hi nigel

In Finding Nemo, Nigel is a kind, friendly pelican voiced by … holy shit, Geoffrey Rush?! Captain Barbossa?! How? 

Anyway, Nigel is good friends with some fish who live in the dentist’s office where Nemo ends up trapped. When he runs into Nemo’s dad (Marlin), Nigel agrees to help him bust Nemo out of the dentist jail instead of, you know, ripping him from fin to fin and eating him alive, like any other pelican would.

However, unbeknownst to Nigel and Marlin, Nemo was already planning an escape of his own. When Nigel and Marlin arrive, they see Nemo floating upside down and looking to all the world like a dead-ass fish. Of course, Nemo’s only faking it so he’ll get flushed down the toilet and into sweet, stinky freedom … but Nigel doesn’t know that.

And while Marlin eventually reunites with Nemo, Nigel never learns the truth. Discounting a short cameo in the credits (which is probably not in continuity, since birds can’t breathe underwater), the last time we see Nigel he’s telling Marlin, “I’m so sorry.” It’s pretty clear that Nigel blames himself for the botched rescue attempt. He didn’t get there in time, and now a child is dead (remember – in this world, everything is a person). And it gets worse – as seen in the final scene of the movie, the rest of the fish at the dentist’s office also manage to escape. The next time Nigel returns to say hey to his friends, they’ll all be gone. As far as he knows, that satanic girl with the braces murdered every single one of them.

6 Disney Scenes That Are Way More Tragic Than You Realized

Following on from my last themed ficrec post (Fantastical Fan Fic), I’ve decided to go with something close to my heart - fics featuring non-binary and genderqueer characters. As before this includes some of my own works, but also some that have really touched me personally and I need to share them with you all. Some of these have helped me come to terms with my own situation (see my sideblog if you are interested in all that - @amaybeboy ). They have helped me through bad days, even helped me cry when I’ve needed to. The power in words is incredible and can bring both joy and solace. 

I’m including incomplete series as completed as they are all series with complete installments that can stand alone, rather than technically incomplete series. Also some WIPs at the end of the post you can jump right into and follow along. 

Non-Binary Fic Recs

Cevze by klingonvalhalla  @its-thigh-noon
(Hannigram: Trans) A post season three finale short.
Words: 3,603 Chapters: 2/2
A post season 3 ficlet with a Silence of the Lambs twist. Hannibal discovers Will is ftm in the course of his post fall recovery. With lovely dialogue that feels real and substantial, this slides into canon effortlessly. The exploration of this revelation in the aftermath of their fight with the Great Red Dragon is beautifully done and slowly ramps up into electrically charged intimacy.

The Gift by TigerPrawn  @desperatelyseekingcannibals
(Hannigram AU: Trans) Will gets an unexpected gift from his boyfriend Hannibal.
Words: 432 Chapters: 1/1
@hannibalssketchbook drew this amazing ftm Will art and I had so many feels over it I just had to write a story for it. Concerned about Will’s binding methods, Hannibal gives his boyfriend a gift. Short, emotional fluff that I just had to write for the wonderful art.

Let It Out (Chapter 8 of Tumblr Prompts) by klingonvalhalla  
(Spacedogs: Trans) A small series of vignettes: FtM Nigel/Pegging/Adam buys women’s underwear
Standalone Chapter.
A wonderful, and touching exploration of the sexual and emotional relationship between ftm Nigel and his pretty awesome (and sexually adventurous) boyfriend Adam. Just such a lovely, touching collection of snippets of their life together.

Never Have I Ever by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan
(BearDogs A/B/O: Trans) After finishing an entire day’s worth of the rehabilitation required for violent alphas, Nigel hits the bar in hopes of finding a nice omega to take home with him to his cousin Hannibal’s safe house. Lee, another alpha, convinces Nigel to sleep with him, instead. Nigel’s never fucked an alpha before, and Lee is certainly easy on the eyes. Turns out there’s more to this encounter than just a simple fuck, and Nigel’s about to find himself in the right kind of trouble for a change.
Words: 7,592 Chapters: 4/4
What starts as a first time alpha/alpha pick up for Nigel and Lee becomes something more deep and meaningful on many levels as Lee explores his gender. This fic is as hot as it comes but with an unexpected depth. Honestly when I read this fic I never wanted to write social exploration A/B/O again because this is it done to it’s best and it’s just incredible and incomparable.

