#spacedogs au

[hanniballover67]

AU where Nigel is Adam’s mum’s boyfriend…

… yes I am writing a fic about this 🤭🥵

[slashyrogue]

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter 1/51

Tags : Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam RakiDuncan Vizla | Black Kaiser Markus Hansen (Retfærdighedens ryttere) Mark (Move On) Aiden (Blood and Chocolate) Original CharactersAlpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Mating Cycles/In Heat Auctions True Mates Angst with a Happy Ending Mutual Pining Men Crying Bottom Will Graham Top Hannibal Lecter Alpha Hannibal Lecter Omega Will Graham Alpha Boss Hannibal Lecter Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen Character Combinations Mating Bond Smitten Hannibal Lecter Bottom Hannibal Lecter Top Will Graham Stalking

Hannibal has spent his entire life making money off of omegas selling their heats.

He's never been interested in buying one for himself.

Until Will Graham.

[slashyroguefics]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 14/32 Fandom: Adam (2009), Charlie Countryman (2013), Hannibal (TV), Polar (2019), Retfærdighedens ryttere | Riders of Justice (2020), Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Duncan Vizla | Black Kaiser, Markus Hansen (Retfærdighedens ryttere) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Auctions, True Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Men Crying, Bottom Adam Raki, Good Alpha Nigel, Jealousy, surprise mpreg, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Parent Death, Mentions of Cancer, Alpha Boss Hannibal Lecter, Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen Character Combinations, Misunderstandings Series: Part 1 of The Heat Series Summary:

Every month there is a line out the door to be considered for Heat Auction.

Nigel has never been affected by omegas, caring little for their high maintenance spoiled natures, but as he goes through thousands of interviews over the years he never even bats an eye at one of them.

Until Adam Raki.

PERIODICALLY UPDATING NOT ON A SCHEDULE

[radishannibalblog]

#AdamRaki #SpaceDogs #CityHunterAU #ナイアダ

@cottoncandiescupcakes @arbeaone @victorineb @slashyrogue @moonie-21

[moonie-21]

✨I'm home now✨

It's late in the night, Nigel and Darko are busy with a deal while Adam watched them from a sofa at the back of the room.

Nigel occasionally glanced at Adam; he would have left him in another room, but he preferred to be close in case he needed something.  Like the time Adam fell asleep on the sofa, laptop open, with his glasses perched precariously atop his gorgeous nose, faintly shivering from the chill of the night, and Nigel how get's to carefully carry him to their bedroom.

Darko's voice drew Nigel back to the transaction; the two bastards didn't want to pay up. The guy that would't shut the fuck up, Foma, was testing his patience. The deal had been concluded, sum and merch established, before the meet; but instead, they brought up a change of plan upon their arrival.

If it weren’t for the ensuing hassle and bloodshed, he would have shot them already.

 He took a deep breath; he was really losing his temper.  It's a completely useless discussion and, as if that wasn't enough, Adam was here, waiting patiently. Normally by this time, his darling was comfortably asleep at home.

Adam, who hadn't uttered a word in all this time, looked at the present company: Nigel, Darko and the two strangers. 

The guy who sat in front of Darko was quite tall, bald, very talkative and had an annoying voice.  The other was silent from the start; he just stared at some point behind Nigel and Darko.  Next, his gaze fixed on Nigel, who Adam could tell was visibly angry.  His jaw had stiffened and his eyes were focused on the bald one. When he saw Nigel's fists clench, Adam was compelled call his lover: "Nigel?"

As if shaken back to the present, Nigel immediately looked in his direction.

"How much longer are we staying here? I'm cold." Adam asked, as he laced his hands between in his knees anxiously.

Nigel stood up, took a blanket he had fetched earlier, and covered Adam.  Nigel bent down and whispered, "we are almost done, dragă." Adam inhaled and closed his eyes.  “Ok."

Liev, the other man, that hadn't spoken a word, let out a sound of derision that didn't escape Nigel’s ears.

Nigel straightened up, almost stretching and turned towards the two. "Gentlemen, after all this shit, I think it's time to conclude.” With a snarl, he walked over and stood by the table. He added, "there'll fucking be no changes." Darko followed: "If your boss doesn't accept our terms, any kind of protection that has been guaranteed until now will cease immediately. I want an answer within the next five minutes.”

***

Foma left the room to call, while Liev stayed. Nigel lit a cigarette and Darko toyed with his phone.

Throughout the bargaining, Liev had remained motionless, but now, as if out of boredom, he began to look around. The room was half empty, except for the table, the chairs, a cabinet behind his suppliers, and the couch where the boy was sitting.

