and the amount of time that he put into developing this song just make me cherish it even more

taekook rec: december 2016

fever chills by cleo_withoutthepatra

“Taehyung looks down at the thermometer and feels his blood run cold and there it is - the moment you realize you’ve let things go on how they are for too long and now it’s too late.”

or, alternatively: the one where jungkook works himself straight into sickness (per usual), only this time is different and taehyung doesn’t know what to do

taehyung’s currency by TaeAndKookies

The five times they kiss and the one time it means something.

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Fic Recs Mega Post

A little weekend reccing for any fannibals in need of a good read, this time we’ve got catmen, daemons and a goblin king… and that’s just for starters!

No Man’s Land by @empathalitis and @cannibalcuisine: Following a drunken, clumsy encounter with Hannibal… and Hannibal’s lips, and Hannibal’s hands (depicted in previous instalment In My Head There’s A War), Will finally has to confront his desire for the man he’s run away with. But, well, it’s Will and Hannibal, which means things are never going to be straightforward and between memories of ex-wives and a total lack of emotional intelligence, both men continue to tie themselves in knots rather than getting down to business. This wonderful fic skilfully flows between Will and Hannibal’s POVs, with an amazing handle on both characters and their emotions. And when that dam finally bursts? Well, let’s just say it is very, very much worth the wait!

Stray Cat by Not_You: Taking the “Hannibal is really a cat” theory to its logical conclusion, this AU finds Will working not for the FBI but for the government division that oversees the rights and management of human/animal hybrids. Some of these beings live as pets, others as humans, still others as part of the “Feral Nation” which operates outside of human society. And then there are Will’s worst nightmare, those who are kept in labs and cruelly experimented on. Hannibal is one such case, a human/cat hybrid placed into Will’s custody after escaping and murdering those who kept him in captivity. For a dog person, Will quickly grows attached to this fiercely intelligent, oddly endearing catman (and Hannibal, as usual, cares for no one but Will) but there are many, many hoops for them to jump through before going too far down that road… This is just a stunningly assured piece of writing – the worldbuilding is smart and intricate, Hannibal’s catlike characterisation is perfect and canon elements are woven in with care and intelligence.

Housewarming by @wrathofthestag (Mwuahna): In this latest part of the utterly wonderful, adorable Giving Themselves series (in which Will and Hannibal started dating after the Tobias Budge Incident™), the boys are moving in together. And a milestone in Hannibal Lecter’s life can mean only one thing: a big, fancy party (much to his dear Will’s horror). Invites are sent. Caterers are hired. Booze is stockpiled (well, Will and Bedelia will be in attendance). And shenanigans, inevitably, ensue. Not least of all when Will’s father shows up to set the cat amongst the pigeons (and to flirt with every female in sight). I love and adore this series with all my heart, and this latest part is no exception. It has everything: drunken hook-ups, Will and Bedelia bitching at each other, Mrs Komeda being fabulous, Will getting a handful of the Hannibooty, Jimmy Price saying words… it is, in other words, utterly glorious and I must insist that you read it. Now. Go!

The Vessel by @weconqueratdawn: Ok, I admit, I went into this assuming it was going to be an entertainingly kinky Hannigram romp (c’mon, the tags include “Coming Untouched,” “Threesome,” and “Wendigo porn” XD). And while plenty of kinks do get an airing, this is a much deeper and more complex fic than I had imagined, with an intense storyline exploring religious corruption, sexual slavery and the power of knowledge. Will is the Vessel of the title, a slave elevated to a sacred position within his society’s religion – which means that he suffers and bleeds for their sins, as well as being drugged and used as part of a sexual ritual by the holy men of his temple, including its Father, Jack (yep, there’s a bit of Jack/Will here!). Conditioned from his childhood to believe that he is performing a vital service for his community, doubts begin to creep into Will’s mind when Hannibal is installed as the temple’s new seer. This is an example of a brilliant writer taking elements of our beloved show and using them to create something fresh, intelligent and insightful, while always remaining completely true to the characters. It’s immensely impressive stuff that will linger in the reader’s mind long after the last chapter.