Quicksilver  and Quicksilver Timestamps by Weconqueratdawn  @weconqueratdawn
(Hannigram AU: Genderfluid) Something which started as a one shot and has evolved into a series of short romance stories starring a cannibal and a clever, young and genderfluid Will. 
Ongoing Series of one shots
Young Will Graham is a genderfluid psychology student who becomes interested in renowned psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter. The feeling is mutual and the most sensual, beautiful and romantic relationship unfolds. This series, and the amazing accompanying art by @theseavoices, touches me so deeply (art can be found under this tag but also in the ao3 fics). Taking the idea at the core of Hannibal - that we can be seen and accepted for who we are, and loved for it - and placing it in this AU is breathtakingly done.

Standalone Trans Fics by mresundance @mresundance
(Hannigram: Various) Standalone Hannibal fics which feature a trans character. (Trans is used pretty loosely, just so you know. They could be a transsexual person to genderqueer to n/onbinary, agender, etc.)
Ongoing Series of one shots
All pretty much fitting with canon, this series of standalone fics is not nearly long enough. Some feature trans characters, others are perhaps more genderqueer. My top picks from it are Guns in the Summertime where ftm Will and his boyfriend Hannibal get all hot and bothered when they come across Will’s old uniform. And Girl, Boy where mtf Hannibal tests out the rumours of ftm Will’s amazing cunnilingus skills. Although all the fics pack a real punch in the smut department, there is also an emotional beauty that runs through them which make them so satisfying to read. They give me hope. (Shout out also to Share Each Other Like an Island which is FtM Will x Alana - I don’t read much m/f fic and I really don’t ship this pair, but this is a really wonderful story with such delicate intimacy it’s pretty powerful!)

The Way That We Are by will (pointedperception)
(Hannigram: Trans) Alternate set of events during Fromage. Will is trans, which is why Alana rejects him. Hannibal is there for him to offer support, acceptance, and understanding. Angsty smut with some fluff sprinkled on top.
Words: 2,576 Chapters: 1/1
An excellent alternate take on Fromage. Hannibal already knowing Will is ftm, he is on hand to offer advice, comfort and more. This little fic is so beautiful. I love that it takes the idea of them being able to really see each other and applied it to this situation.And my god! sweet caring Hannibal on top of some sensual and emotional sex is just too much for my poor heart!


WIPs

For those of you happy to jump into WIPs I hope you find these are worth checking out!

It’s Not A Secret by TigerPrawn @desperatelyseekingcannibals
(Basic Chickens: Trans) FtM Londoner Adam keeps running into an infuriatingly rude Elias at different points during his transition. Elias is very confused by Adam, the easy friendship they develop and how attractive he starts to find the curious self made man.
Ongoing series
This fic is really personal to me. I started with the idea of how someone like Elias would deal with a trans character. It is informed largely by my own experiences and thoughts, which definitely feed into Adam in the first chapters. I hope that readers get something out of it and find it enjoyable.

Overcoming by purefoysgirl  @jadegreenworks
(Hannigram Victorian AU A/B/O: Intersex) A Victorian A/B/O romance in which Hannibal Lecter is the future Duke of Westvale who has been away at war for the past ten years. His Grandfather has made good on a contract made shortly after Hannibal’s birth to procure him a wife. It was supposed to be easy. Naturally, with the Omega, Will, given in the place of his twin sister, it is anything but, because if there is one thing Hannibal Lecter despises, it’s Omegas.
All 55 chapters already written and posting every Thursday.
In this version of omegaverse, omegas like Will Graham are essentially intersex and don’t really fit as either female or male. This hasn’t made life easy for Will though perhaps that will change when he is married off to Hannibal Lecter in his sister’s stead - he can still bear an heir after all. I have been looking forward to this for so long and am excited now that it is finally finished and being posted! Even having read snippets I was not expecting the immediate emotional connection I had with Will and his situation. Being neither male nor female and equally both is so beautifully explored in the first chapters on both an emotional and social level that I can’t even fathom how much better this fic is going to get! It is complete and posting weekly so do subscribe and read along!

