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i would like to say that i have NOT abandoned my fics. i am doing my last year of uni whilst working full-time and tutoring in my spare time, most free time i spend on winding down and relaxing with video games. i do want to go back to writing and i am going to, it just turned out to be more difficult to do so with everything going on. rest assured, #agathario from my au are doing well and will be back!! have a snippet as my apology for being silent <3

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Hello there, I'm new here and I just wanted to say I stumbled upon your Mrs. Fletcher(?) fanfic and hooooly shit. The poor babies gonna wreck the fuck outta each other huh? If a hug can be that devastating, I can't wait for their real kisses

OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT SEEN THIS SOMEHOW I AM SO SORRY DNASJNDKJAS ANYWAYS

YES!!! I don't even think I'm prepared to write that yet...

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[SNIPPET] Ma Mort (more Rio!!!!)

everyone seems to love Rio in this fic and I want to cry happy tears every time someone tells me that so have some more anjksdnjkaskbda

“Explain it to me. I need to understand. You said ‘I’m going to’, but you did not clarify where exactly you were going,” Death’s voice hums calmly.

“Rio,” Agatha utters out after taking a deep breath, “dearest,” and she quickly has to take another before continuing, “orgasm is not a literal destination.”

“You sounded very certain and dramatic,” Death states simply as the shadows pulse once, gently, “I thought it might be a place of particular significance to you.”

“When I say that ‘I’m going to come’, I mean an orgasm, not a bloody pilgrimage!”

Although silent, the shadows flicker with a subtle tremor. Agatha has come to recognise this as Death’s form of contemplation. “Orgasm is not a place.”

“No, it’s not,” Agatha confirms, still trying to calm herself down. “It’s an event. You have made me come a lot of times, Rio, you know that. It’s like a release. An explosion,” as soon as a few strands of darkness start twitching, she hurriedly clarifies, “not a literal explosion! A metaphorical explosion. Like I’m dying, but in a very, very good way.

“I see.” A thoughtful pause follows.

“Right, excellent, so can we–”

“You wish for me to induce an explosion that you do not die from?”

Agatha is going to kill her. She would find a way. Somehow.

the fic | ao3 | kofi

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Hugh Dancy as Will Graham Hannibal Season 1 / April 4, 2013 - June 20, 2013

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Kathryn Hahn for The Washington Post (2024)

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x09 - “Trou Normand”

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Agathario AU | At a dinner party, Agatha can't take her eyes off Rio, who is hungry for more than just food. Everyone, say thank you to @revleftshark for the dialogue.

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i absolutely love Don't You Want me and came here to read your snippets omggg 👀 I'm so excited AHHH I haven't seen mrs fletcher but is the main ship gonna stay agatha and rio? or is the wanda 3some going to change that?

The main ship will remain Agatha and Rio, don’t worry! ❤️ And thank you so much for your kind words, I'm glad you're enjoying it!!

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

3x04 - “Aperitivo”

Will getting distracted during his murder fantasy

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[SNIPPET] Ma Mort: La première émotion

here's something from the upcoming chapter (hehe)

It doesn't take long for Death to start breaking rules.

Agatha Harkness becomes her routine. Whenever she can, she finds her. Most times next to at least one corpse. Sometimes, there is nobody else. Other times, Death watches from afar how different women make Agatha feel good, just like she did not so long ago.

One time, she arrives and collects four souls, one of which turns out to be a child. Agatha explains that there are sometimes simple casualties. They should not happen, but do so anyway, and there is nothing that can be done. Death does not question.

“I've missed you,” Agatha murmurs when Death arrives to see five corpses around her. It touches her wrist gently, and Agatha closes her eyes with a smile. “Touch me, Rio.”

And Death does, just like the first time, she holds Agatha mid–air, covers the entirety of her skin, and pulsates. Just like the first time, one of the tendrils slides between Agatha's legs and enters her with ease. Death remembers now, so it quickly begins to move in and out, thickening it, and Agatha moans, “I could do this all the time.”

She comes with a scream and Death’s name on her lips.

And they, in fact, do it all the time.

the fic | ao3

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some caitvi foreplay from chapter 237846237423

the fic | ao3

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Are you planning on giving Ma Mort any more chapters? No rush at all, just curious! I love that fic <3

Absolutely!!! The next one is almost done, so it will probably come out this month. :D

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

One of the crew members said it took six people holding the door up on the other side to keep Mads from breaking it down

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might honestly really try to finish the chapter of my killing eve/big swiss au soon i really want to post something i miss them aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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caitvi being silly

Caitlyn quickly turns her back to Vi as she faces the bed. Not only has she never had to share a room with a stranger, but she has also never had to change in front of someone else. And now, with the said stranger sitting just a few metres away from her, Caitlyn feels exposed in a way she is not used to at all. But she has no other choice, literally.

She yanks her shirt off over her head, leaving herself in soaked jeans and a bra. And then, she suddenly reminds herself that there is a fucking mirror in the room. Even though she has asked her to turn around, Caitlyn doesn’t expect someone like Vi to listen. Holding her breath, she glances over her shoulder at the mirror. And there it is.

Vi isn’t turned around. Not really, anyway.

She’s still lounging in the chair, her body angled just enough to make it look like she’s following Caitlyn’s instructions. But Caitlyn sees the truth in the mirror – just as she expected, Vi’s eyes flicker to the reflection, tracking her movements in an almost lazy way, like she’s not even really trying to be subtle about it. Caitlyn feels her pulse spike.

“Are you serious?”

Vi blinks, looking up at Caitlyn’s eyes in the reflection like she has just been caught with her entire hand in the cookie jar. Only, instead of looking embarrassed or guilty, that annoying smirk paints her face as she raises her arms in a surrendering gesture.

“What? I didn’t think the mirror would be such a problem.”

Before she can stop herself, Caitlyn grabs the closest thing she can that ends up being her damp shirt, and throws it in Vi’s direction. Vi dodges it effortlessly, barely even flinching, as she laughs, completely unimpressed. “That was a terrible throw.”

“Maybe because I wasn’t aiming,” Caitlyn snaps as she clenches her teeth. Everything aside, she has no idea how the hell she got herself into this situation – shirtless, with a complete stranger that she has just thrown a piece of clothing at, in the same room. That is not something Caitlyn Kiramman would ever do. Yet, here she is. Doing exactly that. Eventually, she breaks the eye contact with Vi in the reflection. “You’re being inappropriate.”

Vi chuckles, but she does look away. “Can you blame me?”

the fic | ao3

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NEW WORK ALERT: Chapter #01 of Collateral Damage is now L I V E! 🖤

SUMMARY:

Paris in the rain is supposed to be romantic.

Or, at least, that is what all the travel books always say, what all the poets write about, what people point out when someone even mentions the city. Because it is the kind of city that belongs in poetry, and in pages of books meant to be read with a glass of wine in hand. It’s the kind of city where people fall in love on accident, or where those who already did huddle together under umbrellas, stealing kisses in the intoxicating glow of the Seine.

For Caitlyn Kiramman, however, Paris in the rain is nothing short of a goddamn disaster.