Labyrinth by @llewcie: Labyrinth was one of my favourite movies when I was a kid. Hell, it’s still one of my favourite movies – the amazing songs, the adorable characters… trying to figure out which is bigger, Bowie’s hair or his codpiece… So a Hannigram take on the 80s classic was pretty much guaranteed to appeal, and this fic does not disappoint! Will Graham wakes from a six-month coma to find that his father is dead and nobody seems to remember he has a sister, Abigail. Well, no one except the strange, alluring man sitting at his bedside – who claims to be the goblin king and that Will must defeat his labyrinth in order to get his sister back. The genius of this crossover AU is that, instead of a simple retread with the Hannibal characters standing in for those from the movie, Llew carefully redesigns the ‘verse to reflect Will and Hannibal. Which means we get a labyrinth that is much more dangerous and threatening, a “hero” who is long on sass and short on patience, and a “villain” whose intentions and morality are far more complex than they first appear. Oh, and a boatload of mutual flirtation, of course.

Quicksilver (series) by @weconqueratdawn with artwork by @theseavoices: I know, I know, I’m horribly late to the party here. This is just one of those series that I’ve been saving for special, but having been told off for my reticence by some fellow fannibals, I mainlined the whole series in a oner. And damn, it is as good as everyone says it is. In this AU, Will is a nineteen year old psychology student, who requests a meeting with Hannibal to discuss some coursework. Hannibal, impressed by the boy’s proposal, agrees to the meeting, little knowing that he will soon be utterly, irrevocably, life-alteringly besotted by the beautiful, confident, gender-fluid student who turns up at his office. Accompanied by some jaw-droppingly gorgeous artwork by theseavoices, this is an utter gem, a thing of beauty, featuring one of my all-time favourite versions of Will, who is sharp, sexy and empowered in these stories and a total joy to read. Don’t be like me and put off reading these – get over to ao3 and devour them now!

En Garde! by @artbyvictoriaskye (VictoriaSkyeMasters): VSM ends up on these lists pretty much every time she writes something new because she is a complete genius of AUs and rare pairs. Her latest is an absolute scream, taking the logical step of pairing Mads!Rochefort with Hugh!D’Artagnan in a brilliant funny, deeply sexy romp involving horse thievery, secretly soft villains and an impressive amount of spanking. It begins with a typically hot-heated, self-absorbed, vainglorious D’Artagnan once again search of adventure after his famous adventures with the Three Musketeers… and managing only to head back to the little village he had abandoned in search of glory. Where he makes the terrible mistake of splashing a certain eye-patched villain with mud and not apologising for it. And we all know what happens when you’re rude to a Mads… D’Artagnan soon finds himself a captive of the fearsome Rochefort but, as it turns out, he might not mind it all that much. This is easily one of my favourite fics ever, one I know I’ll be returning to over and over again.

Sweet Sanatorium by @thewanderingcannibal (wanderlust96): Sometime in the 1930s, a teenage Will Graham is institutionalised at his father’s request – partly for his sexuality (at a point in time when being gay could get you locked up) and partly for his uncanny empathy. Fortunately for Will, his new doctor finds these aspects of his character extremely appealing and Will soon finds himself under Doctor Lecter’s wing (not to mention, consensually, between his legs). Unfortunately for Will, though, not everybody’s happy about Hannibal taking favourites… One of the interesting things about Hannigram is that, by any measure of logic or reason, being with Hannibal Lecter is a terrible, awful, no-good decision. Except that, if you’re Will Graham, he might also be the person who can best love, protect and cherish you. And this AU hits that duality right on the button. It also contains a pleasing amount of murder and mayhem, so everything you could want in your Hannigram!

