#This . . . MIGHT be one of the meanest things Beast has ever said and I actually have to apologise. This was harsh.

[positivelybeastly]

Silent Scream (bobby, wanna chance to yell at bobby Hank? if you're still doing this? c:)

"You see, your essential problem, Iceman, is that you are so incredibly, definitively, awe inspiringly stupid."

It's not an out of character line from the Director of X-Force, but considering the fact that they're within earshot of the world's best and brightest, within earshot of press and Avengers and celebrities, it is still - unexpected, to be sure. After the mess with the Terra Verdean delegation was sorted out, it appears, judging by the slight whiff of alcohol about him, that Beast has elected to avail himself of the bar.

Not that he needs alcohol to be unpleasant, of course, but it does help.

"And you see, it's always been that way. I would almost have to admire your commitment to the bit, if said bit wasn't one of the most irksome, unpleasant, and tiring performances I've ever seen in my entire life. Your ice form - not even your idea. That was Cyclops' suggestion, decades ago. Your ability to control both temperature and moisture - something that had to be pointed out to you by the Professor.

And, of course, the big one, the one that you had to have spelled out for you by our esteemed Marvel Girl. That must have been embarrassing for you. In fact, they all must have been just so very embarrassing for you. So obvious in hindsight, and yet you were completely blind, content to stumble on in your milquetoast mediocrity like a particularly uninspiring zombie until someone took you by the nose and forced you to think."

The Beast swirls his glass, a kind of animation in his eyes and voice and manner that's rare to see in him ever since he took on the task of protecting Krakoa from all who would harm it. He knocks back the whiskey before he all but discards the crystal glass on the nearest surface, only good, solid craftsmanship stopping it from shattering.

"Yet here you stand. Unashamed. Unashamed of your stupidity. Unashamed of the fact that everything special about you was gifted to you by either your genetics, or by someone else. None of it as a result of hard work, or application of self, or actual intelligence. Were it not for your luck to be a mutant, you would be living the kind of braindead, thoroughly unremarkable life that most of the human sheep are content to live.

I mean, accountancy? Really?"

His laugh is singularly cruel, singularly unpleasant, and Bobby might well be vaguely aware that Sage and Logan are slowly creeping a little closer, just in case the furry mutant takes another turn. But they needn't worry.

He's nearly done.

"Some of us are content to be led to what is great about us, Iceman. Others seize it. Others embrace it. Others . . ."

He brings up his massive blue hands and puts them on Bobby's shoulders, his fingers twitching like he wants to wrap them around his throat, and off in the distance, Scott, Warren and Jean all tense.

"Others wake up on their own, without having to be told. I can't believe I ever let you hold me back. Every moment I ever spent with you was a waste of time, and this is all you'll ever get from me, ever again."

He pushes Bobby away, turns on his heel, and leaves, intent on stalking back to his habitat alone.

One less distraction, now.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

do you think the companions have a closet of like. flea and tick preventing stuff/medicine somewhere

Imagine someone opens that closet and they don’t know about the werewolf thing and they ask someone “hey why do we have all this dog stuff??? Where are the dogs???”

Hey, not only do I think that, I think it's entirely possible that they have their own mini veterinary closet, including the dog treats. The dog treats are the most important.

I'd like to thank you, though, because as soon as I read this ask, my mind start buzzing, or yipping, as the little dogs, might, and, well. . .

Chasing Tails, or Why is the Circle Like This?

Lucia's sure taking a long time . . .

Lars fidgeted in his seat at the end of the table, casting his eyes once again to the stairwell that led down to the Companions' living quarters. It wasn't the first time he'd sat around their hearth to wait on his best friend and it definitely wouldn't be the last, he was sure, but he always felt a little nervous sitting by himself as large warriors with huge blades went about their business around him. Eating, drinking, laughing . . . wrestling. The first time he'd seen Lucia's papa and uncle get into an all out brawl there on the hearth stones, he'd had the shakes until long after his grandma tucked him into bed.

