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Will Graham: Where Fear Rests

Warning: Please proceed with caution, if you're familiar with the tv show then I assume you already know what you're getting yourself in to

Alana Bloom sat across from Jack Crawford in his office, arms crossed as she weighed his request.

“Jack, (y/n) left for a reason. Between us, that case she worked on in Oregon nearly broke her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone spiral like that and as her friend, I refuse to let that happen again. I almost quit and moved out there with her. It was bad.”

“I know that Alana,” Jack sighed, rubbing his temples. “But she's one of she’s the best profiler I’ve ever seen, and we need her. I can’t afford to let this case slip any further.”

“I know she is, Jack. She’s always been brilliant. Ever since we were kids. You think she wants to come back just because you ask nicely?”

Jack’s gaze hardened. “I don’t care if she wants to come back. I care that there’s a serial killer out there and it’s my ass on the line right now. We need her insight. Please Alana. I don’t ask you for much.”

Alana exhaled, shaking her head. “I can ask her. But if she says no, that’s the end of it.”

Three days later, the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit was abuzz with whispers. Alana’s childhood best friend had arrived, the legendary profiler who stepped away from the field after a case in Oregon nearly had her committed into a psychiatric unit.

The Salem Slasher they called him. He had been on a two year-long killing spree before (y/n) was able to track him down. Nobody knows how she did it and she didn’t really talk about it. She wasn’t even deemed competent to trail when it was time for her to get on the stand.

She had barely set foot in Quantico before the gossip spread.

Will Graham stood near the back of the room, observing from a distance as she spoke with Jack. He had read her work, seen her case studies - she was a mastermind. There was no one in the field that was better than her.

She was also absolutely stunning.

Not in an ostentatious way, but in a way that made the room feel smaller around her. He had expected sharp eyes, a calculating presence, someone who carried the weight of every crime scene she’d ever stepped into. And she did - but she also had an undeniable warmth about her, a softness that belied the horrors she had seen.

She had this quiet confidence, an ease that was rare in their line of work. Her voice was smooth, her tone measured as she spoke to Jack with a firm boundary: “If this case gets to be too much, I walk.”

Jack nodded, agreeing to her terms, but Will could see it in his eyes - he wasn’t going to let her leave easily.

Hannibal Lecter, ever the observant psychiatrist, was already watching Will.

“You seem intrigued, Will,” he mused, his voice carrying amusement. “I take it you’re familiar with her? From what I’ve heard, she’s a genius. I haven’t had the luxury of reading any of her publications.”

Will cleared his throat, feeling suddenly like a bug under a microscope. “You should. She’s good at what she does.”

Hannibal’s smile was small, knowing. “That sounds like an understatement.”

Alana practically sprinted across the office to embrace her friend in a hug. The two of them momentarily caught up before Jack ushered her into a briefing room. Hannibal and Will joined the trio in the office and Will took the seat furthest away from the woman and Hannibal sat down beside him.

“We need your help.” Jack wasted no time getting to the point. “We’re dealing with a killer who isn’t following any discernible pattern. The bodies are piling up, and we look like a bunch of dogs chasing our tails in a circle.”

“Walk me through what you have now.” She shrugged out of her blazer jacket leaving a light pink blouse that Will thought complemented her skin perfectly.

(y/n) listened intently as the team laid out the details of the case, her gaze flicking between the crime scene photos and victim profiles. Will couldn’t stop watching her. The way she chewed her lip in thought, the way her fingers drummed lightly against the table - it was mesmerizing.

She spoke with the certainty of someone who had been in the darkest parts of the human psyche and came back sharper for it. There was an elegance to the way she unraveled the case, her voice steady even as she discussed the grotesque details that had Alana looking a little sick.

After a couple of hours of going through everything they had, (y/n) excused herself to the bathroom and Alana followed to make sure her friend was alright.

“You don’t have to stare, you know,” Hannibal murmured beside him causing Jack to chuckle.

“I’m not staring.” Will’s jaw tightened. Hannibal simply hummed, unconvinced.

“Will, you look like you’ve forgotten how to speak.” Jack said. “You’re one of the sharpest men I know and I get one beautiful woman around you and suddenly all that goes out the window.”

Will scowled but said nothing, focusing instead on the case file in his hands. The teasing was inevitable, but he wasn’t about to indulge them.

By the end of the meeting, she was already offering insights that no one else had considered. Will could see it happening in real time - Jack’s posture shifted, the weight of his shoulders lifting slightly. They had all known she was good, but watching her work was something else entirely.

