#like my heart is telling me hannibal would go all out for the holidays just because he’s gaudy by nature but does that extend to thanksgivin

[grahamcore]

so would hannibal eat turkey on thanksgiving or would it still be people meat

#and if so how the hell would he disguise it as a turkey?? because his other dishes are just ambiguous and fancy but a turkey is a turkey. #genuinely asking because on the one hand i imagine he’d be as festive as a middle aged suburban white woman for the holidays #but then i’m not sure if that’s actually true? in my soul i feel that it is but he’s lithuanian so does he observe every american holiday? #like my heart is telling me hannibal would go all out for the holidays just because he’s gaudy by nature but does that extend to thanksgivin #and if it does then how does that mesh with his cannibalistic tendencies? #i feel like thanksgiving is actually the perfect holiday for him because it’s literally an excuse to have people over just to eat with them #but that brings me back to the initial problem of disguising human meat as a turkey??? everyone knows what a turkey looks like #a heart could as easily belong to a human as it could to a cow but a turkey is a fucking turkey #unless he makes some fucked up human meat origami turkey which… going by the human heart in the cathedral he probably could #so either that or he just sucks it up and eats nonhuman meat for a day?? but would he even do that??? #I DONT KNOW ANYMORE I NEED ANSWERS #hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannigram

[adarafaelbarba]

A Little White Lie

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Fandom: Hannibal

Requested by: @astoriablehh​

Warning: Poor self image. Family members talking down on reader. Vulgar language. Hints at sexual fantasies.

A/N: This covers the Fake Relationship When Visiting Family from the Holiday Bingo @thatesqcrush​ created! 🎄

You hated family get togethers. It was just another excuse for them to point out your flaws. You’re too big or You’re not going to get a man with the work you have. Honestly, it was too exhausting listening to them. Of course, you tried to not let them get under your skin. After all they claimed to be talking like this because they cared for your well being and wanted you to live your best life. But you felt suffocated by them.

So you weren’t too pleased when you walked into work, reading a text from your mother about how they were all looking forward to seeing you for the family Christmas dinner the following week. You were contemplating on telling them you couldn’t come, but you could already hear the things that they would say about that. Always so busy, never bothers to come visit her family. No thanks. Surely you could manage a few hours with them.

But then another text ticked in. Cannot wait to meet your boyfriend. Did she honestly think you had a boyfriend?! Shit! Fuck! Fucking NOPE! When would you have time to date with all the hours you had? Your patients were your life. Not to mention there were no guy that really caught your eye, weather in was outside of work or at work.

Well, there was one. Dr. Frederick Chilton. The man behind many of your late night fantasies. Not that you would ever tell him. But there had been many lonely nights where you had cried out his name. He could never know of course.

Those words your mother had uttered in her last text. You couldn’t focus at your job. Cannot wait to meet your boyfriend. You wanted to scream. Your mother always wanted you to find a nice man and settle down, When are you going to give me grandkids? All your cousins have given your aunts and some grandkids, I’m not gonna be around forever. You hated that she was almost forcing you to have kids, when you weren’t even sure you wanted any. With the job you saw the crazy in everyone. Even some of your colleagues had started going a bit crazy. You didn’t want to bring kids into that.

«Earth to Dr. (Y/L/N). Were you listening to what I said?» You shook your head and looked at Frederick, a worried look etched on his face. «Hmm? Sorry Doctor. What were you saying?» You asked, blushing as you looked at him. «I was asking you if you’re okay. you’ve been off all day», he said, a hand on your arm, making you blush even more. You could feel the heat radiating from his arm, even through your cardigan.

«Uh, yeah. Just a lot on my mind», you said, shrugging. Not wanting to go into too much detail, but you could see that he was curious and wanted to know more. It was the psychologist in him. «My mother wants me to bring a boyfriend home», you said, rolling your head as you heard yourself say it out loud. «That bad huh?» You nodded at that. «I don’t even want to go, but I’ll get more shit from them if I don’t show up, then if I do. Unless I show up alone of course», you rambled, before stopping yourself and looking at him, «Sorry. You don’t want to hear me talk about that.»

He gave you a warm smile, and you felt your heart stop. «I don’t mind you talking about it. We’re friends right?» That made you look at him. You had never really thought about it like that. Sure, you worked together, and on a few occasions you’d gone to each other for help. But to hear him say that, made you think that maybe you were. «Yeah», you replied, giving him a nervous smile.

«What if I go with you? I can pretend to be your date. To get your mother off your back», he suggested, making you choke on your tea. «What?» You asked, coughing. «I can be you fake boyfriend. If you want to», he said again. «You really don’t have to Dr. Chilton», you muttered, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. «I know, but I want to.»

…

And that’s how you found yourself standing outside your parents house with Frederick next to you, his hand on your waist, telling yourself that it was only play pretend. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it to be real.

«(Y/N) so good to see you again darling! And you must be Frederick?» You mother exclaimed as she opened the door for you. «Pleasure to meet you Mrs. (Y/L/N), I’ve heard great things about you», Frederick said, shaking your mothers hand. You wanted to laugh at that, nothing of what you had told him about your family was particularly great. But you were sure he was just acting, and you were grateful for it. She let you both in, calling for everyone to come say hello.

…

«So Frederick? How did you meet (Y/N)?» Your father asked. «We work together», Frederick responded, looking over at you with a small smile. «Oh. Well, if she was gonna find someone somewhere, where else», you father noted.

That made the whole room tense, until your mother spoke up, «At least she’s not dating one of those people.» One of those people meaning a patient. Your mother had always been vocal about how much she hated your workplace and your patients. But you didn’t want to listen to her. You loved your job.

«Meaning?» Frederick asked, and the room fell quiet again. «Oh, you know, those crazy people you have there», she said, sounding so confident it made you sick. Frederick could only look at her in surprise and shock. Shocked that she could talk like that.

…

The rest of the dinner went okay with only a few more rude comments here and there. It wasn’t until the end, when she was packing leftovers for everyone. «Oh, I think you forgot (Y/N)», Frederick noted, looking at you mother. «No. She doesn’t need too much of this. It’ll go right to her hips.» You had bit your tongue the whole night, but by the look in Frederick’s eyes, you could tell he would do something he regretted if you didn’t intervene.

Before you could say anything though, he jumped in. «How dare you talk about own daughter like that?! What gives you the right to treat her like you do?!» Your mother gasped, too in shock to respond. «(Y/N), is the sweetest woman I’ve ever come across, which should be a surprise given that you’re her mother. I’ve had patients kinder than the likes of you! You don’t deserve to have her in your life», He spat. Taking his hand in yours, you softly tugged at it, trying to get his attention.

Looking over at you, his face softened a bit. «I think it’s time we leave», you murmured, grabbing your things before pulling Frederick with you, «Bye guys.»

…

In the car back you could hear a pin drop at the silence that filled the small space. «I’m so sorry (Y/N), I don’t know what came over me», he murmured, looking at you. «Thank you Frederick. She really needed to hear that», you simply responded, looking at him from the drivers seat. «Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow, and I’ll cook you a thank you dinner?» You suggested, getting a nod in return. «I’d like that», he replied, a smile etched on his lips.

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#frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton imagine #frederick chilton one shot #thatesqcrush holiday bingo

[prettypinkguts]

Hannibal Lecter having to go Christmas shopping to get his s/o a Christmas gift. Find one of the gifts they really want. But Patrick Bateman was there as well to get the same gift as well...Christmas mall fight

A/N: Tell me why the stupid ass psychopaths wouldn’t make the best sugar daddies in the wold world? Oh yeah, you can’t 😌💅

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Patrick Bateman/Hannibal Lecter fighting over the same gift for their s/o

Patrick had felt his heart leap into his throat the moment his hazel-brown eyes had laid themselves upon the dazzling necklace in it’s display case. It shined and glittered as if beckoning him towards it, the glimmering of the crisp, clean diamonds whispering to him how beautiful you would look once he draped the dazzling jewelry across your neck. In fact, Patrick found himself already imagining how you would look with it tight against your neck, his strong hands pulling it from behind as his pelvis would slam hard and fast into your tight little- “Bateman? To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

A grimace instantly made its way onto Patrick’s face upon hearing the lazy drawl of words behind him, his nose turning up in disgust as if he had just smelled something dreadful as he turned to look straight into the brown eyes of Hannibal Lecter. He wore a coat and gloves, just like Bateman himself except a bright red scarf adorned his neck in order to keep him warm and safe from the cold. Patrick turned up his nose at that too, for Patrick had come to instantly recognize the smell coming off of it. You had given Hannibal that scarf, and the mere thought of it caused Patrick to imagine a bloody scene with Hannibal dead and directly in the center of it. 

“I’m here looking for something for the holidays,” Patrick had replied with a smile, the motion clearly looking forced “I’m really looking to ‘wow’ her this year” Patrick said, your name not even having to leave his lips in order for Hannibal to nod with agreement. “Yes, our girl only deserves the best doesn’t she?” Our. Patrick clenched his fists at the word, his throat swallowing back words that would cause everyone in the crowded mall to turn their heads. The two did indeed share your affection, but the word ‘our’ always caused Patrick to seethe with anger. 

Meanwhile, Hannibal only watched Patrick seethe in quiet anger, his chin tilted high and his eyes sparkling with amusement. He knew just how to make the younger man writhe with fury. In fact, Hannibal had caused Patrick Bateman nothing other than fury upon meeting him a couple years ago whenever the two had eventually met and decided to share what neither could or would give up. “So?” Patrick’s voice had caused Hannibal to look up into his eyes once more “What exactly are you doing near here? This place is a bit too expensive for someone like you, isn’t it?” he sneered. Hannibal could only shake his head and laugh “I was thinking the same thing towards you Bateman,” he said joyfully “But no, I actually have something reserved here, in fact, you were staring at it just a few moments ago.” 

Patrick's confident smirk dropped immediately at the words, his head snapping back towards the dazzling necklace that he was dead set on buying for you. “S-surely you don’t mean-” “I do” Hannibal cut him off, his pompous smirk only growing wider once something dreadful flashed in Bateman’s eyes. “How much?” “I’m afraid that I won’t be giving it up, Bateman” “I said, how fucking much, Lecter?” Patrick snapped, his polished shoes taking one step closer towards Hannibal until the two were nose to nose and each one could feel each other's breath against their face. And it was only a second longer until Hannibal could feel Patrick’s shaking fist gripping his shirt with nothing but malice. “I can’t wait to gut you like a fish, Lecter” “I could say the exact same thing to you, Bateman” and it was with that, that both men raised their fists. 

It was on Christmas day that you had finally made the time to spend a day with your beloved boys, and once the tree had been set up and the mistletoe had been hung and the food had been cooked, you had smoothed down your hair and smiled with glee upon hearing the sound of two bickering voices and a knock on your house door. “Patrick!” You had called first, your arms flinging themselves around his neck the moment you opened the door as your lips pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Hannibal, you came!” you called next, your arms leaving Patrick’s neck in order to wrap themselves around Hannibal's waist as he bent down to kiss you deeply, a deep hum leaving his lips as you allowed his tongue to sweep across your bottom lip and make you giggle, much to Patrick’s obvious jealousy. But it wasn’t until you pulled away from Hannibal that your eyes had settled on two things that made your nostrils flare and your stomach to twist itself into angry knots. “Patrick! Hannibal!” both men seemed to flinch at your tone, “you're covered in bruises!” you screeched. 

Patrick reached up a hand to his cheek, a deflated “so the face products haven’t been working” leaving his lips as Hannibal could only touch a finger to the bruise on his chin and wince. “It’s not what it looks like, Darling” Hannibal drawled “then what is it!” you huffed, a sigh leaving your lips the moment Hannibal didn’t answer and Patrick mumbled a “he started it.” “Inside, both of you. Now.” you demanded, your eyes glaring daggers at both mens backs once they kicked the snow off their shoes and stepped through the door before making their way towards the couch and sitting down, both looking as if they were young boys who just got scolded for putting their hands in the cookie jar before dinner. 

“So? Care to explain?” you hissed, crossing your arms as you bent down to look both men in their eyes only to sit up and turn away once Patrick had reached out towards you, a silky “C’mon baby, don’t be like that” leaving his lips. “Don’t you ‘baby’ me,” you snapped back “I leave you two out of my sight for one minute and you two come back covered in bruises! And to think that all I wanted was to spend one good holiday with you…” the last of your words left you with a sniffle and while Hannibal’s eyes glossed over you with embarrassment, Patrick contorted his face into what you knew was him trying to let his emotions bubble to the surface. But, you didn’t have time to let tears fully manifest before Patrick was up on his feet and placing his hands on your hips, and once he did it was all it could take to not begin smiling as Patrick would sway with you to the beat of the music playing in the next room. “C’mon baby,” he said again “sit down with us for just a second” he breathed, a gasp leaving your lips as his hot breath caressed your neck. 

