Ever find one of those fics that you’re sure you posted once upon a time, but then you realize maybe not? This is one of those. It never made it onto AO3 before now and perhaps not tumblr either (idk). In any case, parts 1 and 2 are on AO3 (it’s not necessary to read them first, but it helps). This is part 3.
There was one reason and only one reason Will agreed to go to the labor day picnic.
“Hello, Doctor Lecter.” Bev completely forgot about setting the table. Who could blame her? Hannibal in jeans at the job site was bad enough. The shorts were criminal.
Will is gonna die.
Hannibal placed his covered dish among the tupperware and supermarket crudite trays. “Good afternoon, Ms. Katz.” A glance over her shoulder showed a group gathered for volleyball, but one member of the team notably absent.
Bev’s lips curved. “If you’re looking for Will -” There were few things she enjoyed more than making a grown man squirm. Will was easy that way. Hannibal, on the other hand, might take some work.
Or maybe not.
Was he blushing? The tan made it hard to tell. But there was definitely something going on. For someone who stood so tall, he looked surprisingly sheepish. No. Not sheepish. … Puppy-like.
Oh fuck. You actually like him.
And she knew where he was. It’s good to be the queen.
Hannibal smiled. “I’m sure he’s around.”
He looked like he might start rocking on his heels any second. Bev made mental notes. Will would want all the details. And even if he didn’t, he was going to get them. “I can tell you where he is.” But you have to ask me first.
“Bev!”
Leave it to Will’s excellent timing to ruin perfectly good slow torture. Christ, he looked like such a dork in those flip flops.
“Where do you want this?” Will shouted.
It’s fucking charcoal, Will. Put it by the grill and get your ass over here.
Bev cocked a hip and pointed. Will made his way to the grill where he dropped the bag with a grunt. Swiping his hand over his jeans, he climbed the small slope to the picnic shelter.
She almost didn’t know which one of them to look at. Will was the best bet. His reactions were always priceless.
list off at least five things that you’re grateful for today – hold those things close through your journey, and try your best to remember them when you’re feeling lost; you will get through this
me: this whole concept of ~soulmates~ is so damaging, you can be happy with so many people throughout your life and sometimes the best you can do in a failed relationship is to let it go, that person isn’t THE ONE, no one is, everything in the media about romance is so fucked up on so many levels–
my chick bad, my chick hood, my chick do things that your chick wish she could, my chick bad, badder than yours, my chick do things i cant even put in words
Since the day Prince Steven drew his first healthy breath, he’s been focused on only one thing: destroying the many-headed Hydra. So when he returns from yet another fruitless hunt, the last thing he wants is to discover a new addition to his Royal Harem. But the new man is intriguing, and his scent is achingly familiar. Against his better judgement, Prince Steven wants more.
*I’m not sure how successful this is. Sometimes you spend so long trying to get one tiny aspect of an image right you lose all ability to judge if it’s close to achieving what you wanted. Ho hum.
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