Prettier in Pink by shiphitsthefan  @shiphitsthefan
(Valhalla Enchanted bdsm: Genderqueer) Charlie, Charmont’s best friend and fellow Dom, knows they don’t take abused subs anymore; in fact, Charmont doesn’t take any subs, at all. For the quiet, mysterious man Charlie met at the club, however, Charmont might make an exception.
Ongoing Series. 
This is a lovely exploration of genderqueer Dom Char and his meet cute/meet HOT! with potential sub One Eye. I’m already hooked and can’t wait to see how their relationship unfolds. 

Will!!! On Ice by TigerPrawn @desperatelyseekingcannibals
(Hannigram/Yuri on Ice AU: Genderfluid) After coming last in the Finals, 23 year old Will Graham is on the verge of retiring from Figure Skating altogether. Everything changes when his idol, Hannibal Lecter, decides to become his coach.
Current chapter count - 9/12
The only thing holding ice skater Will Graham back from being a serious competitor is his lack of confidence. It’s only after his idol Hannibal Lecter turns up and offers to coach him that he begins to understand where his confidence lies. As Will explores his feminine side on and off the ice and comes to terms with being genderfluid his life and career will change forever.


Hope you all enjoy these, do kudos and comment on them if you do! 

(apologies to anyone I didn’t tag on tumblr listed here - I don’t know your handle, so please feel free to let me know!)

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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anonymous asked:

so uh...you doing prompts? #6 the handcuffed in a cabin one or forced proximity? yeah, yeah, all that. I am not a trash possum...lol

So this is nothing at all like the prompt but I asked the trash possum that did not send me this if it was ok they said yes lol.


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The infuriating scent of one particular omega was following Nigel around.

He smelled it every damn morning in the gas station where he bought his cigarettes, even sometimes late at night when no one in their right fucking mind should be coming out especially an unmated omega.

Also in the park where he watched the stars nearly every evening after getting off from the bar, forcing himself not to wander the entire park for the fourth time trying to find the source.

The worst of it was that he was almost certain the smell was coming from someone who lived in his building, but he’d never smelled this omega before and when he asked got cagey looks from most of the other tenants.

“Fuck, it’s not like I’m going to maul him. Just please tell me who…”

Mrs. Gronch poked him in the chest for the fourth time that week, stepping up into his space, “You leave him alone! He’s a good boy!”

So Nigel was resigned to smelling his elusive omega and jerking off to memories of the scent more often than he even went out to fuck a real omega. His hormones were in a fucking frenzy, he once found the scent particularly strong at the supermarket aisle near the macaroni and cheese, grabbing boxes and sniffing them like an animal till the manager told him to leave.

He ate macaroni for a fucking week straight till his senses were right again.

This went on for nearly fourteen weeks before the omega made his appearance, but before that he stopped being anywhere at all.

Nigel went through a withdrawal the likes of which he’d never known, scouring a fourteen block radius and going to the omega’s favorite places ripping apart bushes in the park after he found an old bottle that still smelled fairly of his omega and taking it home to sleep beside.

Oh he was fairly certain now that the omega was his.

The research he’d done about this proved that, natural scent and true mates. Nigel was the proud half of a true mated pair, which was cause for celebration according to Darko who ignored the gaunt look of his cheeks and the shaking.

He went a week without his omega’s scent until one morning he woke to a shirt hanging off the back of his doorknob.

Nigel whimpered and held the shirt to his face all damn day, tearing up at the scent and moaning as he clutched.

He didn’t realize there was something in the shirt pocket until it fell on the floor a little after midnight, a piece of a paper with a phone number.

Nigel grabbed his cell off the bedside table quickly, his hands shaking as he dialed and waited for an answer.

“It’s very late.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes before letting out a breath. “Darling, I don’t give a fuck what time it is.”

A pause.

“Mrs. Gronch says you’re upsetting to look at and she thinks you’re a bad alpha.”

Nigel sneers, “That fucking…”

“You swear a lot.”

He bites his tongue, the idea that some goddamn old woman would even be able to ruin this for him making him tense.

“My father doesn’t want me to meet you, but I told him that we’re true mates so he’s kind of impressed that you’ve held out for so long.”