“I’m still mad at you two,” you breathed back but it was with a smile that you allowed Patrick to drag you back to the couch and sit between both him and Hannibal, who squeezed your thigh the moment you sat down next to him. “Yeah, well, you can continue to be angry with us after we give you this” Patrick said, his charming smile gracing his lips as Hannibal reached to pull out a beautifully wrapped box. “Oh boys,” you smiled, Hannibal urging you on to open it as Patrick placed his lips on your neck causing waves of heat to reach your cheeks, but nothing compared to the loud gasp that filled the room once you opened the box and a dazzling diamond necklace gleamed back at you. And it was with that, as you squealed and began pressing deep, feverish kisses to each boys lips that your anger dissolved and both Patrick and Hannibal reached into their pockets in order to touch their empty wallets, both men silently cursing the man who had asked for so much money in return for the necklace once both of them had been picked out of the mall after a brutal fistfight. But, anything was worth it in order to see you smile. 

#slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher imagines #patrick bateman x reader #hannibal lecter x reader

[kim-chann]

Hi! I’ve requested a matchup before but I reconsidered what I wrote so I hope I can request again. I’m a 5’8 trans man, I’m bi with a male pref, and I’m chubby. I love video games (esp. ACNH atm), writing, singing and drawing. I’m an INTP. I’m mostly calm and laid-back but I do get bursts of energy. I’m introverted and prefer to gather in small groups, or just one other person. I’m autistic, so physical touch and eye contact are hard for me. 1/2 👾

God, I’m so sorry that this took so long! I’ve been literally doing alot of other stuff like art, playing games, and stuff. So I hope that this is okay. Once again, I’m sorry for the wait! And since you said you requested another matchup before, I hope this is a different character that I matched you up with cause I don’t want to disappoint you lmao.

Also, please send in some platonic headcanons 👀, I really like writing those type of things. 

I match you up with...

Ichimatsu Matsuno!

I know that gloomy people with gloomy people don’t really go well with each other, but hear me out! 

Ichimatsu would feel like he can be himself around, which is a very good thing. At first, he would be tense, a bit nervous around you because you’re literally almost like him. It was almost looking into a mirror. However, as he learns more about you, the more he realizes that you’re your own person and not his twin from another mother. I hope you’re ready to deal with this mountain of this boy, 'cause you’re in for a ride!

First of all, he loves that you play Animal Crossing. Cause when you first show him your island, he immediately became too excited to whip out his own Switch and show you his. Yet, he might become a bit embarrassed because his island is lazily decorated and all his villagers are cats (and even has Raymond!). He’d let you visit his island occasionally, but would most likely prefer that he’d visit yours because he doesn’t want you to see his mess. It’s cute, really. 

Since you like writing, singing, and drawing, he’s all in for it. But don't really expect him to sing cause he’s insecure about his voice. But with a little reassurance and some time, perhaps he’ll reconsider. But for your other hobbies, he actually likes drawing the most. 

As shown in season 2, he’s quite skilled! He really adores your art style because he thinks that it’s unique and fits you well. His style is more rigid and messy, and realistic. So most of his doodles might be of cats and if you dig further deeper, you might find a drawing of you and him together with a caption that says, “My love” with a heart. It would make your heart melt.

Ichimatsu can relate that you prefer to be in small groups or with one person. Since he’s so used to hanging out with his brothers all the time and his only “friends” are cats in the alleyway, it would be a nice change of pace to be alone with someone like you. 

At first, he’d be a bit awkward, fiddling with his fingers and would not making much of a conversation unless you start it, but once as you two grow closer, he’ll start them. Usually, the conversations are so strange because this kitty boy has strange humor. He doesn’t know why, but he feels comfortable talking about whatever on his mind on walks. He makes a lot of corny jokes and secretly hopes that you laugh at them. Most of them are just plain out weird or just dirty jokes, which makes him chuckle, but tell him that he’s funny, and he’ll be thinking about your compliment the whole day. 

Your bubbly personality would remind him of Osomatsu and he enjoys that. He finds it funny how you can be so bubbly but also be gloomy/emo. He likes that because it makes him relate to you even more. It doesn’t take too much effort to please him, so the littlest things to him will make him weak on your hands. He’s at your mercy and would murder for you if you want him too. 

Speaking of murder, he relates having a keen interest in serial killers. I hope you know that Ichimatsu’s favorite serial killers from shows are Hannibal Lector and Jason. Secretly, he calls them his “role models” which earns a scary shiver down his brother's spine (but a laugh to Osomatsu). Since Ichimatsu is quite a smart boy, he may know a thing or two about psychiatry. 

Especially from all the serial killer TV shows and documents that he’s watched on TV out of boredom. So since he relates to your interest in killers, you may want to share a fact about it to him because he won’t vocally ask you. Once you share him the fact, he won’t really say much, but, “Ah, really? That’s interesting...” But on the inside. he’s like, “Yo, that’s pretty damn smart for serial killers to think that way.” Don’t be surprised if you find plans of him wanting to kill his brothers lmao.

Ichimatsu can relate that when upset, he prefers to be alone and would rather deal with his feelings instead of being with a lot of people. So when you’re upset, he’ll leave you be if you want to. But if you want him to stay with you, he’ll gladly do so, and would comb his hands through your hair in a way to comfort you as long as you’re okay with it. He wants you to be fine and wants only the best for you. Seeing you so distraught would make him panic a bit because he has looked up to you. So he’ll try his best to make your day by making you food, offering to watch your favorite movie together, or go to the park and just chill. Anything to see your smile and relaxed body would make him feel happy. 

Ichimatsu isn’t too keen on events unless they’re on his interests. Halloween is his favorite holiday, so he might be interested in a few events that are going around Akatsuka. But for years, he hasn’t really attended them because he wasn’t too comfortable going to events by himself or with his brothers. He’d be awkward and out of place even if he really likes them. 

But now that you’re in his life, he’d ask if you’d like to come with him to go to an event with him and would secretly cross his fingers because he wants you to have fun with him. If you say yes, he’ll just smile and say, “Okay.” But on the inside, he’s cheering. If you say no, he’ll be confused and then ask again, thinking that he misheard you, but once you refuse again, he’ll just hum and walk out of the door, and crumble the advertisement for the event. He’ll be sad, but he won’t hold it against you at all. 

Honestly, Ichimatsu would sometimes be caught staring at your figure sometimes because he finds your appearance enchanting. He’d deny that he was staring at you if you’d ask, excusing himself that he was just daydreaming. Ichimatsu would adore your uppercut and likes his “color” on you, despite it being half purple and blue. He still loves purple on you. If he were more honest, finding you in heels would make him fall for you even more. 

He secretly finds heels a bit hot and would love to see you in them occasionally. Sometimes, he’d be daydreaming a lot about you with a smile plastered on his face. When he catches himself doing that, he’ll immediately feel embarrassed. 

I hope you like it! I enjoyed writing this. Also, I’m gonna go x-games mode to clear my inbox. Cause damn, i’m so lazy that I can’t even write. 

#Osomatsu-san #osomatsu san #ichimatsu #ichimatsu matchup #matchup #sorry that this took so long

[majorbitchwillgraham]

Murder Husbands waiting on the New Year fanfiction

Will looked outside the window of their hideout, a small apartment in the outskirts of town in which they had only planned to stay for a couple of weeks. It was a rainy night, fireworks exploding in the far distance and the weak sounds of music or screams coming from the few houses you could see in the landscape. It was the last night of the year.

Inside of the apartment the fireplace was lit, and on the table a bottle of wine and a full cup almost without any sip taken. The other cup was on the table next to the couch on which Hannibal was sitting.

He took the last sip from his cup and looked at Will almost sighing in mild exasperation, wishing he wasn’t so busy with that, so they could enjoy an evening free from anxiousness.

“I honestly don’t think that man recognized your face, Will. I have to tell you this is one of the times when it is more paranoia than being alert.”

“I am almost always right about my paranoia” Will turned to look at him over his shoulder.

“Trust me, then. I have the feeling that there is no danger for us, tonight. His glance towards you was merely a coincidence this time” he smiles reassuringly, doing a subtle nod with the head.

That makes Will finally relax and turn his whole body to him, and he blinks, that was charming.. Will now sits against the table.

“Do you want more wine?” He gestures with his eyes towards Hannibal’s empty cup.

“Yes, please”. Hannibal smirks.

Will takes the bottle and his own cup too, steps forward to kindly fill Hannibal’s cup again. His look says “thank you”, and Will could have continued to stare at him, but Hannibal takes his hand. Will smiles briefly at him and then sits next to him, quietly.

They have surpassed all the known limits to physicality between them many times by now, but seems like it hasn’t been going on enough time for them to get used to it yet. The beautiful and exciting first months as a couple. They both still can’t believe their love is reciprocated.

Hannibal can’t help but throw his arm around his shoulders as soon as he sits. Will lingers on his eyes for a little while, delighted at how his heart still pounds at this, although not making facial expressions at all.

“Cheers..” Will touches his cup with Hannibal’s, tilting his head a little while doing so. They drink from their cups and resume the staring.

“Does the new year bring… new beginnings to you?” Hannibal asks him. Will lets out a quiet laugh at this, like he is surprised at what he is about to say.

“I never really cared much about these.. celebrations, meaningful dates anyway but.. I don’t think anything will feel like a new beginning to me anymore. Compared to…” he looks down, thinking, you know what I am talking about…

Hannibal’s hand on Will’s shoulder now goes to caress and play with the hair behind his ear.

“It was also, a new beginning for me.” Hannibal states this, with one of those sweet earnest looks Will was never able to resist. One of those looks that only happen because of Will. Hannibal only says it briefly, but Will understands that face meant, it was the best thing to ever happen to me.

Will feels his heart squeeze at this, and gives one of his sweetest looks at him, a reassuring look, before saying: “It sure was for me too.”

Hannibal looks at him fondly as well, and next they stay in silence for a while, drinking the wine, and really just enjoying the silence, the calm, and the ever tranquilizing presence of each other.

“Who would have thought we would be able to begin a new year like this right? Without any tangible complications…” Will points out, with an amused expression on his face.

“We aren’t exactly careless but people like us certainly don’t get many opportunities to relax and almost lay off guard like this”

“Fate doesn’t want us dead. We’ve been so lucky haven’t we? Or, one could say.. favoured…” he drawls the last word.

“God has been favouring a pair of queer psychos, fancy that…” Hannibal raises an eyebrow playfully.

“There must be something really good about us, right?” Will says flirtatiously, his face getting closer to Hannibal’s for a moment.

“Indeed.” Hannibal smirks at him, looking down at his lips briefly. His fingers are gently caressing at Will’s neck now.

Will’s expression loosens when he feels this, he focuses on that touch, and realizes his own hands are not busy with anything at the moment. Hannibal notices this loss of focus, those eyes getting lost, and is quite pleased.

“But if you truly don’t find much meaning on celebrating this day as a holiday, I wonder how exactly you have thought we can spend this evening, given that we are not going to get drunk like every other person” he raises his eyebrows, teasingly, in that way in which he has fun pretending the other person’s intentions can be a step ahead of him.

“Oh I might have an idea or two…” Will replies sensually, his right hand sliding over Hannibal’s hip, then straight to grab his crotch and even give a small squeeze.

Hannibal’s face makes one of those small twitches, he smiles and looks down, because what he wasn’t actually expecting was Will to go directly for it. Not saying another word, his eyes fill with passion as he looks at Will, making him swallow, his breath hitching in arousal by now.

Will doesn’t move his hand, and stays still waiting while Hannibal’s other hand slides up Will’s neck, finally cupping his face as he captures his mouth. The kiss is quickly becoming desperate and their hands begin to rub over each other’s bodies, when Hannibal suddenly pulls away a little, like he has forgotten something, disconcerting Will.

“What..?” Will searches in Hannibal’s face, who is smiling almost only with his eyes.

“Happy New Year.” He replies, making Will laugh a little.

#hannigram #i wanted to post this yesterday but it takes me forever to check the grammar and mistakes...and english is not my 1st language lol #mine

[littlethingwithfeathers]

Writing Update: 11/19/19

Hi...

It’s... been awhile since I’ve done one of these. I felt sort of strange doing them when I wasn’t really on the warpath to writing anything new. Not to say I’m not being creative elsewhere... and that’s honestly the reason I’m not writing as much. I’ve fallen in with a theatre company and have been designing lights and choreographing fight scenes for them hand over fist for the last six months... and now we’re to the busy Christmas season. Nutcracker looms... and beyond that, there are more theatre productions to come. At least six more for me before the end of summer... And then there’s the new boyfriend. It’s been almost two months, but it still sends me reeling. And y’know... new relationships eat up your emotional energy. It’s not a bad thing, mind. It’s just facts. 

So... I’m just not writing much.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be coming out with a couple of new things before the end of the year. I knew Intercalation was going to wrap right before Thanksgiving so if I wanted anything to post during the holidays, I’d need to get it more or less finished before now. So... below is a list of the things that just wrapped up, along with what’s coming next.

Thank you as always to all my readers. You guys are the literal best. Hopefully, once I’m out on the other side of the holidays I’ll start writing again... but I have to say, as reasons for writer’s block go... I’ll take new boyfriend and awesome theatre.

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Intercalation: An HBO Chernobyl fic (Complete!)