A thud on the table startled the boy from his thoughts. "Here, kid, watch this for me, will you?" Lars stared wide-eyed as Ria, who was generally the nicest out of all the Companions — aside from Lucia, who insisted she was one despite only being ten — darted back up the steps and out the double doors to the Winds District. Not a moment later, the doors from the training yard banged open as Njada Stonearm — who was definitely the meanest Companion — barged in, eyes aflame like the hearth. Lars shrank back in his seat.

"Ria!" her voice echoed above the crack of the fire and the murmur of a few others talking across the room.

"Not here," called Athis, snickering.

"Jus' missed 'er," slurred Torvar.

A growl left the Nord woman's throat as her eyes swivelled round and landed on Lars, who was peaking out from behind the large satchel Ria'd left on the table. The boy's eyes bulged in horror as she took three long strides and arrived beside him, arms crossed under a face painted with a harsh scowl.

(Sometimes, a lot of times, Lars wished he was brave enough to ask Njada Stonearm to beat up Braith, but he had the feeling she'd either laugh him off — or worse, encourage the Redguard girl to redouble her efforts to kick his—)

"—dumped this here, huh?"

"W-wha—"

A hand, large and strong enough to crush his skull, shook the bag in front of him. "Ria left this here, didn't she?"

"Ye-yeah—"

"Quit mumbling!"

"Y-yes sir, I, I mean ma'am!"

If anyone ever looked absolutely done with the world, it was Njada Stonearm in that moment. Lars squirmed under her glare, but said no more, and the Nord woman grumbled under her breath. "I've gotta hunt down that rabbit brained . . ." she trailed off, eyeing Lars with a cold interest. "You. Take this downstairs and put it in the Circles' supply closet."

Lars tried to swallow, but his throat was too dry, and he let out a strangled cough instead. He choked a gasp when Njada Stonearm thumped him on the back. "Get going, kid," she said as she turned on her heel and marched out the same doors Ria fled through earlier.

With shaking legs, Lars got to his feet and hefted the satchel into his arms. There was a faint clink! clink! of glass, and he wondered if it was some kind of fancy reserve just for the Circle. He knew Lucia's mama was fond of Imperial brandies, so maybe that was it?

He crossed the hall, an easy task as Athis and Torvar promptly went back into their cups once Njada Stonearm had redirected her ire to Lars and so they didn't bother him. It was when he got to the stairs that the wobble in his knees became a full shake. Braith often told him he was infected with the Rattles and no one bothered telling him because it was more fun to watch him convulse like a half dead draugr. Sometimes, like right now for instance, he almost believed her.

One of the men barked a laugh, Lars wasn't sure which, but it jarred his limbs into motion; he eased his way down the wooden stairs, scared every moment that he'd trip, fall, and anger not only Njada Stonearm, but the whole Circle as well. His heart lodged in his throat. If he broke the bottles and made a mess of their contents, would he ever be allowed back in Jorrvaskr? Would he ever get to play with Lucia again?

The heavy door into the basement quarters was an almost reassuring barrier to the boy as he aligned his back with it, arms full of the satchel's awkward bulk. With a grunt, he thrust back, and the door creaked slowly open. When it was wide enough, he slipped around the dense oak, and once again hesitated. Now where? He didn't actually know where the Circles' supply closet was. Though, he thought, shifting from foot to foot with the wide hall empty before him, it might be down near the Circles' private quarters.

The supply closet wasn't really the difficult to find, being one of the few closed doors at the end. The other was the door to the Harbinger's room, but that'd been shut for months since . . . Lars swallowed, coughed again, and with the bag balanced precariously in one arm under his chin, he opened the door.

"What're you doing?"

"Gah!" Lars teetered forward, and if it weren't for Lucia's hand clenching the back of his shirt, he'd have fallen face first into—

"Um, better question: why do your parents' have a closet full of pet care products?" Lars asked, once he was steady on his feet and able to take in the concents of the supply closet.