And then, just as they were wrapping up, she turned to Will.

“You’re the empath, right?”

Will blinked. This was the first time she had acknowledged him. “Yeah.”

She tilted her head slightly. “That must be exhausting. I hope you’ve got good coping mechanisms.”

As the team began packing up their belongings, Jack pulled Hannibal aside. “What do you think?”

Hannibal’s eyes flicked to where Will stood, still watching her as she gathered her notes. “I think she will be a great asset to the case,” he said smoothly. Then, with a little chuckle, he added, “And I think Will Graham may be in trouble.”

Over the next few days, Will found himself struggling with something unfamiliar: nervousness. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, especially not over another person.

She had a habit of bringing coffee to the team in the morning, and for some reason, will was always included in her rounds. The first time she handed him a cup - “A splash of cream, almond milk, and three sugars” - he was too surprised to say anything but a mumbled “thank you.”

(y/n) smiled, then turned away before he could think of anything else to say. She went to catch up with Alana, the two of them laughing as they made their way back into the briefing room. (y/n) would be speaking to local law enforcement this morning.

“Speechless?” Hannibal teased as he walked by.

“No, she’s just being nice.” Will shrugged, trying to downplay the way his heart had jumped.

“Sure Graham,” Jack smirked, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Will shot him a look before taking a sip. It was perfect.

The tension in the case room had grown heavier with each passing day. More bodies had turned up, each more grotesque than the last. The killer was escalating, and the stress was beginning to wear on everyone - especially (y/n).

Will had noticed it before anyone else. The way her shoulder tenses, the slight tremor in her fingers when she held a file for too long, the way she went mute for a couple of moments when staring at crime scene photos. Though Will was the first to notice, he wasn’t the only one.

Jack started to pick up on the subtle way Will watched her, how his attention always seemed to be drawn toward her whenever she walked into a room. He’d caught Will staring at her coffee cup more times than he cared to admit, watching as she took absentminded sips while pouring over evidence. Will had never been particularly good at hiding things, least of all her emotions, and Jack wasn’t one to let something like this slide.

“You should just ask her out,” Alana said casually one afternoon, her voice light but knowing. She was perched on the edge of Jack’s desk, flipping through a case file.

Will tensed immediately. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Alana.”

The brunette scoffed. “Oh please. You’ve been making googly eyes at her since she walked into this building.”

Jack smirked from across the room, arms folded. “She is impressive. Probably the best we’ve had here. But you can’t even string together a full sentence around her.”

“Maybe don’t ask her out then.” Alana threw her head back laughing. “That would be embarrassing.”

Will swallowed, shifting uncomfortable. It was true, he had spent the past few days in a state of near-paralysis whenever she was around.

She wasn’t just another brilliant profiler; she was the profiler. The one everyone whispered about in the bureau, the one who cracked the hardest cases, the one Jack Crawford had to practically beg Alana to bring in. And yet, when she was around, when she was looking at him with those curious intelligent eyes, he felt like the least articulate man on the planet.

Instead of responding, Will turned back to the case file in front of him, pretending to be engrossed in the details of the latest victim. But even then, he could feel Alana’s amused gaze on him.

That evening, she surprised him.

“Will,” her voice was soft, hesitant. He turned to find her standing in the hallway, her coat draped over her arm.

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come by my place tonight,” she said, shifting her weight slightly. “I’m at a bed and breakfast just outside of town, and I figured … we could go over the case. Somewhere that doesn’t smell like death. Only if that’s something you’re comfortable with. You’re more than welcome to tell me no.”

Will was shocked, hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

The drive to the bed and breakfast was quiet, comfortable. The place (y/n) was staying was small, tucked away on the outskirts of the city. It was warm inside, the scent of lavender and something vaguely sweet filling the air. It was so different from Will’s house, which always smelled like damp wood and dogs.

(y/n) led him into the small sitting area of her suite, where files were already spread out on the coffee table.

“Do you ever stop?” he asked, sitting down beside her.

She let out a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Not really.”

They went through the case details together, bouncing theories off one another. But Will could see the exhaustion creeping into her posture. It wasn’t just from the case - it was something deeper, something that had been gnawing at her long before she had arrived here.

She told Will that she was going to take a shower and that he was welcome to eat anything in the kitchen while she was gone. He took that time to look around the house trying to get to know her better.

“It’s hard to sleep,” she admitted after coming back into the living room. “Sometimes a hot shower helps.”

Looking over at her Will realized this was the first time he hadn’t seen her in business clothes. She wore an oversized University of Maryland sweatshirt and fuzzy socks.

