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[warpedchyld]

Prompts Are A Go For NaNoWriMo

So after a few days debate I decided fuck it; I am gonna go for NaNoWriMo.  So if you want, you can send me prompts. 

Here is one list of prompts you can use. Or send in your own. They will be at least 300 words long, possibly longer but not shorter. You can be as detailed as you want or vague as you want and just let me go where it takes me.

I’ll do my damndest to answer at least 3 a day but it also depends on how badly life kicks my ass that day. XD But I am determined to do this. 50k words is ultimate goal, but so long as I get out 300 words a day I will be satisfied.

I can write for Hannibal(that includes Tristhad, Spacedogs, etc), and eh, i’ll even give SPN, Teen Wolf, Dominion and...well send in what you want and i will give it a shot.

[warpedchyld]

Ok I don't know what's your policy with prompts and I've never prompted anyone *blushes* but I'll try. My prompt is a Madancy one: Mads + the smol/twinky/sexy as hell Hugh of the picture in which he has white shirt, jeans, a lot of curls and he is in front of a cart full of plates, bowls and a... little house (?). (you reblogged it a short time ago)

*Super Kami Guru Voice* I know it’s your first time so I’ll be gentle.  My policy is send em on it. It may take me 3 months to answer them but I will answer them. Not betaed, but enjoy my Precious Nonny. <3

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The photo shoot had gone over almost an hour which left Hugh 15 minute to make the 30 minute trip back to his hotel.  he didn’t even bother hanging out of wardrobe, they were his clothes anyway. He just made polite goodbyes and grabbed a cab. On the way he sent a text to Mads.

Shoot ran over. Will be there in about half an hour. Or two if traffic is bad. Ask front desk for key if you want, you’re on the list.

He got a reply back after about 10 minutes.

Ok. At your room. Beers ready.

Hugh laughed. Mads and his beers. Doing King Arthur had been good for him in more ways than one. Namely i had given him one of his best friends. And longest crushes but that was neither here nor there. Mads was an amazing friend to have, genuine and trustworthy. In their business, they both knew the value of having true friends.

Traffic was not horrible but it was there so Hugh didn’t get to his hotel till about 45 minutes later. He paid and bounded up to his room. While in the elevator he absently undid a few of the buttons on his shirt. The white material was cool and soft but he’d been in it for several hours and just wanted a shower and to relax.  He unlocked the door to his room and stepped in.

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Mads was enjoying a beer as he read through a script, the TV on for background noise but he wasn’t paying much attention. When the door opened he looked up and bounded to his feet, glad his friend had made it safe and glad to see him. His smile of greeting and welcoming hug faded as he took in Hugh’s appearance.

Curls disheveled, white shirt accentuating the peaches n cream complexion, the makeup making his eyes bigger and bluer and his face even younger. The shirt was partially undone, showing one slender shoulder and Hugh’s neck. Mads would never know what possessed him but all the longing he had ignored erupted and he slammed Hugh against the wall.

Not even Hugh’s shocked yelp of Mads reached him before he set his teeth to the junction where shoulder and neck met and bit. His groan rumbled deep and loud as he felt his teeth sink in and worked on sucking a mark into the pale skin. Only when it bloomed bright and red and purple did he pull back, panting like he had run a marathon. His breath stopped completely as he looked at Hugh.  Face flushed, eyes half lidded, bottom lip bitten red and swollen, glossy where he had licked it though  right now his lips were parted and he was boneless in Mads’ arms.  

Air returned  in a sharp inhale when Hugh gave a little kitten mewl of protest  and blinked open blue eyes darkened to near purple with need.

“Mads…?” His voice was small, hesitant and ended in a soft whine as Mads fisted his curls.

Hugh’s breathing sped up and he tilted his head back, baring his neck in full trust.  Mads wanted to place a mouth made collar of bruises on that unblemished expanse of skin but held himself in check.  Hugh’s lips were too tempting and he seized them, both of them moaning as Mads bit and sucked the plump bottom lip, worrying it even more red and swollen till Hugh whimpered and thrust against him.  Mads whispered soothingly to him in Danish and released his curls in favor of grabbing skinny thighs and hoisting Hugh up against the wall.   He slotted himself between Hugh’s spread thighs,, grinding against him till slender legs wrapped around Mads’ hips.