Beside him, Lucia's face scrunched in clear confusion. Shelves on shelves of bottles, bright yellow and each marked with a label depicting some kind of nasty insect underneath a vivid red X, filled the majority of their vision. Lars' arms almost went slack under the weight of the bag. Was he carrying more of that stuff? Flea and tick repellent? Below the shelves was a stack of huge sacks that smelled a little too strongly of dried meat. Was that—?

"What's all this for?"

Lars gaped at Lucia. "You mean, you don't know?"

She shook her head, teeth gnawing her lip.

"Lucia? Lass, what are you doing in the closet?"

The two kids whirled around to find Lucia's uncle striding down the hall toward them. In a blur, Lucia sprinted to him, and, grabbing at his gauntlet clad arm, hung on for dear life. "Uncle Vilkas! Uncle Vilkas! Did you know about the pet medicine? Are those bags full of doggy treats? Oh! Is Mama getting me a puppy? Is that why she left for Markarth yesterday? Is she getting me a war dog so I can take him with me when I'm doing contracts? I've always wanted a puppy! The Circle always goes and visits the Jarl's kennels and I never get to go!"

"What—"

"I mean, why else do Mama and Papa always smell like they've been rolling around in a dog bed whenever they come back in before breakfast? Or when they're sneaking in during the middle of the night? Or when—"

"Lucia! What are you talking about, lass?" Vilkas, at last, cut in.

"Oh! Well, I was consalt— consulk—"

"Consulting," her uncle supplied.

"Yeah, consulting my beasty, beast, uh, animal guide before I came looking for Lars 'cause we're gonna go hunt goblins in his mom's vegetable garden when I found him in the Circles' closet, which I thought was weird because I thought this was where Papa was hiding Mama's New Life present — so maybe Papa is getting Mama the puppy? — but I didn't get to ask Lars why 'cause he was about to crash into the shelves, and then I'd have had to help him clean up the mess, and I'd rather go hunt the goblins than do chores, so . . ." Lucia rambled on, fast as a dartwing. All the while Vilkas nodded along to what she said, before at length raising a hand to hush her, his pale eyes resting on Lars. The young boy felt his knees start to wobble again.

"What's this, then?" Vilkas gestured to the bag.

"Uh, Njada Stonearm sent me down with it, sir. She um, she said to bring it to the Circles' supply closet . . ." By the end, Lars could barely hear his own voice, but whatever he heard seemed to placate Vilkas. The man took the satchel from Lars', the boy's thin arms falling limp with relief.

"I'll take care of this, Battle-Born. Lucia, you two run along," he said, holding the bag as easy in one hand as one might hold an apple. Lars couldn't help but feel a little envy at the dark warrior's ease and strength.

"Wait," Lucia's fingers twisted together around the hilt of her wooden sword. Lars hadn't even noticed she'd brought it. "I don't understand though! Is it a puppy? Is it Mama's? Will she share him? Uncle—"

Vilkas laughed. Lars never really heard the man laugh before. It was different from his brother's: deeper, richer, almost wolfish, whereas Farkas' laughter was a booming bark. The boy's brow creased at the comparisons, his eyes traveling to the inside of the closet again. There was more in there beside pet medicine and dog food, but before he could read anymore labels, Lucia's uncle shut the door and was ushering them down the hall a moment later.

"You'll know soon enough, lass. One day, when you're in the Circle yourself," he was saying.

"In the Circle? Myself?" Lucia's eyes glittered.

"Aye," Vilkas nodded. He pulled the basement door open and waved them up the stairs. "Then, and not a moment before. And lass?"

"Yes, Uncle?"

"While you're out hunting goblins, keep the little Battle-Born out of too much trouble, will you? Lad needs someone looking out for him." Lucia was already halfway up the stairs, but Vilkas could still reach to ruffle her dark ashy hair, and the girl preened under the attention.

