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slashyrogue:

Will didn’t know why he came.

It was many months shy of summer, bitter cold, and here they were swimming in a lake out in the middle of nowhere. Freddie had told everyone it was secluded and that the raft was “still there” which in her football boyfriend Brian’s eyes meant he had to just had to see it in person.

Alana hadn’t been too keen on coming along, but as one of Freddie’s best friends she didn’t argue which was just why she stayed close to her. Will and Alana knew each other from when he tutored her in the summer and found out they both were studying to become criminal behaviorialists. Still  Will was more of a hanger on than a friend of any of them, forced into participation more often than not because it was what was considered “normal” and “the right thing to do.”

Now as he stared out at the quiet lake he had this eerie feeling that they were being watched even before they stepped one foot in.

“C’mon Will!” Brian teased, kicking off his jeans, “Show me what you got!”

Alana walked by, bumped his shoulder, and grinned. “Yeah, Will. Show us. I bet those swim team muscles can get to the raft the fastest of any of us.”  

The swim team was the only extra curricular he enjoyed though he kept under the radar for the most part. He didn’t want to be the best, just be there. Now here all alone he had a chance to show his skills.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and tried not to blush. “I don’t think I’m the fastest.”

Brian grabbed around his neck and scratched his palm fast over Will’s head which made his glasses fall off. “C’mon, Willie! Show us!”

Freddie laughed and pulled off her top. “Oh I’m sure Will isn’t that good, right? I’ve never taken his picture for the Gazette.”

“Brian, stop!”

Will pushed him back and groaned when he heard the telltale sound of his glasses crunching under the idiot’s shoe.

Brian kicked off his shoe and shrugged. “Oops.”

“Brian!”

Both he and Freddie took off into the water while Will stared at the remains of his glasses.

“I’m sorry, Will.”

“It’s fine,” Will sighed, “I don’t need them for anything but reading anyway.”

Alana was in her purple one piece suit and with her hair down Will couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

She jumped into the water and Will took off his shirt while he tried to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.

They all started up towards the floating raft without him, giggling and happy while Will stepped out of his jeans. When he looked up he thought he saw ripples in the water like something was moving and that odd fear came up again.

Brian looked back. “C’mon Graham! I bet you twenty bucks you can’t get there before us now!”

Will sighed and jumped in after them. The icy cold made him shiver but he shook it off, determined to swim as hard as possible through his discomfort. He saw the water rippling again and was startled by a splash just beside him.

“Did you see that!?” he yelled, stopping.

“Did I see me beating your ass? Yes I did!”

He looked up to see Brian on the raft, grinning like a loon, and not bothering to help either of the girls when they tried to get on.

Will scoffed and swam on, just as he felt something tickle his toe. He hurried, rushing through his swim just as the tickle felt more like a grab.

He grabbed the raft hard, breathless and scared, and climbed up fast just as he turned to see another splash that looked suspiciously like a tail fin.

“Did you see…?”

Brian clapped him on the back. “Hah!” he laughed, “I knew you couldn’t do it. Loser.”

Will pushed him off and looked out at the water. “It wasn’t because I was…”

“I felt something grab my ankle,” Alana said, “I know I did.”

“So did I!” Will yelled, “I think there’s something in the water.”

Both Freddie and Brian laughed. “Sure, man. Maybe it’s that fish thing from that movie. Watch out, the girls might want to fuck it!”

Freddie and Alana both laughed a little.

Will shivered as he scanned the water for any movement. “I know I felt it,” he whispered, “And saw it. It’s there. I think it was waiting.”

Brian wrapped an arm around him again.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure–”

Just then something lifted its head up out of the water.

Will froze, shocked, and they all grew silent as they stared.

It was a fish man, or something like one anyway. The creature had a green tinted skin, gills, and black eyes. Will watched as it ducked under the water again and heard Brian let out a shaky breath.

“What the fuck?”

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The Raft 

Will didn’t know why he came.

It was many months shy of summer, bitter cold, and here they were swimming in a lake out in the middle of nowhere. Freddie had told everyone it was secluded and that the raft was “still there” which in her football boyfriend Brian’s eyes meant he had to just had to see it in person.