“Because of the case?” Will questioned.

She shook her head. “Because I don’t like sleeping alone.”

The words hung between them, heavy and unspoken. Will wasn’t sure how to respond. He had always preferred solitude, but the way she said it, the way her voice wavered slightly, told him this wasn’t just about loneliness. This was about something else entirely.

(y/n) dropped down on the couch and Will watched as she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her around them. “Ever since Oregon, it’s been like this,” she murmured. “I thought taking time off would help, but the silence is worse than the noise.”

He didn’t push, didn’t ask for details, though his mind was already racing. Instead he simply nodded, understanding in a way that didn’t require words.

“You can sleep,” he said softly. “I’ll stay.”

She studied his face, searching for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she exhaled and leaned back against the back of the couch, pulling a throw blanket over her. “Just until I fall asleep?”

Will nodded. “Yeah.”

(y/n) closed her eyes, and for a while, everything was still.

Then the nightmare came.

Her breathing hitched first, her fingers curling into the blanket. Then came the whimper, soft and barely audible. Will’s chest tightened as he watched her face twist in distress, her body tensing as if she was preparing to fight off some unseen force. He hesitated only for a second before reaching out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, voice low but firm, trying not to startle her. “It’s just a dream.”

(y/n) jerked away with a sharp inhale, her eyes wide and unfocused. For a moment, she wasn’t there - she was somewhere else, somewhere dark and terrifying. Will could see it in her expression, in the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, in the way she blinked as if trying to bring herself back to the present.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re here. I’m here. You’re safe (y/n).”

“Sorry,” she whispered, her fingers clutching the fabric of his sleeve like a lifeline. “That was-”

“Oregon?” Will guessed. “The Salem Slasher?”

She swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yeah.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and released her grip on his sleeve. “I don’t talk about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Will said gently. “But if you ever want to, I’ll listen.”

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time, he saw something shift in her expression. A small crack in the carefully built walls she had put up.

“He taunted me for months leading up to his capture,” (y/n) began staring out the window, not able to meet Will’s eyes. “I knew the type of man he was - young, confident, good-looking, calculating. There’s no way you murder 22 women without being those things. He held them captive for weeks before releasing them, hunting them down like prey and killing them with one single stab to the heart with a dagger. I started to close in on him and his victimology changed.”

“They started to look like you,” Will filled in. “I’ve never seen a serial killer change like that before.” He remembered the victims changing and starting to look eerily similar to (y/n). Same skin color, same hair type, same body build.

“I knew he was doing it to scare me. To show just how close he could get to me. He delivered a severed head to my door. For weeks I was scared to close my eyes. I didn’t want to die like those other women. I didn’t want to be hunted down. And he made a mistake. A mistake so small that if you didn’t know what you were looking for, you would’ve missed it. The last victim, Brandy Young, he got sloppy with her. Left a dog hair on her shirt. Sometimes I wonder if he did it on purpose. I didn’t even want to interview him, but he would only tell me where he hid the victims.”

Eventually she broke down and started sobbing into Will’s chest as he held her close.

The first light of morning filtered through the gauzy curtains of the bed and breakfast, casting soft golden hues over the living room.

Alana Bloom balanced a takeout try in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other as she nudged open the front door with her hip. She had just stopped by the little café down the street, intent on surprising her best friend with breakfast.

She knew how difficult it was for (y/n) to sleep, how restless the nights had been since arriving. She hadn’t wanted to push too much, but the signs were obvious. The dark circles beneath her eyes, the way she carried herself a little heavier each day, the way her walls, already so well-fortified, seemed even more impenetrable than before.

But as Alana stepped inside, expecting to find (y/n) curled up on the couch alone, she stopped dead in her tracks. There, tangled together on the light gray sectional, were Will Graham and her best friend.

Will was on his back, one arm tucked under his head, the other loosely draped over her waist. She had pressed herself into his side at some point during the night, her face half-buried in his chest. The steady rise and fall of their breathing was in perfect sync.

A slow grin spread across Alana’s face as she set the coffee and pastries down on the nearest table.

“Well, well,” she murmured to herself before clearing her throat. “Good morning, lovebirds.”

The response was immediate. Will inhaled sharply, jerking upright so quickly he nearly sent (y/n) tumbling off the coach. She slowly sat up, groggy and confused, blinking up at Alana’s smirking face.

“Alana?” Her voice was thick with sleep, her hair an absolute mess. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Alana said teasingly before her eyes flickered toward Will, who was reaching for his glasses, his face turning an alarming shade of red. “But I think I have my answer.”