Tevelis by @shiphitsthefan: Ok, daddy kink is not my favourite. It’s not that I actively avoid it but I don’t go out of my way to find it either. And it certainly takes something special to make me truly enjoy it. So take this as the huge recommendation it is meant to be: I LOVED this fic. Post-fall, Will and Hannibal are playing a game. Their usual game, aka: “Hannibal is a cryptic bastard and Will can’t let him win.” Except this time, the stakes are even higher than murder and entrapment – this time, the boys have been discussing kinks, and Will’s tired of waiting for Hannibal to give. So he kidnaps a third party, one with empathic powers to match his own and, in something of a deviation from the usual Murder Husband M.O., doesn’t kill him. Instead, he uses him to finally find that one little word to light Hannibal’s fire… Daddy kink is definitely the marquee attraction here but it’s far from just a hook to entice readers. The kink is written with imagination, inventiveness and insight, used as a means of exploring Will and Hannibal’s dynamic as it develops into (somehow!) something even deeper and more intimate than it was before.

Hold for Release by @sunshinexlollipops (cloudsarefluffy): In this AU, omega Will Graham doesn’t use his empathy to consult for the FBI and BAU Chief Jack Crawford. Instead, he uses it to write for the Virginia Tribune and editor-in-chief Jack Crawford. This does not mean that he isn’t obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper. Indeed, the nigh-on admiring tone of his articles about the serial killer is putting his job at risk. So being a sensible man who easily lets things go, Will starts a new story about… ha ha, no, of course not. Will, being an idiot who can’t leave well alone, takes his heat leave and his stored up vacation and (with a little help from Chilton being his usual idiotic self) winds up on the doorstep of one Dr Hannibal Lecter, an alpha who turns out to be quite a fan of Will’s journalism… especially his very flattering articles about the Ripper. I love and adore journalism AUs and the fact that this is an omegaverse version just makes it even more entertaining. Nothing is ever quite what it seems in this intricate and intelligent fic, with Will and Hannibal running rings round each other and thoroughly enjoying the process.

Turn the Page by @disraeligearsgoestumblin (DisraeliGears): I have a bone to pick with this fic – upon heading to bed one night I needed a new fic to read, and thought I’d get started on this. Cue me, still up at 4am, utterly unable to even think about sleeping until I finished this masterpiece. @disraeligearsgoestumblin, I entirely blame you for my inability to concentrate the following day! In this canon-divergent AU, instead of marrying Molly after Hannibal is imprisoned, Will sells everything, buys a motorbike and starts driving… and doesn’t stop for a good couple of years. Not until he, in quick succession, realises he wants Hannibal back, gets majestically drunk, and essentially gets adopted by a middle-aged Mexican woman who puts him to work in her bar. This beautifully atmospheric piece takes Will on a very different voyage of discovery than in canon, one in which, without the distraction of his ready-made family, Will has to confront the truth about himself and his feelings for Hannibal with rather more honesty. And the results are… interesting, to say the least… especially when a familiar face turns up at the bar…

One Way Out Of Many by @hellotailor and @nakamasmile: I cannot possibly describe to you the depth of my love for Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series of novels – I utterly, utterly adore them. So reading this Hannigram crossover AU was a complete delight, especially given the lovely, inventive divergence it takes from canon. Set in s1, just as the symptoms of Will’s encephalitis are growing truly disturbing, Hannibal’s daemon (Daiva, who takes the form of a stoat) decides that Will and his daemon (Poppy, a crow) belong to her and Hannibal. So she sabotages Hannibal’s conspiracy with Sutcliffe, ensures that Will gets the treatment he needs and persuades Hannibal onto a new path: to ensnare Will via care and affection. The addition of daemons to the Hannibal ‘verse makes for a fascinating new perspective on the characters and their relationships. And, most pleasingly, both Poppy and Daiva are utterly fascinating creations in their own right, often getting sections written from their own POVs and given agency and agendas of their own.

A Companionable Silence by @hotsauce418: One Eye has been alone for a long time, believing it to be for the best and not seeing much chance for change anyway. Until the alpha rescues a young omega named Charmont from a cage and finds himself growing irrevocably attached to the fierce, spirited young man to whom he lends his protection. Raised as royalty, and an alpha besides, Char has serious issues of his own to work through, but living in close proximity makes it hard for either man to ignore their growing attraction, and when Char’s first heat hits, well… Soft alpha One Eye and sassy omega Char is surely one of the greatest madancy pairings yet – they’re a beautiful example of that contrasting yet complimentary dynamic that makes the rare pairs phenomenon so compelling. And hotty writes them with such obvious affection and care, it’s an absolute treat to observe. Valhalla Enchanted is a thing of beauty and you should all treat yourselves by reading this!

