao3

Beginning under the cut

It’s too early for this.

He pauses the video, and a close-up of the flexed biceps fills his screen, taunting him. Checking his Instagram feed first thing in the morning had been a mistake. His finger taps the screen even though he knows better, and the video zooms out, catches Percival Montgomery winking at the camera, grimacing as if pumping those weights was actually difficult for him.

He nearly whimpers. It's embarrassing. He should be used to it by now, has seen Percival’s other videos; he knows what he can lift.

Or probably not. He has never met him, never even talked to him. Of course he doesn’t know what Percival can or cannot lift.

The video loops back to the start and Mordred watches it for what must be the fifth or sixth time. If Morgana could see him now, she’d have a blast. Laugh for half an hour, tell him to grow up and slide in Percival's DMs like any other horny man and get laid, and then laugh some more. She’d be right to. Mordred isn’t someone who ‘slides into DMs’ and not only because the strangers in his own DMs are annoying.

But here he is, actually contemplating hitting on someone over Instagram: brought down by a biceps. He won’t do it, of course- he is better than that.

His resolve falters when Mithian shares a photo in her story. A photo of Percival hanging upside down on some contraption- shirtless, obviously- with the description @percivalmontgo and his new toy.

But he perseveres. At least until Percival uploads a photo of himself, sitting on his motorbike in the afternoon, the sun glinting off the black metal. It’s too easy to imagine himself behind that muscular back, clinging to his torso...

He calls Morgana to stop himself from doing something stupid.

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[littlebunnyman]

Damn good night

The one where Quentin brags about things he didn’t do, it bites him (metaphorically) in the ass, and he still gets a damn good night out of it.

Rated Explicit.

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Quentin has a problem, and he only has himself to blame- no, that’s not true. It’s partly Eliot’s fault for being stupidly well-endowed, and it’s mainly Penny’s fault for being an insufferable prick who loves making him miserable. And the evening had started so well.

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[fangrrlsing]

And I'm happy by the way

“I know that it wasn’t you,” Mordred interrupts him. “It was the Lamia. Nothing you could’ve done about it.”

“But you resisted her.”

Mordred looks down. He can’t tell him. Merlin is still hiding after all these years. Because magic is illegal in Camelot. That should be enough not to tell anyone. Right?

OR

Magic reveal gone wrong. A Mordred/Percival fic.

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[littlebunnyman]

Love run

It's Halloween which means it's time for Sacramento's annual mating run! For their first Halloween together, Galen and Grigg dress up as moral support for Jyn.

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The quiet rattling of the children’s roller coaster is audible from down three roads, the general hum of many people coming together low underneath it. The closer they get to the fair, the thicker the air gets. Smells of roasted almonds and candy and grilled meat mingle with the cloying excitement of young adults ready to mate, jittery nerves of the young teens ready for their first run, expectant onlookers only driving the emotions higher.

“I thought this was supposed to be a mating run.” Galen looks around curiously, taking in the many food stalls, the game booths, the roller coaster. An area is fenced in, two pillars supporting the massive ‘START’ sign that marks the starting point of the runs. A gaggle of teenagers, omegas and betas alike, stand around it. “I didn’t expect it to be such a spectacle.”

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[littlebunnyman]

Damn good night

The one where Quentin brags about things he didn’t do, it bites him (metaphorically) in the ass, and he still gets a damn good night out of it.

Rated Explicit.

___

Quentin has a problem, and he only has himself to blame- no, that’s not true. It’s partly Eliot’s fault for being stupidly well-endowed, and it’s mainly Penny’s fault for being an insufferable prick who loves making him miserable. And the evening had started so well.

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[littlebunnyman]

Whispers from the dead

As far as Will can think back, he could always see his past lives. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that the events of the past had the tendency to repeat in the present. It never meant anything good for him- until he remembers his life during the Viking Age.

It’s Hannigram A/B/O Big Bang 2021 season and it’s finally time to share my fic! I got to collaborate with @kishafisha (link to art in fic).

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@hannigram-a-b-o-library​

[fangrrlsing]

“I’m Julia from Germany”

Julia’s job is reuniting people with their lost family members and friends. Her latest case leads her to the United States of America on the search for Cora Hale’s brother. She finds him.

An Everyone Is Human AU where the Hale fire still happened but everyone is alive and well.

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[fangrrlsing]

If heart to heart be found together

“You!” is all he can think to say, full of indignation and longing and anger. Rochefort looks just as surprised. “D’Artagnan.” They scrutinize each other warily, then- “I hadn’t expected to see you again.”

—

After the events of Young Blades d’Artagnan is making his way to Paris. On the road he meets an alpha he never wanted to see again. But life rarely cares for his wishes so he just has to deal with it, accidental bonding and all.

on Ao3

[fangrrlsing]

“I’m Julia from Germany”

Julia’s job is reuniting people with their lost family members and friends. Her latest case leads her to the United States of America on the search for Cora Hale’s brother. She finds him.

An Everyone Is Human AU where the Hale fire still happened but everyone is alive and well.

on Ao3

[fangrrlsing]

If heart to heart be found together

“You!” is all he can think to say, full of indignation and longing and anger. Rochefort looks just as surprised. “D’Artagnan.” They scrutinize each other warily, then- “I hadn’t expected to see you again.”

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After the events of Young Blades d’Artagnan is making his way to Paris. On the road he meets an alpha he never wanted to see again. But life rarely cares for his wishes so he just has to deal with it, accidental bonding and all.

on Ao3

[fangrrlsing]

I decided to use this blog as my promo blog for my fics. Expect posts about my existing fics in the next weeks.

[littlebunnyman]

Hugs needed

More hugs! Mordred and Percy hug some more and Ethan gets to enjoy a slightly spoiler-ish hug.

[littlebunnyman]

On Ao3.

[fangrrlsing]

Hugs needed is a series of unrelated drabbles all around hugs with a guaranteed hug per drabble. Included fandoms for now: Hannibal NBC, Merlin BBC, Resident Evil Village.

[littlebunnyman]

And I’m happy by the way

“I know that it wasn’t you,” Mordred interrupts him. “It was the Lamia. Nothing you could’ve done about it.”

“But you resisted her.”

Mordred looks down. He can’t tell him. Merlin is still hiding after all these years. Because magic is illegal in Camelot. That should be enough not to tell anyone. Right?

OR

Magic reveal gone wrong. A Post-Lamia AU where Mordred is already a knight when they meet the Lamia and is maybe, kinda in love with Percy.

[littlebunnyman]

Now on Ao3.

[maulthots]

Hannibal Tropes: Religious Horror