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Valery/Boris/Ulana (and all iterations therein) CW: suicide, attempted suicide, gun violence, radiation-related illnesses and symptoms, blood, setting appropriate homophobia Excerpt:

Standing on the poisoned ground of Chernobyl, Boris and Ulana watch helplessly as the car drives away from the makeshift courthouse. They watch with their hearts in their throats and their stomachs in their shoes as the KGB drive away with their comrade in tow. Not "comrade" in the Party sense of the word. They'd perverted it. If telling a truth that potentially saved lives was punished like this, they'd perverted it. They perverted everything.

But what else was there to call it? They'd never dared name the strange shape that had formed around the three of them. Between them. Through them. A year in the crucible of Chernobyl had changed them inexorably, as the accident would change everything for kilometers around it and for years to come.

And now they were split asunder, just as cruelly as they had been fused together.

"Where are they taking him?" Ulana asks, staring up at Boris with wide, lost eyes. She looks shell-shocked. Horrified. I did this,her face says. I told him to tell the truth at all costs, and now he's going to pay. Just him. It should be me.

***

Coming soon!

But Most of All: A “Friendship is Unnecessary” fic set in the MCU

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Steve/Natasha CW: religion kink, brief discussion of Natasha/Bruce (Takes place during Age of Ultron)

Link to the AO3 page for “Friendship is Unnecessary” Excerpt:

"I really got you tonight." Natasha said, pillowing her head on his shoulder. "With the synonym thing."

"You did." he said, that old mischievous smile creeping into his features anew.

"I admit I'd forgotten you had been raised Catholic until it was about halfway out of my mouth."

"And now I can never go back to church because every time I go to confession I'm going to remember you said that and start laughing."

"You mean nothing in the canon of Catholic dogma made you giggle before?" Natasha arched an eyebrow.

"I mean… I never really thought about it?"

"Jesus, you're an innocent soul, Rogers." Natasha said, flopping onto her back for a moment. "All the whipping and the groveling around on the knees. It's some kinky shit from the outside, dude."

"Oh fuck me." Steve groaned, covering his face.

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Coming soon!

My Soul Longs for You: From the Hannibal “Ravage” anthology

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Hannibal/Will CW: Hannibal being Hannibal, I guess? :) Excerpt:

"Please Will," Hannibal said. "Your fever from the last infection only just broke yesterday. Where are you going?"

"I didn't get to all the traps the last time I was out. There's a storm coming and if I don't go collect them, I'll have to make new ones," he answered crisply, clearly annoyed at having to explain himself like a child.

Hannibal looked outside, and sure enough the summer sky had begun to darken. The sun still shone for now, but the trees were deadly still, without even a suggestion of a breeze to make the grass wave.

"And if you get caught out in the storm?" Hannibal asked, turning back from the window. "Is making more such a chore? Besides, we have plenty-"

"I have to get the traps in, Hannibal," Will snapped. "We will run out of fresh meat otherwise, and I don't-" He cut himself off before the words slipped past his teeth, but it was too late. The implication was already there and it lit the fuse of the tension that had been building for weeks.

Hannibal went frightfully still. The air turned thick, as if lightning were about to strike. "Say it," he said, his voice a soft but deadly sound. Brittle and treacherous like cracking ice.

"I didn't-"

"Say it."

Will licked his lips, a fresh sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin as his fever spiked along with his shame. "I don't want you going down to town for it."

***

#writing #my writing #writing update #hbo chernobyl #mcu #hannibal #hbo chernobyl fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram #steve/natasha #romanogers #romanogers fic #valorana #the irradiated trio

[alipiee]

Ali, I am looking for new fanfictions, can you suggest some of your favourites? Victuuri And Otayuri I love them both! Thank you! ❤️

Oh gosh strap in, I have read far too many so this list might end up being kinda long! I don’t read Otayuri but I have a lot of Victuuri to throw your way buddy

(Under the cut)

Kintsugi by @witchsbane 114k (wip)

Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.

When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.

ok but this is honestly my favourite yoi fic of all time!! The writing is so amazing and you get immersed straight away bc its so vivid and descriptive!! The plot is i n c r e d i b l e, I always seem to come back and reread it because its just as amazing the second (and third) time around. I literally can’t recommend it enough!!

empty spaces between stars by @victuuriplease 124k (wip)

Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor’s sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…

!!!!! This is fantastic !!!! I’m such a sucker for fake dating marriage fics, and this might be the best one I’ve ever read! The fluff is wonderful and balances out the angst and pining and just!! I love it a lot!! 

The Boyfriend Experience by @victorsporosya 240k (wip)

Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.

Ok but this fic also owns my life, Adele’s writing is so beautiful and even when you’re crying from the angst, you still feel blessed to be reading it! You can tell how much thought has been put into every sentence and it deserves all of the love and appreciation

Kings in Couture by @forovnix 15k (wip)

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands—“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”

The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.

Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”

This fic is a blessing tbh, it’s so witty and fun to read and two chapters of pure gold

hey stranger (don’t i look familiar to you) by @forovnix 4k 

It’s not that Yuuri is a nosy person. To be fair, he thinks anyone would wonder about the person they’ve been sharing a space with for the better part of a year.

Or, Yuuri is a part-time professor who shares an office with someone who writes themselves too many post-it notes. There are a lot of facts to process, and Yuuri’s got a lot of assumptions.

This is so heckin cute!! Had me smiling all the way through!! Once again Justine has blessed us with her lovely writing

not gold like in your dreams by @ebenroot 87k (complete)

“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”

“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.

“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”

–

in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret

A penelope au was definitely needed and this was amazing! Honestly I prefer this fic to the film its just so soft and cute!! I’m weak for it and the last chapter made me cry so much idk how many times I’ve reread it at this point but I kinda wanna read it again now 

never tasted rubies by @ebenroot 16k

Phichit puts up a poll on the radio website. It reads ‘What Do U Think About Yuuri K. from Hasetsu Nights and the Mysterious Caller Victor?’

Seventy-five percent of listeners said ‘lol they should just f*ck already tbh’.

–

in which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won’t stop calling in to chat with him

My heart was so full while reading this, it was so funny and cute and perfect!

seek those who fan your flames by @ebenroot 48k (wip)

Yuuri gets hand-delivered a black-print T-shirt by one of his bodyguards on Friday. There’s a small sticky note attached to the collar in Victor’s handwriting that reads: ‘Our new band shirt! Logo is still a work in progress. Name too. But it’s a start! Let me know what you think after school. - Victor’

There’s a heart next to his name that is hastily scribbled out. Then another heart next to that one, like Victor decided to put it in anyways.

Yuuri thinks he’s in love.

–

in which Yuuri is a teenager that’s actually a prince, and Victor is a teenager with a band that just wants to listen to rock music with him

I had a mighty need for a princess diaries au and this is wonderful!! Victor is such a sweetheart in this and its all just so wonderful and warm! 

turn it, leave it, stop, format it by @ebenroot 19k

“If you want, I can recommend you some security programs that you can download for free and protect your computer. That way, you won’t be at risk of losing these cute photos of your dog even when you browse websites like ‘Luscious Lonely Wives’.”

Victor gives one long ‘haa’. “I don’t browse those websites,” he says through his straining smile.

–

the ‘i will break any and all electronic devices that get into my hands if it means I get to talk to the cute tech support guy’ fic

This fic had me l i v i n g, it was so funny and cute and fluffy!!

The Rules For Lovers by @adreamingsongbird​ 323k (complete)

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…

That’s a long story.

This is so i n t e n s e! The fluff and humour is so perfect and Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is so perfect (and although the angst is painful as heck), its perfect! The plot is amazinggg and every update had me shook! It belongs in a bookstore to be honest, its so so so incredible!

to sweep me off my feet by @adreamingsongbird​ 33k

Yuuri went to school in America to get a good, stable job—no, really, Mom, he meant to, he swears! And journalism was promising! It was really good! Until supervillains started appearing and then a (rather attractive) superhero showed up too, and, well…

This is his life, these are his choices, and it’s absolutely unfair that he has to have the office across from someone as hot as Viktor Nikiforov.

The cutest superhero au, with the cutest art, and cutest plot!!

But Monsters Are Always Hungry, Darling by @orchids-and-fictional-cities​ and art by @iruutciv​ 61k (wip)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con 

“You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours. So, you kiss him, and he doesn’t move, he doesn’t pull away, and you keep on kissing him. And he hasn’t moved, he’s frozen, and you’ve kissed him, and he’ll never forgive you, and maybe now he’ll leave you alone.”

A brutal murder on Christmas Eve abruptly pulls one Detective Nikiforov out of a holiday he was just starting to tolerate, and forces him to come to terms with demons he’s been pretending not to see. On that same night, a man walks into a bar and waltzes into his life, lighting a spark that grows into a monster of its own.

Wow. This fic is so incredibly well-written and the plot thickens with each chapter, I’m so excited every time it updates honestly!! As if the writing wasn’t descriptive enough, there’s also equally beautiful art for every chapter and together its just amazing!

Confidential Information by @iwritebetterthanispeak​ 77k (wip)

Yuuri never imagined that being able to figure skate would be useful for his job at Interpol. He was very, very wrong.

Viktor Nikiforov, as a famous athlete popular in the public eye, has received threats before. There are very few he takes seriously. However, as more secrets are uncovered and nothing is as it appears, the stakes rise until it becomes clear that there may not be a way to save him this time.

I’m finally getting around to reading this and!! Addy is back with her amazing writing and I can’t wait to catch up!

If Perfect’s What You’re Searching For, Then Just Stay the Same by @iwritebetterthanispeak​ 6k

Yuuri took a deep breath, and faced the starstruck barista. “I am sorry, my Russian is very bad,” he said tentatively, shoulders hunching slightly. “Do you want me to repeat?”

“N-no, sorry, sir,” the barista said. She blushed and brushed her hair behind one ear. “I’ll get that for you right away!” She stepped away from the counter and called in fast-paced Russian, “Dmitri, come here! The most beautiful man in the world is back!”

Viktor’s smile grew. The employees of the coffee shop weren’t being cruel or making fun of Yuuri’s accent, they were enchanted with him. Viktor could sympathize, his fiancé was very enchanting.

And then he noticed that Yuuri was curled in on himself, eyes lowered and arms wrapped around his chest.

[In which Viktor realizes that Yuuri is a somewhat unreliable narrator]

Well this was just so cute, thank u addy for blessing my life once again

Love Letters by @shslshortie   44k (wip)

Ever since he was young, Yuuri Katsuki had always admired Victor Nikiforov. He was the one who had inspired him to start skating. He had pictures and posters of him all over his room — and Victor was his idol.

Like any fan of an idol, Yuuri loved to send Victor fanmail. Of course, he could never bring himself to sign it as anything other than “Your Secret Fan”, but it still made his heart come alive to write about his love for the silver-haired skater

This is one of those fics that you just can’t put down, I was reading it during all my free periods at college and its the cutest! Also all of the letters are drawn and in the body of text, so it adds so much more to it, its so wonderful!

starstruck by @haikuyus​ 167k (complete)

“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.

“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.

(in which yuuri is a barista-turned-babysitter, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)

so i developed a love for kid fics, and this was the first one I read, its sooooo good! Yuri is so precious and Yuuri is so precious and Viktor is so precious and just,,, theyre all so precious!

Lessons in Love by @fangirlandiknowit101​ 113k (wip)

All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do.

He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too.

(He didn’t expect to fall in love.)

This fic has me so weak, its the softest thing ever! Yuri is the cutest, and Viktor is the best dad and Yuuri is just the best tbh, I have a lot of love for this!!

on growing; by @crossroadswrite​ 125k (wip)

Yuri Plisetsky glares at him with all the righteousness five year olds possess, and says in heavily accented and clumsy English. “Be more gooder, stupid!”

And then he storms out in a sweep of blond hair and blue and red lights from his Sketchers.

(Or: in which everything is the same but Yuri Plisetsky is Victor’s bratty five-year-old child.)

This fic cleared my skin and watered my crops, its so fluffy and each chapter is a blessing

sweet like love (soft like pain) by @postingpebbles​ 10k (wip)

Loving Yuuri was a choice that Viktor never regretted making. His smile, his laughter, the way his lips felt against his own—nothing could make him happier than having Yuuri in his arms.

But when the entire world has no idea that rivals Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are in a relationship, Viktor can’t do anything at all when Yuuri gets in an accident and is rushed to the hospital the day after he proposes in a hotel room in Nagano.

I love ollie and she loves hurting my heart apparently, this is such a wonderful fic and I can’t wait for her to bless us even more with her writing

The Selection by @gallopingmonroe-blog​ 262k (wip)

Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply.

He never thought he’d be Selected.

When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.

!!! This fic is so beautiful !!! Yuuri and Viktor’s relationship is so cute, and Yuuri’s friendship with Yuri and Phichit and all of the others is so cute, and the entirety of the fic is so cute!!

a black heart of gold by @katzuyas​ and beautiful art by @lamenart​ and @iruutciv​ 67k (complete)

Victor Nikiforov, aka Grand Prix, knows that he’s Yakov’s most skilled hitman. That’s just a fact and he isn’t in the habit of arguing with facts.He also knows that he’s the only one Yakov trusts, period. In this case though, he’s the only one Yakov can rely on to take care of the elusive sniper Eros, who kills Yakov’s henchmen left and right.What Victor doesn’t know, however, is that Eros’ little vendetta is not a matter of coincidence, but pure premeditation, and thus… he falls into a trap that a rookie like Little Fairy could see from a mile away.He falls in lust.And then in love.The fool.