Alana hadn’t been too keen on coming along, but as one of Freddie’s best friends she didn’t argue which was just why she stayed close to her. Will and Alana knew each other from when he tutored her in the summer and found out they both were studying to become criminal behaviorialists. Still  Will was more of a hanger on than a friend of any of them, forced into participation more often than not because it was what was considered “normal” and “the right thing to do.”

Now as he stared out at the quiet lake he had this eerie feeling that they were being watched even before they stepped one foot in.

“C’mon Will!” Brian teased, kicking off his jeans, “Show me what you got!”

Alana walked by, bumped his shoulder, and grinned. “Yeah, Will. Show us. I bet those swim team muscles can get to the raft the fastest of any of us.”  

The swim team was the only extra curricular he enjoyed though he kept under the radar for the most part. He didn’t want to be the best, just be there. Now here all alone he had a chance to show his skills.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and tried not to blush. “I don’t think I’m the fastest.”

Brian grabbed around his neck and scratched his palm fast over Will’s head which made his glasses fall off. “C’mon, Willie! Show us!”

Freddie laughed and pulled off her top. “Oh I’m sure Will isn’t that good, right? I’ve never taken his picture for the Gazette.”

“Brian, stop!”

Will pushed him back and groaned when he heard the telltale sound of his glasses crunching under the idiot’s shoe.

Brian kicked off his shoe and shrugged. “Oops.”

“Brian!”

Both he and Freddie took off into the water while Will stared at the remains of his glasses.

“I’m sorry, Will.”

“It’s fine,” Will sighed, “I don’t need them for anything but reading anyway.”

Alana was in her purple one piece suit and with her hair down Will couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

She jumped into the water and Will took off his shirt while he tried to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.

They all started up towards the floating raft without him, giggling and happy while Will stepped out of his jeans. When he looked up he thought he saw ripples in the water like something was moving and that odd fear came up again.

Brian looked back. “C’mon Graham! I bet you twenty bucks you can’t get there before us now!”

Will sighed and jumped in after them. The icy cold made him shiver but he shook it off, determined to swim as hard as possible through his discomfort. He saw the water rippling again and was startled by a splash just beside him.

“Did you see that!?” he yelled, stopping.

“Did I see me beating your ass? Yes I did!”

He looked up to see Brian on the raft, grinning like a loon, and not bothering to help either of the girls when they tried to get on.

Will scoffed and swam on, just as he felt something tickle his toe. He hurried, rushing through his swim just as the tickle felt more like a grab.

He grabbed the raft hard, breathless and scared, and climbed up fast just as he turned to see another splash that looked suspiciously like a tail fin.

“Did you see…?”

Brian clapped him on the back. “Hah!” he laughed, “I knew you couldn’t do it. Loser.”

Will pushed him off and looked out at the water. “It wasn’t because I was…”

“I felt something grab my ankle,” Alana said, “I know I did.”

“So did I!” Will yelled, “I think there’s something in the water.”

Both Freddie and Brian laughed. “Sure, man. Maybe it’s that fish thing from that movie. Watch out, the girls might want to fuck it!”

Freddie and Alana both laughed a little.

Will shivered as he scanned the water for any movement. “I know I felt it,” he whispered, “And saw it. It’s there. I think it was waiting.”

Brian wrapped an arm around him again.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure–”

Just then something lifted its head up out of the water.

Will froze, shocked, and they all grew silent as they stared.

It was a fish man, or something like one anyway. The creature had a green tinted skin, gills, and black eyes. Will watched as it ducked under the water again and heard Brian let out a shaky breath.

“What the fuck?”

Continued in: 

The Raft 

Something was wrong.

Will paused in the doorway and frowned, listening for any signs of a pending greeting by an enthusiastic dog and his almost always equally enthusiastic husband.

He set down his bag by the door and stepped quietly through the house, hearing nothing but silence.

When he found the reason why Will couldn’t resist taking a picture.

Hannibal and Cephie were both sound asleep in their bed, the dog curled up in Hannibal’s arms quite comfortably while her tiny nose buried far under his chin.

Will couldn’t believe Hannibal would allow such a thing but had secretly suspected they might have been bonding more and more while he was at work.