Lars shifted about in embarrassment, but the Companion ignored him.

The two were halfway to his mother's garden, Lucia delivering a flash lecture on the nature of goblins, when a thought struck Lars, hitting him right between the eyes like Braith often did.

If the Companions didn't have any dogs, then why did he hear howling echo from Jorrvaskr at night?

[mlm-writer]

Ko Ko Bop (Chanyeol x M!Reader)

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Male!Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: General Audiences Words: 1294 Summary: Your bastard cat likes Chanyeol more than he likes you and keeps escaping. Luckily, Chanyeol does not mind returning your cat every morning. Note: This is a repost. It was originally posted on @lgbt-kpopimagines​, but that blog died. Reposting to get everything properly in my masterlist. Also this is my fav work of mine.  Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, bastard cat and neighbours AU 

I was starting to seriously panic. “Ko Ko!” I yelled for my cat for the so manyth time. The grumpy beast usually did not go anywhere. He was very much an indoors cat. I took him out from time to time, but the fat thing had lost all lust for the outside world long ago. I heard a knock on my door. I was so hoping it was one of my neighbours. Miss Lee had been scratched by Ko Ko multiple times, while he tried to steal one of her pastries. I wished my cat was nicer to her, because her cooking always smelled nice. Honestly, I wished Ko Ko was nicer to anybody, including me.

I opened the door, but it was not Miss Lee with a box full of angry cat. Instead I was shocked on multiple fronts. “Hey is this your cat?” Park Chanyeol of EXO - yes, that Park Chanyeol - stood in front of my door with a cat that looked like Ko Ko, but was not behaving like Ko Ko at all. The fat brown cat was purring and cuddling up to the other man like the sweet cat I had always wanted.

“Uh, I think it is… What does the name on the collar say?” He gently moved the animal around until he could show me the oval charm that said ‘Ko Ko Bop’. I nodded slowly. “Yes, I think this is my cat.”

He laughed. I joined in. It was just so easy to laugh, when he was laughing too. “You don’t recognise your cat?” He handed me Ko Ko, but almost as soon as I held him, he wrestled himself free and ran inside. I looked over my shoulder to see him jumping onto the hair patch on the couch and settle in his favourite place.

“Well he is usually very mean towards almost everyone, so what did you drug him with?” I tried to stay calm. Of course he knew by the name of my cat that I was a fan. I was not going to make a fool out of myself by acting like a crazy one. He laughed again and I followed again.

“I was having coffee when he jumped through my window. I gave him some milk, but that’s it. He has been very friendly.” I frown at him, clearly not believing him. Ko Ko really made a wild turn over the course of a couple of hours. He threw his arms up. “I promise that’s all!” This time it was my turn to laugh first.

“All right, all right. I gotta get ready for work, but you know where to find me… I mean Ko Ko, if you ever wanna cuddle me… him again.”

Chanyeol stopped by every morning. Apparently the first morning he had met all his neighbours on his and my floor. We never found out how, but Ko Ko kept meeting Chanyeol for coffee and then Chanyeol met up with me to return my cat, before his allergies would start to really act up. Ko Ko had made a complete change of personality. Gradually he went from world’s meanest cat to the most cuddly creature.

I had the door unlocked in the morning by now. Chanyeol entered my apartment, Ko Ko in his arms. “We going Ko Ko Bop!” He sang as he put Ko Ko on his favourite spot on my couch. His eyes landed on me sitting at the coffee table. There were papers everywhere. “What are you up to?”

I smiled tiredly at him. “I have an important meeting next Monday. If I manage to woo the fancy men in suits, there might be a promotion in it for me.” I let out a sigh and drop my head on top of my proposal. “I have been trying to get this presentation together for days and I just… can’t.” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see my crush crouching next to me with a huge smile.

“When you are stuck, you need to go out. New places help with getting new insights.” I shook my head and told him I really could not waste time, but he pulled me up by my arm and caught me, when I clumsily tripped on my numb legs. Maybe I had been sitting down there for too long.