“Mads…Mads…please.” Hugh pleased shamelessly as he sought another kiss.

Playfully, Mads denied him,. Instead he pulled that damnable shirt lower, exposing one peaked, rosy nipple and lowering his head. Tongue flickering, Hugh clawing at his back. Mads did it again. And again till  Hugh growled and grabs his head, keeping it in place. Mads decided maybe he had teased enough and took the nub in his mouth, biting till he earned a pained whimper and then suckling gently to soothe it.  A glance down let him see a wet patch , small but growing over the bulge in Hugh’s pants and knew a similar one was forming in his own pants.

Hugh had clothes here, Mads didn’t so it was an easy decision to make. Mads pulled back, stretching the nipple out, loathe to leave the tasty little treat but he had other plans. . He carefully let Hugh down from the wall, and felt smug as Hugh went to his knees, legs too weak to hold himself up. He nuzzled at Mads thigh and fumbled with his belt.  Mads helped him and as soon as his cock was free Hugh nuzzled against it .  He looked straight up at Mads and traced the leaking head over his lips, glossing them with precum…and smiled.

Mads nearly came right there and thrust forward, shoving into Hugh’s mouth.  Hugh took it eagerly, one hand wrapping around Mads, just beneath his head. Red and slick with spit and precum, those sinful lips wrapped around the head of Mads’ cock, Hugh’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard.  Cursing in Danish and slamming his head against the wall, Mads tried to pull back but Hugh held tight, refusing to let go of his prize. Mads felt the tension build, low and deep in his abdomen and he was held, helpless and transfixed. Hugh on his knees, bruise living on the bared shoulder, shirt handing down lopsidedly and still exposing his red, tender nipple.

“Hugh…”Jeg er … Jeg er så tæt på..”  

Hugh pulled off his cock with a small pop and stroked him rapidly, mouth open and face tilted up.  Mads  bit his hand, muffling his scream as pleasure boiled over and he painted Hugh’s face and curls in several thick white strips. Hugh kept stroking, milking everything as he moaned and shuddered himself.   Mads was dimly aware that Hugh had cum untouched, just from Mads cumming on him.  That realization caused Mads to whimper and another weak pulse leave his cock, spilling directly into Hugh’s open, eager mouth.. He had to lean against the wall to keep from falling, breaths broken and stuttered..

For several minutes the only sound was their breathing.

“Well,” Hugh finally said, voice a bit raspy. “The shoot went well. “

Mads looked down, blinked….and laughed as he helped Hugh up and went to get them both cleaned up.

[warpedchyld]

Some Madancy headcanon right here: I don't know if I'm the only one who noticed this, but Mads has been referring to himself as a Viking in more than one interview recently (well, since the end of Hannibal, actually). What if he says that because Hugh called him jokingly (or not) a Viking once & now he can't let go of it because it reminds him of Hugh? Would you like to elaborate or write a one shot about it?

This is kinda scary because I know someone tags pics of him as “Viking lumberjack ballerina dad” and I have seen other people putting a viking tag on pics of him...so it makes me wonder if they DO go on Tumblr lol.

Ah well *cracks fingers, ignores half written Madancy smut and gets to work on this prompt cuz inspiration will strike where it strikes yo*

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Mads isn’t sure what, exactly, prompted Hugh to call him a viking.  He knew of several things it could be, but not the exact one. Not that he really minded or cared. Afterall, he called Hugh plenty of names, Wee Man being his favorite.  So the first time Hugh called him a viking, he had only tilted his head and blinked at him with an amused smile on his face.  

“Oh come off it, Mads.  I’ve seen most of your movies and what you look like with a beard and long hair. You are a viking.”

“Oh? Does that mean I get to come plunder your English coastline?”

The look Hugh had given him had sent him into near hysterical laughter.  Hugh had kept LOOKING at him which only made him laughter harder till he was doubled over on the ground, tears streaming down his face.  He did so adore that man.  The laughter didn’t taper off till Hugh sighed and sent to sit on a chair, script in hand. Ah that was right, he HAD come over so they could run lines. Then talk of vikings and well...Mads choke snorted as he stood, earning a raised eyebrow from Hugh.