He fixed his gaze right to the boy. The boy had a strange way of speaking, monotonous, and he was decidedly out of place. He probably didn't even know how to throw a punch; this made him smile.

Liev decided to get up to stretch a little and, putting his hands in his pockets, he made a slow turn in the half of the room he had occupied, then sat next to Adam.  The boy's reaction was immediate; he stiffened so much that he almost seemed to break, it would be fun to play with him.

He scooted closer so that he could be heard by the boy, and not be immediately attacked by Nigel who was watching Liev from the moment he had pull his ass up out of the chair; he whispered, "you must be Nigel's toy."

Adam had tried to remain calm, widened his eyes, and looked with the corner of his eyes at the stranger, without giving an answer.  Liev didn't add anything else and he raised his hand to touch a curl of the boy but he didn't succeed.  A clatter of furniture echoed in the room and Liev’s arm was jerked and locked in a steel vice.  Nigel was on top of him, a smile escaped Liev.

"Nigel!"  Darko barked.

Nigel held the grip tightly as he looked at Adam, and soon after, he slowly let go, giving Liev the chance to get up. Nigel rushed to the seat next to Adam, put his hand on his star’s knee and with his thumb drew small circles; trying to calm his little spaceman.  Adam, in search of contact, was caressing, almost imperceptibly, at Nigel's side.

Liev sat back in the chair, glared at the two, and with a scornful smile stared at the wall.

Foma returned to the room, Nigel didn't move.  It was Darko who spoke. "Have you reached a decision?"

 "The money has been transferred, we want the load by tomorrow night as scheduled." The two underlings left the room promptly afterwards. 

Soon after, Darko bid goodnight to Nigel and Adam.

Nigel relaxed and rested his cheek on Adam's shoulder, breathing in his scent. He picked up his phone and sent a message, put it back in his pocket and remained silent. It was Adam who spoke first.

"Nigel, I'm tired. Are we going home?"  Mumbling an affirmative, Nigel kissed Adam's neck and squeezed his hand. "Let's go home, dragă."

***

When Nigel and Adam returned home, they shed their day clothes; Adam put on his pajamas, which was a delightful sight to the Romanian.  The bed time had become one of his favorite moments he shared with Adam. The mingled scent of himself and Adam, the warmth and hush of their bedroom. The soft blankets, Adam's breath on Nigel’s neck and his smooth skin beneath his rough fingertips.  The feeling of Adam's hands as they gently touched every line of his face, brushed his forehead, caressed his eyebrows, outlined his nose, and pressed on his mouth.  His quiet voice became Nigel's lullaby.

Nigel held his spaceman until he felt his breath became shallow and even; assured that the boy had fallen asleep, he got up, took the cigarettes, put on his jacket and left without making a sound.  It was four in the morning, Nigel took the phone out of his pocket and checked the messages; he was interested in one message in particular which contained an address. He headed south.

When Nigel arrived, he leaned against a wall and lit a cigarette.  All he had to do was wait.

***

When Adam woke up, Nigel's side of the bed was empty. As he rose to leave the bed, he heard the front door open.  Soon after Nigel entered the room, he saw his lover awake.  His voice was low as he asked, "Hi, stea. Did I wake you up?", and shed his coat.

Adam looked at him quizzically. 

“Where have you been?"

"I wanted to smoke a cigarette"; and with a smirk Nigel added, "I'm home now."

As he gathered Adam in his arms, Nigel thought about the first time he returned to their new home—not just Nigel's or Adam's; theirs.  Adam had been waiting, bathed by the morning light, and had greeted him with that big, sweet smile:

"Welcome home, Nigel."

That night, someone else never came home.

Beta: @radiumkind 💕

Notes:

"Dragă" > "darling"

"Stea" > "star"

[theseavoices]

anyone remember the monster cock flashing hot dog truck fic idea I had?

I started it :D

[fragile-teacup]

‘Did you enjoy the show?’

'Absolutely, darling.’

'I felt your eyes on me all night.’

'Of course you did. You were radiant. My little Star.’

'Do you like my costume, Nigel?’

'I fucking love it. Now take it off. All of it. Slowly.’

[weconqueratdawn]

a bit more spacedogs faery au

for @theseavoices and to go with her perfect hannigram spacedogs art (which you can see with part one - link below)

thanks to all who left kind comments - i know @devereauxsdisease @fragile-teacup @pangaeastarseed in particular asked for more, so here it is :)

*

part one over here

The journey was a long one. Nigel knew how to use vines and tendrils, the fissures in the bark, to move as he wished through the tree. But the little faery - Adam - was much more unsure.

