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NO LOVERS, SIBLINGS, PARABATAI INCLUDED
#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#the mortal instruments#the infernal devices#the dark artifices#the last hours#I count Grace and Christopher as lovers in my head but I guess you can vote them if you think they're just besties#what are other things people might want to vote?#Anna and Matthew#lucie and matthew#will and six-fingered nigel#cristina and jaime#clary and emma
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i feel like kit has real potential to be the most unhinged protagonist of all the shadowhunters books, like he's rolling up to the world-ending danger with approximately 3 years of training plus 3 years of public school, a magic gun, devastating inherited powers he has absolutely no idea how to use, years of unresolved emotional baggage, and a hereditary snippy attitude further cultivated and encouraged by jem "when i was your age i was dying of poison and i was still faster than you" carstairs and tessa "if you keep seeing six-fingered nigel like this he'll expect you to declare your intentions" gray, like the shadow world is simply not ready for his vibes
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"Rosamund, he's now part of the London Enclave. You'll meet him again," said James, as Jesse mimed what James though was someone being saved from a sinking ship. "But look at his eyes." She sighed, as if Jesse were not, in fact, present. "Couldn't you just die? Isn't he divine?" "Excruciatingly so," said James. "Sometimes it pains me just to gaze upon him."
It's times like these that I'm reminded that James is very much the son of "the inner depths of my soul are mauve" Will Herondale and "if you keep this up you're going to have to declare your intentions with Six-Fingered Nigel" Tessa Gray.
#james herondale#will herondale#tessa gray#tessa herondale#tlh#the last hours#chot#chain of thorns#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#shadowhunters#cassandra clare
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Will was always a fighter
Will had his first heat when he was six. He didn't share a heat until he was nineteen. He didn't get a real knot until he was twenty. And all along the way he was kicking and screaming and Hannibal, his daddy through adoption, was there kissing his forehead and trying his best.
Features, sad backstory, Adam/Will, Duncan/Hannibal, Nigel Hannibal (implied), and Will/Duncan.
“Hi, I need my daddy” said the little boy as he tried to peek over the tall desk of the nurses station.
“Hm? What did… Hi sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Are you lost?” Said the nurse as she quickly rounded the desk to kneel down next to the small boy who was pushing up his thick framed glasses, paper held tightly to his chest.
“I need to see my daddy. He said he’s here today. ‘M Willy Lecter.” Said the little boy, Willy. His daddy said he was gonna be doing surgery today and that meant he was on one of the top floors.
“Oh! My goodness you’ve grown so much! I’ll make sure Dr. Lecter knows you’re here. Are you okay? Do you need help?” The nurse said as she calmed down. Dr. Lecter had been chatting with the nurses earlier in the day. She’d only seen Will when Hannibal had brought him from the pediatric unit before he could even walk.
“My teacher gave me this paper and said I need to be with my daddy. Mr. Garret drove me here.” Will said and pushed his heavy glasses back up his nose and looked around, looking at faces trying to see if anyone was his daddy.
“Alrighty Will, why don’t you come sit over here, yeah you can hang out with us for a while until your dad’s done. Can I see that paper so I know what to tell Daddy?” The nurse asked and ushered the boy to sit down in one of the few empty chairs as she dragged it over to sit beside her own, the little boy holding onto one arm tightly.
“Um… I don’t think so. I think it’s just for daddy.” Willy said as he kept the paper held tightly against his chest.
“That’s alright, we can just say that as soon as he can, to have Dr. Lecter come see you.” The nurse said and waited for confirmation from the little boy who had caught the attention of a few other nurses, and a secretary.
“Okay” Willy said and swung his feet as an older lady came over to bend down next to him.
“Put your stuff right there and why don’t we get you a juice box and some cookies, you like cookies Willy?” The first nurse asked as the other handed Willy a lollipod and took his backpack and set it behind him out of the way.
“Yes ma’am! I like ones with candy in them!” Willy said with a big bright smile.
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“Loraine? Loraine, where’s Will? Is he…” Hannibal said as he searched the nurses station looking for the nurse who had said his son was there.
“Sh!” Came from a few of the older women working as he came closer to where the little boy was curled up sleeping under his bear print blanket in the lap of his dear friend and nurse.
Hannibal let out a sigh of relief and looked at his boy, sleepy and a bit too pink in the face. Probably got another fever. Will was a fever baby, often caused by stress or simple nightmares or even just him being overly excited for a long time. Maybe they got to read a book about dogs during story hour.
“We gave him some juice and a pack of cookies and he needed a nap. He’s got a paper for you.” Loraine explained quietly as Hannibal leaned down to gently run his fingers through Will's slightly damp hair, it was soft and fluffy. He always liked to keep Will’s beautiful curls healthy and clean.
“Hannibal, he’s barely six and he smells like heat. Now I know it’s over stepping but I emailed to see if Adaleia Hospital is taking emergency peds. They are and they have several rooms available.” The nurse, Lorraine, whispered lowly to the doctor. The little boy had been fidgeting, wiggling, unable to even begin to comprehend what the word heat even implied. He’d smelled like warm laundry and baby powder, like a fresh baby, like a scent that either came from a fresh baby or an omega begging for one.
“Thank you Loraine. I’d rather keep him in house though. I’ll call Alana and see if she’s in.” Hannibal said shortly, Lorraine had a habit of meddling but it was always in a caring way. He gave the nurse a courteous smile and looked back down at his son.
“Willy?” Hannibal said and knelt down on one knee and gently let his fingers rub across Will’s damp forehead, around his closed eyes, and to rest on his flushed plump little cheek.
“Daddy?” The little boy said in a slurry sleepy voice, he blinked a bit and then sniffled, tears welling in his eyes already.
“Hello darling, how do you feel?” Hannibal asked as Will reached out and pulled himself into his daddy’s welcoming arms.
“My insides are itchy and I wanna bottle” Will whimpered and tears started to slide down his cheeks, breaking Hannibal’s heart. He cradled the boy, Will was still small enough to cradle, Hannibal convinced himself Will would always be this tiny.
“I know my sweet, I know. We need to go to see Doctor Bloom, you remember Doctor Bloom?” Hannibal asked and rubbed Will’s back comfortingly as the little boy let out sad little sniffles and hiccups.
“Mhm, my tummy hurts daddy and my teacher gave this to me to give to you.” Will sniffled out and pushed the paper into Hannibal’s hands.
‘ Notice of Alarming Behavior’
“Everything’s gonna be okay, Willy. Daddy’s right here. Daddy loves you, remember? Daddy loves you so much.” Hannibal whispered as he crumpled and tossed the paper in the trash and carried Will with him through the doors to the pediatric wing.
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“Alright,I’ll get you set in a room. They’re usually empty, thank god, so they’re nice and sterile and quiet. You know what to do Hannibal, skin contact, I’ll get some loaner bottles and medicated lactaid, he really shouldn’t have dairy, it messes with slick production in peds, and the cupboards are free range. You’ll need to nest him, don’t bother bathing yet, we need to run a lot of tests on him… Yeah I’ll get him something for the nerves.” Alana explained as she walked the doctor who was pulling his scrub cap off his head, hair in a tousled mess. He listened intently but couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten.
Hannibal was never supposed to have a pup. Not after being so neglected by his own parents, he wasn’t made for it, he’d told himself. Not after Mischa, his failure to protect her. He was a beta, bound to marry and have a surrogate child.
But… oh when he saw little Will being rushed into the emergency hospital they’d set up in Louisiana, after he’d been pulled from the wreckage of his washed away home, after the largest flood the state had ever seen. Hannibal had come down in part of the emergency response. He’d been doing rushed surgeries, pulling railroad spikes and spires of wood from people, sewing people up, and taking care of severe bone breaks.
It was getting slow. It had been days since the flood water receded, people were still being pulled from the more rural houses, houses that were more mud than space. He was sitting with a few children, those whose parents were getting patched up and being given information on temporary housing.
The doors had burst open.
Will was only a baby then. Barely a year old. Sixteen pounds, three ounces. Alive but not crying. He looked like he was sleeping. Hair all matted, nails long and jagged, and he had terrible bruising all over him, new and old.
William Henry Graham wasn’t leaving that hospital with anyone other than Hannibal. They had pulled his father from wreckage a day prior but when they’d learned there was supposedly a child whose mother had died during birth they’d gone back. In an old bassinet made from metal, under an ironing board, laid a perfect little baby boy coated in mud, wearing only a toddler’s t-shirt and a pinned diaper.
Hannibal had fallen in love with him from the moment he set eyes on the baby. He was just a cute little thing. Hannibal was the only beta in the team, so he was put on baby duty over the orphan.
Now Willy had been living with him for five years, life full of snuggles and kisses and healthy eating and going to kindergarten and begging his daddy for a puppy dog.
Now it was all falling apart, at least that’s how it felt to Hannibal as he held his unsettled, angry, uncomfortable son against his chest, rubbing his sweaty back in an attempt to calm him.
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“Will they’re just gonna ask you some questions, you don’t have to move.” Hannibal tried to explain as the little boy wiggled and kicked in his arms, Will was always a fighter.
“Daddy, stupid shirt!” Will yelled out and pulled at Hannibal’s undershirt and tugging angrily at the offensive white fabric.
“Of course little one, I know. I know my sprout.” Hannibal said and pulled the boy back to sit up on his own, giving just enough room for Hannibal to pull the cotton white t-shirt off and set to the side of the sloppy nest. Hannibal was never very good at nesting, never came to him naturally.
Will made a happy little noise, he trilled mostly. He didn’t laugh, he very very rarely laughed, but he made happy little shaky lovey noises. The little boy wiggled closer and snuggled into his daddy’s comforting warmth.
Will was naked down to just his dinosaur print pull up and his little blue socks with trucks on them, so the skin to skin felt like balm to him, calming, he quit kicking and flailing and laid still.
Will just smiled and nuzzled into Hannibal’s bare smooth chest. The man had fallen into a habit of shaving before a big stressful surgery. Face, armpits, arms, chest, face, all smooth. Something oddly calming about feeling so clean .
“Are you going to be good and answer some questions?” Hannibal asked when he felt his boy calm all the way down.
“Mhm, I’ll be good, daddy.” Will answered and looked over at the few nurses and nursing students, all holding clipboards and notepads.
“William, does your back hurt?” The nurse asked and the questioning began….
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School was just not in William Henry Graham- Lecter’s cards. After being discharged from the hospital and being documented for future studies, he returned home with a strict schedule. Hormone injections in the morning, pills with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and of course he’d need to be supervised at night for the first two months.
