#hannigram hallmark

[doppelgangem]

Manifesting this Hallmark classic

[hughdancysnonexistentpubes]

Okay but isn't Will's whole to be or not to be a killer dilemma super similar to that of an unsatisfied housewife where suddenly this annoying but charming guy shows up and at first she tries to reject him but he knows so much about her hobbies (murder) so they can talk for hours and hours, and suddenly she likes him a lot and she wants to run away with him and go on adventures (killing spree) but she's torn because it would be wrong and irresponsible even though it would ultimately be more fulfilling and exactly what will's always dreamed of

[slashyrogue]

Will doesn't know why he's here.

The teachers' conference had been postponed seven times in the past year, mostly because no one wanted to be stuck in Alaska listening to speakers telling them things they already knew.

Not even if they got paid.

He'd declined the last few years, mostly using the dogs as an excuse, but when Bev got sick just before the new dates changed to Christmas week she volunteered to watch his pack.

"Bev..."

"Go, Will," she said, coughing, "Go away from this sad house, get drunk, and maybe make a few friends out of your coworkers."

Will reluctantly agrees to go, despite being one of only four who said yes, and flied to Alaska with Gregory, Edgar, and Elisa all of which are in their late sixties to seventies and teach Shop, Gym, Math, and Home Economics while him being the lone science teacher made them all look at him oddly.

So now he's stuck, mostly alone, but in a very nice resort with people he has no desire to talk to.

Not a great Christmas week for him.

The second day had been a chore, long and boring the entire time, so now as he sat down by the fire he only hoped no one came to talk to him.

"Is this seat taken?"

Will looked up, ready to say yes, and blinked his cheeks turning red.

"I...um...no?"

The man that sat down beside him was dressed to the nines, his clothes so expensive looking that Will was sure he didn't belong here, and as he sipped from his mug Will was at a loss for words. He stared at him out of the corner of his eye, unable to stop, and wondered just where the most handsome man he'd ever seen had been hiding the last two days.

"Are you enjoying the conference?"

Will blinked. "What?"

The man smiled at him. "The conference," he repeated, his accent making Will's stomach flip, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Will blushed. "I...um..."

He sipped his mug, still eyeing Will, who then let out a long sigh.

"No, no, not at all," he said, laughing, "If I have to listen to one more old man tell me that 'kids these days' need nothing but a sharp paddle I think I might stab someone."

The man laughed. "Yes, I....I agree. I just had to run from another group of people lamenting the 'horrors of the internet' like progress is a monster under their beds."

Will sighed. "Finally, someone who doesn't think progress is a bad thing."

"No, not at all, I...I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself," the man said, holding out his hand for Will to take.

Will took his hand, the strength of his grip doing things to Will, and shook.

"Will Graham."

"Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

"Doctor?" Will asked, "What...I mean...what do you teach?"

Hannibal smiled. "I am a guidance counselor. Yourself?"

Will blushed, pushing his glasses up his face. "Biology."

"We both help young people learn things about their bodies then, though I deal in their mind and feelings and you...tell them everything else."

Will smiled. "I guess," he said, "I...I still can't believe they made this near Christmas. Most people have things to do."

"And families to come home to," Hannibal finished, his smile fading.

Will frowned. "I didn't mean to change the subject or bring down the room. I just..."

"You didn't, Will, I assure you. I just...I suppose I lament at times not being able to use a family as an excuse."

"You don't..."

"My immediate family have long since passed, and I am unattached. Yourself?"

"Same," he said, "I guess we're just a couple of sad, single people."

"I wouldn't call myself sad," Hannibal said, sipping his mug, "Just...lonesome at times."

"Yeah."

They both looked at the fire.

"So...."

"Oh Hannibal, where are you?"

Hannibal froze.

"I...."

Will looked around and spotted a woman walking through the crowd. he quickly grabbed Hannibal's hand, pulling and the two of them ran for the stairs. He resisted the urge to laugh as they ran and went right to his room opening with his keycard. They ran inside, shutting it, and leaned against the door panting for breath.

They looked at each other, still breathing heavy, and before Will could even second guess himself, he kissed him. It was a messy kiss, years of not kissing at all making him rusty, but he grabbed Hannibal's tie pulling him toward the bed where they both fell back. Neither of them said a word as they pulled off clothes, and before long Will was stroking a stranger's cock, staring into crimson eyes, and groaning as Hannibal pulled back to take him into his mouth. He pulled his hair hard, making Hannibal groan, and came with a shout feeling like he'd run a marathon. Hannibal crawled closer, and Will reached for him, stroking fast, and they kissed again just as he came in Will's palm.