He quietly padded over to the bed and shook Hannibal’s shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Hannibal opened one eye, his tired gaze soft and not at all rushing to move.

“You…”

Will kissed him softly, leaning over to pet Encephalitis before pulling away.

“I see I’ve been replaced.”

Hannibal’s cheeks reddened. “Not exactly, you see Encephalitis was rather forlorn earlier and I was comforting her as she slept.”

Will grinned. “Forlorn?”

Hannibal touched the dog’s head, petting her softly. “She gets very distressed when we run into that horrible St. Bernard down the block. I was very quick to lift her from its clutches and berate the owner but the damage done was quite dramatic

and I…”

Will kissed him and cut off the rest of the story, Hannibal’s hand coming to rest at his cheek as their tongues slid against each other. When they parted Hannibal let out a sigh, fingers caressing Will’s cheek.

“I love you,” Will whispered, pressing their lips together again.

Hannibal mumbled, “And I you, beloved, though I am unsure of what brought on such a gift.”

Will smiled. “You and the dog, I just….the old Hannibal would have never. You’re so different yet exactly the same.”

Hannibal frowned.

“I do not feel different,” his fingers moved down Will’s cheek, “Though you do.”

Will laid down and Hannibal shivered as he nosed his neck.

“Oh you’re different,” Will teased a soft lick up the side of his neck, “You smell different and act different. The Hannibal I knew before would never be caught dead walking a dog let alone sleeping next to one.”

Hannibal ran fingers through Will’s hair and Encephalitis suddenly licked his cheek. He laughed and lifted his head to pet her snout.

“She is part of our family, Will.”

Will smiled at him. “Our fur baby.”

Hannibal ran his palm over Encephalitis’ nose and she forced an additional touch by burrowing under his hand again.

“I suppose,” Hannibal said softly, “Though I think that particular idea is rather pushing things. Babies cannot do half of what Encephalitis can.”

Will laughed and scratched her nose.

“You’re better than a baby, aren’t you? Yes you are.”

She laid herself on his chest while Will took the other side.

“Much better,” Hannibal said, “Dogs her age can learn to kill full grown men. Humans can’t do that till they’re much older.”

Will lifted his head and stared at him.

“Hannibal,” he stared at the dog, “Did you train the dog to kill people?”

Hannibal frowned. “I wasn’t supposed to?”

Suggestion: Flip Day and Bottom Will Day

desperatelyseekingcannibals:

crisisoninfintefandoms:

trashbambi:

So there’s a Bottom Hannibal Day (August 9th), and was talking with some people and we thought, why not have Bottom Will Day and Flip Day too?

cause Bottom Hannibal Day was made when there was a lack of fics about that and apparently since there’s been a shift and personally I’d say there’ an equal amount-ish now but hey more never hurts of either or yanno? All configurations are good lets spoil ourselves lmao.

So here are suggested dates for those? (looking at @idontfindyouthatinteresting‘s list of Hannibal related dates to see when there isn’t anything going on)

Flip Day: October 9th

Bottom Will Day: December 9th

What d’y’all think? Would that be fun? I think that’d be fun~

Hey, I’m not opposed at all, but I feel like a couple things should be pointed out.  

There’s a lot more bottom!Will than the tag would suggest, because I’ve noticed that many people didn’t even bother to label bottom!Will as such until very recently, and sometimes still don’t.  Why?  Because no one’s ever had a problem with bottom!Will.  But everyone early on, and to this day, makes a point of labeling bottom!Hannibal, not just so people who like it can find it, but as a pre-emptive warning to anyone who as an issue with it.  

Bottom!Hannibal Day wasn’t a thing because there was a lack of fics–there’s always going to be popularity of things that go up and down, and things won’t always be even.  Your preferred thing might not have the most fics written, and that’s fine, that’s the way of things, and I don’t think anyone was complaining about lack of bottom!Hannibal in and of itself.  Bottom!Hannibal day came about because people were getting nasty comments on their fics and some people were making mean posts about its very existence.  To my knowledge, no one’s ever made a comment saying “ew, bottom!Will, that’s gross!” or “Anyone who thinks Will would ever bottom is an idiot!” 