This fic is so intense and so descriptive and playful and just! Amazing honestly!!

November’s Secret by @lanaberryrawr​ 233k (complete)

Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it’s you, then it’s less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona.

But it works a little too well.

Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he’s been loosely basing his new persona on for years.

This was such a cool and original concept for a fic and oh my godddd it was incredible!! Definitely one of the best I’ve read!! 

Gunned Down Butterflies by @lanaberryrawr​ 207k (wip)

Everyone’s lives revolve around two names - the name of an enemy, and the name of a soulmate, both tattooed on their wrists.

But for Yuuri, his fated soulmate and enemy are the same person. One name tattoed on his skin.

After years of believing it meant only unhappiness and pain, he begins to bandage them up and hide them from the world. He even begins to forget about them - until he meets a new client in need of a guard against the Russian mafia.

Nothing can hide him from fate - not bandaging the names, not forgetting about them, not even moving on without them. The owner of the name on his skin will find him eventually.

Okay but the amount of cliffhangers in this fic is amazing, it’s so good and I love it!! It’s such a cool take on a soulmate au!! I can’t wait for the next few chapters :D

Behind these Locked Doors by @axlaida​ 79k (wip)

“I will find a way out of here,” Yuuri stated firmly and Victor’s expression never faltered. His face was stone cold – frozen like ice. “I know it may take a while… but I have to try.”Victor let out a breath, shaking his head as he smiled. “I said the exact same thing when I arrived.”

They were trapped with no way out. And all that stood between them and their escape was a door - locked and impossible to escape from. But Yuuri had hope. He would escape this, whether the man wanted them to or not.

This is such an amazing mystery fic! I literally sit and think about it someimes at night, trying to work it all out lol, its so good!!

learn to love the skies I’m under by @linneakou 37k

The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Katsuki Yuuri disappears without a trace.

The day after the Sochi GPF banquet, Viktor Nikiforov finds a stray poodle and takes it home with him.

These two events are, oddly enough, connected.

I never knew I needed a fic where Yuuri turned into a dog and lived with Viktor a while, but this fic changed my life tbh, its so good!

Call you by name by @linneakou 13k

Drunk, depressed, and lonely, Viktor Nikiforov makes a wish that has unforeseen consequences for himself and many people around him.

(an alternate take on the premise of learn to love the skies I’m under)

This version is also incredible!! I love them both a lot!!

Puppy Love by @phyona​ 10k

When Yuuri gets turned into a dog, the last place he expects to end up is Victor Nikiforov’s apartment. He learns quickly that the only thing worse than being his idol’s pet, is watching him pine for someone else.

Oh man,,,,this fic you guys, I love it so much! The angst oh my gosh, its such an amazing story! 

Green Light by @gia-comeatme​ 21k (complete)

Chris knows what Viktor looks like when he has a crush, and he is 100% sure that Viktor Nikiforov has a crush on his pole dancing classmate, Yuuri Katsuki.

What he doesn’t know is why Viktor hasn’t gotten off his ass and gone for him already.

As a good friend, Chris is obligated to help Viktor out a little bit.

(And that’s where everything goes to shit.)

Red Light by @gia-comeatme​ 30k (wip)

Chris has had many lovers in the years that Viktor has known him. However, none of them can even compare to Chris’ newest boyfriend.

Viktor knows it’s wrong, but he falls in love with Yuuri Katsuki anyway.

Both of these fics were sooo good oh my god! I have a weakness for misunderstandings and angst with a happy ending, so like these were right up my street and they were amazingggg

Dr. Shiny and the Case of the Beautiful Man by @etherealalchemist​ 6k

There are about five things that Victor, in this very moment, is absolutely sure of.

1. The spawns of satan are here2. they are not accompanied by their angel of a mother3. they are with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen4. his scrubs are wet from where he’d dropped water on himself5. and Victor is very, very gay.

Emphasis on point five, with a side of cupid’s arrow and “ba-dum ba-dum” on a plate.

Because he is Very Gay, and not only is he Very Gay but he is also Hopelessly Attracted to a man who is undoubtedly Very Straight and very Unavailable and is perhaps the Most Beautiful Man Victor has ever seen.

—

in which Victor is a doctor, Yuuri is a godfather, and Yuri just wants some peace and quiet and a larger stash of lollipops.

This was so sweet and funny! I had to take a second while I was reading it from laughing so much honestly!

We Two Boys 11k (wip)

Yuuri talks about his crush on Victor Nikiforov while recording an episode of his and Phichit’s podcast We Two Boys. It’s not a big deal until it Becomes A Big Deal.

An ocean away, Victor falls in luv.

this is so funny omg, I love Phichit and Yuuri’s friendship so much

turntables by @vitavitali​ 4k

It happens approximately one week after Yuuri’s disastrous performance in Sochi.

Viktor Nikiforov @v-nikiforovI wish I could date pretty black haired boys who dance well.

“Ooh, the candidates are already flooding in!” Phichit says with an amused grin.

“Candidates?” Yuuri asks and Phichit helps Yuuri scroll down to read the replies. Most of them are variants of “date me!” with pictures attached. It’s all very interesting.

“You should send one too!” Phichit says and Yuuri doesn’t even bother answering him. “Look, I’ll send one if you send one. It’ll be fun!”

Oh my gosh I remember reading this so long ago, and I found it again a few days ago and I still love it so much

posterboy by @vitavitali​ 1.5k

“I’m going to kill whoever who did this,” Yuuri assured the poster. “I’m going to kill them for you. Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to murder anyone who thought it was a good idea to harm you. They’ll die screaming.”

“What?” came the poster’s startled reply.

“What?” Yuuri parroted back, because posters weren’t supposed to talk, especially not in Viktor Nikiforov’s melodious Russian accented voice.

This is iconique honestly, theyre both so cute!

Rainy Days by  @vitavitali​ 5k

Director’s List Viktor Nikiforov falls in love with bad boy transfer student Katsuki Yuuri. What happens next will warm your heart.

So I kind of binged this authors fics and this one is also amazing!!

There’s still so many fics I want to recommend but I’ve spent like 2 hours on this list and I don’t want it to get too long, so these are the ones that sprang to mind,  happy reading!

#weirdlisettola #yoi #fic rec #yikes this got long #i started this at like eight o clock #and now its half ten #oops #i should have been doing my biology but i wanna spread the love! #everyone is so talented and amazing #<3

[frostcryptid]

Subtlety and Care

Before anything, there is mentions of animal abuse in this story. For @wolvesamongstdeer, my Hannibal Holiday Giftee. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you ❤❤ Thank you to @hannibalholiday for organizing this event as well!!

—-

Will hummed along with the Christmas music playing as he decorated the tree. Hannibal was in the kitchen baking some cookies to be shared by the fire after dinner. It’s the most domestic they’ve been since the Fall. He lowered his hand from hanging the next ornament with a sad smile.

Why was murder always the solution between them? It had been Garret Jacob Hobbs first. That kill was the one that started him on the path that led to where he was now. Matthew Brown followed; he didn’t actually die due to Jack coming to the rescue, but to be fair he did attempt to kill Hannibal on Will’s word. Abel Gideon’s death was both to prove a point and to punish Frederick.

The Great Red Dragon was their most recent kill together.

Hannibal was always disappointed when Will refused to go out with him, but Francis Dolarhyde was a life or death situation. Anyone else now would just be murder, even though Hannibal was careful to only pick out other criminals who escaped the broken system

“Be safe,” Will always tells him when he leaves.

“Will do,” is always the reply. Will can’t figure out if that’s supposed to be a pun or if it’s just Hannibal confirming he will do as Will asked.

Hands moved up to rest upon Will’s hips from behind, and he couldn’t help but relax. His husband was always there to help him when he couldn’t do it himself. Hannibal’s gentlest touches were the easiest way to do so.

“Will, are you finished?” Hannibal was talking about the tree, but it was plain to see that it was still a little bare. Folding his hand over Will’s brought him pleasure as Hannibal helped hang the ornament still dangling between the other’s fingers. “Take a break.” A shiver ran through Will as the words were whispered into his ear. “Come with me?”

Will know what he meant. God, did he know. His irritation grew more every time he told Hannibal no, but the tightness in his chest tonight was new. It was worse than anything he’d felt before in his life. It may have been why his next response came as a surprise to the both of them.

“Yes.”

What better way to get into the holiday spirit than to grant Hannibal the one thing he’d been craving the most: Will by his side, killing their target beautifully and making the kill a work of art.

“I pick who,” Will stated. There’d be no negotiations on that. Either Will chose or Hannibal would be on his own, and back to square one trying to convince Will.

Instead of answering, Hannibal pulled his partner into a deep kiss. Only after they were both flushed and left wanting did Hannibal pull away. He planned for much more after they killed together.

“Take time to finish decorating, as long as you need. I’ll finish up in the kitchen as you do so, dear Will. Come find me afterwards.” No more needed to be said as he left for the kitchen.

Will definitely needed a breather. What better way than doing as Hannibal said? He dug through the box to find more bulbs for the tree. The tinsel was already in place and some bulbs along with other knick knacks were carefully hung. As he worked, more thoughts about who they would make into art came about. Will remembered an article in the newspaper that day about someone abusing animals, especially the breeds with a bad name. He hoped Hannibal hadn’t thrown it away.

When it was all settled, Will found the other in the kitchen where he said he’d be. Their eyes met.

“Brie O’Malley,” Will said.

A feral grin spread across Hannibal’s lips. They were always on the same page about everything. Why did Will think he needed an explanation for this?

“Wonderful. When and how?” Hannibal asked. That was the question, wasn’t it? A very loaded one too.

Hannibal knew what Will felt during kills but he himself couldn’t let it go. They had connected more than ever when they killed the Great Red Dragon as a team. As one.

The thought of another shared kill made Hannibal shiver in anticipation. More of his sweet Will killing was one thing, but him actively liking it enough to keep doing it alongside Hannibal was something else entirely. The person hurting those innocent animals would be one of the last steps to Will becoming his true self. He’d been denying it for quite some time.

“Tonight, with one of your cooking knives?” Will asked. He was flattered that Hannibal was allowing him such freedoms but he’d let Hannibal take the lead while he could. After this, he knew the other man would cease letting him go back into his shell.

What was it Hannibal had said before? Don’t retreat. Well, Will was finally done with retreating. One thing would always lead to another in some way, as long as Hannibal had a say.

“He deserves less than nothing,” Will said, more to himself than to Hannibal. “After what he did, I won’t allow him to come into this house.”

Hannibal watched him with dark eyes. “Please, choose a knife that feels right to you. I shall do the same. We’ll grab our coats afterwards and head into the heart of the city.” Hannibal’s grin widened as Will’s fingers danced along the handles, before settling on one of the knives. “Shall we bring Brahms?”

Brahms, a Dalmatian, was always excited to be with his humans and always managed to make Will smile with his goofiness. Hannibal had also been teaching him to attack and defend should the occasion arise that neither of them were suited to do so themselves. The sound of his name had the dog lifting his head in their direction, his tail thumping gently on the floor. The sound echoed throughout the mostly quiet house.

Will clicked his tongue and the dog jumped from his bed to sit proudly next to his human. A nice ear scratch later, the three of them were off. Hannibal wrapped an arm around Will’s waist and let Will lean against him while the other hand held onto Brahms’ leash. The Dalmatian was well behaved for being so young, but that was Will’s doing of correcting bad behavior and giving treats for good behavior. Hannibal was always impressed with how naturally the animals obeyed him.

It was a quiet evening as the two strolled the streets like an old married couple. The thought had Will chuckling and clinging tighter to Hannibal. Will couldn’t think of anything else better on his finger than Hannibal’s ring. He sighed happily as they settled on a park bench together, to await their prey. After sitting for a moment, he kissed the man on the cheek.

“This is really nice, Hannibal.”

“It’s about to get better, Will.”

Both their eyes followed movements of an individual who was approaching. Brahms perked up from where he’d been laying to growl low. Will gave a sharp whistle to Brahms, making him stop growling but not stopping him from tracking the stranger’s movements.

“What a well behaved little thing. Do you mind if I pet him?” As the man reached down, the two recognized him as the one they were looking for. The Dalmatian gave another low growl, and Hannibal pulled him away to give the two some space.

“He’s not friendly with strangers. I apologize, Mister…”

“O’Malley. Brie O’Malley.” Brie supplied all too happily. “I help animals you see. Train the viciousness right out of them and they come home perfectly behaved. None of this ‘stranger danger’ nonsense everyone keeps talking about with their animals. I’ve provided a way to help with that though.”

“Would you be able to show me? Right now?” Will could be forward when he had to be. As of this moment, it’s exactly how he needed to be with this horrid person. Brie nodded a little too eagerly, and led him around the corner to his own home.