Both of them tried to catch their breaths after, staring into each other's eyes, and burst out laughing as they laid there.

"So," Will said, smiling, "That happened."

"Yes, it did."

"It was...."

"Amazing."

"Yeah," Will said, kissing him again, "It was pretty great."

Hannibal took Will's hand, licking his own mess from Will's palm, and Will sighed.

"Would you be averse to...doing it again?"

Will shook his head. "No?"

Hannibal kissed his cheek. "I'm glad to hear it. May I stay?"

"Stay," Will said, still smiling, "Stay."

Hannibal smiled, touching his cheek. "I will, though I think we need a shower. Lest we fell asleep messily."

Will nodded. "Ok."

The shower as fast, and somehow Will found himself on his knees sucking off a stranger even as Hannibal struggled to come a second time, and after Hannibal kissed him so much he was dizzy with it.

He collapsed first but Hannibal hugged him so tightly from behind he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"Breakfast?" he mumbled, "In the morning?"

"Any requests?"

Will sighed, his eyes heavy. "Other than you?"

Hannibal kissed his cheek. "I will surprise you."

Will woke up to Hannibal eating him out, and covered his mouth when he came, shouting out as his orgasm was ripped from him. He moaned as Hannibal rutted against him after, not thrusting inside but the friction was so good he almost felt like he was.

He sighed loudly after, smiling up at the ceiling, and Hannibal kissed his cheek.

"I suppose we are no longer bored now."

Will grinned at him. "No at all."

"What do you suppose we continue this for the duration of our stay? No strings, just..."

"Fun?"

"Yes."

He kissed him, touching his cheek. "Definitely yes."

"I think, perhaps, we're about to think differently about this conference."

Will laughed. "Very, very, differently. I think maybe Santa came...early...for us both."

Hannibal kissed him again. "I think so too, Will. I think so too."

Will looked into his eyes, heart skipping a beat.

"Stay? Just for another few hours?"

"We'll miss our conference meetings this morning."

"And?"

Hannibal pulled him close, and Will sighed laying his head on Hannibal's chest. "I think perhaps this a much better use of our time here."

"Me too," Will sighed, nuzzling his chest hair, "Me too.

[wulfhalls]

charlie's "haladriel is ambiguous" gives me the flashbacks to hugh's "hannigram is platonic" 😭 why are men like that 😭

hallmarks of a top tier ship! everyone be saying whatever for fun no thoughts! director: they're in love! charlie: 🤷‍♂️ morfydd: not in the room. meanwhile he looking at her like that. I'll be drawing my own conclusions

[anonymouslydeadactuallywrites]

Collecting Hannigram Fic That I Like For Future Ref #1

Pavlova - Chapter 1 - nbcravenstag - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Pavlova by nbcravenstag is a fantastic au where Will was pole dancer in his past and has to resume his place as one for a case. I love how the team's dynamic is written so jovially about the whole situation. Their possessive!Hannibal is delightful. And, Will when he is performing its a perfect show of how fun a confident will is. 10/10

Like a Lucid Dream - Chapter 1 - Hiding Now (HidingNow) - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Like A Lucid Dream by Hiding Now (HidingNow) is such a good post fall fic. It has my favorite trope of Will and Hannibal writing each other while Hannibal's in prison and I love the insight that brings to Will's characterization. It's full of fun twists and turns and has the most delightfully feral Will. 10/10 totally recommend.

perda de memória - bleakmidwinter - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Perda de Memoria by bleakmidwinter is another excellent post fall fic with hannibal losing his memories. The emotional rollarcoaster that Will goes through along this fic had me wanting to cry. 10/10 good prose

A Faint Glimmer - berlynn_wohl - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

A Faint Glimmer by berlynn_wohl is smut with demi!Will. I love ace fics with my hannigram and this one does not disappoint! I like how the fic handles Will's sexuality, laying down his history with it and how it affects his character, along with delivering good smut. 10/10

Beauty Not Needed Here - krabellen - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Beauty Not Needed Here by krabellen delivers another good ace fic! This one is an ace!Hannibal fic. I love how vulnerable it paints Hannibal, how open he acts with Will post fall, and the snuggles are cute. 10/10

The New Arrangement - viaorel - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The New Arrangement by viaorel has a fic with Mischa and Will being buddies at the FBI Academy when Will runs into Mischa's weird brother. I love this fic for the Mischa/Will friendship along with all the details that are fun to look at like Hannibal being a (gasp) vegan in this one. Mischa is also a sassy lil shit in this fic and its delightful.