Mads knelt in front of him and rested his head on Hugh’s lap, looking mournfully up at him. Hugh ignored him, his lips moving as he silently went over the lines to himself. Mads huffed and the more Hugh ignored him to higher up his lap he moved his head, huffing and chuffing the whole time. Mas had to admit he was impressed at how Hugh kept ignoring him, at least until Mads’ chin was resting right on Hugh’s crotch. THAT had finally gotten Hugh’s attention and he turned a dry look to Mads.

“Yes?”

“I have infiltrated your English coastline. Rawr.”

Dead silence reigned for about a second then they both lost it. Laughter shook the trailer and themselves, the script falling forgotten to the floor. It wasn’t until; they almost passed out that they got under control. By that time they were both on the floor, Hugh half on top of Mads and grinning down at him.

“Ah. My conquering Viking. What spoils will you take?”

“I was thinking...a pair of your dirty underwear.” Mads was completely solemn as he said this.

Hugh just pressed his face to Mads’ chest and sighed deeply as Mads snickered and wrapped his arms around him.  The silence was comfortable and both appreciated it, especially knowing how chaotic things were going to get when filming picked up in a bit.

“Well,” Hugh said, after about 5 minutes as he stood. “You have conquered my English coastline so...help yourself. The laundry is over there.”

Mads just laughed and stood before pulling Hugh into a sweet, chaste kiss, more affection than passion.

Now, at the con, Mads smiled as he remembered that day. He was a viking. Hugh’s viking. And saying it never failed to make him remember and feel the same warmth and humor and affection.

[warpedchyld]

P.S. Can I prompt you to write some Hannigram where Hanni steals Will's glasses a lot to read stuff and it really pisses Will off but not-so-secretly turns him on too? Thank you if you do, you are queen. <3 <3

Will didn’t need his glasses per say. That is, he could read just fine without them. What he did need was the barrier between him and the rest of humanity. Ok, if he was being completely honest with himself, they did help ON OCCASION when tying flies, or when instructions were in super tiny print. On the whole though, they were his barrier, his shield and he never left home without them. 

At least he tried not to.  At least once a day he had to go in search of them and at least once a day he found them on Hannibal’s side of the bed, in Hannibal’s study, in his car. Most often, Will found them on Hannibal’s face as he was reading.  This led to an inevitable “argument”. Hannibal claiming he jut needed them for a second because one word was smudged or the printers were very inconsiderate and money grubbing rude creatures who insisted on saving print space by making the words so small even a smurf would have trouble reading them.

Even after 5 years together it still stunned Will that Hannibal knew what a smurf was. Well, Hannibal was a man of many talents. Regardless, his many talents and silver tongue never saved him from Will dryly remarking that “at his age” he should get his own, custom made “from whalebone or some other pretentious crap”.  

This would lead to a lengthy discourse of how Hannibal still had perfect eyesight.  Which in turn led to Will asking if he could see why kids liked cinnamon toast crunch. Will was always proud he was able to say it with a straight face and dry enough to make the Sahara seem balmy.

Hannibal would heave a great, put upon sigh and raise his eyes, (still with Will’s glasses on) to the sky as if asking god Why. Why would he burden, him, Hannibal, a simple country doctor, with a such a recalcitrant husband. 

The inevitable conclusion to their “arguments” varied depending on their mood, the time, the lunar cycle and how deeply Hannibal sighed. It could end with Will on his back across Hannibal’s desk, splayed and bare and screaming Hannibal’s name as he was denied release for the 5th time.

Could be with Hannibal bent over said desk, or on his hands and knees, ass and thighs cherry read from Will’s hands as he promised and whimpered to never touch his glasses again. 

Will in Hannibal’s lap, both of them bared just enough, hands wrapped around each other as they moved in tandem, eyes locked, lips parted and barely touching, just enough to share breath, enough to feel, more than hear, the helpless little sounds the other made.

Mostly, it ended with Will looking hurt that Hannibal took his glasses AND acted like Will was such a burden.  That would end with Hannibal on his kneesas Will thrust into his mouth and then finished across Hannibal’s face, the thick pearly fluid smearing over the glasses they both made sure Hannibal kept on.