Nigel relaxes, chuckling. “Is he? Your alpha.”

“My father isn’t an alpha, he’s a beta. I work from home, so I’ve never met many alphas who weren’t strangers, but I’ve seen you.”

Nigel can feel his body relaxing at the sound of his omega’s voice, the approval mixed in with a natural soothing tone making him sleepy. “Darling, I’m fading.”

The omega pauses. “Soothing?”

“Yes.”

Another pause. “I’d like to see that. What does it feel like?”

Nigel can barely keep his eyes open as he mumbles, “Falling into a warm bath, listening to my favorite song in all the goddamn world.”

“My name is Adam,” the omega sighs, “Adam Raki.”

“Nigel,” he can barely get out before he falls.

When Nigel wakes up he feels better than he has in weeks, hurrying to the door and down the stairs to stare at the names beside the buzzers.

Raki is written in neat block letters for 312, and he rushes up two extra flights from his own place to knock on his omega’s door. The minute it’s opened and he sees Adam Raki for the first time, smells him close, and hears, “Nigel,” he does the strangest damn thing.

He faints, falls right over into a heap, and minutes later he’s woken by Adam scenting his neck. They’re in a bed, Adam’s bed, and he can feel his cock full and rock hard as Adam writhes against him.

“Darling…”

Adam lifts his head, his pupils blown, mouth wet, and Nigel groans when he smells slick in the air.

“Alpha.”

Old man Raki comes home three hours later to his son pink cheeked and fully sated, Nigel grinding against his bare ass to spill and forcing himself not to give the mating bite to someone he’s only just met.

He’s barely able to stop himself from biting before he comes, howling as Adam pulls him into a kiss and the door closes with a slam just as Nigel shakes as he spills against Adam’s hole.

For almost a year Michael Raki won’t even let him back into their apartment, but who the fuck cares?

Adam prefers his place before long anyway.

funkyracoon  asked:

Could you possible do Spacedogs please :) "Can I borrow your sweater. It smells like you."

Definitely <3 Sorry to make you wait! Here it is.


Adam lay in bed, sheets pooled around his hips while Nigel searched the floor for yesterday’s clothes.

They’d taken them off in such haste that the room looked like it had been looted. A sock hung from the closet door knob. Adam tried to remember how it got there, but all he could recall was Nigel’s mouth on every inch of his skin.

“How long will you be gone?” Adam asked.

Nigel buttoned his jeans and then patted the back pocket, checking that his cigarettes were still there. “Shouldn’t be more than a couple hours, darling. If you go back to sleep I’ll be back before you get up.”

As Nigel bent to retrieve a shirt from the floor, Adam caught him by his necklace. With a little tug to the chain he pulled him in for a proper kiss.

Nigel grinned. “Trying to lure me back into bed, gorgeous?”

“It is working?”

“All too well. Care if I borrow your sweater?”

In Nigel’s hand was the old navy sweater Adam had been wearing the night before. Adam had worn and washed it so many times it had begun to go misshapen; waist too loose and arms uneven. Adam frowned.

“You can, but I don’t know why you would. I’m not sure it would fit you,” Adam said, “If you really want a clean shirt I have much nicer sweaters in my closet.”

“But those nice clean ones don’t smell like you. And this one does.”

“Oh.”

He watched as Nigel pulled the sweater on. It fit just right around the middle, but the sleeves left several inches of bare wrist. Nigel pushed them up to his elbows.

“Alright. I’m gonna go take care of business, and grab a bag of clothes from my place and I’ll be back,” Nigel said as he pulled out a cigarette and tucked it between his lips. “And then I’ll stay the whole weekend if that’s what you want, gorgeous.”

“I’d like that very much, Nigel. Be safe.”

“Always am.”

With a wink and a wave, Nigel was gone.

Adam curled up, Nigel’s still warm pillow in his arms. He thought about Nigel moving through the city, wrapped in his clothes. Wrapped in his scent. Adam smiled, pressed his face into Nigel’s pillow, and inhaled deeply; the smell of Nigel causing his heart to flutter.


Aaaaand that’s all folks! Thanks for all the amazing prompts, and I’ll catch y’all in march.