(y/n) properly sat up, stretching before looking over at Will. He looked positively horrified.

“Alana, it’s not -” Will started, but she held up a hand.

“Oh, please don’t ruin this for me. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move since the day she got here.” Alana turned back to her friend. “You really had no idea, did you?”

“No idea about what?” (y/n) blinked trying to wake up.

Alana groaned dramatically. “Will has been completely, hopelessly infatuated with you since the moment he laid eyes on you.”

Will pulled away from (y/n), jumping off the couch like it had caught fire. “It’s time for me to go. I have work. A lot of work to do.” He practically fled, barely stopping to grab his jackets and shoes as he rushed out the door, leaving behind a stunned duo.

“Did that really just happen?” (y/n) turned to look at Alana.

“Yeah.” Alana sighed, plopping down on the now-empty couch. “It really did,”

Will arrived at the FBI office thirty minutes later, hoping he could shake off the embarrassment of the morning, but he had barely made it inside before he realized that was a lost cause. Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter were already waiting for him.

“Well, well,” Jack said, echoing Alana’s words from earlier. “Look who decided to show up.”

Will sighed, adjusting his glasses as he walked past them, determined to ignore whatever conversation was about to unfold.

“You seem … well-rested,” Hannibal observed.

“Must’ve been quite a night.” Jack smirked.

Will grounded, rubbing his temples. “Nothing happened.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack said, clearly not convinced. “And yet, you look guilty as hell.”

Before Will could even argue, (y/n) walked in, carrying two cups of coffee. She made a beeline for him, setting one on his desk.

“Here,” she said, tapping the side of the cup with her slender finger. Will looked down and felt his heart stop for a moment. Written in black ink were two simple words: Thank You

She gave him a small, knowing smile before turning on her heel and walking away to review the case files.

Jack and Hannibal exchanged glances.

“Nothing happened, huh?” Hannibal said, amused.

Will ignored him.

The day went by in a blur, but it ended the breakthrough. (y/n), after hours of analyzing the case files, finally put the pieces together. The killer wasn’t choosing his victims at random - they were connected through an old case that had been mishandled years ago. She presented her findings to the team, and just like that, they had their lead. Maybe all (y/n) needed was a good night's rest.

It should have been a moment of triumph for Will, but as the reality of the case settling came into focus, so did something else: her departure.

Will found himself sitting at his desk long after everyone had left for the evening, staring at the coffee cup she had given him earlier.

“I don’t want her to leave,” he admitted, breaking the silence. He wasn’t sure when Alana had appeared, but she was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him carefully.

“You should tell her that,” Alana said simply.

“I don't think I can do that.” Will let out a short, humorless laugh.

“You’re the one making it complicated. She told me about last night. Thank you for taking care of her.”

Will finally looked up at Alana, “She has a life outside of this place. She managed to get out of all of this. Why would she stay?”

Alana signed, walking further into the room. “Maybe she would stay if she had a reason to.”

Will looked down at the cup. His fingers traced over the inked words. Thank you.

“You should give her one,” Alana said before turning to leave.

That evening, the reader had just finished packing up her case files when there was a knock on her door. She opened it to find Will standing there, looking uncertain.

“Can we talk (y/n)?” He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly.

She stepped aside, letting him in. He looked around the room, taking in the half-packed suitcase, the coat draped over the chair.

“You’re really leaving,” he said quietly.

She nodded slowly. “That was always the plan.”

A long silence stretched between them. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Stay.”

She looked up at him, startled. “Will-”

“I know it’s selfish,” he continued. “But I don’t want you to go.”

She searched his face, finding nothing but sincerity there. Slowly, she smiled.

“I was waiting for you to say that.”

Will let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and when he took a step closer. Instead. He reached out fingers brushing against hers, a silent promise hanging between them.

No matter how ugly it got working with the FBI, the two of them were always going to have each other.