Rarely, Will would just snag the glasses and be off, grumbling to himself in cajun french about how he had no damn for this shit. He had engines to fix. 

Somehow though...neither of them ever made it a point to make sure Hannibal got glasses of his own. 

[warpedchyld]

How did writing a quick handjob turn into two pages of hardcore sex?

Bah clock wins again. *puts the Madancy away and goes to get ready for work*

[warpedchyld]

So @wecouldbesomuchmorethanweare said in this post they want Smol Hugh basically. So gears started churning and...viola. 

In between shoots, what with the setup needed for certain scenes, there was sometimes a good chunk of downtime. Hugh took advantage of this to read up on his lines and make sure he had them down.  Huddled for warmth in a thick jacket, he had his legs tucked under him as he thumbed through a script.  He usually got so absorbed it would take a bomb going off to distract him.  This time, it took the snickers of three people.

Hugh looked up and almost fell out of his chair to see Mads, Richard and Bryan all staring down at him.  

“The hell?!” He yelped then started to untangle himself to stand. “We shooting again? Sorry I...”

He paused as he realized none of them were moving back and all of them were grinning. Not just grinning, but grinning and Hugh was somewhat miffed because he had a trademark on grinning on set and he knew what it meant, Time to break out the big guns then to try and get out of whatever the three of them were planning. Blinking through his lashes, he put on his best innocent and sweet face and turned it on Richard.  He was least exposed, therefore, least immune, so it had the best chance on him.

Richard sighed and passed a 20 to both Mads and Bryan as they cackled in triumph.  “I can’t believe he really did it. Is it always that powerful?”

Mads nodded sagely.  “Very hard to resist.” He reached out and patted Hugh on the head.

Hugh wasn’t sure if he was more pissed his look had failed, that they had a bet that he would do it, or that Mads messed up his hair AGAIN and he was going to get yelled at by make-up.  He would definitely be spanking Mads later.

Seeing the gleam in Mads’ eye, Hugh wondered if that had been his plan all along.  He would ponder that later. Right now, he still had the three of them grinning down at him and was starting to feel uneasy.  Hugh thought he understood what a fox might feel as the hounds were bearing down.

“Can I help you gentlemen with something?” He asked warily.

In answer, Bryan grabbed him and pulled him to his feet with a yelp. Before he could say anything, arms were wrapped around him, pulling his back to Bryan’s chest and a pointy chin was digging into the top of his head. Hugh sighed, completely enfolded in the larger man’s embrace and stood stiffly, waiting for him to be done.

“See? I can do it. He’s like a small, disgruntled teddy bear.”

“What?!”

Hugh broke away from the hug, indignant. His scathing reply to Bryan was cut off as a larger pair of arms went around him and he was pulled back against an even bigger chest. Richard even had the audacity to lift him and nuzzle him. Hugh’s flailings and indignant cries of protest just made all of three of them laugh harder.  He got set back on his feet, still completely enfolded and surrounded by a giant claiming to be a simple actor.  Another chin was rested on his head and he was rocked slightly back and forth.

“What are you prats doing?” Hugh snapped.

“Seeing who can give you the best hugs. A Hug Hugh contest. ” Bryan said

“Why me!?”

“Because you’re small and fluffy like a teddy bear.”

Bryan yanked him back from Richard andHugh was once more lifted up and shook back and forth as Bryan petted him and said “I’m gonna love you and squeeze you and call you George.”

Hugh groaned. He wasn’t angry.  A bit amused if he was being honest but dammit! They lifted him so easily and those chins HURT! Richard and Bryan treated him like their own personal rag doll a couple more times then looked expectantly at him.

“So? Who gives the best hugs?” Richard asked.

Hugh just glared up at him, at all three of them, though to be fair Mads hadn’t done anything aside from place a bet. Which, come to think of it, made Hugh nervous; what the hell was Mads planning? He was taller than Hugh yeah though only a few inches. Slightly bigger but not compared to Bryan and Richard.  He glanced over at Mads but Mads was just smiling, amused.

“You’re all three idiots and your mum’s dress you funny.” Was Hugh’s deadpan reply.

