Like you gotta be an actor, a director, an architect, a historian depending on what you’re telling, a psychologist, and on top of that all you gotta be eloquent and draw people in. Writing is hard, because it is everything.
You ever get salty over something you know u have no right to be salty about and therefore u can’t talk about it without looking like a whiny bitch, so u just sit there marinating in ur own salt like some kind of human pickle
Thank you. That was one of my favorite early fics and I got some criticism over my portrayal of BDSM so I never touched that particular type of fic again. I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
Hannigram AU: The Principal and the Teacher’s Assistant
Will held his briefcase close to his side as he walked into the side door of Baltimore High feeling as if he’d never left. He walked up to the secretary and was directed right to the door marked Principal Mayer, knocking and hearing a voice call out, “Come in,” that sounded not at all like he remembered.
One step inside he saw that was definitely not the woman who had made his Algebra classes so terrifying, swallowing before he said, “Dr. Lecter,” and the man in question smiling in return.
“Will, it is quite lovely to see you. It has been a long time.”
Will sat down and said, “I was under the impression I was going to be seeing Principal Mayer.”
Dr. Lecter, Principal Lecter now it seemed, eyed his papers with interest but didn’t look up, “I regret to inform you that Sharon passed away this morning and I am active principal in the interim. I was sure you were informed.”
Will shook his head, “No, no one told me. I’m sorry.”
Dr. Lecter looked up, “If my memory is correct, Sharon was not very pleasant to you during your time here.”
Will frowned, “No. But I wouldn’t wish anyone dead,” he lied, feeling his cheeks burn. He could remember at least twenty different times he’d wished the woman dead as a teen and even before deciding to apply he’d still crossed off hope that something would happen that would make someone else be the one to see him.
“I am sure. How have you been? I see you graduated at the top of your class, well done.”
Will blushed more, feeling like a seventeen year old boy again in tears in the man’s empty classroom and eating up compliments on his research papers.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t see why we would not want to have you as an assistant teacher,” Dr. Lecter said, looking down at his papers again, “That is what you’re applying for?”
Will nodded, “I,” he swallowed, “I was under the impression I would be working for you, Dr. Lecter.”
Dr. Lecter frowned, “Unfortunately until they fill the position here, I will be quite detained. I was originally quite excited to see your name atop the pile of applicants,” he smiled, “You always were my most favorite student.”
Will smiled, “I’m sure you’ve had a lot of students since I’ve been gone,” he tried not to feel flattered but failed, “That can’t be true anymore, Dr. Lecter.”
Dr. Lecter stared at him and said softly, “It is still quite true even now, I do not recall a more active learner. I was sorry I could not teach you more.”
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