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wvsteria · 3 months ago

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hi there, this is gonna serve as a plotting call only as i'm not great with totally random starters and it helps to have some footing. that being said if you like for plotting we can split the starters between us since i may (?) not do a starter call. so please please like for plotting!!! here's what everyone's up to w their dates and mostly just a brief description of their vibe for the night and what they could possibly get into.

and here is going to be all the outfits. i'm not finished yet but i'm not posting smth separate w the outfits can just find them all in my linked pinterest.

max is 4 per mun, 4 per muse

alana bloom: attending w/ blind date: gale dekarios

is really looking forward to a good night out, will be admiring the museum features, light drinking. having fun on her date.

potential plots: dancing || looking around the museum || general chatting || anti social/wallflower gang || food junkie || bar hogging || attempting an escape || flirting || chaotic shenanigans || busting shenanigans || stealing your date/date rescue

starters (3/4): will graham, abigail hobbs, gale dekarios

alex karev: attending w/ blind date: faye kahn

is there to drink and kinda be around for this. he's not a valentine's or romantic person but free food? sure why not

starters (1/4): charlotte king

andarna: attending w/ rhiannon matthias

andarna is excited to be doing human things (as a former dragon) and will be drinking and exploring, causing trouble in the museum. just hopefully not too much trouble.

starters (1/4): rhiannon matthias

anthony bridgerton: attending solo

sir is still reeling from the fact that he just arrived in dc, but this feels at least a little bit like home in a sense. so hopefully he's not as tense here? he needs to make some friends please.

starters: (1/4): alfred debling

aurora de martel: attending w/ hades

she's usually looking to cause a bit of chaos, though she may not be outright with it. maybe she'll enjoy a quiet romantic night, maybe she'll try to ruin the night of her enemies. could be both ?

brinna javik: attending solo

brinna is here to have a fun night. maybe looking to drink and wander, explore around. there's a good chance they could be dragged into chaos, you wouldn't have to do much convincing.

starters (4/4): kaya dura, brissa javik, kriya dura, sanna marchon

caius volturi: attending w/ athenodora volturi

caius does not care about a single soul there besides is mate's but like he might have to deal with some family drama there. so he may not be in a good mood. i'd be a lil cautious around him he's got a temper so yay drama??

starters (1/4): athenodora volturi, alec

catriona cordella: attending solo

cat has been burned a few times and is not keen to be looking for anyone to date rn. she wants to glower, drink, look at pretty art and talk to people that are not from her home town please.

dain aetos: attending solo

on the same ish note, bro is going through a breakup and is probably going to be sulking the entire time because his ex gf will be there (and maybe w her 'new' bf). so catch him drinking, brooding, could use some distraction, cheering up? or if he sees your muses causing chaos he'll try to put a stop to it.

starters (2/4): violet sorrengail, ithan holstrom

elira monsula: attending w/ blind date: blair waldorf

chaos queen here, she's feral and she's lost as fuck being in this new place. she just got here a few days ago and this is like whiplash. but they're nothing if not adaptable, they will be seeing what exactly they could get away with.

hayley marshall: attending solo

hayley is going to be a mixture being getting in the mix and just people watching, def will be drinking and getting to know people. it'll be nice for a change not being the one to make the drinks! she's hoping things stay relatively normal all night. we'll see how that goes.

starters: (1/4): lestat de lioncourt

jacen solo: attending w/ tenel ka djo

jacen is still brooding from family issues, since his father just died he's not really feeling up to a party right now. but he's showing up because he wants to be there for tenel. hoping that he can keep himself sane, we wouldn't want darth caedus showing up to the party.

starters (2/4): leia organa, tenel ka djo

jason todd: attending w/ jenna sommers

though he's not really the type for pink, cutesy stuff he's excited to be bringing jenna here. will be trying to socialize for appearing normal's sake though he's not like particularly great at it? if he catches someone stealing he may try to stop them though.

josie saltzman: attending w/ penelope park

josie just wants to have a good date with penelope since it's like the first date they're going on since getting back together (?). so they're trying very hard for everything to go perfect and to be normal. they'll be mingling and being friendly while trying to avoid the fact they're a newly turned vampire and craving blood is entirely new to them.

starters (2/4): lizzie saltzman, charley

jules millin: attending w/ mika yasuda

they're both unclear if this is a date date or a friend date, but here they are. she likes parties, likes talking to people. jules is so very outgoing and will talk and be friends with everyone.

juniper andromeda: attending w/ blind date: martha hatter

she loves these kinds of events, loves dancing, loves socializing and talking to people. she may be a little distracted but she's wanting to have a good night in general and make friends!

starters (1/4): fury axtar

kol mikaelson: attending solo

kol is still without his humanity and is being a dick in general. hopefully his wife smacks some sense into him but they're not exactly on great terms at the moment. if you want your muse to get in the middle of chaos with a vampire, he's your guy.

starters (2/4): davina claire, hope mikaelson

lilith sorrengail: attending solo

lilith is here just to keep an eye on things. she's not here to really be mingling? but like if she catches your muses doing something stupid she'll say something and the woman is scary even to her kids. she'll probably be focusing on the drinks and trying not to gag over the romantic couples.