An Unorthodox Dinner by @ratbagqueen: This writer’s one and only Hannibal fic and it’s so damn good, I can only pray they’ll bestow another on us someday! Set post-season 2, Will is recovering from the events of Mizumono (and trying to figure out just why the hell he seems to be missing the man who gutted him), when he receives an invitation in a familiar, elegant hand. Hannibal, it seems, is still in Baltimore, somehow, and still has designs on having Will for dinner. Both more and less literally than Will fears… I rushed straight through this fic, utterly hooked by the slowly building tension between our boys. Both characters are beautifully rendered and the writing is pleasingly redolent of that sinister-yet-intimate tone of the best Hannigram scenes. Although I must warn you: anybody who has issues with seafood might want to steer clear!

As ever and always, if I’ve mistagged anyone or there are bad links, please let me know and I’ll fix them lickety-split. Until next time, lovely fannibals <3

Blanket Fort Ballad

So, I worked on this for a while and I’m really happy with how it turned out. I decided to very vaguely link it in with another fanfic I wrote called ‘Our Song’ in celebration of getting 100 notes on that which is crazy and thank you for all the support. And it’s also like a Happy Birthday Calvin which is officially right now (it’s 3am). I made this one longer than usual so I hope it doesn’t ramble too much.

Also, any prompts for fanfics, please do share and I’ll try my best to write them. I have exams in a few weeks so I’ll try to get them done before then.

PS: You don’t have to read Our Song to understand this one. They are stand alone oneshots. There’s nothing that will help you understand anything better in either.

PPS: But if you do want to check it out, by all means do.

Enjoy!!
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Taylor tenderly ran her thumb along the tips of her fingers on her left hand, feeling the rough, hardened skin. It reminded her of gingerly stroking that lizard-type creature in Australia. A bearded dragon, they called it. The name was the first thing that got her heart pumping. She had walked into the amphibians section, expecting a gigantic cage barely enclosing a rabid, fire-breathing monster. When she saw the creature, it was barely the length of her arm and sitting calmly on a log with an almost serene demeanour. That was when she realised she may have been a bit dramatic with her prediction.

She wasted no time asking if she could pet it, her eyes shining along with Austins’ in excitement. Her mum had immediately asked about whether the bearded dragon was poisonous or had sharp teeth while the unsuspecting zookeeper assured her it was safe and lifted out the scaly animal, placing it carefully on Austin’s forearm. Andrea was still wary, but everyone expected that. You’d need a 10 page report on the safety of holding bearded dragons complete with perfect spelling, grammar and formal language to ease her worries.

Taylor passed her mum her phone to take a picture while she ran her fingers across the rough back of the amphibian. She had later sent it to Adam after fruitlessly trying to convince him she had pet a dragon and realising she had to tell the whole truth in the end.

That’s what her callouses reminded her of now. A bearded dragon’s skin. Tough and uneven. But it was a beautiful reminder of how much inspiration she had been hit with these past few weeks. She felt like she never put her guitar down in her free time or stopped working on that one melody she couldn’t get out of her head and expanding it on the piano, playing key after key, trying to get the perfect sequence of notes.

It was her recreational time now. No interviews, no events, no lunch meet-ups or double dates. Just her in her LA home with a piano sitting in front of her, begging to be played and her phone patiently sitting on the stand for sheet music, the record button tantalisingly red. It was all teasing her lack of ability to put her feeling into music. She was content and peaceful but buzzing with this excitement. It was a chaotic happiness. This is what it truly felt like to live in the moment and have everything you need around you. These moments were few and far between, but recently, seemed more regular. She had always tried to put it into words or a melody but could never quite find the right tone. She wanted to tell the story of how she built herself back up.