So, yeah, go ahead, I’m always for more events–I might even participate (big fan of flipping myself!), but I just want to be clear that it’s not a matter of numbers but a matter of reaction, and since there were, and still are, people out there who actively oppose and belittle bottom!Hannibal, it’s not really the same as just bottom!Will being perceived as less popular at the moment since (to my knowledge) the reverse has never been an issue.

Yeah pretty much this, nicely put @crisisoninfintefandoms. Also a great point about the tags. Personally I don’t tag top/bottom in the tags at all for any character because I don’t see the relevance – if readers do and want it tagged, that’s their problem and can kindly jog on.

BHD came out of a really shitty time in the fandom where there were some pretty horrible heteronormative arguments over topping/bottoming that basically boiled down to Hannibal would only ever top – because Mads is manly and Hugh is the girl. Which… that isn’t how sex works between two men (spoiler: neither of them is the girl). 

So yeah, totally here for Flip day and will definitely participate, but not touching bottom Will as an event because it kinda negates the whole reason for BHD. 

As someone who’s actually gotten angry asks and comments for writing bottom Hannibal to the point where I no longer tag it at all I agree.

Isn’t everyday Bottom Will Day?

Bottom Hannibal discourse still rears it’s ugly head once every six months and no one’s ever been upset about them flipping either. I’m assuming because bottom Will is there to ease their horror.

Would definitely participate in Flip Day and of course Bottom Hannibal Day.

lorelayla:

slashyrogue:

The first time Hannibal stayed awake to watch Will sleep was out of genuine appreciation.

They had been traveling together for several months before giving into the growing desire between them, a hurried moment of shared weakness that resulted in a truly transcendental experience that he had later immortalized in his memory palace.  

Exhaustion had overtaken Will almost immediately as they’d held each other close, the feel of his even breathing hard to miss.

Hannibal had gently moved his arm to the pillow beside him so as not to disturb Will even a moment, and was caught by the beauty of him illuminated by the candlelight of their room. He’d laid his head on the pillow and stared, eyes wet with happiness, and just watched.

This was Will asleep in his bed.

The sun had come without his knowledge, and he wondered just easy it would to let this love consume him.

Will had no knowledge of that first night and the many nights after it that he’d indulged in his watch. Hannibal was more than content with the fact that he loved Will much more than Will loved him. That was how things should be.

The sleepless nights did little to change his everyday life and as those first few months progressed he thought Will would never discover his late night activity.

He was wrong.

Will had started to frown over breakfast as if deep in thought and the effect quite unsettled him.

Was he unhappy?

Czytaj dalej

that was so sweet

Thank you! 

Whilst people outside the community considered Meyerism to be a cult, the Zealots actually were a cult. Probably. They were definitely an offshoot of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, who were also almost definitely a cult. The main compound for the MMA was somewhere called Kamar-Taj in Nepal, if Cal remembered correctly, although they had property in Hong Kong, London and New York as well. They were headed by someone called the Ancient One and that was all anybody knew. And then there were the Zealots. In Cal’s opinion, it was an appalling name for something, cult or not. He didn’t know much about them, to be honest, other than that they were very secretive and rich as Croesus. Oh, and rumour had it that their leader – Kaecilius – had once been a Danish prince.

Unfortunately for Cal, he didn’t manage to find a way to pay back the money by the imposed deadline, not even close. Neither had Sarah, who had unbent enough to help try and find a solution. Instead, when their representative arrived at the compound, they had nowhere near the required amount and, instead, a crowd had gathered to witness Cal’s failure. A crowd that included a rather smug Eddie. Swallowing his pride, and feeling a red flush of shame spread to his ears, Cal stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have the money. If you could just give me a bit longer…”

“Extending the time-frame is not an option. If you don’t have the money, then we will take something else as collateral until you do have the money.”

“What might that be?” Cal’s mind flipped through the possible things that could be offered as collateral in lieu of money and came up incredibly short. The movement had nothing, and he had never been one for personal items and definitely nothing of value. A single word from the Zealot had Cal’s immediate attention.

“You.”

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My rec for @freshmeatfriday is this lovely StrangePath ongoing by the brilliant @vix-spes