Leave Your Message after the Tone - OneWhoSitsWithTurtles - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Leave Your Message after the Tone by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles is a delicious fic. I love the premise of Will calling Hannibal's cell to hear his voice while hes imprisoned and leaving messages. It's just good shit. 10/10

Axiom - BattyMadison - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Axiom by BattyMadison deliciously outlines Will's pain throughout this series and lets him spit that in Hannibal's face while also letting them reconcile. Will also fucks off to Alaska like Eve and Villainelle should've What more could you want? 10./10

Five Times Hannibal Visits Will and One Time He's Already Home (or: Coffee Cake) - Chapter 1 - bones_2_be - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Coffee Cake by bones_2_be is such a cozy fucking fic. I love it so much. Most of the fic is Hannibal showing up at Will's house when he can after he ran off post Verger Farm, and its so domestic and funnn.

Rewind for a Better Tomorrow - Chapter 1 - loptrl - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Time travel fic! Rewind for a Better Tomorrow by loptrl is so fucking good at giving a Hannibal who loves his man enough to figure out time travel and fix it so Will doesn't suffer as much. So sweet. So good. The twist halfway through is the best. 10/10

when memories snow (when memories melt) - antiheroblake - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Oh I love this fic by antiheroblake. It's hurt/comfort postfall where Will gets sick with pneumonia but doesn't want Hannibal to fuss over him since Hannibal gave him a bunh of medical trauma. It hurts but its goood 10/10

A Christmas to Remember - Chapter 1 - EarthsickWithoutYou - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Hallmark Christmas but Hannigram. Thats it and its goood man. Hannigram got together and divorced but run into each other again when they show up at the same resort for Christmas with new partners where Santa conspires to set them up again. 10/10

[lettucewrapsupreme]

omg thank you so much for the tag. I feel so special :)))

3 ships: Byler, Hannigram, and Buddie

First ship: umm… probably Tris and Four from the Divergent series (yikes for me)

Last song: You’re The One That I Want from Grease (I just got out of dress rehearsal haha)

Last movie: Love Under the Christmas Table aka the best Hallmark film ever made

Currently reading: nothing bc I’m waiting to get new books on Christmas before starting anything

Currently watching: Boy Meets World (again)

Currently consuming: way too many pictures of NHL players

Currently craving: the puppy chow on my kitchen counter

Tags (no pressure at all y’all!!): @forever-augustine @mikewheelersmomisamilf @gabigirl @mwheelerz @merthurfan-blog @stillabeliever @willbyersprotector03 @mermaid200gucci @thebadbatch2022

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

thank you @louwhose for the tag!!

3 ships: zelink (who else), victuuri, midzel specifically twilight princess

first ever ship: me and link tbh i was like 9 and just discovered twilight princess

last song: orgy for one by ninja sex party

last movie: not sure if this counts as a movie but the documentary “fantastic fungi” on netflix

currently reading: various fanfictions, but just started rereading Alone With You by the lovely @deiliamedlini

currently watching: whatever game grumps compilations come up in my recommended on youtube

currently consuming: idk if this means food or media so i’ll answer both. for food i just got a sausage and egg breakfast burrito (no cheese i dont like cheddar cheese) that i’m about to demolish. for media i’ve been playing minecraft like it’s 2012 and they just added ocelots

currently craving: breakfast burrito so like good thing i just went and got one

tags: i don’t know 9 people so @cityofperpetualgloom @feralratkid @niobiummm and anyone else who wants to participate!! <3

[computer-bouquet]

obsessed with how open literally everyone in hannibal is abt the absolute Dynamic between will and hannibal. mr sexyvoice italiano going "he sent you his heart" like that's a normal conclusion to draw like. i have no choice but to assume that everyone around them is constantly exchanging Looks just off camera

[thebeautyofbloodinthemoonlight]

Hannibal is the head strong workaholic business women and Will is the wholesome country man who shows him the true meaning of Christmas.

