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Will hated him, because that was the only passion he would allow between them. But it had been one too many times that Dr. Lecter lightly drew his hand along Will's waist as he passed him and Will was a live wire, hungering for a spark.
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;Will's new Biology teacher can't keep his eyes off of him, and it's reminding Will too much of home.
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Her cries were high and breathy, sniffling and coughing against Alana. The wine danced in her bloodstream, and it only made Abigail younger. She was small and dejected, dizzy with the need to cling onto her mama. She was tired of managing how she felt and behaving rationally. She didn't want to be old enough to drink expensive French wine, she wanted her thumb in her mouth and the warmth of her mother pressed against her, skin to skin.
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;Abigail's mother is long gone, and now she can feel Alana slipping from her fingers as well. After Morgan is born, Alana has less time to play Mother to Abigail, who becomes a jealous child demanding to drink from Alana what she only gave her newborn son.
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The scar would never heal, even without his agitation of it, but something within him craved the sensation of skin splitting under his nails. His breath caught as droplets budded on his fingertips. While the dizziness had long since left him, faintness of another calibre bled into him. Blood was familiar, blood was familial. It was sweet and potent like Abigail, like Beverly. It was passionate and taunting, as if Hannibal coated his hands instead.
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Will has a nightmare, or a dream, or a hallucination.
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“You depraved thing, does it feel good to see me bleed? For your hands to wield the blade?” Hannibal purred, as Will’s knife broke skin on his hips. With a rough growl, Will’s hand flew up and he pressed the knife against Hannibal’s cheek, watching blood drops blossom like tears under his eyes.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll cut your tongue out next,” before Will could continue, Hannibals mouth fell open, his eyes closing.
__One shot set end of season one, Will figures Hannibal out and has a surprise for him.
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What if Will Graham made a different choice on the eve of Mizumono?
To the truth, and all its consequences.
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Is this what death was? An endless stillness? The world gone eerily quiet, any instance of.. anything cut away?
It’s exactly as he’d coveted and yet it feels as if he'd been damned. As if the pulp of him had been carved away, leaving nothing but a shell. He could feel it, as literally as he could imagine. Emptiness.
or: zombie will graham :p
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06 Aug 2026
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Niall doesn't remember Ruben beyond a few hazy recollections. Knows him mostly by name — Maura's son, the one with problems. But when Ruben appears in a teenage Niall's life once more and seems to take an interest in him, Niall needs to figure out if all attention is good attention or if sometimes loneliness is the best option.
aka Ruben is 20 years older than Niall
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01 Aug 2026
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“Ava calls me daddy. In bed. I don’t ask her to, she just does, if you can believe it.”
Niall regretted it immediately. He kept his eyes and hands on his glass, watching the condensation collect and drip lazily, tilting the cup just to see white foam lap the rim.
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23 Jul 2026
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Ruben is out of prison.
Niall answers the phone.
That's where they start again.
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23 Jul 2026
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There is a shift behind Niall, and then there is the press of something new, right up against the curve of his backside, thick and insistent and so, so far from anything Niall could have expected.
Ruben is hard.
Ruben is still panting as if he’s just returned from a run, is still trembling slightly, and there, pressed flush against Niall, he is fully, unquestionably hard.
“Ruben,” Niall gasps again, and this time Ruben responds.
The arm around Niall’s chest tightens, and the one slipped into the gap between Niall’s neck and the pillow rises, an impossibly large seeming hand cupping over Niall’s mouth.
“Quiet, Bambi,” Ruben whispers in his ear. “Don’t want mammy to hear you, do you?”
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23 Jul 2026