Work was no longer in Hannibal Lecter’s cards. He took a leave of absence for a year…which turned into an indefinite leave… which turned into a retirement after not returning for more than a consultation for seven years.
They lived happily though. Hannibal hated the idea of Will becoming a lonely hermit. Four different tutors, often trips to the dog park once he’d gotten Will a small beagle, trips to the public library much to Hannibal’s dismay, and of course wherever Hannibal went Will was reading a mystery book or daydreaming nearby.
Will was a good kid. He liked climbing trees and playing in the mud and coloring and sitting on the floor playing with his little beagle, Beskytte. He liked to read books and do puzzles and he liked to chew on bottle nibs and had a terrible habit of chewing on anything and everything no matter what.
Hannibal loved his son more than anything else in the world. No matter how many specialists they fly out to or how many times Will screams and hits and says he hates Hannibal and wishes they were both dead. He loves Will so much, and each day he watches Will grow more and more into a bright and helpful young man.
Hannibal only ever wants the very tip top best for Will too, he wants to buy him designer clothes and the best of technology and toys.
However, Willy Lecter is a simple boy. He likes flannel button ups and jeans and little velcro sneakers, he likes coloring books and puzzle books and gameboys and pokemon cards, and he likes lego bricks and little crafts. So that’s the way they lived. Happy quiet life together.
Well mostly quiet.
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“Daddy? What’s that? Looks friggin weird.” Will asked as he made his way into the nest room. He was hunched over a bit and rubbing at his cramping stomach. This heat was a little different than usual, more crampy and he was having horrible migraines.
Sitting on his rolling stool beside the bed Hannibal was hitting buttons on a small laptop looking thing with a tri-ended wand on the end.
“It’s an ultrasound machine. It’s a pediatric design, but it’ll work well into your adulthood too. I bought the sweet smelling jelly too. I know you liked that stuff.” Hannibal explained as Will climbed onto the bed to lay down, the nest had been widened a bit so it wasn’t as snug around him. The twelve year old boy looked over at the screen, it looked like the screen at the doctor’s office, and smiled.
“Oh! Awesome. No more cold tables and stirrups and stuff then?” Will asked and felt himself calming down. Ever since he started slicking a few months ago they started to make Will go to the ‘big kid’ doctor as Hannibal liked to say. Stirrups, having to strip down and spread himself for doctors, cold tables, all sorts of terribly scary things. Will hated it, and Hannibal hated seeing Will so, so, distressed.
“No my dear, I had to change one of your outlets though so unfortunately you have to move your gameboy changer.” Hannibal said with a smile as he pulled on his black nitrile gloves, Hannibal didn’t much like latex. Will pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and pushed his little brown tie shorts down a bit to expose his lower belly.
“That’s alright daddy, I’ll charge it in the library.” Will said and snuggled into the bed, it was warm, Hannibal must’ve turned on the heating pad.
“Good, now then. It’s gonna be cold.” Hannibal warned as he brought up the bottle of sweetly scented jelly.
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“Fuckers! Ow! Daddy what the- why did you do that?” Will asked as he drew his knees back up from where he had kicked them out, hitting Hannibal in the chest, causing the man to slide back a bit on the rolling chair.
He pulled his feet to cover where Hannibal had just pressed a finger into his body. He’d been touched like many times before, fingers, ultrasounds, speculums, sensors, all sorts. But he didn’t expect… he didn’t see it coming. Hannibal usually used other tools. He’s never so… hands on . It was a shock.
He immediately started trying to apologize, leaning up to make sure his daddy was okay.
“I’m sorry daddy! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to kick you!” Will said and laid back down as Hannibal shushed him calmingly and shook his hands in a ‘ never mind’ way.
“Will, that did not hurt me and it did not hurt you. Yes it was cold and yes my fingers are a bit larger than Dr Blooms but you know we do not curse like that in this house.” Hannibal said and wagged his finger in the air. Will was becoming a bit of a potty mouth and he was not having it. Cursing was such an ugly way to communicate. And Hannibal found the cursing far more concerning than being kicked. Though he did note that Will had kicked quite strongly… Good, strong boy.
Will groaned and let his legs spread and Hannibal waited a moment and replaced his finger again, just one all the way to the knuckle.
“Hng, daddy I’m sorry but… can’t you use the wand thing? Why your fingers? I don’t like that.” Will complained as he felt the large finger twist inside him, touching his itchy places and making him feel like arching and whining… but he couldn’t do that in front of his dad. That's friggin 'weird even if he is a doctor.
“Because dear the wand cannot feel what my fingers can now, what do you need for us to keep going?” Hannibal asked patiently. He hated to rush Will, especially in heats.
Will made a face and looked away, off to the side where a little stuffed dog sat on the edge of the nest.
“Just… don’t look at me.” Will mumbled and grabbed the toy and held it to cover his face, the soft expensive plush feeling extra amazing against his bare chest and neck.
“Of course dear” Hannibal said dotingly as he got back to trying to find what the node he saw on the ultrasound was…
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“Daddy?” Fell from the young man’s lips as he floated from room to room in search of his daddy, his protector, his everything.
“Papa? Daddy, where are you?” Will asked again not knowing it was no louder than a light speaking voice. His heat riddled brain aws feeling all scrambled. He’d been unable to take his heat closer on account he had slick nodes, which only got worse with closer but would sort themselves out through heat.
“Will? I’m in here, pup. Finishing some paperwork.” Hannibal said as he heard Will wondering room to room. Will always stomped a bit when he was in heat, uncaring how loud he walked.
Will walked into the doorway, eyes round and sparkling and blown black, his chest was bare and blushing, nipples pointed, his light blue boxers darkened from slick and his cock hard pushing the fabric forward. Looking like the sweetest little omega on the face of the earth. It broke Hannibal’s heart, Will’s just a baby.
“Daddy?” Will cocked his head and stood there. His brain felt a bit more like cotton candy, fluffy and light and confused.
“Oh, poor puppy. Is your heat making you feel a bit light?” Hannibal said in a thickly pitying way and rolled his chair back and opened his arms. Will was a snuggly thing during his heats, always wanting to be held close. Well actually Will was always a snuggly thing.
Will walked forward, his scent sweet and rich. Something that made Hannibal’s heart feel full. The scent like pecan praline coffee cake, sweet and warm a bit like chopped green wood.
“Daddy, I feel so empty. I want more, give me more papa.” Will said in a low tone, voice cracking, and instead of his usual sitting sideways on Hannibal’s lap, he crawled up into Hannibal’s chair to straddle him.
Will shoved his face into the older man’s neck, rubbing his crotch against Hannibal’s waist. Will sniffed and Hannibal could feel his quivering lip against his neck.
Hannibal hugged him and rubbed his back. Feeling his boys little sniffly breaths and rubbing up and down on his heated skin.
“I know puppy. You’re getting to be such a big boy.” Hannibal whispered and Will whimpered and shoved his crotch harder against Hannibal’s hips. Hannibal rubbed his back and kissed his sweat damp forehead.
“Please daddy, please, please” Will begged and pulled his head back to look into Hannibal’s calm eyes.
Will had tears rolling down his cheeks and his bottom lip was shaking where it was poked out. Always with the pout and puppy eyes.
“Sh sh sh, here move like this. Let me finish this last paper and then we can get you set up on a big boy helper okay?” Hannibal explained and moved Will's legs so he straddles only one thigh and could rut much better and get enough stimuli. Hannibal knew you weren’t supposed to encourage rutting in omegas but Will was always an exception.
Will hadn’t ever used anything other than a small rubbing matt, a silicone pad that had ridges and bumps to rub his hole against. Hannibal hated the idea of… Will being penetrated. Being used like some sex object. But he was old enough, and he was big enough, and he asked.
“Okay, okay, I’m okay, I’m all itchy daddy, so itchy for it.” Will whimpered and shoved his face into Hannibal’s neck and grabbed onto the dress shirt's chest. He started an unsteady nearly frantic pace of pressing his butt against Hannibal’s thigh and thrusting his cock forward into his hip.
“Good, try and find a good spot. Easy, back and forth, easy.” Hannibal guided him and placed a hand on his lower back to start a steady pace of back and forth. More of a rub than a rut.
Will was whimpering and huffing, hands squeezing at Hannibal’s shirt and thighs trembling around Hannibal’s thigh.
Once Hannibal had sighed the bottom of the papers he leaned back and rubbed both hands up and down Will’s tense back.
“My big strong boy, my precious little pup, Will how are you doing?” Hannibal asked quietly. Will hiccuped and sobbed and shook his head, hands coming up to rub at his face.
“Terrible! I want I want- I’m leaky” Will said, the last word laced in shame.
“I know my sweet. We’re gonna have to move somewhere so you can use your helper. Where do you wanna go?” Hannibal asked and pulled the sobbing boy into a hug.
“Bathroom” Will said quietly and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck and squeezed his knees together, crushing Hannibal’s thigh between them. Hannibal gave him one more big squeeze and pushed Will to sit up on his own.
“Okay darling, I need you to go get some pillows and blankets and put them in the bathroom while I get you your big boy helper alright? Do this for papa.” Hannibal ordered and Will sniffed and nodded.
“Okay daddy, I’ll… I’ll be waiting, okay? Am I okay?” Will asked and stood up, standing in front of Hannibal. His underwear was drenched, his body was feverishly hot, his face was a mess, and his body so little and plump still. Poor baby, sickeningly wrong.
“You’re going to be perfectly alright, my dear sweet Will. Daddy’s gonna make sure of it. Now, run along. I'll be in shortly.” Hannibal directed and watched Will stumble a bit before hurriedly heading down the hall to his bathroom to nest in the tub.
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Will was getting so pretty. Not very tall but tall enough. His hair was getting longer, curls wild and unkept. He never liked brushing his hair anyway.
His eyes grew better, still needing assistance of glasses, but he no longer needed quite a strong prescription.
He liked being outside still and he liked climbing in the trees behind the house. His muscles filled out and grew strong.
Will was going to be fifteen come June, and he was growing to be a smart and mature young man. Braces pulling his teeth and lessons in shaving and personal hygiene being followed to the T.
Will Graham was going to go to public school.
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“Daddy I’m so excited! I’m gonna join the scholar bowl team and I’m gonna get to meet so many people. Do you think I’ll make friends? You’re my best friend but do you think I’ll have other friends?” Will asked excitedly as he wiggled around the passenger seat of the Bentley. They were going “school shopping like normal people” as Will had put it. Hannibal hated going to big chain stores. But whatever Will wanted he got.