More laughter then they were called to set. But not before Bryan and Richard picked him up and hugged him one more time each. Hugh was getting mad by then. His hair was ruined which meant a trip to make-up. Which meant they were annoyed because it would delay shooting which made the crew annoyed. Annoyance abounded. They were all professionals though and Hugh forgot his annoyance till he stumbled into his trailer, worn out and wanting nothing more than to sleep.

Arms wrapped around him and he was pulled against a broad, solid chest. Large, familiar hands rubbed down his back, knowing after all these years, what and where and how and when to press. Sighing in relief, Hugh nuzzled close to Mads and tucked his head under Mads’ chin.  Soft lips pressed to his forehead and cheeks and nose and any part they could reach before Mads rested his head atop Hugh’s curls.  It never hurt when Mads did this.

Hugh smiled and pressed a kiss to Mads’ throat. “You win.”

[warpedchyld]

Spacedogs x #17 please ? :D

This went darker than I expected but…I hope you enjoy it still.

17. Things you said that i wish you hadnt

Nigel was…not pleased.  He was absolutely NOT fuming. NOT pouting. NOT upset. He most definitely, surely, was NOT jealous.  He was simply not pleased, at all, even a little bit, with this situation.  It was a fight to keep his cool, to calmly smoke his cigarette and not glare threateningly over at Adam’s guest.  Beth. Adam’s ex-girlfriend and currently the person making his darling smile.

She was pretty. Nigel would admit that. Hell if he hadn’t met Adam he would have probably tried to get her into bed. He had met Adam, he wouldn’t try to get her out of bed, and he was je—not pleased that Adam had said he was going to have lunch with her.  Nigel ground his teeth remembering their…discussion, when he had tried to forbid Adam from going.  Adam speaking softly yet with iron in his voice even amidst all of Nigel’s cursing and almost yelling.  

“She asked to have lunch and I said yes so I am going.”

“Beth is a friend and someone important.”

“I loved her, Nigel.”

How bitter those words had tasted to him, to hear Adam say he loved someone else. Never mind it was past tense. Never mind it was him Adam slept against every night, so small and delicate Nigel sometimes laid away for hours, scared he would hurt Adam with some careless movement. Adam had said he loved this person.  Right then, Nigel had decided he was coming with Adam.  

So now he was sitting in an outdoor cafe. Chain smoking and fighting the urge to grab Adam and fuck him right there in front of Beth while looking her dead in the eye.  The image cheered him enough to make him snort and both people in question turned curious looks at him.

Nigel waved their curiosity away with his cigarette.  Yeah he was not pleased with this. It was important to Adam though, therefore, it was important to Nigel and he would be there for his Angel.  No matter how not pleased he was.

Ask and I shall write

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I wanna be cheesy soooo...19 for spacedogs :D

19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were“I do.”

A shy smile, bluest eyes hidden by curls grown overlong bravely meet his own, reflecting nothing but the simple honestly that is all Adam knows how to give.  Nigel feels his heart swelling. Adam likes him.

“I do.”

Adam lets Nigel’s hands go and steps back. He is nervous. Upset. It kills Nigel but he steps back. Then steps forward and kisses Adam deeply, holding him close as he tries to show how much those two words mean to him.

Nigel knows Adam knows Nigel does bad things. Nigel knows Adam knows Nigel is probably going to do a bad thing tonight.  Nigel knows Adam knows Nigel will lie. Nigel now knows Adam knows he can trust Nigel to not lie to him.

“I do.”

They are said so casually, Nigel can only gape at the delicate, nude body pressed closed to him. Can only go still as a statue, hand suspended in mid air above Adam’s back. Can only stare as  Adam looks up at him in confusion as to why the petting stopped. As if he hadn’t just shaken Nigel’s entire world again by answering Nigel’s mostly joking question “Do you love me, gorgeous?” with those two words.  

“I do.”

Harlan watches stoically.  Beth stands by Adam’s side, tears running down her face.  Nigel turns his head enough to see Darko smirking.

As he slips the ring on Adam’s finger, all Nigel can think of, is how much he really fucking likes those two words.

:D Hope you enjoy, Roo!

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