[some-sick-deja-vu]

“It isn’t that I regret giving you the job, or that I’m not happy to see you.” Hannibal snapped.  "Honestly, Will...it’s you who clearly deserves a good spanking.”

 Chapter 2 of "Crown for Christmas" is up now!  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35586796/chapters/88718248

[byk23]

Is there a Hannibal Christmas prompt advent this year?

I miss making manips and doing Christmas art. Please tag me if you spot one.

[doppelgangem]

Once a rom com, always a rom com

[notdrhanniballecter]

It's our love language.

men love to bite each other

[slashyrogue]

Hannigram AU: The Christmas Waltz

A month before his wedding Will Graham decided to surprise his wife-to-be with a gift: dance lessons. The lessons would last all the way to their big day, which happened to be on Christmas Eve.

Molly had always dreamed of a Christmas wedding ever since she was a little girl and though their guest list was a bit small even Will was excited to finally make her dream a reality.  

A reality that wasn’t meant to be.

He sat across from her in Bon Appetit, her favorite Italian restaurant and the same place he’d proposed, as she tearfully told him she was getting back with her ex-husband.

“I...we...we just...I didn’t expect it but...Will, I love him. We’re meant to be a family.”

Will dug his nails into the chair beneath him as he forced himself to smile when she handed him her engagement ring.

“All I want is for you to be happy, Moll,” he whispered, taking her hands, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

They hugged and Will held on a bit too long but he forced himself to pull away leaving the restaurant quickly. The tears didn’t start to fall till he got into his car, and he pulled out the envelope with the dance lesson receipt inside tossing it onto the chair beside him. The ring was still in his pocket, stabbing into his chest, but he didn’t dare look a it again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He hit his head on the steering wheel, stomach in knots, and took several breaths before he pulled out of the parking lot.

The ride home was a blur, and he passed out on his bed fast waking up the next morning feeling like shit.

He’d taken the day off today, wanting to prepare for their lesson, and now he was immensely thrilled they’d decided to wait to move in together. Molly had said it was for Walter, her son, but part of him wondered if she knew that even after a year she’d change her mind.

Will sighed when he heard Winston’s collar jingle and held out his hand for the dog to lick. “Good morning, buddy.”

Winston had always been a bit standoffish with Molly.

He’d liked her dogs though.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

“Always the groomsmen, never the groom,” he whispered, letting his hand snake inside his suit jacket.

The ring was a modest diamond, but still pretty.

Will stared at the way the diamond shined for way too long before put the ring back into his pocket. He stood up, groaning, and pulled his cell phone out.

Pas De Duex was a bit more upscale than Will usually went for but he’d gone there because they were the best. The clerk at the desk had looked like she thought Will was shit on her shoe even when he shelled out a thousand dollars for weekly classes. He hesitated before he looked the place up again, and waited for someone to answer.

“Hello, may I help you?” an oddly accented man asked.

“Um, yeah, this is Will Graham. I signed up for classes the other day? I was just wondering if I could cancel over the phone or if I had to come there in person to get a refund?”

There was a pause.

“We do not offer refunds.”

Will blinked, rubbing his eyes. “What? How...”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Graham, but this is a very private and selective business. We only took your wedding dance class because of a cancelation. The dance instructor is very...”

“Oh fuck you, seriously? You think you’re so goddamn special?”

“Mr. Graham...”

“I’m coming down there, buddy. Try saying this shit to my face!”

Will nearly jumped out of bed, a man on a mission, and got hastily dressed. He fed Winston and took him outside to do his business before heading out. Will was laser focused on tearing that snooty asshole on the phone a new one, so much so that he nearly got into two accidents on the way, and when he pushed his way inside Pas De Deux he nearly fell in the entryway.

Several people stared at his arrival, and he caught his breath seeing the same red haired receptionist he’d bought classes from only twelve hours ago.

She grinned at him. “Mr. Graham, I assume?”

Will glared at her. “Mr. Snooty on the phone tell you I was coming?”

The redhead, Freddie her nametag read, nodded still smiling as she pointed to her left. “Mr. Lecter is in the studio if you still wish to speak with him about our cancelation policy.”

Will stood up straight, fixing his rumpled suitcoat, and stomped down the hallway. The hallway ended in an open area where he could hear music wafting through, and when he got down to the end he froze at what he saw.

There was an oddly handsome man dancing alone with what appeared to be an imaginary partner. He danced beautifully, not one toe out of place, and when he turned a third time he seemed to spot Will.