mason bishop: attending w/ blind date: jade

is mostly there to drink and distract himself from stupid family drama. may be looking for other witches too to help out with a problem. or would be into causing chaos and doing something stupid in the museum using said magic.

mia winters: attending w/ ethan winters

for once mia wants to let go and have fun. i am not even sure she knows how to do that anymore. but genuinely she wants to have a good night with her husband, meet some new people. maybe keep an eye on both her daughters.

starters (1/4): hunter

mindy meeks martin: attending w/ blind date: sam simpson

mindy is so down for the vibes of this night. is looking forward to her blind date, wants to look around and see what this place is about and make some new friends. feel free to run schemes with her, she's like a mastermind with that kinda stuff.

starters (3/4): emery anden, sam simpson, trixie

mouse honrada: attending solo

mouse is trying to do things that will get her out more. she's such an introvert and spends all their time online. they might be a little awkward in person but they'd love to make some new friends!

starters (1/4): matt taylor

myri tiure: attending w/ daniela dimitrescu

myri is like another persons who is the definition of chaos. i think mostly they'll be focused on dani but like if the opportunity presents itself to cause mischief they can't say no!

natasha romanoff: attending w/ bucky barnes

nat is more used to pretending to have a romantic night than actually having a real one, so this is all new to her in a way. she wants to have a good time with bucky, will be making rounds to say hi to friends and of course getting a drink too. and keeping an eye on sella as her job requires but is hoping the night will be calm, while expecting it to not be.

nathalie: attending w/ adeline witherdale

nathalie was set up on a date with adeline so she's looking a little optimistic for the night, which is more than her usual aloof personality. so you can find them more open to talking to people for the night. though they are law enforcement so they'd side eye someone trying to do something illegal or cause a ruckus, but since they're having a good night they might let them off easy.

nina zenik: attending w/ blind date: tifa lockhart

nina is having a fun whirlpool of a day, she's looking to try as many free pastries as made available to her and looking to make many new friends.

starters (1/4): tifa lockhart

padme amidala: attending w/ anakin skywalker

while this is partially attendance for the good of publicity, padme is here to have a nice date with her husband. and to also keep an eye on her family to make sure they're okay.

paige matthews: attending w/ blind date: shmi skywalker

paige loves love and will be wanting to have a fun night. she'll be drinking, mingling, looking at art and just generally hoping to have a good night. she's also keeping an eye on her the witches that may need some help throughout the night.

robb stark: attending w/ blind date: james t kirk

robb is a military man so he might be a little stuffy around here, but he does want to have a good night. he's a friendly guy and wants to make friends, meet people, look at what all the museum has to offer.

starters (1/4): alicent hightower

rosalie hale: attending w/ emmett cullen

rosalie is grappling with the fact her mate doesn't remember her, yet asked her here. so while she is in an odd mood, she might try to make the most of the night while it lasts. but outside of her time with him, she might be grumpy and a lil bitchy.

starters (2/4): asami soto, claudia

ryden varek: attending w/ blind date: lehabah

ryden is purely here because he works for the government and needs to make an appearance. he's probably planning to leave as soon as possible. though while he is here, he's mostly exploring the museum.

starters (1/4): sabina palpatine

samara palpatine: attending solo

samara on the other hand, doesn't care about appearances and is here to keep an eye on their family since father is newly out of commission. she may not be super approachable but they're not looking to hurt any randos tonight so....win?

soren palpatine: attending w/ vic hughes

soren is focused on having a good night with his date. he wants her to have a good night. of course he'll be socializing during the event and exploring the museum but no shenanigans from him.

starters (1/4): sion palpatine

spencer hastings: attending w/ blind date: kitty song covey

spencer may be doing some sleuthing here. not that she believes something bad is happening but she just doesn't trust anything anymore and is waiting for the other shoe to drop.

syala eren: attending solo

syala is mostly going to be trying not to flip out over a man that hates her right now and has another date. so that probably means lots of drinks and avoiding the people she should be talking to. getting herself involved into anything to distract herself.

starters: (2/4): alrik rigel, altair rigel

violet turner: attending w/ blind date: adam

violet is on a blind date and is probably having the worst time of her life. so catch her trying to slip away and get a drink and find other people to talk to for the night. she needs a night away from only being in mom brain.