She kept reverting back to Clean - a song written after one of the content moments had flown past. And now, she wanted to capture the moment but something was holding her back.

Frustration crept into her shoulders and back, tensing her muscles and clinging to her heart like a poison trying to rid her of her good emotions and make her write about the loss of happiness and the desperately fleeting glimpses. She gave in for a minute, letting her shoulders sag forward and her elbows clumsily clatter against the piano keys which emitted an array of lengthy, mismatching notes.

Adam had just come downstairs after his shower and had quickly found Taylor sitting at the piano. Poised and elegant like usual. He had wanted to watch the process of her songwriting one more time. He just couldn’t get enough of anything she did. It always felt like it was the first time he was eavesdropping in on her private songwriting session. God, she was an addiction. She was worse than any drug or amount of money. Much, much worse. And he had managed to be gasping for air under her weightless smiles and light laughter. He was in so deep that he couldn’t get out if he wanted to.

He watched her slump forward in defeat with her head in her hands and a look of pity and confusion took over his features. He decided to ease her mind and silently padded over to her perch on the piano stool and stretched his arms down to reach her shoulders as he started to massage every knot and pocket of tension built up in her strong shoulders. She tensed at first but relaxed into his steady, slow pace with ease.

“Are you okay, Taylor?” Adam asked after a minute of silence, his deep accented voice ringing through the large living area, leaving a lingering echo of her name in her ears to cherish and keep for rainy days.

She groaned in response, sighing with the stress she was putting on herself. “I just can’t get the words out.” She huffed, a whine in her voice that was only kept for especially frustrating times.

“Do you want help?” He asked slowly.

“Yeah. Please.” She lifted her head while simultaneously twisting her upper body to face him with innocent hope and a soft smile.

Adam couldn’t resist the temptation of her lips and leant down further just to get a quick taste of heaven. Or, at least, the closest he’d ever be. Taylor reciprocated the kiss with the relief of being freed from her shackled mind. Adam’s hands travelled down her arms as light as a breeze and rested on her sweatpants-clad thighs.

He pulled back with a moan of reluctance and spoke in a hushed raspy voice- “I’ve been looking for these sweatpants everywhere, you know. Stop stealing my stuff.” He demanded in mock-annoyance but softened the delivery of the words with a smirk and a quick peck on Taylor’s lips.

A mischievous smile crept onto her lips and grew as Adam saw her mind turn with a witty response. “But they don’t want me to stop stealing your stuff.”

Adam’s head tipped back and he took in a big breath before laughing loudly at her joke. She really was his other half, he realised. They just got each other. They clicked. It wasn’t forced or a development over time, but natural and automatic from the moment they met. Their sense of humour was uncannily similar and made Taylor surprise him every day with it - whether it was by texting a picture with a hilarious caption that kept him smiling like an idiot throughout the day or a sarcastic remark over Skype that night or - like now - a nod to an inside joke or meme.

“Oh my god, you are such a dork.”

“Says you!” Taylor gasps in mock-horror at his accusation.

“As if you’re only realising that now.” Adam sighed dramatically, only slightly agreeing with her but wanting to make her laugh. He knew exactly what to say to get a reaction from her after being together so long.

Taylor giggled freely, not even a hint of the stress from just minutes before was present in her face or her body language. She was relaxed and composed again.

Adam silently sat down beside Taylor, their thighs lined up alongside each other, buzzing with electricity which put a secretive smile on both of their faces. His fingers worked of their own accord, dancing over the ivory and jet black keys in a simple but catchy melody. Taylor started to nod her head along to the apparent beat and tapped her long fingers against the piano stool, humming little melodies in improvisation but not quite coming up with any usable lyrics.

Adam continued with the melody on the piano, waiting for taylor to grasp at some lyrics. She hit record on her phone and was hit with lyric after lyric like a freight train running through her brain. She immediately tried to work them into coherent sentences and time each one to fit perfectly with the music.