@shoegazerx and I decided to collab in person this time, which of course meant Spacedogs.

Enjoy ;)

*****


The star had fuck all to do with actual stars.

Nigel had always played around with tattooing himself ever since he was a kid, little doodles that were easy to attempt and never permanent.

He got his first doing his first time at fifteen, ACAB on his right arm that seemed so fucking cool but now held bad damn memories.

The pinup he got after Bucharest, waking up alive and handcuffed to a hospital bed gave him a reason to believe in luck.

Nigel got the star for the first successful deal he and Darko worked, the smoothest deal he’d ever made.

God bless fucking America.

He was gonna make it into a flag but thought fuck that, the star a joke for nearly a year till he stumbled into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

Adam Raki changed the air he breathed.

They locked eyes and there was an interest immediately, though the lithe little thing looked away only to stare at his arm instead.

“You like stars too? I love stars!”

Nigel bullshitted his way into following, barely aware of anything but that smile when he said, “I live for the stars, gorgeous.”

Three hours he spent sitting on a park bench and listening to this beauty who was sure to say, “My name is Adam, not gorgeous.”

Nigel smoked half a pack and reveled in watching Adam’s cheeks warm when their hands brushed on the bench. He didn’t stop until Adam asked, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

The frown Nigel got didn’t sit well at all so he asked Adam to name the constellations earning a smile.

“Again?”

Nigel smiled back, “Please.”

He walked Adam home and answered questions about his tattoos, starting with Lady Luck and ending with the star on his arm.

“Why did you get that one?”

Nigel grinned, reaching out to touch Adam’s hand. “For you, Star. Didn’t you know?”

“But that’s not true you had that long before we met.”

Nigel kissed his knuckles, winking as he brushed his thumb across. “I think the star was meant to lead me here. North fucking star and all that.”

Adam let out a breath, stepping forward into Nigel’s space. He smelled sweet and Nigel was willing to bet he tasted even sweeter.

He leaned in as Adam went first, a chaste brush of lips that Nigel fought the urge to deepen.

Adam’s breath warmed Nigel’s cheek.

“Do you want to watch the stars tomorrow too?”

Nigel smiled, “Like I said earlier, I fucking live for stars.”

Adam smiled. “Goodnight, Nigel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He watched Adam head up the stairs and his lip curled in anticipation.

“Oh yes you will, darling. Yes you will.”

Years later when asked about his tattoos he almost always said the same thing about the star.

“This one is for Adam,” ignoring Darko’s snicker and making sure Adam wasn’t within hearing range, “The brightest light in my otherwise dismal fucking life.”

anonymous asked:

"care to give me a back scratch?" ....spacedogs?? I am not a trash possum....I'm uh, someone else

Oh yes, you’re definitely not any trash possum I know. But, you know, just in case a certain trash possum I do know of is interested, I’m going to tag @hotsauce418​. Better safe than sorry and all.

Also this is me wading into the waters of a/b/o with a little Alpha!Adam and Omega!Nigel. Sorry not sorry.


Tired and bored of work, Nigel tossed his phone onto an end table and turned his attention to Adam.

Adam was sat on the sofa, an expression on his face far too serious for someone who was watching a film on TV. He attacked every task with a level of focus and determination that left Nigel unable to resist touching him up and teasing him until he put a smile on his face.

He watched Adam’s eyes follow the characters on screen for a moment, and then heaved himself onto the sofa, face down in Adam’s lap.

“Care to give me a back scratch, gorgeous?” he asked, arching his shoulder blades up for effect.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Adam ran his fingers over Nigel’s back, short nails digging in in all the right places. Nigel groaned.

“Your heat must be coming soon,” Adam said absently.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you always demand more affection from me within forty-eight hours of your heat arriving,” Adam explained as he picked at a small bump he’d found near Nigel’s shoulder. Nigel shifted around, squirming away from his touch until he returned to scratching.“It’s likely due to the hormonal shifts you’re experiencing.”

Adam slipped his hand beneath Nigel’s shirt. His fingers were cold, and Nigel shivered as they moved up his spine. Above him, Adam huffed out a soft laugh.