“Hello, may I help you?” he asked, smiling as he got closer.

Will knew from his voice that this was the man on the phone from earlier. He suddenly found himself a bit tongue tied. “Um...I’m...”

“Mr. Graham,” the man finished, his warm smile fading, “I apologize but we do not offer cancelations.”

He suddenly felt the ring poke his chest and tears filled his eyes.

“Oh god,” he said, falling to his knees.

“Mr. Graham! What’s...”

Will fell forward, pressing his hands to his face, and a sudden sob came unbidden from out of nowhere.

And the ring that was inside his pocket fell to the dancefloor rolling away from him.

He sniffled, reaching to grab at the same time that Mr. Lecter did the same. Their finger brushed and Will recoiled, staring up at him. The way Mr. Lecter stared at the ring made Will feel even more embarrassed.

“I...”

“She called off your wedding.”

Will grabbed for the ring and was given it with care. He stood up and his legs shook as he glared.

“That’s none of your business.”

The frown he got in response made him want to throw up.

“I will give you your cancelation.”

He shook his head. “Don’t pity me. I can lose a grand, it’s...”

A warm hand hit his shoulder and Will slumped forward suddenly falling into Mr. Lecter’s chest. He smelled like expensive cologne and a bit like sweat but still very nice.

“I’m sorry, Mister...”

“Will,” he said, his voice cracking, “It’s Will. I...fuck.”

Mr. Lecter smiled. “Hannibal,” he said, still clutching Will’s shoulder, “My name is Hannibal.”

Will sniffled wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry about all this. I just...it just happened last night.”

Hannibal frowned. “I see. Would you...like to have a cup of tea? We would have complete privacy in my office.”

He stared at Hannibal for far too long before he answered. “I...”

“I promise you no one will see the state you’re in,” Hannibal promised. “It’s right behind that door.”

Will turned to see a rather impressive looking door at the back of the room. He sighed. “Yeah,” he said, chuckling a bit, “I...I’d really like some tea.”

Hannibal led him toward the door that opened on a rather expensive looking office that had a couch where he sat down. It also had a fully operational automatic tea kettle, sink, and a perfectly ordered desk.

“I admit your call this morning was a bit of a surprise. I don’t normally get such a response.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Will mumbled, leaning back against the couch, “I just...had a shit night.”

“I’m sure.”

“I didn’t even get to tell her about the classes,” Will murmured, watching Hannibal make their tea, “It was a surprise.”

Hannibal handed Will a very expensive looking teacup and sat down beside him. He watched Will with an odd focus, and when Will let out a sigh of appreciation he smiled.

“I take it you like the tea?”

“It’s great,” Will said, smiling back, “I...you know, you don’t have to give me the refund. I know you don’t usually...”

Hannibal sipped his own tea, still eyeing Will, and pulled the teacup back to look at him seriously. “No, I will honor what I promised. Your circumstances are...worthy of an exception. But...have you thought about...keeping the classes and taking them alone?”

Will blinked. “Alone? Why would I need dance classes?”

“Dance is a rather good distraction for me when I’m feeling low. Perhaps it would be of some help to you?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nah, I’m not...I’m no dancer.”

“Anyone can be a dancer, Will. Some people are just better at dance than others and if they’re lucky they can...find the right partner who will make them exceptional.”

They stared at each other for far too long without saying a word and Will blushed, setting the teacup down on the table beside the couch.

“No, I think I just...no.”

“Of course it’s entirely up to you,” Hannibal said, standing as he walked to his desk again, "I just thought I would ask. Would a check suffice? Or would you prefer cash?”

Will felt his cheeks warm as he watched him sit and open a drawer. “Um, a check is okay.”

He watched him pull out a checkbook and begin to write.

“It was a month’s worth of sessions, correct?”

“Um…”

Will suddenly felt his earlier sadness returning as the ring poked at his chest again.

“I…”

“Will?”

He stared at the closed door to the dance studio. “You...you said dancing helps you?”

Hannibal didn’t answer for a moment. “Yes, very much so. I think if I didn’t have dancing as an outlet I would unleash my upset in more...destructive ways.”

Will swallowed past the lump in his throat as he turned to look at Hannibal again. “Would you be the one who instructed me?”

Hannibal’s smile widened. “Yes, of course.”