Maybe she was trying to over-complicate it before - trying to make the music a masterpiece and the lyrics something a writer would be impressed by - but like everything else he did, Adam made it look effortless. He just kept playing the four bar melody - improvising slightly at random intervals - and the feeling flowed out of Taylor within the words she was fashioning into verses and choruses. She could feel the excited energy in the song bound off every wall, edge and corner and the words singing of freedom and happiness. Maybe this was more of a masterpiece than what Mozart-worthy piece she imagined the song would feel like. Maybe these lyrics were better because they were hers and not CS Lewis’.

Maybe the song was perfect because it was their song.

* * *

Once they had exhausted their brains, searching for more lyrics, they concluded that the countless voice memos recorded over the past hour or two had enough material to write a couple of hundred songs out of.

“Let’s work on the lyrics. Should we do it upstairs or here?” Taylor asked Adam with a yawn.

“We’ll do it here. I’ll get some blankets, you go get yourself some coffee. Oh, and make me some green tea? Thanks babe.” Adam pecked her on the lips while he sauntered out of the room to grab blankets and pillows upstairs. He would have told her to go to sleep because they were both weary and exhausted, but they were both in the right zone to write the song at the moment. And he knew that with even a hint of coffee and sugar, Taylor would be like Duracell bunny, rearing to go.

“You and your green stuff.” Taylor muttered once he left.

“I heard that.” He shouted to her as she heard the thump of footsteps hurrying up the stairs.

“Good to know!” She hollered back with a smirk, moving to the kitchen to get their drinks ready.

When she returned to the living room, she was watching two steaming mugs in her hands attentively as if her life depended on them not spilling, while her feet rose and landed with careful and precise, slow movements. One of the mugs said 'My boyfriend is the DJ’ - she had gotten it after a fan had given her a t-shirt saying the same thing. It was the same top she was wearing now. And Adam’s mug said 'My girlfriend is a nightmare dressed like a daydream’ - one of the many Christmas presents she had gotten him last year. She had thought it would be a novelty gift to get him after she became obsessed with matching him & her type presents.

She placed both boiling mugs on the coffee table and looked up to see Adam coming through the doorway, laden with duvets and blankets, a startled-looking Dibbles hurrying in before the BCG (big comfy giant) trampled her.

Taylor gasped as a thought came to her. “Let’s make a fort!” She squealed, hopping up and down like an over-excited child. And she hadn’t even taken a sip of her coffee yet.

Adam chuckled at her child-like enthusiasm. “Yeah, okay. How will we make it? Do we need sheets and brooms and stuff?” He asked. And so started the difficult task of collecting supplies and building their blanket fort.

It took at least another hour and both of them had finished their drinks less than halfway through - Taylor, buzzing with energy the whole time, jumping around. It made for some amazing memories - Taylor’s coffee-overload and Adam’s ability to never get tired of her giggles and constantly trying to make her laugh. They spent the first while throwing blankets on top of each other and trying to tackle that person blind which turned into the most competitive pillow fight anyone had ever witnessed. Forget cute or sexy, this was merciless, use-all-your-strength fighting which ended with Taylor lying on a mattress holding her stomach from Adam’s harsh blow - or so he thought - until she turned around and started giggling uncontrollably, unable to explain that she definitely wasn’t hurt through her fits of laughter.

Once the fort was built over the large expanse of the living room, Taylor and Adam settled into a nest of blankets with torches lighting a circle around them. It was Adam’s idea not to use candles - which would have set the blankets on fire - when Taylor suggested it. This quickly made him realise that tired, coffee-filled Taylor was basically drunk Taylor - giggly with a few bad ideas thrown in.

They began replaying the voice memos and wrote down good lyrics in different sections of whether they were for a verse or chorus. This continued until they had gone through the whole hour and a half of voice memos - half of which was filled with inside jokes or sexual innuendos followed by laughter or just the piano playing by itself while taylor thought of suitable lyrics.

Another half hour, and they had written most of the song, and were just tweaking different lines and shifting them around to rhyme or to fit the melody.

“So, how about that line in the second verse, instead of 'Trapped behind these gates’, it could be like 'Trapped with no escape’ because it make no sense to just randomly put in metaphorical gates.” Taylor suggested, marking a line through the previous words and rewriting the new lyrics above it.

