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Night Shift by PossessiveNoun
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types
04 May 2017
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There are certain rules to follow when working for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Under no circumstances are you to engage any of the inmates in personal conversation, put yourself in a position where they can cause you serious injury, or let them get inside your head.
Despite Will Graham’s best efforts he has managed to ignore all the rules as the new Orderly at the hospital and found himself the centre of fascination for the worst of the inmates, the Cannibal known as Hannibal Lecter.
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Will smiled a humorless smile. “Are you trying to psychoanalyse me Doctor? Are you missing the good old days of psychiatry?”
Hannibal gripped the bars of the cell, fingers tightening like he wanted to prise them apart to be on the same side as Will. “I want to know you, Will. Don’t you want to know me too?”
Will swallowed down the spike of fear at his words. “No. I don’t find you all that interesting.”
Hannibal’s answering smile was all teeth. “You will.”
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Lance isn't a touchy guy. Everyone in the agency knows this. Lance Sterling is untouchable. A fist bump and a pat on the back is the most you'll ever get out of him I mean he's Lance freakin Sterling so yeah.
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Lance basically shows public affection (directed at Walter) in the later half of the fic and the ppl of the agency are shook.
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What kind of supervillian has an emotional support animal? by SmidgeonPigeon
Fandoms: Spies In Disguise (2019)
26 Apr 2020
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Walter Beckett is brilliant, polite, and endlessly optimistic.
Unfortunately, people tend to overlook all your other good qualities when you're a supervillian.
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a little human error by sandpapersnowman for theidesofmarch1
Fandoms: The Nice Guys (2016)
31 Oct 2023
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"What are you going around with a fake ID for, anyway?" Jackson asks.
Holland frowns.
"Fake ID?"
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Jackson finds out Holland's age.
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Healy rolls his eyes magnificently. He releases one of March’s ankles to massage his forehead like he’s staving off a migraine. “Jesus, what do you think this is, some kind of shitty porno? I’m trying to have a professional conversation, and you’re over here presenting to me! In heat!”
“What the fuck are you talking about, man,” March squawks. “I’m not in heat. This is self-defense! I’m defending myself!”