“I’m sure you will. You’re a very nice young man. Just try and do your best and if you get too overwhelmed just call me or go to the nurse and take your medicine.” Hannibal reminded him. He’d never been so stressed out in his life.
Finding a school, getting told no, finding another school, being told no, being persuaded to let Will go to not even the best public school in the area, background checks on teachers, school website, facebook page, PTA backgrounds, offered extracurriculars, tours, enrollment, councilor meetings, nurse meetings, more paperwork, more tours, schedules, more paperwork, meeting the teachers, schedule changes, meet the teachers, more paperwork, and now shopping with a copy of the dress code…
Hannibal was on the brink of falling back into his… childish primal hobbies. He’d given up hunting long pig after gaining Will into his life. Mostly because he had no time but also because Will was so perfect and fragile, a touch of something so filthy as the pigs being hunted, even cooked into something beautiful, it would never come near Will.
“Okay, I wanna go by myself. If I need help I’ll come back to get you or call you.” Will said as he made sure he had his cell, his list, and checked himself in the mirror.
“Are you sure, Will?” Hannibal asked as he looked around at all the other people walking to and from the department store. Poor Will didn’t usually do well in large crowded areas and he was terrible at making decisions what if got overwhelmed with the selection or got confused where to go or what if he tripped and got hurt-
“Yes daddy, thank you, I love you” Will said and took the heavy metal black card from Hannibal’s fingers as he laid a kiss on Hannibal’s cheek. Hannibal swallowed and put on a calm smile and waved his hand as Will hopped out of the car and practically skipped to the doors.
“Be safe my lamb” Hannibal said and laid his head on the steering wheel. Babies were so much easier…
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“Oh hey, don’t get that one. You can’t wash it, it like totally falls apart.” Said a girl's voice behind Will who whipped around, blue backpack still in his hands.
She was taller than him, black hair pulled into a messy bun on her head, wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans, a maroon and white striped polo shirt, a million different bracelets, black platform boots, and had black makeup smeared around her eyes. ‘ Super cool’ Will thought.
“Oh uh, okay. I’ve never gotten a backpack before, I don't really know what I’m doing.” Will said and gave her a nervous smile, looking back at the wall of all different backpacks. He saw a blue one and had just picked it, assuming all backpacks were the same.
“How have you never gotten a backpack? Where are you enrolled?” The girl asked, crossing her arms and looking at Will in a scrutinizing way.
“Oh I’ve been homeschooled since kindergarten. I’m gonna go to Patterson, I’m a freshman this year.” Will explained and kept his eyes away from the girl’s. Eyes always made him feel… uneasy. Especially with strangers even if it was a cool girl his age.
“Oh no way! Me too! I’ve been going to Patterson for my whole life. I’m Beverly.” The girl said excitedly and stuck out her hand, smile plastered to her face.
“Oh nice to meet you in Will… Graham. Will Graham.” Will said, using his birth name was becoming a new thing. Will Lecter was a kid, Will Graham is a man. At least what he tells himself. Plus daddy already said they hyphenated his name so he could use either last name.
“Well nice to meet you too Will, now put that down, come get one of these, I had one for like eight years and I had to get rid of it because it got burnt.” Beverly said and walked over to where the heavy canvas rucksacks were hanging between the school bags and hunting bags.
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“Will? What do you… Hello” Hannibal said as he spotted his son amidst all the racks of shoes. He stopped short when he noticed Will was standing next to a girl sitting on a bench chewing gum. A bad habit he noted.
“Hey daddy look this is my new friend Bev and she said I need sneakers for PE, like I need gym clothes and stuff.” Will said excitedly and motioned toward the racks of Reebok sneakers in front of them. The girl waved and smiled, polite at least.
“Nice to meet you Miss Bev, I’m Will's guardian, Doctor Lecter. Will get whatever you need or think you need. You know the max on that card.” Hannibal said and felt his skin crawl as he glanced around the store. Too bright, too… cheap. Polyester everywhere, so much harsh lighting, it was giving him a headache.
“Woah, doctor, fancy. Yeah like Will needs all sorts of stuff. Did they not give you your class lists?” Beverly said and stood up after putting the shoes she tried on back in the box and into the cart that they’d been piling both their things into. Hannibal watched but really… Will found himself a friend, it would be fine to buy her supplies.
“Yeah actually it’s uh… daddy where’s that paper? I think I- oh found it!” Will said and showed Bev the wrinkled paper from his back pocket. They stood close to each other, shoulders touching, and Bev ran her finger over the page.
“Yeah so you need like shorts and sneakers and usually like tank tops or t-shirts for that, and maybe a duffel bag if you don’t want your bag to smell like sweat, and then you need like a black polo shirt and slacks for scholar bowl and you’re gonna need a hoodie, like seriously for Mrs Willcox, her room is like negative nine degrees.” Beverly explained and skimmed her finger over the paper at the different classes. WIll nodded along and smiled when Beverly mentioned hoodies.
“I love hoodies! I just got a Mario one” Will said excitedly, bouncing on his feet.
“Oh no way you play Mario! What do you play on?” Beverly asked, matching Will’s excitement.
“Oh I have a gameboy and an NES…. Daddy got me the NES for my birthday and it’s like… so awesome.” Will said and looked over at Hannibal who was smiling, overwhelmed with pride and joy for his… well his pride and joy.
“No way! I have a Pokémon gameboy! I-” Beverly said but Will cut her off with a happy little gasp.
“I love Pokémon!” Will said and off they went on a tangent of yappering together about things Hannibal had no idea about.
“Ahem, Will? Are you fine to continue shopping? I think I’d like to wait in the car?” Hannibal interrupted their conversation.
“Oh yeah! Yes, me and Bev are gonna keep shopping! See you in a minute daddy, thank you!” Will said happily and hopped up to kiss Hannibal’s cheek. Bev laughed and waved Will back over as she began pushing the cart again.
What a wonderful young lady.
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“I’m very proud of you Will. You’ve already made a friend and you’ve signed up for an extracurricular. I just wanted you to know I am very very proud.” Hannibal said as they walked into the house, Will holding his backpack and the bags of clothes while Hannibal carried in every other bag full of supplies and such.
“Thanks daddy, I’m so excited. Do you think I can show you some of the stuff I got today?” Will asked as he twirled back and forth, letting the bags hit his legs. He was smiling, a big happy smile. It warmed Hannibal’s own soul, seeing his sweet baby boy so happy.
“Oh a fashion show just for me? What a treat!” Hannibal said and explained he’d sit by the fireplace and Will could change in the bathroom.
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Will came out in the first outfit. Black Chuck Taylor’s, dark blue jeans, brown leather belt, and a dark green flannel tucked in.
He was smiling widely and did a small spin.
“What do you think? I really like this belt, it’s nice.” Will said and ran his fingers along the edge of the leather. It had a somewhat larger buckle. Surely Hannibal could get him something bett- That’s no way to think. This is what Will wanted and what he chose.
“Absolutely dashing, Will. Very handsome. How are the shoes? Not too tight?” Hannibal asked and Will giggled and pulled his hands together in front of him. He rolled back and forth on his feet.
“No, they're great! I got two other of these shirts and I got a lighter pair of these and a black pair because Bev said everyone wears jeans. I like them a lot!” Will explained, he’d always either worn slacks or little cargo pants. Jeans suited him well, rugged and strong.
“That’s wonderful dear, they look nice on you.” Hannibal complimented and Will did another spin and let out a happy sound.
“Okay now gym clothes hold on.” Will said and scurried back into the bathroom to change.
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Will was wearing something that could barely be called shorts. They were more revealing than his underwear. Short, skin tight, little black shorts that looked to be about as thin as wet paper. He also had on a baggy grey tank top that showed his collarbones, toned arms, and a sliver of slightly haired belly above his waistband. He also had on ankle length white socks and a pair of blue and white sneakers.
Will was blushed pink and grinning with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I got a few of these shorts and um these came in a pack of three and I got two packs. Beverly said the PE classes are split by designation so we won’t have the same one but she said there’s another boy in mine who also likes Pokémon and video games and stuff. She said most of the ‘mega boys wear shorts but I also got some pants.” Will finished and looked down at himself.
He loves it, especially the shoes. Bev had laughed at him when she’d returned and he was wearing a pair she’d picked for herself. Reebok Princess, blue and white, and fit perfectly . And the shorts are great and soft and comfy and the shirts were breathable and comfortable. He feels like a dressed up doll, something so pretty and nice.
“Very handsome Will. I’m sure you’ll meet plenty of people who’ll like the same things as you.” Hannibal said and Will smiled big and open, braces catching the light, green bands on display. Hannibal almost let himself laugh. Will was always a little odd but goodness he was so good. So beautiful and perfect and funny and smart and was blooming into such a wonderful young man.
“Thanks daddy, I’m so nervous and excited. Oh and and! Look at these shirts me and Bev found!” Will said and ran back to his room and pulled off his tank top, bent down and picked up a tshirt. While he was bent down his round bum was on display, Hannibal would have to remind him those shorts were meant for physical education only .
He pulled the shirt quickly over his head and ran back out to Hannibal, holding the bottom of the tshirt to show the colorful image screen printed on it.
“We found a bunch of Pokémon shirts! I got this one and like three others. I even found one with bulbasaur! Bulbasaur is my favorite it’s the one with-“
“The flower on its back, I remember. That looks quite comfortable.” Hannibal said as he looked over the soft looking cotton shirt, it was short but would cover Will’s belly still if lifted his arms.
“Yeha and people who also like Pokémon are gonna know I like Pokémon and Bev is gonna wear her Super Mario shirt on the first day so we can like match.” Will explained in an excited way, voice cracking a bit. His voice cracked a lot these days.
“That’s great. Are you planning on bringing your cards? Do you think we should reorganize them?” Hannibal asked about Will’s Pokémon card binder, each organized every so often. He moved to stand but Will put his hands out.
“No hold on- um… me and Bev also went down to the end of the strip mall…. She took me into one of the more um grown up stores…” Will said and turned as red as a cherry.
“Yes Will?” Hannibal said as he sat back into the chair. If Will had by himself looked into some form of mating ritualism then Hannibal would support him. Will had a very… besmirched idea of mating and sexuality. Perhaps it was a collar or some form of heat assistant.
“I don’t wanna show you what I got but also I want you to see.” Will explained and looked down at his shoes. He wanted a beta or alpha opinion, he wanted to know what daddy thought because daddy was of mating age and had very good taste in… well everything.
“What kind of outfit is it, Will?” Hannibal asked as Will had mentally drifted a bit.