#hw: plot call #hwevent19 #long post tw #violence mention tw #hw: starter call

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tayasui-mono · 2 years ago

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Hannibal "changing" Will into something he intrinsically isn't feels like a misunderstanding. Will is always Will and he will always be Will. The Will Hannibal sees and the Will that Will himself sees are the same, the difference lying in perception. Hannibal thinks Will's mind is that of an artist's; like himself. Will thinks of his own mind as something dangerous; not to others, but to himself. If everything he sees touches everything he is, then how does he stay "himself" when he's stained by every colour he touches?

Hannibal abuses this greatest fear at first from fascination. Will is convinced that he has acted out of control. He is no longer himself. He figures out the culprit. This is the greatest betrayal.

Will has purpose, now. There will be a reckoning. The stag that has imprinted on his mind after seeing Hannibal's brutalisation of Cassie Boyle is a muse that stomps across his psyche. He sees the stag leading him out of the prison cell which Hannibal ushers him back into: To be rid of Hannibal, he must let his muse guide him. He must be inspired by his urges and cruelty.

His fear has always been change. But all of Will Graham is Will Graham, Hannibal knows this. In his wrath for Hannibal, he is no longer afraid of losing himself. He sends Matthew Brown as his assassin.

What Hannibal hoped for Will, was that Will be no longer afraid of his chair of antlers, no longer scorn it when it's so valuable even beyond its usefulness. While everyone, especially Alana Bloom was professionally curious, Hannibal was enamored with Will by virtue of who he is.

#hannigram #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram meta #hannibal meta

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sourweather-fics · 7 months ago

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"Leave me,” he demands weakly. A powerful cramp in his abdomen makes him want to double over, his body making its displeasure with such a request abundantly clear. “Send the Alpha away, leave me.” Alana shoves her hands into her pockets, cocking her weight onto one hip. “The law mandates that all incarcerated Omegas in Heat be serviced by a professional Alphan attendant. Denying you that service would be considered cruel and unusual punishment.” Hannibal musters a pained smile behind his mask. “Many things between us have been both cruel and unusual, Alana,” he muses. “Is that what this is really about? There was a time that you were the one who served me, so to speak.” She sneers, but before she can let loose that clever tongue of hers, two guards enter the room. Another pair unlock the door on Hannibal’s side of the glass, visibly ready for violence despite the fact that Hannibal is effectively in a heap on the floor. “Doctor Bloom,” one of the men on her side says, casting an anxious look Hannibal’s way before speaking. “The attendant is here.”

#hannigram #hannibal #will graham #hannigram fanfiction #hannibal lecter #make me behave like an animal #fic preview

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mvsicinthedvrk · 2 months ago

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hwevent19 starter for daro niru & alana bloom // @wvsteria

"I hadn't expected everyone I've ever met to be here tonight. Won't this building be too small for that?" Niru muses in mild amusement when he spots Alana. He wishes it were an exaggeration, but he's counted upwards of ten coworkers he's run into already, and it's barely been half an hour; he recognized the barista from down the street from his office, briefly caught glimpses of faces he's seen on the news when they removed their masks to have a bite to eat. He's almost certain he had seen Lia come in, though maybe it was only his imagination, and she'd been gone from view as soon as he'd caught sight of her. And now his neighbors here as well. "The energy of the party's good, so I can see why everyone would want to come."

#hwevent19 #;; dn ;;#;; daro niru speaks to alana bloom ;;

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ephemaera · 4 months ago

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send me a 🐆 for random muse pairings! | accepting

alana bloom and elle tomkins - listen elle deserves a good theapist and fun fact, alana did ballet in school!

audra denbrough and sarah lynn - absolutely perfect pairing for the randomizer to choose omg??? both performers with addiction issues? amazing

devon walker and sarah cameron - i still need to brush up on my out.er b.anks knowledge but devon will simply protect any young woman so

eliot spencer and galinda upland - omg tiny witch and her guard dog!!

elphaba thropp and chrissy cunningham - oh they would look out for each other in the most beautiful way

richie jerimovich and andrei bolkonski - truly a pairing that evokes 'xyz would kill a victorian child'

emma mountebank and kie carrera - emma is annoying but ulimately a doll so i could see them becoming friends!

bobbie sullivan and eddie munson - omg music buddies!! in wildly different genres which is so fun. bobbie would adore him

#addiction ment /#wheeee this is fun #scripturiaent #; ooc

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malevolent-muse · 3 months ago

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zipegs · 2 years ago

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alana & chilton // 905 words, g, past hannibloom // ao3 written for day 5 of fad’s au challenge: hanahaki

The first flower petal Alana coughs up is a bright yellow tansy. She fishes it out of her mouth with trembling fingers and stares at its wet, fragile form. Hostility, she thinks dumbly. A declaration of war.