He worried the vines would snap, or the bark would crumble. The higher they went, the more afraid he was to fall. In the end, Nigel showed him how the plants obeyed him - when he reached out a hand, a creeper reached back and wound itself around securely around his wrist.

“All the things which call this tree home,” Nigel said, “must answer to me. In return, I give them protection. No deer nibble leaves from the lower branches and no crow steals eggs from its nests. So you have no reason to be afraid, as long as you are with me.”

Adam pursed his lips unhappily, and peered at the thick and crowding leaves below them. “It is still a long way down,” he said. “With or without your protection.”

“If you did fall, you would be caught,” Nigel replied. “I would tell the ivy to bind you, and keep you safe.”

Adam heaved a great sigh before nodding. “Yes,” he said. “I trust that you would. And I am glad to have met you, because otherwise I would have turned back by now.”

Nigel smiled at him. “If you want to see the stars, little faery, you will have to climb higher than this.” And with that, he ordered the ivy to make a ladder along the trunk. “Follow the ivy’s path,” he said, “and don’t look down. At the top, you will find a place to rest.”

He climbed with ease alongside Adam, swinging from leaf to leaf and twig to twig. It took Adam much greater effort - once or twice he stopped and clung to the ivy to catch his breath. When he reached the top, his arms and legs shook with tremors, but he smiled and laughed to find himself on solid ground again.

“I did it,” he said. “And I did not fall, either.” Then he looked around himself, expectantly. “But we can’t be there yet - this isn’t the top of your tree.”

“No, it isn’t. But, as it is daylight still, there is no point in waiting around up there for the stars. You will only get cold and hungry.” Nigel took hold of Adam’s shoulders and gently spun him round. “So instead, we will wait in here.”

Two great branches forked and spread, soft and mossy where they joined. In the one most upright, sheltered by a canopy of ivy, was a dark round hole.

“Woodpeckers made it, owls have roosted in it, and squirrels stored nuts in it,” Nigel said. “Many things have lived here. Now I do, and it is the warmest, most comfortable home you could wish for.”

Adam ducked inside and gave a little gasp. Nigel followed, feeling pleased. He did not often have guests, and usually ones not as strange as this, but of course Adam would like his home. Nigel could provide him with many impressive luxuries he was likely not used to, living so closely to the damp earth.

“Sit down and rest yourself,” he said, pointing at his cot. It stood in the corner furthest from the entrance - a pile of twigs leftover from a bird’s nest, stacked neatly and cushioned by fresh green leaves gathered that morning. On top was a blanket of woven thistledown.

Adam settled onto the cot and ran his fingers along the blanket in wonder. Nigel gathered water, acorn bread and honey, and set them on the polished piece of branch which served him as a table. “It is a fine blanket,” he said, as he set out cups and bowls and plates. “I trade with some meadow elves, who are very skilled at weaving. I can get you one, if you like. It would keep you warm, down in your dark burrow.”

Adam blinked a few times. “Thank you,” he said. “But I am well-provided for already. And this blanket seems very light - I prefer something thick and cosy, like the sheep’s wool one I have on my bed.”

“Sheep?” Nigel said. “Those large trampling animals? Why would you bother with such a creature?”

“They do not trouble me. And they leave their wool in the thorn bushes, ready for me to collect.” Adam smiled. “I could get you a blanket of their wool, if you like.”

Nigel laughed at the faery’s boldness - no meadow elf would dare speak to him that way - but Adam did not seem conscious he had spoken out of turn. He merely smiled some more and knelt on the swept floor by the table.

They ate with concentration and in good humour. Adam was far more complimentary about the food, especially the honey. Nigel was astonished to learn he had never eaten it before, and made sure he took plenty.

Afterwards, Nigel packed his pipe with dried strawberry leaves while Adam peeked out the entrance, at the fields and meadows below. The sun was dipping and the light growing golden and lazy. Soon it would be time to leave.

“Now you have come this far,” Nigel said, “are you still sure about travelling to the top of the tree? I ask because, once you begin again, you will not be able to turn back.”

“Why ever not?” Adam asked. His brow was furrowed and he worried at his lip. Nigel noticed he had already caught a little flush from the strong sun, and very fetching it was too.

Nigel didn’t answer. Instead he stood and fetched his whistle, carved from a particularly sharp blackthorn. He blew it and it gave a high piercing shriek. Adam covered his ears and so missed the sound of powerful wing beats growing closer and closer.

It was only when a shadow fell across the entrance that Adam took notice. One yellow eye stared inside and he froze in terror.

“Adam,” Nigel said, patting his shoulder. “Meet Darko.”