Brahms turned to see his human missing along with the stranger. He barked as he tugged Hannibal with all his might. Snow started falling and it just made the Dalmatian work faster to find Will, despite Hannibal’s strength and his refusal to be pulled. Hannibal took his time to enjoy watching the snowflakes fall.

They eventually came to an apartment complex with the main door left open. Hannibal noted that the lock had been blocked, and felt a swell of pride at Will’s forward thinking. Hannibal had no need to actively search for their target as Brahms was doing a good job leading based on Will’s scent.

Their final destination was closed to them. The door was locked and they could hear what they assumed to be a fight. Hannibal reached down to pet Brahms, and then unhooked the leash from his collar.

Will was just on the other side of the door, fighting to keep the whip from being struck again him or the poor dog chained to the radiator under the window. He threw Brie against the kitchen counter, and pinned the man’s arms above his head. Brie anticipated the move and knocked his head against Will’s own.

Will hit the ground and struggled to get back up, still conscious enough to see Brie coming at him. Brie was wrapping the whip around his hand, preparing to strangle Will. The man’s dark, dark eyes only had murder and admiration in them. They made Will’s skin crawl.

“Of course you already knew. The knife, the same darkness in you… I could tell, you know? It was easy. That’s why I chose you over the other one. I knew he could take me down without blinking, but you? You struggle and rebel at the thought of murder.” Brie circled Will, and Will matched the movements step for step.

“He’s not the one you should worry about.”

Brahms leapt down from the small window above the doorway. He tackled Brie to the ground, getting the man’s throat between his jaws.

“You should worry more about what my dog is gonna do,” Will rose his eyebrows at him.

At any sudden motions, Brahms would have Brie dead. Will wasn’t too worried when he unlocked the door. Hannibal was standing there with a wicked smile, the leash folded nicely in his grip.

“He’s mine,” Will demanded. The only answer he got was a nod to go along with the smile. Hannibal entered and closed the door behind himself as Will went back to the kitchen, finding his knife.

He spoke to Brie softly but not without hate, kneeling over him. “I’m going to cut you into tiny pieces. That’s only after I tear your back to shreds using the whip you’ve used on countless animals, and the other various tools you kindly showed to me.” He stood but not before forcing the knife through Brie’s thigh. The man let out a strangled noise, his windpipe damaged from the dog’s bite.

“Get Brahms and the other dog out of here. I’ll be done in an hour.”

Hannibal did as he asked, only after kissing the blood from Will’s face. Hannibal took his time walking the dogs home. He attached the leash to the German Shepherd they’d found in the apartment, trusting Brahms to walk by his side. Only after he fed and watered the new dog did he leave again, taking the car back to the apartment complex. When he was satisfied that the job was done, Hannibal got out of the car and went to into apartment.

Will was still there, staring down at the blood on what was left of the man, his stormy eyes transfixed. The man’s body had been broken and bent and shoved into the corner beside the radiator, mimicking a sitting dog. The whip was around his neck, keeping his body tied there like all the dogs he’d mistreated.

“Come back to me, Will.” Hannibal wound his arms around Will from behind, licking his neck free of blood. He interlaced their fingers to help ground Will.

“Where would I go?” A squeeze was given in reply.

“Nowhere now that we’re together,” Hannibal supposed. This kill hadn’t been together like originally planned. It was better. Will overcame what he’d been afraid for some time now, and that outshined Hannibal’s lingering guilt for forcing him to kill alone.

“It feels good.” It felt good to God too, Hannibal had once told him. Neither of them decided to bring that up again.

Hannibal’s Christmas wish had come true and, secretly, so had Will’s. Hannibal wanted Will to stop denying himself and Will just wanted to feel whole again.

Killing, he was certain of now, was part of them both.

Hannibal licked more blood from his neck, savoring the metallic tang of blood mingled with the natural musk of Will’s skin. Will could feel Hannibal’s excitement, but he would put his foot down on doing anything next to a corpse.

“We’re done here.”

“Let’s get you home, then. You’ve had a long day.”

After all, they still had two dogs to take care of as well as Will’s own injuries in the struggle with Brie. Neither worried though, since they both knew Hannibal would take gentle care of him.

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[isrustandstardust]

Are you young at heart, or an old soul?

A very old soul.

What makes someone a best friend?

Complicity.

What Christmas present do you remember the most?

A huge crocodile plush.

Tell me about a movie/song/tv show/play/book that has changed your life.

Slaughterhouse n.5 - Kurt Vonnegut. I have it tattooed on me.

Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike.

I like my hands, skinny and long and my lips, are full and well shaped.

I don’t like my stomach because of my fucking protruding ribs.

Would you like to reconnect with any friends you’ve lost contact with?

I’d love to have a reunion with my uni classmates.

What’s more important in a relationship: physical attraction or emotional connection?

Both.

Name a movie that you knew would be terrible just from reading the title.

I don’t judge a movie by the title but I know for a fact that every Baz Luhrmann’s movie will suck.

What holiday do you most look forward to?

Christmas!

How is the relationship between you and your parents?

I don’t speak with my mother since the summer of 2018. I see my dad every two/three months.

You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on?

Top crime.

Name a song that never fails to make you happy.

Do you realize - The Flaming Lips.

You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him.

He was a childish fuck. Tried to hookup with me right in front of his gf.

If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be?

Iceland.

Can money buy happiness?

It cannot make it worse.

Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not?

I almost don’t drink anymore because I don’t feel like it, I smoke because Ilike it, I don’t do drugs because it’s stupid.

Is there anyone close to you that you know you can’t trust? You don’t have to give names.

Sure is.

Where was your favorite place to go when you were a little kid?

My bedroom. XD

Have you ever spent a night in the hospital?

More than I’d like to remember.

Do you enjoy being with only one or two friends, or with a large group of people?

I hate large groups of people. Too tiring.

Do you like the type of music your parents listen to? Do your parents like the type of music you listen to?

No, not at all.

Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever bullied anyone else?

I’ve been bullied, a lot. Never bullied anyone tho.

If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Idk, I’m not that into food. Red meat maybe?

If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship?

Hell no. Sexual intimacy is important in a relationship.

Do you believe in a god?

Lol no, I’m not stupid.

Of all the social networks in the world, why use Tumblr?

I’m a nostalgic person, what can I say.

What’s your favorite Tumblr tag to track?

Goth aesthetic.

Would you call yourself/your family “middle class?”

No, we were utterly broke XD

Name a TV series you didn’t enjoy until after it ended.

All of them, I watch them after all the hype is gone.

Have you ever bought a product from an infomercial?

Nope.

If you could give up your car and never have to drive again, would you?

No way.

If you go back to one point in time to give advice to yourself, when would you go and what would you say?

Run like hell.

What’s your “quirkiest” habit?

I only have quirk habits.

What is “normal?” Are you normal?

Normal is boring, I’m not normal luckily, never been.

Someone close to you is dying. You have the choice to let this person live for 10 more years, but if you do, you cause the death of 10 strangers. You don’t have to see them die. Do you take the offer?

In a skip second. Sorry guys.

What is one thing you could never forgive?

Lies.

Would you rather be in a relationship after the honeymoon period ends, or be single?

Real relationships start after the honeymoon period.

Is it possible for guys and girls to be just friends?

Of course.

Where do you and your friends go to hang out?

Each others homes, rock clubs.

Write the first paragraph of your obituary.

See you down there bitches.

What is the best TV theme song ever?

Hannibal’s.

When you were young, what would you dream you would be when you grew up?

A pathologist. I was morbid even as a child.

When you’re alone in your own home, do you walk around naked?

No, I have way too many windows.

What gets you out of bed in the morning?

My projects, my husband.

Do you want to have more friends than you have right now?

No, I’m actually ok.

What part of the past year sticks out in your mind?

The ‘one illustration a day’ I did during the lockdown.

You win a scratch-off lottery game that gives you $2000 a week (after taxes) for the rest of your life. Do you keep your job?

Yes, I love to make art. Illustrations, videos, photos and music alike.

Could you be in a long-distance relationship? If you’re in one, what makes yours work?

I’m not into LDR, I like to have my man with me and share the daily things.

What’s the best route to your heart?

My mind and my fantasy, it’s a twisted route.

Have you ever met someone through the internet, then met them in real life?

Yup, and dated them for 4 years.

What is your favorite sport?

Cycling.

What has been troubling you lately?

My body not reacting well the few times that I feed him.

What do you use more often: your intuition or logical reasoning?

Intuition first, logic after. Usually my intuitions are right.

Do you know what makes you happy?

A few, precise things. Art, love, freedom.

Tell me about the last book you read.

I read a criminology book. So fascinating!

What is the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given?

‘Nothing last in your hands’.

Who was your first crush?

A kid from my class back in kindergarten I think.

Do you believe that there is life on other planets?

Yes, I’d love to find Turians somewhere!

Predict what your life will look like a year from now.

Home renovated, my main and secret project on the run, a Rottweiler, a Sphynx and a bike!

Often, people will ask how your last relationship ended. I want to know how it began.

We just looked at each other and BAM. Thunderbolt.

Where is your favorite place to go out and eat?

The sushi place we own.

What is something you want to change about your current situation?

We are waiting for a decent sum of money to arrive.

Early bird or night owl?

Night snake :3

Are there any childhood possessions you still hold on to?

No, not a single one.

Give me an unpopular opinion you have.

Harry Potter is overrated and actually poorly written.

What was the last song that was stuck in your head?

A song from an old Baraofetida’s album a friend made me listen.

Where do you live? Be as general or specific as you want.

Somewhere between Pisa and Lucca, Tuscany.

Do you believe in giving kids medals and trophies for participation?

No, you raise a lot of unique special goddamn snowflakes that way. Yuck.

What was the longest car ride you’ve ever taken?

9 hrs straight.

Have you ever taken part in a protest?

No, not that I recall.

Would you ever use an online dating service?

Nope, lame!

What is your ethnic heritage?

I’m an Italian girl who doesn’t looks Italian at all.

Describe a person that inspires you.

An amazing woman, photographer, videomaker and musician.

Love her work.

If you earn minimum wage doing what you love, would you?

Sure.

Do you believe in luck?

Kinda, I believe in karma more.

Describe the last time you were very angry at someone.

It’s been a while, maybe it was last year when I was really mad at a colleague of mine.

Do you want to live until you’re 100?

Oh god, no.

Do people change? If so, how do you keep a relationship together when both of you start to change?

Will power and hard work.

Have you ever risked a friendship by telling someone you liked them?

I’ve never liked a friend.

Would you rather be alone doing something you enjoy, or doing something you don’t like with your best friends?

I’d rather be alone. In general XD

Do you practice what you preach?

I do my best.

What do you value more in a significant other: Attractiveness or intelligence?

Intelligence, I have no use for a pretty empty box.

Are you hard-headed?

A lot.

Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate?

A couple of times, yeah.

When have you felt most alive?

When I almost died.

Would you prefer to live? A city? The suburbs? The countryside? The mountains?

By the lake.

Do you often skip breakfast?

I always skip breakfast.

How do you know what true love is?

You just know, it strucks you and leaves you almost dead.

Would you want to know the exact date and time you were going to die?

Yes, I don’t like surprises.

Where is “home” for you?

Nowhere, I don’t know what home feels like.

Do you want to be perfect?

I’d love to.

What have you never tried, but would really like to someday? What’s holding you back?

Doing underwater photography and money, of course.

How do you express your creativity?

I draw, I carve wood and bones, I decorate hats, do sculptures, I create and edit videos and do music.

Describe your neighborhood.

A little Tuscan town.

Name something you only liked because it was popular.

Never liked popular things.

Give me the story of your life in six words.

Then she knew she fucked up.

[huntertales]

Part One: I Could Just Eat You Up. (My Bloody Valentine S05E14)

Episode Summary: Castiel helps Sam, Dean and the reader hunt down Cupid on Valentine’s Day after people begin killing each other for love. But things become worse when each of them starts to be consumed with their own lust for hunger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,605.

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Valentine’s Day; the holiday you hated most of all. Boyfriends stressed over what to get their significant others while girlfriends pretended to be happy with the store bought flowers and some stuffed animal with “I love you” written on some oversize heart. You always spent it locked away in your motel room with a box of your favorite candy and some rom com you found on cable while channel surfing. There had been some years where you were gloomy at the idea of being single. Back in the day Dean was always giddy about it. Single women crying into their drinks at the bar, begging for some guy to take them home to feel just a little bit loved. Sam usually stuck around with you to share the grief of being permanently single. But there had been a few years where he decided to go to the bars and see for himself. All of you would admit you’ve done things in the past to show that you were interested in someone cute. Not to mention, the crazy things you’ve done for one another. But you might have found someone that topped your behavior.

 “If you’d only be my valentine.” You read off the saying from a cute little romantic card with a fat baby Cupid on the front. Someone went out of their way to stick it on the fridge with a magnet to complete the festive theme. What was causing you to look at the seemingly innocent card with a bit of a perplexed expression was the smudges of blood on the edges of the paper. You felt sick to your stomach at the reason why you and Sam were here at the victim’s house. A few days before the holiday of love you had read about a couple who went on a seemingly innocent date. Only it ended with the both of them literally eating each other to death until they just stopped. You shuddered at the thought of having all those old women pinching your cheek and saying how cute you were. And how they could just eat you right up…

 "So," You stepped away from the card and faced the victim's friend, who had  been kind enough to let you into the apartment. She was packing up a few of her friend's belongings into boxes and telling you what she knew about everything that went down. But from the disturbed look on her face, even she didn't know what happened. "You were the one who found the bodies?"