“An omega outfit. A proper… a proper omega outfit. Stereotypical proper outfit. Something… it made me feel really special when I saw it.” Will said, face in flames and heart hammering in his chest, his eyes got wishy-washy with tears.
“I see… Will, why don’t you let me see it so you know if a mate would like it or not? Hmm?” Hannibal offered. He knew exactly why Will had asked in the first place. Will lived off his daddy’s approval and praise.
“Okay… yeah. I’m growing up and soon I’ll have a mate and I need to make sure I know I can look… I can look pretty in things that make me feel special.” Will said and walked with determination to the bathroom and waited for a moment in the doorway, doorknob in his hand.
“Of course Will, of course. Now go make yourself feel special and show me because I am the one who bought it. Go my handsome boy, my little lamb” Hannibal joked lightly and Will snickered as he giddily hid away in the bathroom to change again.
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Will looked perfect. Like a true artist's work. Lips darkened and shiny with gloss, lashes decorated with dark mascara and lids dusted with dark powder. His hair was brushed out making it poof out and large like a cloud around his head.
Held up by two thin straps hanging off his shoulders was the softest flowing little green dress. Hanging just above his knees the dress was layered with a soft darkest green petticoat. There was a pinch at Will's waist, a strap that went around him and was tightened with the lacing at the back which made the dress fit perfectly onto his barely developed curves.
The bodice was sheer green, allowing a view of his slim stomach, and beautiful collarbones, having covers blended into it to sheild his nipples. The bodice had structure built from the dark green fabric, the sides and center making Will look that much slimmer.
The center going up and connecting with a collar around Will's neck, the collar was embroidered with white creating a gentle herringbone pattern.
Adoring his legs were feather light barely tinted green thigh highs, forest green floral design traveling up the sides of them.
Will was sniffling as Hannibal looked him over. Perfect. Will looked perfect. Any alpha would choke to have him. Any alpha would have to nearly die to even ever get near him.
“Will, you look so beautiful. You are such a gorgeous young omega. How do you feel?” Hannibal asked, feeling a bit like a mother bear, wanting to kill to protect his baby boy.
“Special, like a gem. Like I’m… pretty. Like I’m beautiful. I feel special, I feel… happy.” Will said sincerely and smiled down at his own body. He wiggled his toes which caused Hannibal to break a smile.
“You look special darling, more valuable than any gemstone. My lamb, you are so perfect, any alpha would be a fool not to beg for just a word from you.” Hannibal praised and waved his hands gesturing at Will’s beautiful outfit.
“Do you really think so daddy?! I’m glad, I really like it!” Will said as he flopped down into Hannibal’s lap and grinned against his neck. His skirt popped up and Hannibal caught a glimpse of what looked like white lace panties. Not very age appropriate but matching with the outfit.
Hannibal hugged him and kissed his forehead.
“Maybe when you find someone special we can get you something a bit more fitted and custom. Maybe your friend could even take you? That sounds like a good outing for you.” Hannibal offered and rocked back and forth, Will making happy noises and kicking his feet where they hung off the side of the chair.
“Yes daddy, and maybe me and Bev can find me a headband to match cause my hair is so in my face!” Will said and blew a raspberry which caused his hair to fly up and back down against his face. Hannibal chuckled lowly and kissed his head again, feeling so in love with his boy.
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“Will? Did you just bite me?” Hannibal asked in shock as he looked at the boy who was just hugging and dragging on him complaining of being ‘ boredddddd’.
“Mhm, what’re you gonna do?” Will said as he stepped back toward the door, he was springy on his feet, ready to run. Like a puppy jumping around with a ball in its mouth, waiting for someone to take chase.
“Will, it’s not nice to bite.” Hannibal chastised with a wag of his finger. Will walked back over to him with a hesitant suspicious look.
“Yeah… it’s not nice…” Will agreed strangely and leaned forward to seemingly kiss Hannibal’s cheek in apology but instead nipped his ear and bounced back to the doorway with a smile.
“Will! That’s naughty!” Hannibal said again, the last time Will had bitten him, the boy was a toddler and Hannibal was trying to get him to wear socks.
“Yeah it was, now what’re you gonna do? Gonna get me?” Will said with a fire crackling in his eye. His body was a pressed spring, ready to go go go run run get chased .
Hannibal knew school would help Will develop natural needs and wants. Hannibal stood up and unbuttoned his waistcoat and tie. Omegas craved the chase, especially ones that had just been exposed to so many other prepubescent omegas.
Lord… and they said toddlers were tiring.
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“Darling, sweetheart, papa is not so young anymore. Let’s go have a snack. Come, I’ll make grilled cheese like you enjoy.” Hannibal tried to tempt the boy back into the house. They’d been running around the house for nearly an hour and a half straight. Will had run up the stairs twice, around the house three times, and had side stepped Hannibal at least a dozen times. Hannibal hadn’t had to run like that in… years. He was not in hunting shape, he was soft and slow, and made for cooking and cuddling these days.
“But daddy you didn’t catch me! You gotta pin me!” Will said and hopped around where he was standing on the side of the house staring at the bent over panting beta. He was smiling, there was a joy radiating from him so pure it was nearly blinding.
“Will, I don’t want to hurt you by pushing you down. You know daddy doesn’t like to hurt you.” Hannibal tried to convince as he stood back up, hands on his hips. He was barely getting his breath back. Shamed in his unfit ways, he hadn’t noticed himself getting out of shape like this.
“But I want you to pin me!” Will whined and stomped his foot. Brat.
Hannibal walked closer and Will pouted, arms crossed. His blinding joy started to fade to a more… going-to-have-a-tantrum kind of radiance.
“Will…” Hannibal said in a sing-song way, praying the boy would just be good and go in the house. Will huffed and looked away from him. Hannibal moved to put his hand on Will's shoulders and the boy dropped his arms.
“I’m sorry da- Ah!” Will shouted as Hannibal quickly pulled his arms back and pinned Will to the damp ground, face down ass up with Hannibal blanketed over his back. A proper way to pin an omega.
“There, I win. Now lunch.” Hannibal said and sat back on his calves and put his hand on Will's belly to help the boy kneel up.
He instead laid heavily onto his daddy’s hand, arms laden by his head, forehead pressed into the grass, knees shivering.
“Daddy…” Will whimpered and his body warmed up, his cock fevering into erection. His waist dipped into a seductive little pose. He felt tears starting to well in his eyes but the hand on his belly made him feel… a lot.
“Will, that’s enough. We can play chase but you have to control yourself. Now up, come get some food and go do your homework.” Hannibal ordered and rose back up to his feet with a grunt. His legs were gonna be killing him by tonight.
Will whined and hit the ground with his fists a few times, kicking his feet, acting like a toddler having a tantrum.
“No fun!” He said and got up and stomped back into the house, closing his door roughly when he got to it. Hannibal sighed and sat down on the bar stool. He was fucking tired and didn’t know what to do with Will other than to try and make sure he knew when Will wanted to play chase. Playing chase was a good activity for growing boys and helped develop stamina.
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Play chasing surely was one way to keep in shape. Will's legs were strong and plush looking. Hannibal grew to be able to chase and pounce with far more ease. Catching his boy in the dirt and in the house, pulling him from the tree, tackling him over the couch.
Will often would giggle and roll over when caught. Snuggling against his daddy’s chest and saying a sweet little “thank you daddy, sorry for nipping you” and giving Hannibal a kiss on the cheek and going back into the house for a small snack and a drink.
He’d stopped getting hot feeling in his pants after Hannibal made him take a cold shower and told him to keep a cold rag in his pants until he ‘ learned how to behave��� . He’d only ground a little bit onto his daddy’s leg… but Hannibal said there were no exceptions for bad behavior.
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Will enjoyed public school. He liked going and seeing his friends in the morning, he liked his classes that were far too easy but he refused to go to AP classes. He liked the scholar bowl, he loved going to meets and getting to meet all sorts of new people. Him and Bev and a few more of their friends liked to meet up and play games and occasionally they’d come to Will’s house and Hannibal would go… visit a friend.
However teenaged drama was never too far.
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“Why don’t they like me! I try to look pr-pretty and and I’m quiet and and I stay out of the way so why doesn’t anyone like me! I just wanted to get a pretty dress and and get my hair done and and look pretty! Why didn’t anyone ask me!” Will sobbed into the large bowl of horribly chemical riddled ice cream as Hannibal rubbed his back.
School Dance.
No one asked poor little Will Graham to the freshman’s winter formal. Or whatever it was called.
It was tonight at six. It was currently seven. Will had been a wreck since four when he got home from school on the bus. Bev was on vacation for two weeks with family and none of their other friends were going claiming it was lame and stupid. Of course Will had agreed with them but he was crushed .
“I know my lamb, I know. I think you’re the most beautiful omega in the whole world. The stupid little boys at school must be absolutely blind not to notice.” Hannibal tried to get Will to feel a little better. When Hannibal had been in school dances were… for show.
Will sobbed again a big ‘wahhhhhh’ and shoveled more “rocky road” into his mouth. He’d been feeling a bit self conscious. He’d been asked so many times if he was a beta and and did he look like a beta? Did he smell like a beta? Why would they think he was a beta? Was it what he wore? Maybe if he wore a beautiful pastel soft dress to the dance everyone could see he was an omega! But then…
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!” Will sobbed and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.
“You’re not doing anything wrong sweetie I’m sure when the right alpha sees you they’ll fall head over heels and cherish you the way you deserve to be.” Hannibal tried and continues to try and comfort Will until the boy falls asleep at the bar stool and Hannibal carries him back to his room and puts him in bed.
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Will had started to become… repressed. Hannibal had walked in on him rubbing himself against… well everything. Couch pillows, his bed pillow, the arm of the chair, the bar stools, everywhere. Hannibal had reminded him that he could still use his grinding mats from when he was a kid but Will said they were for babies. When heats rolled around he just took closer and sat alone in his room for a few hours till the fever dropped, not allowing Hannibal to get near him.
And he became��fucking mean .
“Can’t you ever just fucking leave me alone! I’m eighteen, I don’t need you old man! You’re not my fucking father, you freak!” Was the straw that broke the camel's back. Will had stopped out the door to go to Bev’s, backpack slung over his shoulder. Will was of age, he needed an alpha to take him.
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“Daddy? Someone’s here to see you. Um Mister Nigel and Mister Adam?” Will hollered as he watched the two men slip off their shoes and coats.
The one man was… handsome. Strong, tattoo showing over a plain black button up short sleeve shirt, tall, blonde hair laying floppily over his forehead. A bit messy.