Eventually I gave in. I put on something that made me look presentable and left Ko Ko in my apartment. At first it was hard to be near Chanyeol without nearly hyperventilating, but now he felt like an important part of home. I saw him daily and when he was out of town, he lend me the key to his apartment, so I could get Ko Ko back myself. Those were the days Ko Ko seemed more like his old self.

We laughed, walking very close to each other. My heart was racing and I wanted to grab his hand with mine, but he didn’t know about my sexuality and I was pretty sure he was straight. Either straight or already dating Baekhyun and I was definitely not a match for that.

Eventually he took me by my arm again and dragged me into a shop. Until now I had no idea we were headed for a shop. When we were inside, I frowned at all the expensive suits lying around. “Pick whatever you want. If you’re dressed well, you will definitely do good at your meeting.” I wanted to protest, but Chanyeol was already running off to a store clerk. I saw him talking to the dapperly dressed woman and then pointing towards me. The woman approached me. She wore a suit that accentuated her curves just right. Clearly her suit was tailored for a woman.

After measuring me and giving me my exact size, she left us alone to explore on our own. I was quick to put the expensive clothing back as soon as I saw the price, but then Chanyeol would take it and hold it in front of me. It took a while, before we agreed on something and he sent me into the fitting room. “This one is really too expensive,” I called from the fitting room. I looked at myself from the side, liking the cut a lot actually.

“I told you, it is a present from me. Does it look good?”

“It is too expen…” I didn’t get to finish. Chanyeol pushed the curtain aside and joined me in the tiny room. He looked at me with wide eyes. It was almost scary.

“Wow… You look… wow!” I felt hot like this, in the cramped space, with Chanyeol so close to me. I muttered a thanks. He seemed to realise how much he was in my personal space. I tensed a little, when I felt his hands unexpectedly on my shoulders. He caressed the fabric there, before his hands glided down my arms. I looked away, my breath unnaturally deep. He took my hands in his and I looked up at him in shock. He let go of my hands, as if they burned him. “Sorry! I… I thought…” He clasped his hands together, fumbling with his own fingers.

“Oh… I mean… Well, I thought…” I didn’t know what I thought. We were both rambling like idiots now, our chests barely touching. Eventually our hands found each other again and I leaned in to peck his cheek. It shut him up. “Want to have coffee with me some time, instead of with my cat?” A wide smile reappeared on his face and he nodded, his hair bouncing on his happy head. Glad to know there was at least one person who liked me more than my cat.

[cinderstorm]

Writing Tips #6: Punctuating Dialogue (Advanced Skills)

Hello, everyone, and welcome back to another installment of Writing Tips. Today, we’ll be discussing advanced dialogue punctuation (for more basic skills, please refer to episode 5). Let’s get started.

1. Combining narrative beats with dialogue tags. In the previous post, we discussed how to properly punctuate dialogue tags (he said, she said, they asked, etc.) and narrative beats (body language, non-vocal responses, etc.) Of course, there are times when you want to use both techniques at once. In this case, you want to punctuate the dialogue like so:

g.) “I can’t believe you did that,” she whispered, staring at him in horror.

h.) He turned to her and said, “We’re going to need more explosives.”

i.) “Well,” she said, eyeing him appreciatively, “that went better than I expected.”

Each of the above examples handles this technique in a slightly different way, but you’ll notice that the punctuation is consistent with that of dialogue tags, rather than narrative beats. In this structure, it can be helpful to think of the dialogue tag acts as the main course, while the narrative beat is more of a side dish (which is not to say that your side dish is any less nutritious or delicious than your main course, but much like the main course at a fancy restaurant, the dialogue tag gets priority.)

And because I am sneaky, I have nested another set of dialogue lessons into these three examples. Example G is the vanilla version of combining narrative beats with dialogue tags. It’s the format you’re most likely to see, and the most easily constructed.