“Yeah, and here-” Adam pointed at one line about being held back. “You could say 'they tied my hands and closed my eyes’ because you’ve said hands a few times and I think that could fit in well.”

Taylor muttered the words while jotting them down quickly. Their eyes scanned down the sheet a few more times before they were satisfied.

“I think we’re done.” Taylor remarked discarding the notebook to the side and leaning against Adam’s shoulder. They had moved from sitting cross-legged opposite each other to Adam stretching one arm out behind her back and resting his legs straight out in front of him alongside Taylor’s so he could comfortably look over her shoulder.

“What time is it?” She asked suddenly.

Adam lifted his phone and scoffed at the time displayed. Of course. “3:13.” He replied.

She giggled at his tone. “You know something?” She asked, turning to face him and hooking one leg over his so she was straddling his lap. She leaned forward until their noses were brushing and she pressed her lips against his lightly. “It’s officially your birthday.” She smiled brightly. He matched her grin with ease, comparing her features in that moment to an angel. God, she was flawless.

He always found it fascinating how she never missed a birthday or anniversary or any cause for celebration and always genuinely cared. She was a big believer in people deserving the best on their day and never failed to surprise them or make them feel special. He would always remember the party she had thrown him for his birthday last year. He found out then that her and Burns planning a surprise party was an unstoppable force.

“You’re insanely perfect, you know that?” He remarked, breaking out of his reminiscent thoughts.

“I try.” She smirked, cocking her head to the side and innocently averting her eyes. Adam couldn’t help grabbing the side of her neck and crashing their lips together feverishly. Their lips moulded together, Adam’s tongue darting out along Taylor’s bottom lip earning a moan from her. Their tongues competitively fought for dominance. Their hands started to explore each crack and crevice of the other as the kiss heated up. They continued that pace until their tiredness began to seep into their actions and their fervour toned down.

Taylor pulled back slowly, gradually fluttering her eyes open to connect gazes with Adam’s striking forest green irises. “We should probably go to sleep. We can celebrate properly tomorrow night,” Taylor wiggled her eyebrows and grinned wickedly. “But you’re close to kissing a corpse right now.” She muttered with a breathy laugh.

“I think sleep sounds like a good idea.” Adam agreed, about to lie down when taylor stopped him with a breath, about to speak.

“About the song though,” Taylor began. “Would you want to be the producer? I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you don’t want to release it or anything. But, remember that song we recorded a while ago, the one you showed to me that day Burns came over and you made that cheesy joke about it being 'Our Song’. I could put that and this one on my next album. And maybe a few others.”

“I’d love that, actually. I could be a co-producer on your album if you wanna do a few more songs.” Adam suggested.

“Yeah! Let’s do it then.” Taylor giggled. “But first, sleep.”

The blonde let her head flop onto Adam’s chest and he lowered them onto the nest of blankets, shifting to get comfortable as Taylor slipped off his torso and curled into his side. This was exactly where he needed to be, he decided.

He started to hum the tune of their song as they slipped further into slumber. He kissed her forehead lightly just as a thought occurred to him.

“What’ll we call it?” Adam wondered suddenly, making Taylor groan out of tiredness.

“Our Song. What else?” Taylor replied sarcastically. A sure sign that her coffee crash had really begun and that he should probably go to sleep.

“Mm, no, I think 'Blanket Fort Ballad’ is better somehow.” Taylor giggled at his antics. “It’s got more of a ring to it, you know. And-”

“Adam. Go to sleep.”

And so, in a blanket fort at 3am, a new era began.

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Hope you liked it!
~Maeve

Renegade Series: Pt. 1

Character development and photo edits by: @mvssmedia

Story Written By: @sarahrockinpunk



Name: Song Mino
Position: Hitman
Trademark: Double Ruger MKII pistols, dubbed Mickey and Minnie.
Facts of the Case: Specializes in assignments involving unstable and unpredictable targets due to his own unpredictable nature. Never without headphones, mostly as a means of avoiding conversation. Paradoxically, rumored to be the noisiest agent in the field.

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