The other was… Will felt himself get damp at the scent of him. He had short hair, big blue eyes, wearing a grey button up under a yellow sweater vest and a pair of tan slacks, no belt. Will didn’t care though he wanted to sniff him. He was a bit taller than Will so he was perfect to sniff and scent and nip at.
“Oh dear we’re not here just for Hannibal. Hasn’t he explained? It’s alright darling. Not to worry.” The taller man said and ran his hand from Will’s back up to grip gently at his neck. Will’s eyebrows shot up and looked at the man, Nigel. Alpha. Oh Alpha .
Will felt himself get a little away from himself, body slack where he stood, slick dampening his boxers. Hannibal came around the corner and Nigel moved his hand back down to Will’s shoulder blades. Adam had just been rocking back and forth on his feet, not caring at all.
“Will, these are my friends. See Nigel and I ran into each other a few times and sometimes have brunch together. I think you and Adam might get along well. Like we talked about the other day?” Hannibal explained and Will felt himself get shocked back into his head. The other day? When they were talking about omega bonding? When Hannibal gave him a book on omega bonding? The day Will had learned that omegas could fuck each other as long as the alpha(s) approved? That other day?
He was on fire, burning alive. He looked over at Adam… too many layers. But attractive, cute, maybe older than him… experienced. He had to be Nigel’s mate. He had a bite showing barely under his collar.
“Oh… oh! Um daddy are you- do you- um- really?” Will asked in a whispered yell and leaned toward his daddy. Nigel leaned forward and sniffed at the back of Will’s neck and he had to help Will stay stand up.
“Yes Will, why don’t you and Adam go talk in the library by the fireplace. I’m sure poor Adam is cold.” Hannibal guided and turned toward the omega who had kept him company on a few cold nights. Adam smiled and stood up and walked up to stand closely in front of Hannibal.
“My face is cold but that’s it. Nigel makes me wear layers.” He said with a smile and stared somewhere over Hannibal’s shoulder. Hannibal smiled and nodded toward Nigel who sighed and let the boy go.
“Well then go warm your face dear.” Hannibal said more toward Will because Adam was already walking toward the library.
“Okay” Will breathed and followed the scent to the warm library.
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“Will? How are you doing…” Hannibal asked as he looked around the door to the fireplace. He and Nigel had shared a glass of wine… well wine for Hannibal and beer for Nigel. And perhaps a quick sloppy makeout but that wasn’t here nor there.
Will was sitting with his back to the door, kneeling over Adam who was sitting cross legged. Both shirtless, Will was holding onto Adam's shoulders as he sucked and pecked across Will's collarbones as his hands rubbed from shoulders to Will's round bottom still hugged in his jeans.
Adam looked over Will’s shoulder into Hannibal’s eyes. Will squeaked as Adam bit down, grinding down against Adam’s lap.
“We’re fine, Hanni. Go play with Nigel, please.” Adam asked in his usually flat high voice. Will hunched down, pressing his face to hide in the other omega’s neck and scoot forward more so they’re pressed together and he grins down a little bit more.
“Go ‘way. Go ‘way, daddy.” Will pleads weakly and Hannibal smiles and blows a kiss to Adam. The closed the door as Adam pushed Will onto his back, crawling over him.
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Will lived losing his virginity to Adam.
Pulling his jeans away, boxers caught within them. Will was huffing, hands rubbing at his chest and stomach, craving stimulation.
“You’re very pretty Will. Do you think I’m pretty?” Adam asked genuinely as he kicked his own slacks away and folded them on the stack beside Wills own clothes. There was no need to be messy, folded clothes are best.
Will nodded, spreading his legs so Adam could kneel between them, his small cock erect and radiating heat Will could feel against his own underdeveloped soft cock.
“Do you think Nigel’s pretty?” Adam asked as he moved to grab the pillow from where it sat in the seat of the arm chair. He shoved it under Will’s hips and moved so Will had his legs around Adam’s thin waist.
“He’s y-your mate. Alpha, he’s an alpha.” Will whimpered as Adam scootched close enough his tip barely grazed Will’s needy hole. The older boy leaned over Will, forearms framing the younger’s face, their chests and stomach touching.
“You’re a good omega.” Adam stated and slowly brought his hips forward, cock slipping easily into the sloppy slick mess of Will’s hole.
Will made such nice noises, Adam noted as he thought about it. He wasn’t against sex. He didn’t dislike it but he could take it or leave it. Especially topping. When him and Nigel had sex it was different. Nigel took care of him, he didn’t take care of anyone else.
Will cried out and wrapped his arms around Adam’s boney back, he clenched up, slick dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath him.
“Adam! ‘S in me, you're in me.” Will whimpered and crossed his legs together behind Adam’s bum, pulling him to stay as deep inside as possible. Adam nuzzled into Will’s soft neck.
“I can’t give you a knot, Will.” Adam stated and Will nodded, holding onto the older omega tightly. Adam thrusted as much as Will would allow, more just pushing himself against Will.
“Can.. Adam wanna…” Will tried to get out but he just ended up whining pitifully and clenching tightly around the hot cock inside him.
“Can we kiss more?” Will asked finally, big eyes meeting Adam’s, well he was looking at Adam who was looking off to the side but close enough. Adam smiled and leaned down to sweetly kiss Will’s lips.
Will was hungry for it though and soon they laid against one another, tongues caressing each other, hands wondering, penetration abandoned for rubbing against each other, slick mingling.
By the time they’d both warmed up and snuggled into a sleepy haze Will calmed down and tears no longer rolled from his eyes.
Hannibal was happy to see his boy so comfy, Nigel was happy to see his mate finally getting some decent sleep. They’d tossed a blanket over the omega’s and decided they’d be fine by themselves in the library for a little longer…
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It was a usual thing. Each time his heat rolled around Will packed his bag and Nigel came to pick him up and he’d return Will a few days later, fresh and happy.
At least that’s how it lasted till after Will graduated and started taking online college classes. Then occasionally the two would come to House Lecter and well that was fine until June. For some reason Will was getting less and less content until he popped.
“Get the fuck off of me! I’m not a fucking toy! Stop picking at me! You’re not my mate, you’re just using me like a fucking fleshlight! I didn’t even fucking want you in the first place, why don’t you just just fucking go away!” Will screamed as he hit at Nigel’s arms where the alpha had come over to scent the boy while he worked. Nigel stepped back and snarled, how dare an omega be so insolent!
“It’s okay Will, If you even wanna play more though just call. Nigel I want dinner, I’m hungry.” Adam said as he walked through, gameboy in hand. He didn’t even look up. Nigel followed behind him. Just as they pulled on their shoes Hannibal came down the stairs.
“What was that? Will, why are you being so rude?” Hannibal asked but Adam stopped him. Nigel left to leave and Adam stood between the beta and the boy.
“You should call Mr. Vizla. I think Will might need to have a visit to Papa. I think it would help. Bye bye Hanni.” Adam said and got on his tiptoes and gave Hannibal a kiss on the cheek.
Will was already crying and Hannibal hugged him. So emotional, his little Will, so emotional.
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“Sweetheart, we’re going on a trip. This is for the betterment of us both. Montana, I’ve rented a cabin for as long as needed. We’re going, no argument, and we are going to be meeting someone who’s very close to me.” Hannibal said as he stood in Will’s doorway. The boy was laying in bed, he’d been running a small fever, he hadn’t heated in the months since he’d stopped seeing Adam and Nigel.
“Daddy, I don’t wanna. What’s there in Montana?” Will asked and Hannibal came over to pet Will’s hair. He was really hoping he wouldn’t regret letting Will near the older man, letting Will near one of the only people Hannibal had ever hunted with, who willingly asked for Hannibal’s cooking even after he knew. The one person who fed into Hannibal’s indulgences.
“Someone special. A nice little cabin by a lake, it’s a vacation. Trust me, Will.” Hannibal said quiet and Will rolled over to his side and purred. Hannibal kept running his fingers through his boy’s hair for a little longer, enjoying the fluffy mess. Once he knew the omega was asleep he left the room, quietly closing the door.
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“Woah… I love this daddy! Can I go fishing? Oh and for a walk this weather is so good, why haven’t we come here before!” Will said as he dropped his duffle bags and flopped down on the couch that was covered in a rustic printed blanket. Hannibal sighed happily and looked through the kitchen. Duncan said he fixed it up and left some food there for them.
“Even the air smells so fresh and ugh good, I just wanna go roll in the dirt!” Will said and trilled when Hannibal ruffled his hair.
Hannibal sat one in the arm chair and looked out over the lake. The view was wonderful, the puff of smoke coming from the porch of the opposite house made it all that more enticing. He’d cross the lake once Will was to bed.
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Will had never slept so well in his life. The air here, the smells, the sound of the water against the rocks, it was like a glove that fit him perfectly . He’d spent the first few days exploring, sitting beside the water with his shoes off reading, fishing, going on walks into the woods, and lots of just sitting sniffing the air. There was this scent in the air, something not so natural. Something like cigarettes and gunpowder and sweat and… Well one day the breeze was going and Will had the bathroom window pulled open and… he could help but shove a few fingers inside himself. The scent alone was nearly enough alone to put Will into a heat.
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Hannibal spent days reading, working on his ipad, and going off on his own. Will didn’t know there was another hunting lodge only a mile or so away. Hannibal felt alive, really alive . He hunted, carved, really took time and enjoyed it. He snuck away to Duncan’s cabin and talked for hours, snuggling in with the older alpha, sharing long heated kisses, occasionally sneaking a hand down to make Duncan relax a bit.
This trip really was paying off.
Especially when one morning Will woke up in heat. He was burning up, slick dripping down his legs where he stood, waiting for Hannibal. His daddy had woken him up and told him to get dressed, Will did even as the waves of need rolled over him with more and more power.
Barely pulled into a pair of now soaked jeans, a hoodie, and his sneakers without any socks. Will was whining, knees pressed together, arms crossed over his belly. Hannibal was taking his time, he wanted Will ready when they got to Duncan’s.
“Daddy, come on, where are we even goin?” Will whined and Hannibal guided him out the door and toward the car. Hannibal pushed Will into the seat and climbed into the driver's side.
“We’re visiting my good friend. He lives there, across the water. Duncan Vizla, I told him about you. You’re gonna go meet him and see what you think.” Hannibal explained and Will kicked his feet, whining, arm still wrapped around his belly.
“Stupid! No! I wanna-” Will said, full of frustration before letting out a scream and kicking the dash and slamming his body back against the seat a few times. Hannibal swallowed and kept his eyes forward. He’d seen Will scenting up the air, knowing Duncan had an… acquired smell.