But look at Example H. Rather than coming after the dialogue, as you’ve seen in previous examples, the dialogue tag (and narrative beat) come before the dialogue. The punctuation is very similar (a comma to conjoin each segment of the sentence), but you’ll notice that the first word of the dialogue is capitalized. Dialogue like this is basically a complete sentence nested within a larger sentence, and is punctuated independently (except when followed by a dialogue tag, in which case the period at the end of the dialogue becomes a comma, as we’ve discussed.)

Example I is even more complicated, with the dialogue split into two separate pieces by the tag/beat combo. In cases like this, you want to insert the tag/beat where there’s a natural pause in the dialogue (usually at a comma). But because you are continuing the dialogue after the tag/beat, you end the tag/beat with another comma (as we saw in Example H), then continue the dialogue as if there had not been any interruption (by which I mean, do not capitalize the first word of the second segment of dialogue). Here are a few more examples of how to do this correctly:

j.) “I hate to break it to you, mate,” he said, setting his hat on the bar, “but it might be time to admit defeat.”

k.) “You know,” she said, “it probably would have been faster to walk.”

l.) “I don’t normally say this,” the man grumbled, peering down at her, “but that was some damned fine shooting.”

Note, however, that if you split the dialogue at the end of a sentence, you end the following tag/beat with a period, not a comma, then punctuate the next snippet of dialogue as normal. Examples:

m.) “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” she said, pulling her shoes on. “I was trying to suggest we look for answers ourselves.”

n.) “If you don’t clean your room right now, you can forget about going to the park,” his mother said, hands on her hips. “Honestly, the things I put up with around here . . .”

o.) “We could always kill him,” she suggested, frowning when her girlfriend looked at her in horror. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

2. What to do when the dialogue goes on for multiple paragraphs without a break. This is a fairly rare occurrence, since most of the time, it’s pretty easy to sprinkle in a response from another character to break up a monologue, but you may find occasion to use it, so here’s an explanation: When a single character is speaking for more than one paragraph at a time, without any sort of narrative beat or interruption, you punctuate it like this:

“See, Leah was a fine young woman. Had a mouth on her, sure, and she could shoot a man dead in the eye from a hundred paces, but she had her chips in a row, if you take my meaning.

“Cindy, now, she was a different beast. Mean as a rattlesnake, and just as quick. Why, I’d rather go into a gunfight unarmed than cross her. And that’s not even takin’ into account that dog of hers. Meanest sumbitch I ever did see.”

Notice that there is no ending quotation mark after the first paragraph. This indicates that the dialogue is not yet finished. Note also that there is an opening quotation mark at the beginning of the second paragraph, which acts as confirmation that the dialogue is indeed still going on. And then, at  the end of the second paragraph, when the dialogue actually is over, there’s a closing quotation mark. As I said, it’s rare for dialogue to go on for more than one paragraph without some sort of interruption, but it does happen, so it’s best to be prepared for it.

3. Quotes within quotes. Another situation you might run into is having a character quote something another character has said (or mentioning something, such as a poem, song, or short story which would ordinarily be in quotes). Fortunately, this one is pretty easy: you follow the same rules you would with any regular piece of dialogue, except that instead of putting it in double-quotation marks, you put it in single quotation marks (note: with British English, the reverse is true). Here are some examples:

p.) “And then she said, ‘Well, I just don’t know what you’re talking about.‘ As if she really didn’t know! Can you believe that?”

q.) He leaned back in his chair, expression thoughtful. “Yeah,” he said in his gravelly voice. “I remember the first time I met her. Up on stage, singing an operatic version of ‘Second Chance.’ Damned beautiful, she was.”

r.) “You’ll find ‘The Raven’ on page two-hundred sixty-four of your textbook,” the teacher said.

And that’s pretty much everything you need to know about punctuating dialogue. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like clarification on any of the above points. In the future, I will post lessons about how to write dialogue itself, but that’s a ways off yet. For now, I hope you found this post helpful, and thanks again for reading.