 “There was blood everywhere, and...other stuff.” Alice’s roommate recalled the tragic event as she walked over to the fireplace, taking down a few photographs of the two of them and walking over to the box she had on the coffee table. “I think Alice was already dead.”

 “And Russell wasn’t?” Sam presumed, wondering what the woman meant by that.

 “I think he was, mostly, except...he was still sort of...chewing a little.” She admitted ever so slowly, as just trying to tell the memory with words was painfully disturbing for her. Your nose crinkled as you pressed a hand against your stomach, Sam nodded his head, trying his hardest not to react in any sort of manner. Both of you gave one another a shuddering look when the roommate wasn't looking after spotting the floor in the kitchen. Despite being cleaned with bleach several times, the bloodstains remained clear as ever, showing the last romantic events Alice and Russell would ever have. "How do two people even do that—eat each other to death?"

 “That’s a good question.” Sam thought out loud to himself. The reason why the three of you were drawn to the case was because it seemed like it was right up your alley in the weird department, but you were starting to see things weren't going to be easy as you’d thought of pinning down a reason for this cannibalistic behavior. “Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically? Did she seem unusually hostile, aggressive?”

 “No way.” She chuckled at the accusation, knowing her roommate was never capable of that sort of behavior. “Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I’m talking, like, a nice girl—like she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean.”

 You raised your brow in a bit of surprise at what the woman was subtly hinting around, “You mean she was still a virgin?”

 “No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn’t do it.” She found herself correcting what she was trying to say about her roommate. She continued on packing for a few more moments until she spotted something that made her stop once more. You watched as she picked up a stuffed bunny from the table and pressed it close to her chest. She lightly brushed at its floppy ears as a small smile began to spread across her lips from the happy memory of her roommate, the last she would ever have. “It was her first date in months. She was so excited.”

 “Apparently, they were both pretty excited.” You muttered underneath your breath.

 + + +

 You and Sam headed back to the motel after spending a little over an hour sweeping the apartment for anything which could detect the reasoning behind why two seemingly normal people who want to eat themselves to death. Unless the both of them were Hannibal Lecter meets Romeo and Juliet, you didn't understand how someone could let another human being sink their teeth into their flesh and rip out...you quickly shook your head away from the brutal imagery. It felt like something straight out of a Stephen King novel. But it seemed Sam didn't lose his appetite when he complained about being hungry and wanted to get something on the way home. He was going to have a long night of research anyway. Unlike previous years, you weren't bitterly single, and there was no some old grudge keeping you and Dean away from having a fun night out like the year before.

 Dean was sitting at the table with his feet kicked up on the table reading one of the case files he must've grabbed from the coroner after spending the afternoon at the hospital. He glanced away from the report to see you come in first to the motel room, Sam following behind. "How'd it go?" He asked, you scoffed and kicked off your heels to let your feet breathe.

 “No EMF, no sulfur.” You told him your findings as you headed for the table. You pushed off his legs so he was now sitting normally as Sam headed over to his bed so he could take off his jacket. “Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out.”

 “Hmm. That’s where I was puttin’ my money.” Dean mumbled, seeming a little disappointed at the lack of answers which could easily explain why a couple devoured each other. He rubbed his eyes from the amount of reading that he hadn’t been used to. And the lack of answers meant a longer hunter to figure out what the hell was going on here. “Well, then what? Oh, dude! At the coroner’s—you didn’t see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating and they just...kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. LIke—Like, thanksgiving dinner full. Talk about co-dependent.”

 “Well, I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight.” Sam said. He walked over to the empty seat that was right across from his brother and took it as his own. The younger Winchester didn’t waste anymore time in grabbing the laptop from his brother and diving deep into the research that was awaiting him. “I’m just gonna go through some files. You and Y/N can go ahead and get going.”

 Dean looked a little bit confused at what his brother mentioned, “Sorry?”

 "Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. I really don’t care, just keep it down.” Sam mumbled as he pulled up what documents he would need before retiring to bed. "See you two tomorrow morning."

 “Where are Y/N and I supposed to be going?” Dean asked, not catching on to the subtle point you had made during the ride back to the motel to his little brother.

 “Are you drunk off one beer? It's Valentine's Day, Dean. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it—uh, unattached drifter Christmas?" You tried to remember the stupid name that he'd given it, as it only made your hatred for the holiday grow even stronger. But this year was different, at least, you thought it would be when you came back to the motel, feeling a bit positive you might have a good one this year. "I thought you and I could go out.”

 "Really? It is? Oh. I must've forgot." Dean mumbled, not sounding like himself today. You furrowed your brow when he got up from his seat to exchange his empty beer bottle with another one from the cooler. He twisted off the top and threw it over his shoulder, landing it perfectly into the sink as he leaned himself against the counter. "I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year."

 "So you're not into the idea of drinking much as you want and seeing me in some cute lingerie I bought a few days ago for this glorious holiday?" You asked, just baiting him to see what he would do next. Normally he would jump on the idea of booze and spending a night with you any other time of the year. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders, all before saying how he wasn't in the mood for it. “Dean, come on! This is my first holiday not being single. Let’s have some fun.”

 “I’m sorry, Y/N.” Dean apologized, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “I’m not in the mood.”

 You let out a breath and looked away from him, feeling a bit disappointed at how glum Dean was acting today. You didn't tell him, but you had an entire night planned out at this cute little restaurant you spotted and made a list of all the best kind of bars he would enjoy. And you did buy a new outfit for him. Along with a present that you’d been spending almost two weeks trying to do with the help of Josh. Sam seemed worried himself at the kind of behavior that seemed the polar opposite of what he would expect from his big brother.

 "It's when a dog doesn't eat—that's when you know something's really wrong." Sam said with a concerning voice, but it was the sarcasm undertone that made you crack the slightest smile.

 “Remarkably patronizing concerned duly noted. Nothing’s wrong. I just think we should work on the case. That’s all.” Dean said, wanting to get that point clear before you or his brother could try and pull some joke again. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him an annoyed look, obviously pissed off with his decision. He walked back to the table and leaned down so he could give you a quick kiss on the forehead before sitting himself back down. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Can we do it some other time?”

 Dean presumed you were going to be with okay with the change of plans, as neither one of you had made any for the holiday in the weeks before. He got himself comfortable in his seat once more and reached out with his free hand to grab the case file he'd neglected to grab another beer. But before his fingers could gaze it, you snatched it right up. He gave you a confused look and asked what you did that for. You ignored him. You got up from your seat and walked over to your shoes that you'd abandoned and slipped them back on. Walking to the motel door, you opened it up, before roughly slamming it behind you. Sam winced at the sound, obviously he could tell that you were pissed off, but his brother remained oblivious to the entire situation.

 “What’s up with her?” Dean asked his brother, wondering if he might have missed something here that would explain your sudden silent treatment. Sam didn't say anything, he only responded with a scoff before turning his attention back to his own date tonight, and that was research. Dean rolled his eyes in frustration and brang the beer bottle back to his lips. "Chicks, man."

 + + +

 You spent the rest of the afternoon in your own motel room, getting ready for the routine of sulking into a box of candies you'd bought for yourself and order that free champagne you saw being advertised. It seemed things were looking up in your favor when you noticed one of your favorite movies was about to begin playing. You began to get yourself comfortable in bed and trying to get the willpower to get out of the formal clothing you had worn earlier and into some pajamas. Before you did, there was a knock on the door, all though it wasn’t your booze, but the boys. It seemed there was a couple having a much worse Valentine’s day than you tonight.

 Much as you would have rathered to stay home and wallow in self pity, you decided that it would be better if you and the boys headed down to the hospital and see what was going on. You heard from the recap that Sam had given you on the way to the car you were looking at three victims had been fatally shot this time—a murder and double suicide. It seemed from the statement the janitor who'd been working tonight had said it was love gone wrong. One of the victim’s girlfriend’s had shown up, looking distraught and angry at being stood up on the most romantic holiday of the year. Nothing would calm her down, not even the voice of reason, the guy’s coworker, who ended up being the third victim found titled over in the office chair with a gunshot wound to the chest. The girlfriend shot herself before her boyfriend did the same, splattering their brains on the ceiling. Whatever was happening to these people, it seemed they were so much in love, they would go far as killing whatever it was that got in their way before doing it to themselves.

 Sam walked down the hallway with his brother as you trailed behind, keeping quiet as you looked at the numbers on each of the doors that you passed, making sure you got the right one. His eyes were focused like always, but when he noticed someone coming down the hall from the corner of his eye, Sam looked out of curiosity. The guy coming down the hall was wearing a black suit and holding a briefcase, and while he could have been any other stranger, Sam found himself looking back when he caught a whiff of something he hadn’t come across in a long, long time. He followed the smell, accidentally stopping in his tracks for a second to watch as the stranger continued on down the hallway, not even realizing what he’d done until you accidentally crashed right into him.

 “Sam, watch it!” You hissed at the younger man, somehow managing to balance yourself before you could go tumbling to the ground. You took a moment to press down on your clothes and adjust yourself. When you glanced up, Sam was staring down the hallway, suddenly appearing tense, like he’d seen something that riled him up in all the wrong ways. “You okay?”

 Sam sniffed the air once more, wondering if the smell had come from the man, or if this was just a figment of his imagination. He leaned forward slightly to where you were standing, and did it again, but this time it was different, almost better. You furrowed your brow in concern at his strange behavior, wondering what had gotten into him. Sam did, too. He pulled at the collar of his dress shirt and mumbled that he was fine, all before continuing down the way to the morgue with you and his brother. You brushed off the incident as nothing when you headed inside for the two other bodies that were waiting for you.

 “Agent Marley.” Dr. Corman greeted the oldest Winchester when he saw the man coming into the the swinging door. He was an older, quite round looking man with a friendly smile when he noticed two strange faces tagging along. “You just can’t stay away.”

 “Heard you tagged another double suicide.” Dean said, giving the reason why he was here again.

  “Well, I just finished closing them up.” Dr. Corman said, nodding his head to the two dead bodies lying on the metal slab, now covered up with a thin sheet.

 “Dr. Corman, these are my partners. Special Agent Cliff.” Dean introduced his little brother first as both men shook hands. You gave the doctor a friendly smile as you reached out an arm to shake hands with the man yourself. “And Special Agent Monroe.”

 "I've finished my prelims." Dr. Corman said. He walked over to the coat rack that was just by the door. It seemed the doctor didn't waste a second in shedding off his lab coat and called it quits. "I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.”

 “Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?” You asked, pointing a finger over your shoulder at the victims still lying not too far from where you stood.

 “Not at all. But like I said—their good-and-plenties are already tupperwared.” Dr. Coleman opened up the freezer door to show off all the victims organs were, in fact, properly labeled and sealed away. The doctor tossed the keys to Dean and grabbed his jacket, all before giving the three of you a set of easy instructions to follow. “Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, lady and gentlemen, refrigerate- after opening.”

 You reassured him, letting the man go off to enjoy his night that was still young. The boys worked in gathering all of the organs out as you slipped off your jacket and rolled up your sleeves. You put on some hideous blue plastic apron and snapped on some gloves before diving straight into a table full of human organs. Your nose crinkled as you reached for anything that you could, pulling it forward. As you snapped off the top to what appeared to be the lungs, you let out a sigh, mumbling something about this was exactly how you wanted to spend your Valentine's day. There was no denying you were still pissed off at Dean for his behavior, instead of being cold, you were becoming more passive aggressive to get your point across.

 “Hey.” Dean noticed that you were still upset. But instead of apologizing for breaking the special night you had planned out, he decided to be a bit cheeky. He slid over the container that held the heart of the female victim. You glanced up to see it was mere inches from where you sat. You grimaced and looked up at Dean, wondering why he did that. “Be my valentine?”

 You mocked his smile before you were rolling your eyes in annoyance, shoving the heart out of the way, ignoring it all together as a possible clue to help figure out what was going on here. Sam glanced up from what he was looking at to see that the both of you were still acting the same, but his attention lingered to the human heart. He leaned forward slightly, taking notice of a strange mark that seemed out of place. Sam didn’t waste a second in finding the other victim’s heart and took off the top. Pushing them together, the man noticed there was a pattern here.

 “These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out.” Sam reached for the magnifier lamp and pulled it forward so he could take a closer look. You got out from your seat and hovered over his shoulder to see there was something out of place. He mentioned that it looked like a letter, perhaps an E that was sideways, but the man seemed to have a clue when he pushed away the light. You gave him a look, wondering what was the reaction. "I think it's Enochian."

 “You mean like angel scratches?” Dean presumed.

“No, he means chicken scratch” You remarked with a sarcasm bite when you looked over at the man sitting at the other end of the small table. He gave you a confused look from the attitude you were still dragging along. You rolled your eyes before returning your attention back to his little brother, hopeful he might have some useful answers. "You think it could be like the engraving on our ribs?"