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“William Henry Graham get out of the car.” Hannibal said in a threatening low voice. Will had been fighting him off every time he tried to get the boy to walk the few feet to the door.
“No! I hate you! I hate you! Go ‘way!” Will screamed and kicked some more. He’d soaked the seat through now, stomach cramping and twisting in pain instead of washing with waves of need. Hannibal sighed and was about to just get Will in some kind of hold and carry him in, but he heard the front door of the cabin open and close behind him.
Will reacted immediately, eyes opening, tears falling down his face as his arms reached out. He pushed himself out of the car like he was being pulled toward the older man like a magnet.
“Papa, Alpha ” Will cried out and then suddenly he was on the ground, his knees first and then pushing his forehead into the soft dirt. The older man made his way down the few steps and then stood over the boy’s body. Will fell onto his side, arms wrapped around his belly and knees drawing up to his chest. He forced his eyes open….
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It had been years since he’d heated in a hospital. The last time he had to be around the clock monitored. He’d been throwing himself down trying to get an orgasm to calm himself down, stressed out and moving frantically under the covers, the whole room smelled like burning chemicals, frantic omega. He gave up with a huff and the nurse who’d been working on a computer leaned back in her chair and sighed too.
“Ya know, How about we try something else. Something that’s helped me in heat when I was a kid like you. Wanna try?” She’d offered and leaned forward onto her arms on the desk. Will huffed for a second and agreed. Worth a shot, he thought.
“Close your eyes and picture the perfect mate, someone you wanna spend your whole life with.” The nurse said and Will tried to picture it. He could see it sort of… not a picture perfect future but something. Napping in their lap, sex, getting pet by them, sex, taking baths together, and of course mating heat sex.
“Can you see ‘em? Describe them.” The nurse said and Will started to move again under the blanket. He tried to picture something but… someone he didn’t even know started to show in his mind. He could see him but… had they even ever met?
“It’s um.. It’s a man. Tall, strong, he’s uh, he’s got big strong hands. He’s… handsome. Really handsome. He’s, ah fuck, he’s got a beard and mustach and stuff and he’s hairy. His arms and chest and belly. His hair’s all black and silver. He’s older, strong. Oh god, oh my god. Um, um, he, he’d take care of me. Like I was a real ‘mega. Oh, oh my god, yeah, he’d be so nice to me! He’d, he’d fuck me like a real alpha!” Will finished and he tensed up, twitching. The orgasm taking the edge off and making him feel calmer.
“Didn’t take you as an age gapper. Looks like you’re on the hunt for a silver fox!” The nurse teased and giggled. Will huffed at himself, he didn’t even know this dream man but here he was cumming to the image of him.
“I didn’t know either”
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Will thought back to that as he stared up at the man he’d knotted himself to the image of. His brain was mushy, his body on fire with incredible need, and there he was.
Tall, strong, silver fox.
“ Papa ” Will sobbed and reached out to grab any part of the man who had his arms crossed looking down like he was looking at gum on the street. Will grabbed onto one of his ankles, the man was barefoot, Will felt like just touching his skin calmed him.
“He’s a bit small.” Said the man in a deep deep voice.
“He’s begging, please, Dunc, just… please? Give him a chance.” Hannibal pleaded and Will sobbed out. He just wanted to be taken care of in this perfect place by this perfect man.
“Hannibal, go back to your place. Don’t call, don’t come over here. I’ll call you when I’m done.” Duncan said to the younger man. He’d never put up with Hannibal’s controlling nature.
“Alright just… be careful with him.” Hannibal said as he climbed back in the car and drove off. Duncan waited until Hannibal was out of the driveway to pick up the little sobbing omega, holding him against his chest.
“Hello, little one. Aren’t you the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Come on then, Papa’s gonna make it better.” Duncan said and Will trilled happily and rutted up against that alpha. Will was taking in big huffing breaths of the alpha’s scent.
“Pa,papa, smell so good. Alpha, alpha, alpha” Will grumbled and rubbed himself anywhere he could. Arms against shoulders, feet and ankles against hips and thighs, chest against chest.
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“ God! My fucking guts, papa so fucking big!” Will cried out as Duncan sat him down full onto his cock. Will held onto the older man’s shoulders as he shook, body putting so much effort into just making room for Duncan’s cock.
They were sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace by the window. Duncan, stripped bare of his shirt but pants just pulled down around his cock, and Will stripped down bare. Will was straddling him, knees shoved into the chair’s cushion on each side of the alpha’s hips. His hands had wandered across the fuzzy front of the man, Will particularly liked the hair around his belly button, soft and thin.
“Good baby, gonna take my knot? Come on, just a little bit” Duncan harshly grumbled into Will’s ear and grabbed two handfuls of Will’s soft ass and lifted in a little over an inch and pushed him back down. The boy let out a squeak and squeezed his knees together, trying not to clench around the huge thing sitting inside him.
“C-can’t, too big, can’t m-move” Will whimpered and just tried not to let himself get ripped open. He felt like he was filled past the bring twice . Duncan hummed, vibrating in his chest causing Will to arch and rub his chest against the alpha’s, the coarse hair feeling wonderful against Will’s soft sensitive nipples.
Duncan lifted the boy up again, only a few inches, and pushed him back down. Will yelled out and held on tightly to the alpha’s shoulders, nails digging in.
The alpha made a rhythm and kept it, up and down. Will had leaked down to the floor, a puddle forming under them.
“Good pup, daddy’s good little puppy” Duncan whispered into Will’s ear and that only caused the boy to gush out more slick, crying out and digging his nails into Duncan’s shoulders.
Will was letting out sobbing long wanton moans, broken at each thrust down. His body creating a sweet little place for Duncan to fuck. The older man hadn’t felt so so good in so long, he hadn’t knotted anyone in… too long.
Long enough so that when his knot began to swell he stopped lifting and pushing the boy to simply holding him tightly against his chest and thrusting up into him in short little ticks.
“Knot me! Knot me! Gimme it please please please alpha alpha ” Will cried out and his muscles started their own matching rhythm of clenching and milking, trying to get their fill. Duncan grunted with the last few thrusts, his knot snagging on Will’s slicked snug little hole.
When the knot finally tied them together, no longer being able to be popped back out, Will bit down. He drove his teeth into the alpha’s shoulder as his thick cum pumped into him, filling him so perfectly. He felt… so far away by the time his jaw unclenched and his teeth unclamped.
Duncan was in heaven. Such a cute little thing. So tight, so warm, so welcoming. He leaned back in his chair, Will falling against his chest, asleep and muscles still trying to milk the last few drops of cum from Duncan’s cock.
“Good pup, good omega” Duncan whispered and kissed Will’s forehead and peaked down at his belly. Will had a small pooch, a little puffy pocket full of cum. Duncan put his hand there, he could feel himself still pushing against the boy’s insides. Will whimpered a bit and tried to turn but his legs were stuck.
“Okay puppy, bend your leg…” Duncan instructed and moved the boy around, still held down to him by the knot, to sit sideways in his lap. Will immediately curled up and laid his head onto Duncan’s shoulder. Snuggling in. Just like his father, Duncan thought, which caused a smile on his lips as he pulled the quilt from the floor beside them. He tossed it over them and tucked it around Will. He could already feel himself getting soft but his knot held them together still. He wasn’t a young man but Will seemed satisfied.
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Hannibal was happy to receive a hushed call saying they were done and Will was sleeping. He came in and Will was snuggled into Duncan’s lap, purring and drooling a bit against his chest.
“Bring him back. He’s a good puppy.” Duncan said and pet Will’s wild hair.
“Bring him home. He smells even better.” Hannibal said and leaned down to place a kiss on Will’s head and then a short peck to Duncan’s lips.
“Now then! Dinner!” Hannibal said and began to carry in cooler bags in and busy himself in the kitchen.
#fanfic#egg_company#smut tag#hannigram#hannibal fanfic#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#omega will graham#alpha duncan vizla#alpha nigel#nigel charlie countryman#duncan vizla#omega adam raki#adam 2009#adam raki
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Incorrect Quotes:
Nine, in FOF: I don't need my legs to kick you fat a**. Five, in the NY brawl: That is because you can't anyway. --- Marina: I can trust you, right? Six, expert in blades but never cut her own hair, with a scissor: Sure. --- Sarah: Hey, John! What's your favorite cake? On three, two, one- John and Sarah, in unison: Chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting and chocolate chunks! Sam: Our turn. One, two, three- vanilla! Six, deadpan: I've never had cake in my life. --- Marina: Why is Adam covering his ears? Six: I told him they turn red whenever he lies. Marina: Why? Six: Look. *Turns to Adam*. HEY ADAM, DO YOU LIKE US? Adam, with hands on his ears: NO! --- John to Lawson: With all due respect, which is none- --- Nigel: You can never lose an argument if you say 'shut up, nerd' at the end. Kopano: Yes, you can. Nigel: Shut up, nerd. --- Adam: Fuck. John: Language. Marina: Shit! John: Language. Six: That's one crazy motherfucker. John: Language. Nine: Who the fuck are you calling an asshole, bitch? John: Language. Ella: What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro? John: ... John: What the fuck? --- Nine: look, dude, I want to apologize for everything I've said and done before. For what it's worth, I really like having you around. Five: ... Five: No you don't. Nine: I know, I have dreams where I staple your fingers to your face.
#lorien legacies#number four#john smith#number five#number six#number seven#number eight#number nine#number ten#adamus sutekh#sam goode#marina lorien legacies#ella lorien legacies#nigel barnabey
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I have to show you this cursed AI Clace from Instagram. Jace and Clary in this are actually the AU descendants of Will and Six Fingered Nigel. Also Clary or the Vanishing Arms probably can't hold a stele, which is unfortunate because I am very fond of TMI and want to keep it around
OMG LMAOOO, not Six Fingered Nigel 😂💀
I’ll take a beautiful art over an AI any day, they never disappoint lol
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Snippets of Life (Reality) Masterlist
all that you are (ao3) - possumdnp
Summary: “I don’t want to speak for him too much,” he says. “We’re best friends, arch enemies, husbands, business partners, partners in crime, soul mates, just mates, who the fuck knows?”
Snippets of life: this is what they are to each other.
Bits and Pieces of Our Lives (ao3) - Ablissa
Summary: Little snippets taken out of the lives of Dan and Phil, set at different points in time.