Adam wasn’t wrong. Maybe it was part of Nigel’s personality, or maybe it was his years of posturing to hide the fact that he was an omega, but short of four days every month Nigel publicly took the role of dominant partner. But then his hormones would shift and it would come. Behind closed doors Nigel would find himself rubbing up against Adam, as desperate for attention as a barn cat. It made his face go red just thinking about it.

In a world of nature versus nurture, nature always had to fucking win out in the end.

“You little shit,” Nigel mumbled. He pressed his face into the soft skin of Adam’s stomach. “You keeping notes about me like a science experiment?”

“No. I’m just stating an observation.”

“What other ‘observations’ have you made about me, gorgeous?”

Adam ran his nails around the curve of Nigel’s shoulder blade. Goosebumps sprung up on his skin. While Adam considered the question, Nigel busied himself with wedging an arm between Adam’s back and the sofa, so he could wrap his arms around his waist and keep him close.

Adam smelled so sweet. Like soap, and the spices he’d used while making their dinner. Nigel inhaled deeply, scenting him.

“You pretend to like beer, but whenever we go out you end up drinking half of my cocktail instead. Your nose twitches when you’re upset,” Adam said. “You seem to enjoy receiving affection more than giving it, but you’re reluctant to admit it. You only ever ask for it during your heat and I don’t understand why.”

Nigel turned his head, just enough to peer up at Adam. Adam had taken his eyes off the TV entirely in favor of watching his fingers move beneath the fabric of Nigel’s t-shirt.

Nigel nuzzled his stomach. “Damn. Read me like a book, didn’t you?”

“No. The books I read are difficult to understand,” Adam said with a smile. “You’re mostly very easy.”

Very carefully, Nigel untangled himself from Adam’s lap so that he could sit up. He kissed Adam, nuzzling their noses together when he drew back.

“What did I ever do to deserve a sweet little alpha like you?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Adam said, puzzled frown creeping onto his face. Nigel kissed it away. “But Nigel, if you want affection from me, you don’t have to hold back until your heat. I enjoy touching you and making you happy.”

“I know, darling. Old habits die hard, I guess,” Nigel said. “You going to stay home and fuck me when my heat gets here? Keep me feeling good?”

“Of course. My work has special leave for mated alphas, you know that.”

Adam’s voice was serious, but the way a grin played about the corners of his mouth told Nigel he was only winding him up. Nigel stood and, before Adam could stop him, swept his alpha into his arms and carried him off towards the bedroom. Adam laughed and clutched at his shoulders.

“Then why not practice until then?” Nigel asked and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.


I have about six more prompts in my inbox waiting for fills, so I’m temporarily closing prompts until I get more of those done. For the full prompt list, check here!

anonymous asked:

I just love when Fersali are doing Starz job by revealing new cast members lol So we had Charlie (don't remember his name) and now Nigel Betts and someone called Keith Fleming (scottish actor apparently). Hmmm i wonder what roles they'll play. It's exciting to guess. Thank you Lauren and Cesar. They should get pay more for the PR work.

Thank you so much Fersali 

Charlie Heitt (white T) plays Captain of the plagued ship Thomas Leonard. 

Keith Fleming and Nigel Betts as Dr Stern and Captain of Artemis?

The Name

This is also response to a Kiss prompt ask, #16 for Feysand or Nessian, where a person’s face is scrunched up and the other kisses their forehead/nose/lips.  Specifically the requester wanted a pregnancy-related one.  Unfortunately, I somehow lost the original ask, so can’t tag you!  But @feysandsmut I was thinking of you as I wrote it.


Feyre eased herself down onto the couch, then back onto her mound of pillows.  It was an effort to lift each leg, but finally she was settled.  Rhys watched anxiously, but he knew from experience any attempt to help her earned a snarl.  She ran a hand over her belly, back and forth, as her breathing quieted, then turned her face to him.

“I’m officially disgusting,” she said, lips quirked in a half-smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, wanting to rush to her and take her hand but restraining himself.  

“My legs are swollen, I can’t even see my feet, I found a new vein on the top of my belly, and I can’t stop sweating.  Plus, I just peed and I’m going to have to again in five minutes.”

