15 Works by videcormeum
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“Hello, darling. What’s your poison?”
“Uh—”
Gale stops. The man is tall, waifish, blonde, a white shirt rolled up to his elbows. There is a streak of coffee on his right sleeve.
“I hope you don’t take offence,” he's saying, “but you look positively wretched. Caffeine?”
Gale needs a routine. Astarion needs some variety.
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“I like your jacket,” Eddie says over the din of the crowd.
“It’s yours."
“Yeah, I know.”
There are plenty of things Eddie likes about Steve Harrington.
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Eddie leans out of the window on crossed forearms. Steve’s next projectile, thankfully, goes right over his head.
“Hello."
“Hi,” Steve says, “can I come in?”
Eddie Munson and the terrible, no good, very bad, actually pretty alright summer.
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“Have you never been touched with a gentle hand?”
Ed’s mouth was dry. “Not until…”
He tapped his breast, his heart, where Stede had tucked the red silk and where he kept it still, laced through layers of leather.
“Oh, Ed.”
Stede learns love. Ed learns balance. Izzy learns heartache, and how to recover.
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Edward's left knee aches when it rains.
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(let me be) the honest home where you can rest by videcormeum
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
26 Dec 2021
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“Jon has the plague,” Martin said.
“Jon has the flu,” Jon corrected, standing just to prove that he could. He caught the headboard to stop himself falling right back onto the bed, “and he’s absolutely well enough to work.”
Jon and Martin face their biggest challenge yet: the common cold.
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- Part 2 of merry jonmartin fluff
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Martin tipped his head back to look at the lights, and his grin was big and white and lovely. He was so pale that they should have washed him out, but they only served to light him up, highlighting the pink flush of his cheeks and the soft smattering of freckles that Jon hadn’t been close enough to notice before. His round glasses reflected the light, but beneath them Jon could see the way they turned his eyes honey-gold.
He squeezed Jon’s hand. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yes,” Jon agreed, squeezing back.
To say that Jonathan Sims didn't enjoy Christmas would be a gross understatement.
With the season fast approaching, his friends set him up on a series of festive dates to get him into the holiday spirit. Enter Martin Blackwood, a local tattoo artist and the absolute opposite of Jon’s type, to teach him the true meaning of Christmas.
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- Part 1 of merry jonmartin fluff
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Other than the eyes, the man was small and thin, with round glasses and salt-and-pepper hair that fell across his face. He was wearing a sweater vest, which was startlingly normal amongst the rest of his appearance. The eyes really were unavoidable, though; one sat in the centre of his forehead, two more on the high points of his cheekbones. They could have been very, very strange tattoos, if they weren’t blinking at him, wide and milky-white.
“Martin,” the man said, and collapsed.
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Martin had taken care of his mother because he loved her. He had taken care of her because if he didn’t, he would become her, and nothing scared him more than that. And then, he met Jon—perfect, put-together Jon, with his slicked-back hair and his careful words and his cautious demeanour. Jon was hope, he was stability, he was everything Martin had never had.
Jon was sick, too. Martin knew that now.
An analysis of behavioural cycles. Subject: Martin Blackwood, former Archival Assistant at the Magnus Institute, London. Observed by Jonathan Sims.
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Arthur is an FBI agent with big ambitions, assigned to work with a notorious agent known as ‘Spooky’ Eames on a series of unexplained cold cases. He expects to debunk Eames’ obsession with the paranormal and move on. He doesn’t expect to fall into an unlikely partnership, or to enjoy it.
'The X-Files' AU.
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There it was: that thing that Will couldn’t name, swimming in obscurity beneath Hannibal’s undisturbed surface. The twilight cast long shadows across his face and turned his skin to dishwater.
“Who are you?” Will whispered to the darkness.
“Who would you like me to be?” the darkness whispered back.
Will builds coffins. Hannibal fills them.
Canon AU. No encephalitis, no gaslighting, just dark Will Graham and his darling killer.
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“Try to relax your shoulders. Be one with your body, do not fight it.”
Atoms separated them. Will swallowed. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed his shoulders to drop. It felt better, the pull at his muscles easier. His chin lifted naturally. Projecting to the balcony.
Hannibal smiled. “That’s good, Will.”
Dancers are dying at a local ballet company. With local law enforcement convinced it's an inside job, promising FBI agent and ex-dancer Will Graham is sent undercover to investigate. When he meets renowned ballet dancer Hannibal Lecter, it becomes clear that the investigation will be anything but straightforward.
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Abigail’s face was inches from his, crumpled in panic. There was something smeared across her forehead, almost black in the darkness.
“Papa,” she whispered. “I need help.”
A collection of missing scenes from The Abigail Variations.
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- Part 2 of the 'variations' verse
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The Lecter-Grahams are a happy family, until they’re not.
When Abigail is accused of murdering one of her classmates, Will’s family is tested. How far will he go to protect what he loves?
A Defending Jacob AU.
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- Part 1 of the 'variations' verse
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your hair was long when we first met (i loved you first) by videcormeum
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
07 Feb 2021
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Residing in a safe house months after TWOTL, Will cuts Hannibal's hair and has a lot of thoughts.
Inspired by 'Samson' by Regina Spektor.