Cross Your Fingers, Here We go (ao3) - JudeAraya
Summary: One day it would happen; Phil didn’t know if today or next month or next year, only that one day it would be like any other milestone they’d achieved together, the inertia of a too-big love in a very lucky life.
for what it's worth, it was worth all the while (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: UK tour is over and Europe calls. Snippets and musings from the Interactive Introverts tour.
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He manages maybe one or two hours of sleep.
When Dan wakes up, bright-eyed and smiling, Phil says he slept fantastically and takes the coldest shower he can to make it look like that could be the case.
here we are (ao3) - jackiednp
Summary: dan wants to say i love you (snippets from when dan and phil first met)
Home is Where We Love (ao3) - Emejig16
Summary: A mini snippet into the lives of Dan and Phil Howell-Lester and their children.
Moving Day (ao3) - yikesola
Summary: Little looks into the many different times Phil Lester has moved house.
A fic about boxes and change.
Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid
Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.
Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.
Pillow Talk - somelikeitpink
Summary: Snippets of their timeline shared in their bedroom.
Small pieces in love (ao3) - Secret_kingdom
Summary: A collection of moments showing Dan and Phil's relationship through the years.
so glad you're here. (ao3) - schnaf
Summary: Dan is travelling through time. - It's 2009 and Dan is on the way to Manchester to meet his crush. It's 2019 and Dan is on his way back to London to be reunited with his boyfriend.
The Pianist And The Man Who Understood Him - six-foot-two-phanchild
Summary: Dan has Asperger’s. Phil has depression.Thus is a chronological series of snippets of their lives.
they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail
Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.
She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.
You Are the Only One (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Little snippets of Dan and Phil's lives from meeting to marriage based off the lyrics of Ed Sheeran's "One" from both Dan and Phil's POV. Some angst with mainly fluff and a happy ending.
you're good for my soul, it's true (ao3) - t_hens
Summary: ways Dan has helped Phil cope with his anxiety over the years.
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Baby I wanna love you so badly, make me feel so manly, when we cuddle on the couch and watch Ryans toy's reviews, wanna watch and learn as you play the flute, spending everyday with you - missed call from my mom, was too busy with Squillian Fancyson, I want to cry and cry and hang out with at least one guy, french fry, french fry, french fry, french fry, Ronald Mcdonald get out of my head, I can see your long red fingers under my bed, I bought a used dirt bike off of ebay, thing didn't run I was depressed for six days, CSGO gambling sponsorship paid my rent, I lost my morals back in Romania, I'm trying to save all the kids, yeah, 2002 Volkwagen Jetta, smell like crayons, yeah, general chicken with rice... I miss my wife. Miss my wife
Hannibal blinked, considered closing the door in Nigel's face, although only for a moment.
"You are very lucky I am aware of your... odd taste in music, otherwise I believe I might be calling BSHCI to have you set up with a room there on a permanent basis. I might have to bribe Frederick Chilton to take you, however, and the last thing I need is to owe that man anything."
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Do you have a favorite Bones episode/plot line????
AH yes okay i have a few so hang with me,
Hodgins is the loml so ‘finger in the nest’ is everything to me that therapy session with sweets is so me i cant get over it at all. I feel like it was a great representation of the autistic rage that i feel so frequently and i so understand it. The scene and the way that the rest of the jeffersonian still showed they cared for hodgins is so comforting for me.
Parts in the sum of the whole: how could i not be insane about this episode. For real, i, as a sciency person i felt SEEN through that whole thing and its just such a fun episode! I really loved season one and it was super nice to see everyone back together!
Im insane about the gormogon arc, i have been since i was like…nine. Widows son in the windowshield was the second episode i ever watched (when i was six lol) so it holds a super special place in my heart. I just love when hodgins gets all insane about the conspiracies and the interpersonal relationships between everyone at the jeffersonian seriously shows throughout this.
OKAY i forgot the episode but my favourite moment ever is when hodgins is casually playing with a plastic dinosaur in the lab he is SO ME fr.
My favourite sweets episode is The Bullet in the Brain (can you tell i love hurt/comfort). I just love when a tv show lets characters struggle with their mental health and be open about that kinda thing. also him playing with that stim toy? autism headcanons went wild for that. As a whole i love the gravedigger plot line cause it really strengthened the relationships and trust within the team and is epic to watch.
I love the Truth in the Myth too! cause vincent nigel murray!!! hes so great!!! Its a super funny episode that manages to tackle recovery from addiction in a simultaneously entertaining but respectful and educational way.
There is definately way more that I cant think of right now but this infodump was the best thing ever thankyou so much im thriving rn for real
#jack hodgins#vincent nigel murray#lance sweets#bones tv#autistic#adhd#seeley booth#temperance brennan#bones
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Thess vs Non-Proportional Representation
So, with an eighty-six seat majority (and two constituencies undeclared), Labour has won the election by the proverbial landslide. The Conservatives lost 251 seats in total (including Penny Mordaunt, Jacob Rees-Mogg, and that asshole Grant Schapps, which almost makes up for Badenoch and Patel staying). The Liberal Democrats got 71 seats, which kind of surprised me because I'm sorry, but bungee jumping is not a damn campaign strategy. And the Greens and the Reform Party both got four seats. The former is pretty good. The latter is horrifying.
And it's even worse when you look at the actual voting numbers, and start seeing the exact problem with First Past The Post. Focusing on the main parties (and leaving aside Plaid Cymru, SNP - which took a beating but never mind - the DUP etc), here's number of votes to number of seats:
Labour - 9,712,011 (412)
Tories - 6,814,469 (121)
Liberal Democrat - 3,499,933 (71)
Reform - 4,091,549 (4)
Green - 1,939,502 (4)
Other independent parties - 839,492 (7)
Does someone want to explain to me how the fuck that works? It's not that I'm not glad that Reform didn't get more seats than it did, or that the Greens managed to get some seats, but when you look at the actual numbers, Reform voters outnumber Lib Dem voters and yet somehow Lib Dem's got seats in the double digits. Indie parties got more seats combined than Greens or Reform with fewer overall votes!
Basically what overall votes show me is how much worse this could have and should have been. It shows me how many scary fucking people are in this country. Nearly 4.1 million votes for Reform, dear gods. I don't know what in the right wing bullshit is going on in this damn country but dear gods, I hope Labour a) does enough good for the economy that maybe they'll simmer the fuck down and b) doesn't decide to tilt way, way too fucking far to the right to appease these fuckers. They still got a third more votes than the Tories, so that's something, but when an ultra-right monster of a 'party' (actually a corporation, but whatever) gets the third-largest chunk of the vote share, I get worried. Mostly because I and a lot of people I care about are in the demographic that those assholes want to just get rid of.
I still want proportional representation. I mean, this is just gross. I have to dig pretty far down to find out what "the will of the people" actually is. But the will of some of these people scares me, and I can only hope that the current sitting government fixes enough of what went wrong so that it tilts back the other way. This country is so proud of being "the tiny island nation that stood up against the Nazis", and yet nearly 4.1 million voted for Nazis. There are reports of Nigel Farage having said "Hitler was right" (though he has the political acumen not to quite say that nowadays, and apparently blamed pro-Hitler sentiment in his party on an "admin error", and how the fuck you do that, I have no idea, but anyway) and admired Enoch Powell. (Erm, for the Americans - Tory leader in the 60s, was dead set against us joining the European Economic Community, and gave what is called the "Rivers of Blood" speech in 68 talking about how significant Commonwealth immigration and the Race Relations Act would ensure that "the black man had the whip hand over the white man" in 10-15 years. It was a racist manifesto and it was disgusting. I would also like to note that Margaret Thatcher thought that speech had "some meat" and there was also very little uproar about it in the House, so the fact that he got punted out of government and never held a senior seat in government again is kind of a miracle, but never mind.)
4.1 million people voted for bigoted dickcheeses and I don't know where the government is going right now. I'd like to be happier that the Tories are out but I can't. Not until I've seen some evidence that this is actually going to be change for the better. Fingers crossed for the first 100 days, I guess.
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Will and the Six-Fingered Nigel
“The Devil Tavern, if you must know.” Will sighed and leaned against one of the posts of the bed. “I had such plans for this evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower-selling child who asked me for twopence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me.” “A little girl robbed you?” Tessa said. “Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel.” “Easy mistake to make,” Jem said.
“I want to be back before dark,” Will said. “I have an assignation in Soho this evening with a certain attractive someone.” “Goodness,” Tessa said to the back of his head. “If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he’ll expect you to declare your intentions.” Jem choked on his tea.
#Will herondale#Tessa gray#Jem Carstairs#The infernal devices#Clockwork Prince#Clockwork Princess#Clockwork angel#Quotes#heronstairs#Wessa#Herongraystairs#Cassandra clare#Cillian Murphy#Peaky blinders#James herondale#Kit herondale#The lost hours#James Carstairs
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Lucifer the Puppeteer of Terrors (CTCD OC)
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Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic
Likes: Puppets, Barry(ally), torturing people, Smiler(accomplice, favours), performing shows, entertainment, smiling, Team Frostbite(allies), candy
Dislikes: Frowning, failure, anyone touching his mini puppets, rhubarb, sultanas, oatmeal raisin cookies
Allies: Team Frostbite, Chief Azrael, Barry, Twigs, Claude, Nigel, Blizzard, Smiler(accomplice), Bunitty, Damien, Malcolm, Snowflake, Freaky Fred, Katz, Le Quack, Cajun Fox, Weremole, Black Puddle Queen, Clutching Foot
Neutral: Courage, Muriel, Computer, Shirley
Enemies: Eustace, Toxin, Sirius, Raven, Mad Dog, Cruel Veterinarian
Facts about him
Lucifer is named after the Hell Lord of Pride - Lucifer
He is the leader of the Seven Tribes of Honour with Smiler accomplishing him
Lucifer has four mini puppets, two each on his shoulder, they appear to be sentient and change the same expressions as their master
His neutral relationship with Courage is that he does enjoy seeing him in fear and put pain into him, but he does show honour and respect for the dog
When he meets Courage's enemies, he is quite interesting with their skills against the dog. The six also agree with what he says and think of him as their true leader
His design is inspired by Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel
He can release white and red strings out of his fingers and use his hands to control his puppets
His eyes are normally yellow, but they change black with yellow pupils when as a full demon
His headcanon voice would be Joker from DC (Mark Hamill voice)
He is shown to like candy
The names of his mini puppets are G, R, I and N
Lucifer is allergic to rhubarb and anything that has rhubarb in it
#oc ref sheet#ctcd oc#ctcd#courage the cowardly dog#digital art#digital artwork#art#artwork#oc info#oc reference#demon oc#puppeteer
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@formshaper: [dream] do you visit cemeteries often? — GARDEN OF EARTHLY BODIES STARTERS
' what, you don't? tch, the way you doll up, squire, i'd've thought trippin' amongst the tombstones would be yer go-to weekend off. best be careful, or the kids'll call you a poser. '
it all falls dismally flat, artificial mirth tapering out into heavy silence. he tips his head back and blows out a breath, the rising fog of life crystallizing in the cold air; the only sign of life, within these gates. ' you askin' me if i do it fer kicks, or to grave-dig? answer's the same either way: not really. ' he looks sideways to flash dream a humorless grin. ' gets dead boring around here. '
two rows back and three left from the open grave he's standing in, alba suria is buried. four back and seven right is nigel archer, despite his fervent fucking wish to be cryo-frozen and sunk to atlantis, the numpty. ritchie simpson had been cremated — no choice, the state of him — but his sister's plot is three rows down from rick the vic's, which is eight across from straff and his mum, forty feet from the fence that separates all your average everyman's corpses from intruding on the solace of the wannabe pharaohs of london and keeps albert case securely guarded inside the sackville mausoleum.
so, yeah, maybe he does visit cemeteries a bit often. why not? all his friends are here.