[wyrm-wolf]

The Little Mermaid

This is short, but I didn't have a lot of time. So enjoy Hannibal Lecter, the new swim couch is an...odd man. That's what everyone says about him, in hushed whispers and when he's never around. When he was first exchanged into the Baltimore University everyone had been excited to meet him, that is until they found out he did not talk. At all. He smiled, and nodded, but never said a word. Somehow the students could understand him when he couched, and used odd hand symbols. 'Such a strange man he is, never says a word. Do you think he's mute?' 'I heard he's never spoken a single word when he got to America.' Not only does the man never speak, he also never wears any clothing. Okay, well that's half true. But the man comes to class everyday wearing nothing but a speedo, sometimes he'll have a jacket on. Other than that he gives everyone a nice good look at his body, and HOT DAMN is that a body. Strong cheekbones, silvering blonde hair, and a body built like a Greek statute. Not a single person on campus could fail to not fall to his charms. Or so everyone thinks. Will Graham, top English professor in the University, and also one of the meanest and hardest classes you'll ever take. The first time a kid walks into his class, their usually put off with his soft brown curls and lost blue puppy eyes. But don't let his looks fool you, he's mean as a dog and bites when someone gets close to him. So that's why when he finally meets the swim teacher for the first time he has an almost shocking reaction, to both Hannibal and the other teachers. "Wait. Do you seriously walk around naked all day?" He asks, staring quizzically at the tall European swim coach. Hannibal just smiles, and shrugs at his question. He wouldn't really call himself naked, since no one has really called him out, and no one seems to mind. Meanwhile, the other teachers send death glares towards Will, who either doesn't notice or doesn't care, at how blunt and rude he was being. Once again. "Wow. You either are really blunt, or really brave to choose walking around in a Speedo." Will shrugs, taking up his bitter drink and paperwork, before leaving the lounge. Hannibal doesn't hear the calming words coming from the other teachers, as they apologize for Will's actions, describing how Will has always been very rude and mean to everyone. Hannibal just stares at where Will left, because right then and there he knows what it's like to love. To fall suddenly but inevitably for a man so hard, and sudden that it's like a big long slap to the face. Hannibal then and there decides his choice. He must have Will Graham be his. It starts slow, and unnoticeable. But soon, Will starts noting the roses that are being left on his desk, or the warm meals made for him with a note stating, "For Will, my beloved." He tosses the roses, but eats the warm meals, and oh god are they the best damn meals he's ever eaten before. He doesn't even care that someone is trying to get his attention, because right now this chocolate cake needs to be eaten. More elaborate meals are delivered. And soon bouquets of roses, and other assortment of flowers start finding themselves on his desk. He thinks it's the students playing a joke. "Alright, before we begin the listen I need to make this clear. Whoever is leaving roses, and food on my desk needs to stop. It's not a funny joke, okay. You're grown ups, learn to act your age." Will states, watching the students movements for anyone who might be the criminal of the crime. No one budges, but their interest peak. "Maybe one of the teachers are trying to get you to go on a date with them." A girl calls out, some of the kids chuckle while others are serious. "I'll believe it when I see it, but so far I don't think anyone wants to date me. Back to the lesson..." Meals he's never seen before show up on his desk, and the meals are made with such dedication and art he almost doesn't want to eat them. He does. The flowers still continue to come in, and some have a few skulls and gifts in them. His mind begins reeling with thoughts, and questions. Who? Why? He forms a plan, he'll wait all night until morning comes to find the culprit of the act. He falls asleep at midnight, but wakes up when he he's his class door open. His jaw drops at the sight before him, standing tall and proud in his Speedo and jacket is none other than, Hannibal Lecter. The man that has all the teachers and students running to have a grab at, and the mysterious foreigner who waltzed