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$100/HR, Please Call for Inquiries by MagnifyingGlass
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Charlie Countryman (2013)
20 Nov 2024
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Will needs money, the Lecters need a test subject.
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Vignettes of Will and Hannibal's life post-fall, with a curious, otherworldly twist.
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- Part 1 of The Mimic and The Monsterfucker
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Will Graham finds a familiar acquaintance dumped on the side of the road.
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- Part 2 of Night Shift
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“GET BACK HERE!”
The man had followed. Will darted forward, running into the unknown. How the man could run so quickly with his ragged boots untied was beyond him. He just kept coming. Will ran through street after street, past empty, collapsing houses, through more barren yards, past garage doors sporting spray painted sheets bearing farewell wishes to loved ones that would never make it home. He ran past groups of solemn, gaunt worshippers holding vigil in their front yards and Will had to squint to read their picket signs declaring ‘JESUS LOVES YOU’ and ‘THE SON IS COMING.’
Someone was coming, that’s for sure. Will was almost entirely sure that Jesus wasn’t a manic, half-nude lunatic chasing after him wearing nothing but boots and cutoff shorts. Perhaps Jesus would come for the numerous bodies littering the streets. He sure as hell wouldn’t come for Will.
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Inyapai: Desert People
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Hannibal is having a bad day. Will is too. Fuck the Police, as they say.
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- Part 1 of Night Shift
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Fairytale Reimaginings by MagnifyingGlass
Fandom Charlie Countryman (2013), Hannibal (TV)
19 Jun 2022
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"It’s information,” Price spit out, beginning to pace back and forth. He tacked on, “Information on us," as if his original anger and statement didn’t make that obvious.
“So blackmail,” Ghost supplied. Price gave a jerky nod in affirmation. “Okay. What in the fresh hell does it have to do with me?”
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- Part 1 of dear lover
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10 May 2026
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Instead, as he gnawed mindlessly on Ghost’s skin, what came out of his mouth was, “Spend your rut with me, Alpha.”
The hand in his hair pulled his head back further, almost painfully, and Soap’s mouth dropped open on a sudden moan. Ghost exhaled sharply through his nose.
“You on birth control, Johnny?” he got out between clenched teeth.
“Yes, sir,” Soap lied seamlessly.
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10 May 2026
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That Wouldn't Be So Awful by HigherMagic for brainrotstephhh
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Jun 2025
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"Do you think there is one?" he whispers, turning just enough to meet Soap's eyes. "A life where you and I are…happy, together."
"If there isn't, I'll make one," Soap insists. "This one."
"So that's it then," Simon murmurs. "We escape to the North, shack up together, and live happily ever after?"
Soap swallows, tries to take a deep breath. "Would that be so awful?" He cannot help how pitiful the words come out, hurting somewhere he cannot name at the idea of his Omega, his Simon, having all the freedom in the world to choose his Alpha and still finding Soap lacking. Still believing, somehow, that there is a world where Soap finds love in the arms of another, a stranger, and that he'd be better for it.
Simon regards him for a long moment, and then he smiles. "No," he confesses, and reaches for Soap again. He takes Soap's hand and squeezes, just once. "No, that wouldn't be so awful."- Language:
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Bookmarked by MagnifyingGlass
12 Apr 2026
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Morning coffee with Price. Evening food runs with Gaz. Ghost at night. Like clockwork. Like… they’d planned it.
“You’re takin’ shifts,” Soap said, staring.
Price didn’t look up. “Aye.”
“You—what?”
“Making sure you’re following orders.” He flicked the paper to a new page, as if this was the most mundane admission in the world. “And that you’ve got what you need.”
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Post-mission downtime turns into a slow unravelling of boundaries, as Soap recovers from a busted knee, and fails to keep his mouth shut. Or: the Poly141 fic I've been promising (re: threatening)Series
- Part 5 of Lines of Fire
- Part 1 of Orbit
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Bookmarked by MagnifyingGlass
16 Mar 2026
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The first one to spot the toy is Price. The first one to use it is Gaz.
It goes like this: the 141’s been officially moved into a unit barracks together, individual bedrooms circling a commons with a reasonably-sized bathroom and what could charitably be called a kitchen if you were looking at it sideways. Separate enough from the main barracks and officer’s quarters to be technically private, but definitely more aiming to separate them just that bit more from the usual riff-raff, give them that extra edge of deniability. Not that they mind, those of them that socialize manage to do it plenty besides, and the ones of them that don’t appreciate having a place to sit quietly without interruption.
So when Price first sees the thick tube sitting on the coffee table as he preps for the morning, plastic and shiny and with a little clear strip down the side to see the soft pink insides, he assumes one of his Sergeants was having a little fun the night previous and forgot to clean up after. It’s a pleasant thought to be sure, one he’ll consider for the rest of the day, so he leaves it be.
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- Part 16 of Noc’s Military Propaganda
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16 Mar 2026