He let out a long breath, his hands shaking, and nodded. “I think I...I want to keep them. The lessons. Unless you think you can fill them in or…”

Hannibal closed the checkbook and put both his hands on the desk. “I would be delighted to be your teacher, Will. I think we would dance beautifully together.”

Will blushed, chuckling. “Probably not, but...I think it’ll be a good distraction from now until Christmas.”

He watched Hannibal walk across the room and open the door to the studio. The room still had music playing and it was oddly inviting to Will. “ I’m certain I can teach you a proper waltz by Christmas. Would you....like to start today?”

Will suddenly had butterflies in his stomach as he stared at him. “I...yeah. I think I would.”

Hannibal walked into the studio and held out his hand. Will took his hand and was startled when he was pulled tight to Hannibal’s chest. The warmth of his breath tickled Will’s nose.

“Then...let’s begin.”

[warmpants]

I like poking fun at BFs because the creator is weird and whatever and i think that fanfiction’s impact on original media is devastating to see but I don’t even get the “we don’t want LGBT media that’s fluffy and unrealistic” takes like are you people fucking insane???? like not all lgbt media needs to be “good/realistic representation” and I’m tired of people acting like it does. can media w lgbt characters not just exist w out it catering to every single lgbt experience/trying to portray all aspects of the community realistically. 1) your experience = the ultimate correct and real LGBT experience and 2) can an LGBT creator not just want to tell a story or make something for fun? I could certainly articulate this better but you guys need to get over yourselves like cishet people get 3649363839 shitty copy and paste Hallmark rom coms so why can’t we have shit that’s just for fun too. one day it’s “can we get happy lgbt characters who don’t just suffer all the time” and the next day it’s “ummmm where’s the hannigram levels of toxicity? that’s the only lgbt media I care about anymore.” I’m also less inclined to criticize this shit when it’s made by actual LGBT creators because i’d rather indie lgbt creators have their shit blow up than hollywood proshippers and fetishistic straight women. but yeah. I don’t understand this dictating of what other lgbt people can create and then basing that content’s worth on whether or not it “accurately portrays the lgbt experience.” not everything needs ti be deep and edgy not everything needs to have complex metaphors and some higher meaning like maybe some people just like to have fun…idk!

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

For someone complaining that others have no reading comprehension, you sure missed the point where they said they were running the event because there hadn’t been an all-ships event in TW fandom for years (although there have been)... and then excluded a ship from theirs, didn’t you? 

You’re absolutely right that they can put whatever rules they want on their event. But that doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to point and laugh at their blatant hypocrisy. 

bunnywest is especially hilarious. Yeah, dumbass, it’s not the age gap that’s the problem, and it was never presented as such. It’s the particular line the age gap might cross that they don’t want to see happen in the works submitted to them.

So what is the problem then? Maybe you can clarify, because the mods sure haven’t. It it’s not the age gap, then what is it? Is it that Peter is *gasp* bad? Is it that Steter is problematic or toxic? Because if you think that’s the reason, you’re another one who doesn’t understand how shipping works. 

There is no such thing as a good or a bad ship. There is no ship that is so fluffy and pure in canon that it can’t be made into a “dead dove don’t eat” fic, and no ship that’s too toxic in canon for writers to turn into something sweet and soft. I’ve read Hannigram that would make Hallmark say, “It’s a little too saccharine, don’t you think?” 

It’s the particular line the age gap might cross 

So what’s the line, and who judges where it is, and, more importantly, why are they worried about Steter crossing it, but not Sceo or Steo or Marrish or Stalia or any other ship? 

Makes you feel like a big grown-up to pick on what, to you, are allegedly just a bunch of kids?

You know that someone’s kids aren’t always underage, right? Like they don’t stop being your kids when they turn 18. You don’t start suddenly referring to them as “my adults.” Saying that people are younger than your kids doesn’t mean they’re underage. 

Sounds like Bunny’s not the one here who actually needs to get some reading comprehension. 

I just want to clarify with the pedophilia thing, are you talking like I wouldn’t be able to write canon age sterek/steter/etc or are you talking like “shota” stiles fics?

Hey anon! Sterek is fine, although we ask that if Derek is his canon age, Stiles is at least 18 when any relationship happens. Steter isn't allowed, both for the age difference & because it is often an abusive dynamic. We also, for obvious reasons, would not be allowing any "shota" fics.

[doppelgangem]