right into the school. He looks at Will, and drops the flowers and meal. Both stare gaping at each other, before Hannibal's gears start churning and he makes a run for. Will isn't too far behind him, but clearly the man in front knows his way around the school, because he's turning down corners faster than Will can register. And then it comes to the point where Will notices at last minute that Hannibal ran into the pool room. He gets an eyeful of Hannibal throwing his jacket off, and diving down into the bottom of the pool. It also looks as if the swim couch is trying to hold his breath long enough to outlast Will's patience, as it appears the mam is not going to be swimming back up. "Are you kidding me right now?" Will huffs, as he begins to remove his shoes and clothing. Once he gets to his underwear, he jumps in after the swim coach. Hannibal probably didn't expect him to dive after him, because the man's eyes go side at the sight of Will, and he swims away from him. And holy hell, can that man swim. Will chases him from one end to another, but it's like he's trying to swim after a dolphin or shark. And in no time he's out of breath, and just opts to floating in the cool pool. He decides to play as bait, bait that's waiting go get caught by a shark. He feels the waters ripple around him, as Hannibal decides to surface next to him. Will waits, waits, and then he attacks. He grabs Hannibal's shoulders, clinging onto the man as he struggles. "Hannibal-stop! I just want to talk!" Will cries out, sputtering when water hits his face. After a few more minutes of crying out, and stubbornly holding into Hannibal. The man gives up, and swims them back to the wall so they can sit of a solid surface. "So those flowers and meals were....for me? Like you actually want to go on a...date...with me?" Will pokes, a heavy silence has settled over them for a bit too long, and he just has to pop the bubble. Hannibal's face turns a dark shade of red, he turns away shyly and nods his head. Will can't help but smile, never has anyone tried to get close to him, or even tried to date him. People had learned to just stand away and admire his beauty, but never get close enough to have their fingers bitten at. But for some ungodly reason Hannibal did, he chose to break through Will's walls, chose to get close to him, ignoring any of his lashes. Hannibal had chosen to hug the beast instead of scorn and run away from him. "I think we should start over. Hi, I'm Will Graham, it's nice to meet you Hannibal." Will smiles, holding out a hand for the other man. Hannibal turns his head back to him, and smiles. When he takes Will's hand in his, he completely ignores social concepts of hand shakes, and pulls Will in for a kiss. Will's startled yelp goes muffled, as he starts to kiss Hannibal back. Turning his head slightly as to deepen the kiss. And when he opens his mouth for Hannibal, god is the thing's that he's doing with his tongue illegal. "We should move. Unless we want to get caught by the other teachers, or worse, students." Will mumbles, moving away from Hannibal so he can breathe and stand up. Hannibal nods his head, and stands up with Will, but continues to kiss and nuzzle at Will. The ride to Will's house was not as bad as he expected it to go, with Hannibal continuously trying to grab and kiss him. However, when they arrived to the house, and fell onto the bed, that…was another story. "Hahaha!! Han-haha! Hannibal, stop!" Will laughed. The swim couch, for some ungodly reason had found am interest in Will's feet, mainly his toes, and had been nonstop tickling him for the past thirty minutes. "Stoooop! Haaaanni!" Hannibal released his foot, while a goofy grin had stuck to his face the entire time. Will laid back huffing, and puffing as he tried to catch his breath, and his ribs began to ache. The bed dipped as Hannibal moved to lean over Will, and nuzzle against his curls. "So is that a European thing? Where if someone invites you to bed, you begin tickling the hell out of them, instead of have sex with them?" Will huffed, returning a goofy smile back to Hannibal, who frowned at Will's words, and shook his head. "Oh, so only you do it? Gosh, Hannibal you really are a weirdo." Hannibal glared and pointed over to the seven dog beds Will had laid out for his dogs. "Having seven dogs is not weird, Hannibal. It's a common thing for people to-hey what are you doing with my leg...Hannibal! No! Don't-HAHAHA!" Next will be "Beauty and the Beast" which involves some Demon Will