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Jake and Amy are having a baby! The precinct reacts.
(Very, very cracky.)
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On the Rocks by badxwolfxrising, RoseByAnyOtherName (badxwolfxrising)
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Broadchurch
22 Nov 2019
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A seedy London pub, a blonde bartender, a grumpy detective, and the night that changed both of their lives. A Hardy/Rose AU.
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- Part 3 of 50 Prompt Challenge
- Part 9 of The Broadchurch Files
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H. Lecter (7:34 am)
Good morning, Will. I trust that this message is finding you well?Will read the text, quickly at first, slowing down on his second pass. It was very...Hannibal, to be so formal over a fucking text message, and at this ungodly hour no less. Not that Will wasn’t already awake; he’d been knee deep in a crime scene for the last hour and a half, give or take.
Regardless. For all Hannibal knew, Will could have been sleeping, catching up on much-needed rest in the confines of his three star, FBI-funded hotel room in the middle of shit-creek nowhere, Iowa. How uncouth.
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Loud are the whispers by Luminimanoise
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
15 Mar 2020
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That night the castle walls heard many screams and wails. For friends, lovers, parents, and siblings, lost in the freezing waters.
Glenn woke up to the sweet smell of lavender.
Dimitri never went to sleep in the first place.
Sylvain slept through the night peacefully.
Each of the men got a new ghost that night. And the stone castle looked on, not unkindly.
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An audiorecording of ElloPoppet's Pochée. Streaming, MP3 & M4B available.
H. Lecter (7:34 am)
Good morning, Will. I trust that this message is finding you well?Will read the text, quickly at first, slowing down on his second pass. It was very...Hannibal, to be so formal over a fucking text message, and at this ungodly hour no less. Not that Will wasn’t already awake; he’d been knee deep in a crime scene for the last hour and a half, give or take.
Regardless. For all Hannibal knew, Will could have been sleeping, catching up on much-needed rest in the confines of his three star, FBI-funded hotel room in the middle of shit-creek nowhere, Iowa. How uncouth.