A small, desperate part of her wonders whether Hannibal, wherever he is, might be suffering the same. Her affliction has taken root because the man she loved was never anything more than a facade.

But his... If he fell ill, Alana wonders, what flowers would bloom first in his fertile lungs? Lavender, perhaps. Or yellow carnation.

She crushes the tansy in her fist and holds her hand out over the edge of her hospital bed.

Hannibal doesn't love you, she tells herself. No version of him ever did.

Maybe one day, it will start to sink in.

She opens her palm and lets the petal fall.

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It's not long before the medical staff notices. Alana expected as much, but she hates how they've begun to look at her, with the same pity and gentleness one would show an injured stray.

She starts coughing one morning while a nurse is taking her vitals and can't seem to stop, props herself up on one elbow despite the pain that blossoms in her hips and chokes on a purple sliver of bittersweet.

The nurse tuts when she sees it catch on Alana's lip and lifts it carefully away, turns it over in front of her as though by doing so it might take on some different form.

"My aunt dealt with these," the nurse says, shaking her head. "Truth." She huffs out a humorless laugh. "She couldn't understand why she kept getting them until she found her husband's credit card receipts."

If only it were as simple as adultery, Alana thinks darkly. The nurse pats her shoulder consolingly, and Alana forces a tight-lipped smile. She wonders what truth the bittersweet is meant to call to mind. There are so many lies to untangle that it's nearly impossible to start.

Alana closes her eyes and clears her scratchy throat. She's been dreaming about her residency again, a world where all she knew of Hannibal was that he was beautiful and brilliant and kind. She'd go back there, if she could. Even if just for a single moment.

Alana has treated victims of relationship trauma before, distraught young lovers who sob on her small purple couch. They say they can't understand how this happened, that this person who hurts them is a stranger wearing their partner's skin.

You think it's a nightmare, she tells them sometimes, but this was always what was hidden beneath their facade. You've woken up—you've emerged from that perfect dream. I know that it's hard. But there is no going back. It's gone.

Alana stares at the empty white ceiling and wonders if every therapist has trouble reconciling their own advice.

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Chilton lets himself into Alana's room just as she's hacking up the petals of two delicate pink crabapple blossoms, and he doesn't do her the graciousness of letting it go.

He lifts his bouquet in greeting, and the butcher paper and cellophane crinkle with laughter.

"I brought you flowers," Chilton drawls, the good side of his face tugging up in an amused smile, "but it seems I shouldn't have bothered. You've already got your own."

Alana settles back against her pillows and stares up at the ceiling again, refusing to give Chilton the honor of seeing her unsettled. "They come in pieces," she says drily, with a nonchalance she doesn't feel. "It'll be nice to have some in their undamaged form."

Chilton strolls over to the side of Alana's bed and sets the flowers on her bedside table, then gestures at the petals lying on her stark white sheets. "May I?" he asks, already hovering his fingers over their vibrant form.

"Go ahead."

He picks them up at one end and lifts them with evident distaste and curiosity, like a child showing off a decapitated worm. "Hmmm," he muses, "Crabapple blossoms. Rather pedestrian for someone in your circumstance; wouldn't you say?"

"There's a relief to be found in the expected," Alana says. "I've grown tired of surprises. Haven't you?"

Chilton hums and brushes off his fingers, letting the petals flutter to the floor. "How long until you start retching up full blossoms?"

Alana shrugs. "Difficult to say. Eager to be rid of me so soon?"

"Not exactly." Chilton fingers the silver head of his cane. "You got yourself to this garden, Dr. Bloom, but there are ways to... uproot it, so to speak."

Alana turns her head to look at him, attentive for the first time since he stepped foot in her hospital room. "You don't strike me as the charitable type," she says, uncertain of his aim.

Chilton shrugs a shoulder, and his lips twitch into a grin. "The enemy of my enemy..." He taps his cane lightly on the linoleum. "How long, do you think," he asks, "until Will Graham has reentered Hannibal's orbit?"

Alana lifts an eyebrow, and her own lips curl into a hint of a smile. "Not long. And with a little manipulation..."

Chilton hums. They watch each other for a moment, and then Chilton sniffs and makes his way to the door. "Once you're released from medical care," he says, "you know where to find me."

When he leaves, Alana's breath catches, and she coughs again.

This time, she spits out a purple columbine.

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibloom #alana bloom #frederick chilton #hannibal fic #mine #mine: writing #fadserver

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