 “Y/N, I don’t know.” Sam admitted, you let out a frustrated sigh.

 "Alrighty. We've got Curly and Moe. All we're missing is Larry." You muttered underneath your breath. Snapping off your gloves, you reached a hand inside your skirt pocket to pull out your phone and call your favorite angel. You began walking around the table when the other end began to ring, but it only lasted once before you heard the familiar gravel tone after he answer. "Cas, it's Y/N. Yeah. Room 31-C. Basement level...St. James Medical Center."

 “I’m there now.”

 You didn’t realize your voice was echoing until you spotted a pair of blue eyes staring back at you. Before you could make the same mistake you did with Sam, you stopped dead in your tracks to see Cas was in fact here. “Yeah.” You said into the phone, despite having the person you were talking to was standing right in front of you. You gave him a look. “I get that.”

 “I’m gonna hang up now.” Cas said, seeming to know what to do in this awkward encounter. You gave him a smile as you pressed your finger on the end button, stopping the echo coming from the phones so you could tell the angel what Sam had found on the hearts. Cas walked over to the table and picked up the human heart bare handed, He only needed to examine it for a few moments before he recognized the familiar writing. "You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well."

 “So, what are they?” You asked. “I mean, what do they mean?”

 "It's a mark of union. This man and women were intended to mate." Cas explained, you furrowed your brow to who could be doing the match making. "Your people call them 'Cupid.' What human myth has mistaken for 'Cupid' is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class. They're all over the world. There are dozens of them."

 “You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?”  Dean presumed, thinking the Hallmark holiday baby was what you were going to be up against. You let out a quiet chuckle from the imagery.

 “They’re not incontinent.” Cas said. You narrowed your eyes slightly as you tried to figure out what the angel was trying to say, but he cut you off, giving you exactly what all of you were up against. “What I’m saying is a cupid has gone rogue. And we have to stop him—before he kills again.”

  “...Naturally.”

 “Of course we do.”

 + + +

 “My luck is just going great tonight." You mumbled underneath your breath as you looked around at the restaurant, as your reservations didn't go to a complete waste. You gave the waitress who have served your meals and drinks a smile before she disappeared, tending to her other couples on this very busy night. You grabbed your fork from the side of your plate and violently stabbed at your food.  “The restaurant that I pick happens to be the hunting ground for a rogue Cupid.”

 “This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It’s exactly the kind of—” Cas started speaking, you looked around at the place and chewed your food. The angel stopped himself for a second when he noticed Dean had ordered a burger and squeeze some ketchup on the bun to complete the meal. Cas looked away from the food and went back to explaining why an angel of love would choose this. "...Of garden the cupid will come to—to pollinate."

 “Mhmm. Well, I wasn’t planning on making a baby tonight. Or ever, for that matter.” You said, the words slipping out of your mouth before you realized it. You furrowed your brow from the hostile behavior that seemed to had consumed you for a second from the thought. Looking over at the man sitting across from you, Dean got ready to take a bite his burger, but it seemed that he wasn’t in the mood to eat his second favorite food in the whole world. “Wait. You’re not hungry?”

 “No.” Dean said. You looked over at his little brother, the both of you giving each other a curious look to what had gotten into the man. First he declined a night out, and now he wasn’t eating. The man instantly got annoyed from the looks that were being put on him. “What? I’m not hungry.”

 “Then you’re not going to finish that?” Cas presumed. As if you thought things couldn’t get any weirder, the angel, who you had seen never take a bite of food, reach out and grab the plate away from Dean. He eagerly grabbed the burger from the plate and got ready to take a bite. But before he could sink his teeth into the bun, the angel stopped, almost as if he’d come to his senses, only he spotted something that caught him from eating. “He’s here.”

 You began looking around the restaurant, trying to figure out what Cas was looking at, but nothing stood out of the ordinary to you. You asked what the hell you were supposed to be finding, Cas pointed you in the direction of a couple that was sharing the same booth seat, and in just a blink of an eye, were suddenly heavily into some PDA with no signs of remorse. “Meet me in the back.” Was the only directions the angel gave you before he disappeared from sight.

 You and the boys exchanged a confused look at where Cas could have gone. The three of you got up from your seats and found your way to the back alley of the restaurant where there was nobody around, except for Cas. The angel stood with his back turned to you and his arm stretched out in front of him, seeming to have Cupid tethered to an invisible rope. With a few words in what you were presuming Enochian, Cas gave the command for his fellow brother to show himself. You looked around, wondering what you were supposed to be looking for, as it was just the same scene when a few seconds passed by.

 “So, where is he?” You asked, getting ready to turn around in your spot.But before you could move a single inch, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your body, squeezing you into a tight hold, and with ease, lifted you a few inches up from the ground. You fought your hardest to get out of this, but it seemed you found your cupid from the cheery voice that came from behind.

“Here I am!”

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[furederiko]

He's your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man...

I initially thought I would not get a chance to see this at the theatres. So I felt somewhat lucky that I've been fortunate enough to see it yesterday, on the first viewing, of its premiere day(although I had to skip the 3D due to the ticket price)! Unfortunately, it wasn't that good of an experience, unpleasant even. I mean, that's what I got when I pre-ordered a ticket late in the game: I had to sit really close to the giant screen. I'm feeling the result now... exhausted watery eyes and stiff neck. Also, it's currently still school holiday, so I was seated between teenagers and kids who... either couldn't stop chomping food loudly, kept asking questions throughout the movie, or... just didn't have proper ethiquette towards older people. Gosh, that awkward moment made me feel really 'old' and 'out of place'. Thankfully, the movie itself was the complete opposite to that annoying real life situation. So in a way, well worth the patience I had to endure during the screening. Okay, enough chit-chat, let's get to the review now!

NOTE: This is a spoiler-free review. At the very least, it was written with that thought and intention in mind. So there's still a possibility that it contains some implicit spoilers. With that said, feel free to proceed cautiously, okay! *wink*

They should've called this SPECTACULAR Spider-Man. Seriously. Because it's indeed one! A movie that felt small and stand-alone, but firmly incorporated the titular character VERY nicely in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Afterall, that's what 'Homecoming' is all about, right? The movie began following the aftermath of 2012's "The Avengers", it then picked up right in the middle of last year's "Captain America: Civil War" for a brief minutes (featuring some fantastic larger-than-life cameos), before it became its own thing following the conclusion of that amazing Berlin Airport scene. And then several months later...

There's an honest good reason why Marvel Studios appointed Tom Holland as the new Peter Parker. And that's because it's going to be extremely hard to picture anyone else but him to embody both Peter and Spider-Man after seeing this movie. As proven over and over again with their movies, the studio certainly isn't messing around when it comes to casting. Holland IS Peter (not to mention a striking resemblance to young Stan Lee), and that's just one of the key ingredients that made this movie so captivating. There's an earnest youth-innocence exuberating from this version. An excitement that we haven't seen in both Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield's version. Not saying both were bad (theirs got pushed to adulthood too soon, I say, thanks to the actors being much older), but this one got the personality of comic book Peter in the most perfect way. Also, have I mentioned that Holland is HOT? He's so easy on the eyes, that I wouldn't doubt his Peter would make anyone (men or women, young or old) swoon. Assuming I got my memory right, I think he and his six-pack were the lenghties shirtless fan-service scene of all MCU movies so far. Thank goodness the actor's 21 years old now, otherwise that sentiment would sound really inappropriate. Pheew!

He's Peter in the most charming and geekiest way. Smart, sweet, sometimes overwhelmingly curious, but also an underdog who is ridiculed at school. Who once again reminded you, that hey, nerds CAN be true heroes too! Yes, that's the best of all! Just like the deepest inner desire that some of us shared, he's just THAT eager to become a hero. He's a dreamer, who looked up to the Avengers, and wanted to do good to be among their ranks. But being 15 years old, a student in a high school, things weren't as easy as one might think. When he has classes and after school programmes, would he even have time to be a crime fighting hero? One that placed his life on the line numerous time, while deep inside, still struggling with the sensibilities and struggles of growing up? That's what this movie succeeded to explore, making it feel... 'different' to the previous MCU movies.

The supporting characters, were also fantastic. Marisa Tomei's May Parker, was more of a sexy older sister than an elderly aunty. It's a modern change that felt just right for her, especially in this era of feminism. But as always, she was also Peter's emotional anchor. Particularly in one scene that... well, I'm not spoiling anything, but let's just say, had Holland showcased his specialty in moving dramatic performance. Those who had seen "The Impossible" would know, that Holland could really made it possible. On the other side of the table, Robert Downey Jr.'s Tony Stark played out as the kind of mentor, big brother, or surrogate father that Peter aspired to. Peter tried so hard to please his good side, and in a way, that's one of his focus in this movie. That's why his presence could be felt looming around the background. Contrary to what people assumed though, Tony wasn't in the movie that much. It was Jon Favreau's Happy Hogan who actually spent more screentime and connection with Peter. So nope, before you accuse Stark of stealing another character's movie, that's not the case. He had just about right amount of screen time, and the movie was wholly Peter's from start to end.

Jacob Batalon's Ned was a charming chubby sidekick. He's as excited as Peter, and shared a sweet chemistry with him that would make you wish you're their best friend too. Not trying to sound racist, but it's nice that we're getting another support character that's not black. I mean, that's certainly a pattern in the first two Phase of the MCU, right? Laura Harrier's Liz was the love interest, who as always, ended up becoming a damsel in distress at some point in the movie. Zendaya's Michelle on the other hand, was the weird girl who's out and about, and seemed to be tailing Peter for... unknown personal reason. She didn't have much to do, but likely because she's being set up for expanded involvement in the sequel(s). Tony Revolori's Flash was Pete's bully, but not in the way you think. He's a modern-type 'hater' who harrassed people with words and attitude, and not through muscle. And then there were other minor characters, filling up the school as either students (Abraham Attah, Tiffany Espensen, Michael Barbieri, etc) or teachers (Martin Starr, Selenis Leyva, Hannibal Buress, Kenneth Choi, etc), building up a truly diverse looking environment. It might feel like a crowded cast, but really, most of them only had small participation in this movie. But you know what I really love about the portrayal of this high school? That in a technology-based MCU, science IS the cool thing. For crying out loud, even the cool kids were the smart achiever ones, and the Academic Decathlon's its MVP! Unlike the typical high schools we saw in various TV shows (filled with actors sometimes too old to be students), this one personally felt more at home. Looking familiarly similar to the place I've went to all those years ago, it sure didn't take a while before nostalgia slowly kicked in.

One might argue that the villains weren't really 'that threatening' here. Particularly the Shockers: Logan Marshall-Green's Jackson Brice and/or Bokeem Woodbine's Herman Schultz. They felt like lower-tier 'bad guys', especially when compared to say... Ultron, or Loki, with their global-level annihilation ambitions. Nevertheless, Michael Keaton's Adrian Toomes was a truly intimidating antagonist, who would conquer the scene with his chilling presence. He firmly sit as one of the best MCU antagonist we got so far, just NOT the way you might think. In a strangely relatable way, situation somehow forced him to be one, placing him on the other side of the law. Not just him, but his crew as well, because most of them couldn't even be considered 'evil'. There's a moral ambiguity of why Toomes did what he did, an amazing angle that made him different to previous bad guys. You'll particularly see about this during the third arc. I sure would love to see more of him in the future, but Keaton's only contracted for one movie so far. Beside, without being too oblivious, there's a high possiblity that Michael Mando's character will be taking that spotlight in the sequel. Likely alongside Michael Chernus' Phineas Mason, who was the technical-brain of the Vulture.

Thanks to these antagonists, the action-pieces, while making such grandiose spectacles as usual, felt different this time around. It was intense, nervewracking, and many other emotions I couldn't describe. Surprisingly, it put me on the edge of my seat most of the time, due to how personal and sometimes intimate they were. There's a desperation in these scenes that made my heart racing, a sensation that strangely reminded me of that last battle on "Civil War". Perhaps because this Spider-Man is young, and that he made honest mistakes that led him into trouble instead? Or because his life and those around him was truly put in jeopardy every single time, as if jumping straight into a tank full of sharks? A real sense of danger? I couldn't tell. One thing for sure, you might think you've seen it all from the trailers (which are still best avoided, IMHO), but there's way more to that. I can assure you, the complete sequences were still unexpected and shocking to watch.

In the end, just like James Gunn's "Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2" that arrived three months ago, the sensation of "Spider-Man: Homecoming" was a little difficult to properly describe. Both movies had some jokes and humors that didn't land with the audience I was with, but mostly because they were lost in translation. "Vol. 2" felt personal to me, but "Homecoming" also felt relatable in many ways. It's all kinds of emotions, a roller-coaster as one would expect from an MCU movie. And this movie was a down-to-earth adventure for the web slinger, that's still loaded with plenty of surprises one after another, big or small. It even saved one really GOOD one at the closing minutes of the movie!

