Do you know any Hannibal tumblr that take prompts like yours do?
Unfortunately I do not, but I’d advise you to go into the Hannibal tag or, if you are for example looking for Hannigram fills, in said tag. I think I saw some there.
- In restaurant … This reporter …
- I love you no matter what, Ben. Calm down, kitten. I don’t care about what he will write. I love you.
- I know… I love you too.
Oh this is beautiful.
You’ll have to wait and see, my dear, don’t you?
Q found it difficult to adapt, but James couldn’t blame him.
He didn’t want to because all he felt was a deep-rooted, joy-consuming feeling of guilt. Watching his lover refuse to get out of the sun because he was afraid of it despise James’ assurances that it only hurt after hours of standing outside, watching him throw up at the sight of blood when James brought him some from a blood preservation and seeing him sitting in front of the window, looking so incredibly lost was the most horrible feeling James had ever felt, and it made him want to rip off his own head in shame.
He had turned Q into a vampire, and he regretted it.
Not letting him die – he didn’t regret that. He wondered if there was another way, if he could have done something else to safe his mate from dying under his hands; if he should have been able to control himself, to let go of Q once he was sated.
It was too late for that now.
Q was a vampire and he was so young, so bloody young; less than three days ago, he had been dying under James’ hands and now he was immortal just like his lover. For anyone else that would be perfect, would be a wonderful thing and they’d be happy; James saw that it drove Q into some kind of depression, some kind of trauma, and James couldn’t let him die from grieve.
First, he had to get Q to drink blood.
James could remember his first time and how wrong it had felt, how much of a monster he had been back then; the pulse of the young woman’s dying body against his lips, her blood running down his throat, the sweet juices of heaven and hell, and it had tasted so wonderful.
Centuries of waiting, of trying to drink from the criminals only, of drinking from Vesper and ignoring how her blood tasted wrong, and James had found himself a mate. Many vampires turned theirs to let them stay alive, to keep them to themselves and close; entire clans of vampires, strong in blood but weak in loyalty created just because their lord couldn’t let go.
Just like James had failed to let go.
Would anyone be interested in having a Hannibal RPG? I think it would be interesting to see where a group could take these characters. If I were to start one it would most likely be open to OC’s after the main characters were filled.
What do people think?
Q is the Lord of Dragons. Captain Bond is a bad pirate… who kidnapped Q and his dragons. Also, they fall in love. My posts.
- Love? What happened?
- My dragons are upset, James.
- I don’t find you very interesting.
- You will.
Since I find myself addicted to Hannibal and most of my RP partners in the Skyfall-fandom stopped replying or RPing, I’d like to RP some Hannigram with someone!
I haven’t really RPed it yet, so I don’t know whether I’d prefer to be Will or Hannibal, but I’d like to explore a bit. I love AUs, from Omegaverse to shapeshifters, have no problem with gore, violence and hardcore sex and I’m open for pretty much everything.
My skype name is IAmNotOneOfThem
My email is email@example.com
Either would be fine with me; I’m in GMT+1, but online most of the day and especially in the evening. I have vacation at the moment so I’m up to 4am in the morning, and my summer break is soon.
Don’t be shy, I don’t bite - not hard, at least.
I would love to RP with someone!
I know you are bussy whith the prompts, but i need to ask. When are you going to upload a new chapter of White Lily? (I love your writing, by the way)
Soon dear :) I want to update “Let them talk” first, and then I’ll work on that.
To say that Sherlock was pissed off would be a great understatement.
He wasn’t remotely sure what made him want to murder someone today, it wasn’t a rare occurrence and almost was normal, ordinary, for him, but maybe it was the fact that his fourteen year old brother fell in love with a nineteen year old man.
It didn’t sound as dramatic as it was in his head, might have to re-phrase it.
His underage, innocent and virgin brother fell in love with the captain of their track and field team, a nineteen year old man called James Bond who was known for his endless stories of women and men he had put to bed in the year and a half he had been in this university.
Sherlock had no idea how they even met, because he surely didn’t foster a relationship with the man, and he for sure hadn’t encouraged any interaction between the two of them.
Mycroft would have his head, if he could be arsed to move his fat bottom off his chair; he would be less than pleased and would cause havoc. It would almost be worth the troubles to see that, but Sherlock had little interest in getting caught in the crossfire and would rather just sit there watching from afar than being an active part in this little game.
He pushed away a fellow student and ignored her protests, knowing she just came back from her private lesson with the math teacher; her skirt wrinkled, a hickey underneath her shirt’s collar and the grade on her test edited for the third time in short intervals. Q hadn’t been in his room, which he didn’t share with anyone but which was close to the professors’ just in case.
It was a rarity that a fourteen year old was intelligent enough to go to university already, and the Holmes family took great pride in the fact that all of their three children had managed to set new records and standards. Mycroft finished university with seventeen, now worked as a civil servant; Sherlock was in his last year and, apart from his drug problems and the way he kept on insulting the professors, working on his graduation in chemistry and physics.
Q would study IT technology and science, wanted to work for the government later.
Just like Mycroft; it almost was a shame.