“If you can’t see your feet, how do you know your legs are swollen?” he asked innocently.  She glared at him in response, a hint of tears in her eyes.  He did rise then, and lifted her feet gently while he sat on the couch, then rested them on his lap.  They were bare, as the summer heat had officially overwhelmed the city, and he began massaging them gently.  As he worked, he ran his eye over her, assessing.  Her lovely face was full, flushed.  Her lips were a little chapped, and he paused to hand her a glass of water.  That glorious golden-brown hair clung to her sweaty neck.  Her breasts were full under her loose gown, and the hand resting on that curve of her belly, their baby who was making it his home…”You have never been more beautiful,” he told her earnestly.  “New vein, swollen legs, and all.”

She waved a hand ineffectually as if to swat him, but he was out of reach given that she couldn’t bend at all.  He dug his clever fingers a little deeper into the arch of her foot then worked forward over the ball, the pressure separating her toes.  His other hand began massaging her calf and she moaned a little as she slumped back.  Switching to the other foot, he tried to ignore the silky feel of her skin beneath her fingers, the delicate scent of her sweat that somehow managed to be arousing.   He knew from the bond between them that she sincerely worried he was repulsed by her, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth.  He slid a hand gently up the inside of her knee, up to her thigh, and she looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes.  

“What are you plotting over there?” she asked lazily.

“I’m not plotting anything,” he replied, indignation warring with humor.  “I’m just extending my massage.”

She snorted.  “You’re going to put me into labor, you know.  And we still haven’t even settled on a name.”

“Lucifer.”  

“Ugh!”  She laughed, nose wrinkled.  “Galen.”

He shook his head.  “Sebastian.”

“Where the hell do you get these?  Kenai.”

“Sounds too feminine.”  He pretended to think for a moment, trying to keep from laughing.  This had become a daily joke.  At least on his part.  “Nigel.”

“Do you want him beaten up by all the other Illyrians?”  She studied the ceiling for a moment.  “Daemon.”

He shuddered, an exaggerated motion to make her laugh.  It worked, then she protested, “What’s wrong with Daemon?”

“It sounds too much like Demon, I think we’re putting too much pressure on the poor kid with a name like that.”

They both fell silent for a moment.  He supposed they would have to settle on a name, and soon.  At least by the child’s third birthday.  But Feyre was more relaxed, her legs a little less swollen as he continued to work them.  By the Cauldron, he wanted her.  It had been weeks since they’d made love, not by his choice, but out of her fear of going into premature labor.  The scent of the baby - his baby - entwined with her own drove him mad.

To distract himself, he thought of the situation on the continent.  It had been years since the war, but there continued to be pockets of unrest.  Generally some over-ambitious Fae deciding they deserved to rule with humans as their subservients, or slaves.  Right now, though, Azriel was checking out a report of a human who had decided to begin trafficking other humans.  Cassian had wanted to go with him, all bristling aggression when they’d been told, but he and Az had convinced him they needed to gather more information first.  Azriel had been given permission both by Rhys and by the territory queen to put down the threat if the situation was dire; otherwise he was to report back and they would all decide what to do.  Cassian’s only request being that he be allowed to end the man if it came to that.  He smiled a little at the thought of his brothers, Azriel always the cold balance to Cassian’s fire.  

“Kastiel,” he said suddenly.

“What?” Feyre murmured, nearly asleep.

“As a name.  Kastiel.”

She pursed her lips, thinking about it.  “Kastiel,” she sounded out, then smiled, a slow spread of joy across her face.  “I like it.”

Her brow furrowed then, almost in pain, and she looked at her belly.  He slipped out from under her feet and was at her head in an instant, running a hand across her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair back.  “Are you okay?”  

“Yeah,” she said, a little breathless.  “He decided to do a little dance routine in there.”  Her face was still tight, lips pressed together.  Through the thin cotton of her gown, they could see a tiny fist or foot pressing through her skin.  Her hand moved to press on it, Rhys’s covering hers with his own.  He brushed his lips against her crinkled forehead, then dropped a kiss lightly on the tip of her nose.

“I think he likes his new name,” he said, before gently pressing his lips to hers.  She reached her free hand up to rest against his cheek and he deepened the kiss.  Under their combined hands, he could feel his son moving.  Kastiel, ready to dance his way into the world.