Devoted Marvel fans will be thrilled with how Spider-Man is perfectly captured, while gleefully scavenging those many easter eggs sprinkled throughout the movie. Ones that connected to the larger MCU, or those teasing what might be coming ahead (Angourie Rice's Betty Brant and Donald Glover's Aaron Davis, to name a few). Meanwhile, general audience will be delighted to see this, as a genuine high school movie disguised as a superhero one. A coming-of-age movie, where its lead character learns to deal with the challenges of being young, his lack of experience, responsibilities of being a hero, and the cost of trying to do good. As shown by Peter's powerful decisions in several key scenes of the third arc, it's also a movie that reminded its young (both by age or at heart) viewers to never lose sight of what's important: kindness and compassion. All I can tell is, that director Jon Watts truly nailed this movie, and now I can't wait to see him progressing with the same 'everyday hero' magic in the upcoming sequel (set for 2019).

The collaboration between Marvel Studios and SONY to include Peter Parker in the MCU was like a dream come true to Marvel fans. More than that, it truly has been proven to be THE right decision. Here's hoping they will further extend this wonderful deal to the future, because I honestly feel, Spider-Man is where he's supposed to be. HOME...

Overall Score: 8,5 out of 10 PS: It's common sense for an MCU movie, that there will be post-credit scenes. And as publicly reported, this movie had two, with one of them teasing for the sequel. That second one, though?! Dang it... it's a sweet 'cap off' that will leave you smiling as you walk out of the theatres. Seriously, don't miss out on that! LOL.

This review had gone through minor adjustments and corrections to make some points clearer on July 6th, 2017, 09:10AM (local time).

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[weconqueratdawn]

Rating: Teen & up Pairing: Hannibal/Will, Will & Bev Tags: au, fluff, romance, mild drug use, music, Bach, shopping, gender identity, references to Pretty Woman Set after I’ll Be Your Mirror

I desperately needed to write some fluff and we can’t really have too much of it at the moment, so here's a Quicksilver timestamp based on a conversation I had with @samui-sakura88 (why can’t i tag ugh) about a million years ago.

@samui-sakura88 I always meant to do something with it and it seemed to fit really nicely into the timeline right now - I hope you like it :)

Thanks to @wrathofthestag for advising me expertly about American clothing stores and where Will and Bev would likely go shopping, and to @lordofthelesbians and @wraithsonwingsposts for beta :)

For people unfamiliar with this series: Will is a genderfluid psychology student. He lives with Bev, his best friend. Hannibal is crazy in love with him and grows his own cannabis (in case you get confused by that mention). Just… try to go with it.

~~~

Even in the beginning, Hannibal had never been the type to drag Will off to bed as soon as dinner was over. He enjoyed the ritual order of clearing away, and he enjoyed taking time over his pleasures, whether that was cooking, eating, or an unhurried glass of cognac. Will was no exception to this rule.

After their feast would come a cosy, quiet passion which lasted only until it was quiet no longer. Will would curl up on the sofa to read, preferring a few hits of Hannibal’s homegrown pot to a nightcap. Hannibal would never be far away, occasionally sketching at his desk, but tonight allowing Will to use him as a human sofa cushion. He showed no sign at all that he minded. In fact, Will was certain from the firm arm around his middle, holding Will against him, that it also counted amongst his pleasures.

Both of them had books, but only one was reading. Will had lost interest in Wuthering Heights some time ago. He knew it almost by heart anyway and reading was too much effort after a voluptuous meal, especially so deep into the semester. Instead, lulled by the rise and fall of Hannibal’s chest, he listened to his own sluggish thoughts and the rhythmic sound of pages turning behind him.  

Hannibal peered over his shoulder. “Not in the mood for your book?”

“I’ve looked at too many words this week,” Will said. “I’ve pored over them, mine and other people’s, and I’m sick of text of all kinds.”

Hannibal put his own book aside, so he could wind both arms around Will. “At least you are being stretched,” he said. “Maybe you should have a holiday, when the semester is over.”

“Ugh, there’s finals first,” said Will. “I can’t even think about the summer until they’re over.”

“In that case,” Hannibal said, releasing him to stand smoothly, “I recommend music. If you cannot be transported in body, you shall be in spirit.”

Will half-expected Hannibal to sit at the harpsichord but he moved past it and went to the record player on the other side of the room. He deliberated by his small record collection, concealed in a carved cabinet with varnish like treacle, before selecting one. The needle was lowered into place and he returned to Will’s side.

There was a long moment of crackling silence, emanating from hidden speakers. Then the music began. Its effect was immediate, bursting into the room in a sublime rising chorus of voices, strings and brass. He rested his head against Hannibal’s shoulder and closed his eyes to listen. It was hard not to picture soaring spaces of holy stones, of golden light and beseeching praise. After a few short minutes, it ended and all was once more quiet.

“You’re watching me again, I know it,” said Will. He opened his eyes to find he was right, and laughed.

“I wanted to see your response,” Hannibal said. “See if and where you were transported.”

“What was that?”

“Dona nobis pacem from Bach’s Mass in B minor.”

“Play it again,” Will said.

So Hannibal did.

*

That night Will listened to many more Bach compositions, plus a little Mozart, Schubert and Chopin. Mostly they were short pieces, but for the longer ones Hannibal lay on the sofa with him as baroque melodies or haunting fugues filled the air.

“How are you choosing them?” Will wondered aloud, after a rather ornate Bach organ piece. “Are they things you think I will like or simply things you want to share?”

“To appreciate anything fully, you must develop your own taste,” Hannibal said. “I am giving you glimpses into unfamiliar worlds, so you can orient yourself. If you would like to.”

“And if I did want to, what then?” Will said. “For instance, I don’t know anything about musical structure, or theory.”

“It’s not necessarily a barrier,” Hannibal said. “To listen, and listen well, is the key.”

“Bullshit,” Will laughed. “Technical proficiency is everything to you, no matter what the art or science. I don’t speak the language but you’re telling me I don’t need to learn it?” He shook his head, in mocking disappointment. “I don’t believe you, Dr Lecter.”

“Perhaps further down the line,” Hannibal conceded. “One night of some of my favourite pieces is a good enough beginning for your musical education.”

“What is your favourite?” Will asked. “Have we had it already? If not, play me that.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “Since you’re so demanding, I will take the opportunity to do exactly as you desire,” he said, taking his seat at the harpsichord.

Will had heard Hannibal play before, but never really listened closely or with any degree of understanding. It had been something which happened in the background while he did other things, another ingredient which contributed to the unique atmosphere of his home. Now though, he paid careful attention, stretching out fully across the sofa to follow the play of Hannibal’s fingers over the keys in his imagination. The brittle delicacy of the notes were striking, as was the comparative simplicity of the repeated melody, weaving into a complex pattern as the piece developed.

He couldn’t resist sitting up to watch Hannibal as he played. His face was revealed in concentration, a mask of intellect and ideas and purposeful grace. Will thought he looked extraordinarily beautiful; almost alien.

When the last sounds died away, Will went to sit with him on the bench. He had the uncanny feeling he’d witnessed something rare, but Hannibal gave no indication that anything unusual had happened.

Will poked at one the keys, causing a soft clipped note to break the silence. “Thank you for playing for me,” he said. “That was…” He trailed off, for once unable to put a voice to his thoughts.

“That was the Aria from the Goldberg Variations,” Hannibal said. “More Bach, I’m afraid.”

“Why is that your favourite?” Will asked.

Hannibal put his fingers back to the keys and began to play it again, more quietly. “Ah, but you already have theories about that. Why don’t you share them with me?”

Will turned to sit astride the bench. The angle was better to watch Hannibal play. “It’s elegant but intricate,” he said. “And ordered. Even as it deviates, the music seems to operate within imposed constraints. Plus there’s a clarity to the sound, it’s unclouded by emotion. Though you like being moved by art, this provides you serenity - you value that more.”

The music halted. Hannibal threw Will an amused smile. “How much of that was an affinity for music and how much empathy?”

“At least fifty percent empathy,” Will admitted. “I tried to see the music as you might.”

Hannibal pulled him closer, his attention now directed entirely at Will. Will put an arm around him and pressed a few keys, this time with more force. “This is your preferred instrument?”

“Indeed,” said Hannibal. “From it the music springs into being, whole and entire.”

“Each note a perfect moment in time,” said Will. “No tentative beginnings and no gradual decline. It begins, and it stops.”

“Exactly,” said Hannibal, kissing him on the temple. “Have you enjoyed your evening? Is this to be the beginning or the end of your musical education?”

“It’s not the end,” Will said. “So it must be a beginning of sorts. It’s been… expansive.” He smiled, and pressed a chaste kiss to Hannibal’s lips. “I feel differently stretched.”

“All you need do for now is continue to listen,” said Hannibal.

“To develop my own taste,” Will said. “Except, how it develops will probably depend upon your influence.”

“Allow me to influence you further, then,” Hannibal said. “How about something longer? A concert perhaps. I could take you to one.”

His suggestion took Will somewhat by surprise. The idea of doing so seemed incredibly unlikely - he would never have considered it without Hannibal’s invitation. He tried to picture himself there, as Hannibal’s companion, and mostly failed. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?”

“Not at all,” Hannibal said. “Concert halls are desperate for a younger audience or they will not have a future.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” said Will. Though, in truth, it partly was. Hannibal would have acquaintances in the audience, all much older than Will and all busily making assumptions about him. Still, there was something impossibly romantic about accompanying Hannibal. And Will was used to people making assumptions - which he then very much enjoyed defying. “What would I even wear?”

“Whatever you like,” Hannibal said. “But, if you permit me, I could help with that.”

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--Flashback: December 2016--

Oh, here’s a good idea: I’ll just write a cute Christmas fic wherein Hannibal gives Will the one thing he desperately needs. What can possibly go wrong with that?

--Flashforward: January 2017--

GODDAMMIT, WILL! CAN YOU JUST LET SOMEONE BE NICE TO YOU FOR ONE BLOODY MINUTE!?! SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THIS BULLSHIT.

It only took a few drafts and two vials of blood to get there (long story about the blood, short form: my doctor is an ass), but eventually we got there. Enjoy!

Summary: Hannibal attempts to do something nice for Will for Christmas. Will is determined to be his usual moody and miserable self. NYC Fannibal holiday exchange gift for @awritersrejections.

Sample: 

“You look terrible, Will,” Hannibal says and Will imagines there is a softness to his voice that cannot possibly be real. ‘He is paid to be nice to you,’ Will reminds himself and retreats behind the paper walls of his mental fortress.

“I didn’t sleep,” he answers and misses the days when his biggest complaint was that he just didn’t sleep well.

Hannibal stares at him. His face is hard, unreadable, and lacks the warmth Will thinks he sees sometimes. It’s confusing, this tale of two Hannibals. He can't tell which is the real one and which is the pretender. 'Why does it even matter? You’ll be dead in a year at the rate Jack is working you unless the Ripper gets to you first. ’

“How long has it been since you slept?”

“Long enough.” Will checks his watch. His hour is up and not a moment too soon. Time to make his escape if Hannibal will let him. “I’ve got to go. Jack has a cold case he wants me to look into tomorrow.”

“You don’t do cold cases. Is there another excuse you wish to give me? Perhaps tonight is the night you usually wash your hair? Hmm?”

Will blinks and scratches the back of his neck. The phrasing is flirtatious and sharp like something out of a romcom. The other Hannibal has made his appearance and his presence weakens Will’s resolve to leave. If only Will could nail one of them down to the floor so he would always know where find that Hannibal. It would take a lot of a guesswork and out of this doctor-patient-friend-whatever relationship.

“I'm not blowing you off. Jack thinks it might be connected to the latest Ripper murders.”

If Hannibal buys the excuse he doesn't show it, but the large clock in his office backs up Will’s story by chiming half past the hour. Will stands but does not leave. It’s easy to linger, and Will is too tired fight his natural inclinations. He needs Hannibal to dismiss him, but Hannibal remains in his chair.

“I wish you would stay, Will. I’d like to hear about the case.”

‘Ding, ding, ding. Warning. Warning. Danger, Will Robinson Graham.’ He has caught psychiatrist with his hand in the cookie jar. Hannibal isn’t interested in the case. He doesn’t want Will to stay. He wants to evaluate his patient before Will heads off into the field. Hannibal is being a good soldier by following Jack’s orders like all the rest. The realization makes Will’s heart tighten. “I really need to go.

Hannibal knows he is beaten and looks away because he does not want Will to notice, but it’s not enough. Will can still see it in his profile in the way his chin tilts slightly upwards suggesting annoyance. “You really should take better care of yourself.”

Will could just leave, but he knows he’ll keep engaging as long as Hannibal let's him. He is like a top that doesn't know when to stop spinning. “If I do then more bodies will drop. This is the only way I can get the job done.”

Hannibal’s tone turns brittle. “You will sleep when you are dead in other words.”

The coarse words rub Will's skin in the wrong direction. Lovesick as he is, Will doesn't carry himself well when Hannibal is rough with him. A lack of confidence does not mean Will is in unencumbered by pride. “So others don’t have to!”  Will fires back.  Why can't Hannibal just be proud of him? Everyone else is. It’s a good thing he’s doing with the FBI.

“That is a terrible way to live, Will,” Hannibal's head turns a quarter inch to the left and levels him with some serious side-eye.

But eyes are easy to avoid. Will turns his towards the ground. “My hour is up, Doctor Lecter.”

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