' . . . do they dream? where they are? ' he doesn't know why he asks. he certainly doesn't fucking want to know the answer. he chucks the spade out of the hole and crouches down to shove his hands in the dirt, digging with a viciousness born of defensiveness, carving past worms and shavings of rotted wood and grimacing as tiny pebbles squeeze up underneath his fingernails. there's something cathartic about the pain, about breaking his manicure down into mess. there's something cathartic about getting his hands dirty. ( better late than never, right me old mates? ) ' always sort of hoped they would. maybe just to pass the time, like. or to make it easier losin' everything and everyone you ever cared about. 'ere — '
he straightens up abruptly and tosses something out of the grave to dream: it's a skeletal forearm, with just enough stubborn ligament to keep most of the hand flopping comically at one end. the middle finger is up. constantine's grin is just as wide and toothy as every other six-foot-down denizen of this shithole.
' — give us a hand, wouldje? '
see, that's the really fun thing about being mates with a guy who's not so up on human culture: all the old jokes never get old.
#formshaper#this went! a direction!#john (professional cemetery lurker): why would you ask me this#also john: why would i ask YOU this#also the idea of some goth kids calling dream a poser has me ROLLING#ask to tag /#( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. )#( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.#sched.
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helen in a circus au? like, she's the ring leader. go wherever u want with this.
Girl help I tried writing in second person.
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You’re six years old and full of wonder, and your heart is racing in your chest. You move as quietly as you know how, with slow steps and measured breaths. If you get caught, you’ll be sent back to your room. It’s a nice room-the only one you’ve ever known-but it’s lonely when Mother and Father go away. They’re gone right now, preparing for the show, and they think you’re sound asleep.
Distantly, you hear the crowds, and you think for a moment of trying to sneak into the big tent to see the show. It must be fun; everyone’s so loud, and the laughter carries across the campgrounds. But Father knows all, and Mother sees all. You’d be caught in a second if you went in.
Instead, you weave through the smaller tents and trailers, keeping your head down and your eyes wide open. What you’re looking for, you aren’t sure, but you’ll know it when you see it. You pass the costume trailer, a small empty tent with a horrible smell, and a dozen more before you come to a trailer with a large sign on the door.
Though you’re young, you’re clever, and you’ve always liked to read, so you know precisely what it says: Playroom. Keep out! Well, you think, that’s rather silly. What’s the point of a playroom if you can’t go in it? Shaking your head, looking around once more to make sure you’re alone, you push open the door and step inside. Then, you freeze.
There’s a boy looking back at you with wide, shining eyes, his hair sticking up in all directions. He doesn’t look much older than you, but your wonder is born anew: his nails are nearly as long as his fingers, silver and sharp, and his teeth are pointed and gleaming. Fangs, you think, though you can’t quite remember where you’ve heard the word before. He has fangs.
“Hello,” you say softly, because he looks a little afraid. “I’m Helen. What’s your name?”
“Nikola.” He watches you, and you’re not altogether sure what he’s looking for, but after a few long seconds, he frowns. “Are you one of the bad people?”
“Bad people?”
“Mr. Magnus said the bad people might come and try to take us away.”
It’s funny, hearing someone call your father Mr. Magnus, though you know people do it often. You’re so distracted by it, it takes you a moment to hear the rest of his words. When you do, though, you pause, looking around the small room. Us? Sure enough, three other boys are there, watching you with curiosity and fear. Two of them look normal, but one… One you can hardly see at all, apart from his own eyes. You know he must be there-or else there’s jeans and a faded shirt floating for no reason at all-but you cannot see them.
One of the boys, taller and just a touch more stout, clears his throat. “She’s not one of the bad guys,” he says firmly, and he talks a bit like your father. Like he expects people to listen to him. “She’s too little. And she didn’t know we were here.”
“Are you sure?” The last boy is curled up, arms wrapped around his knees. You think he might be even shorter than you, and he speaks just above a whisper.
You cut in, a bit offended. “I’m not one of the bad guys,” you protest. Then, a bit softer- “Mr. Magnus is my father.”
“Okay!” This is, apparently, good enough for the invisible boy. “I’m Nigel, and that’s James-” He points to the one who first said you weren’t bad. “And that’s John.” The quiet one nods, but says nothing else. “Do you want to play with us?”
You cannot remember the last time you played with anyone but Mother and Father. Have you ever? “Yes!” Then, you look around. “But why would the bad people come get you?”
They all look to James, and he shrugs. “I’m smarter than everyone,” he says, which is really quite rude. You very nearly tell him so, but you do want to hear what he has to say. “And Nikola looks scary. And Nigel can make himself all see-through.”
“And John?” The boy in question withdraws even more into himself.
Nikola huffs. “Johnnyyyy,” He says in a funny way that makes you grin, dragging out each letter so that they sound really long. “Show her.”
John meets your eyes, finally, and there’s a question on his face. You don’t know what it is, but you know you’d like to see whatever it is that makes him different (though you don’t think it could be cooler than fangs), so you nod once, slowly. He nods back, and for a moment, he stays perfectly still. Then-
You blink, mind racing, trying to figure out what just happened. He was across the room, and then he was touching you, and now you’re across the room, and it hasn’t even been a second. How did he-?”
“John can teleport,” James says.
Teleport. That’s a big word, and you’ve never heard it before, but apparently, it means he moves really fast. And it’s-you like it, you realize, grinning as your mind starts to catch up with what happened. You felt weightless, just for a moment, like nothing could hold you back. You felt free.
You like that a lot.
“Again,” you say, and then-belatedly-”Please?”
Something funny crosses John’s face, and you don’t know what it is, though you’ll understand when you’re older. (When you’re thirteen years old and he sees you in a dress for the first time, and turns an odd shade of red. When you’re fifteen and he kisses you, tucked away in a quiet corner as the rain pours down outside. When he’s seventeen and tells you he loves you, and you never want him to leave your side. When you’re twenty-one and he slides a ring on your finger, and tells her about the moment he knew he’d follow you to the ends of the earth: this moment, here and now.)
Then he rests his hands on your arms, closes his eyes, and the two of you disappear, landing at the edge of the campgrounds, surrounded by empty cars. He takes you back, then, and the five of you play together for hours, until exhaustion wins out.
Your parents find you lying on a stuffed animal, your boys sitting all around you, a makeshift guard with paper swords and foam shields.
“Please don’t make her leave,” Nikola says, before you’re even awake enough to speak. Father sighs.
“Helen has to go back to her room now,” he says, but there’s something light in his voice, and you know he isn’t truly angry. That’s good; you always feel so guilty when you make him angry. “But…” He looks at Mother, and the two share one of their looks, the ones that hold smiles and secrets. “I suppose she can come back and play again tomorrow.”
(And so you will, again and again, as the years go by. The five of you become inseparable, even as you grow older and join in the show. Wherever someone sees one, they always see the others, usually led by you-you with your head held high, shoulders squared, ready to take on the world. You’re older now, but still full of wonder, and you hope it never fades.
One day, Father turns to Mother, and they share a special look. “That girl will be the ringmaster one day,” he tells her, and you’ve never felt more proud.
Then, Mother chuckles. “She already is.”)
#helen magnus#john druitt#magnitt#sanctuary#answered#thanks for the ask!#lattes of love#this was going to be longer but brain said no#it was going to zoom in on several years#and end with something like 'you're thirty five and full of wonder and your heart is racing in your chest'#which. i'm sad i lost that line. but i just didn't have the. buildup to get there in my brain. so. alas.
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Trans women banned from high-level women’s chess events
As anyone who has ever played the game knows, chess pieces are deceptively heavy. Enormous hand strength and lung capacity are required to move even a tiny pawn across a board. Shifting a rook or a queen? That can exhaust a delicate lady’s fingers for weeks on end. And don’t get me started on the spatial intelligence and mental acuity required for chess. Even thinking about the game makes my poor little woman brain hurt.
Obviously, this is all nonsense. And yet men have long been keen to push the idea that they’re somehow innately better at chess than women. “[Women] are terrible chess players,” Bobby Fischer proclaimed in 1963. “I guess they’re just not so smart … I don’t think they should mess into intellectual affairs, they should keep strictly to the home.”
As recently as 2015 Nigel Short, then vice-president of the world chess federation Fide, claimed that “men are hardwired to be better chess players than women”, adding: “You have to gracefully accept that.” The English grandmaster went on to explain it was clear men and women’s brains are different because he helps his wife get the car out of the garage and she has more emotional intelligence than him.
Fide still seems to believe that cis women are born lacking some sort of chess gene. How else does one explain their recent decision that transgender women cannot compete in its official events for females until a review of the situation – which may take up to two years – is made by its officials. Certainly, Fide hasn’t made it clear what sort of innate advantage they think trans women may have.
There have, of course, already been several defenses of Fide’s decision. But rather than being based on any firm evidence, they seem to be constructed out of sexist assumption and shaky science. Debbie Hayton, a trans woman who writes frequently for conservative outlets, wrote in UnHerd: “It’s possible that evolution has left men with an innate advantage in chess.” Hayton backed that up with a quote from a (female) Harvard biologist about males having a large advantage over females in spatial ability. But that’s not entirely true. While you can certainly cherrypick lots of studies that show men’s spatial abilities are superior, there are also lots of recent studies that refute this. A 2020 study in Nature Scientific Reports, for example, found no difference between male and female spatial abilities. Any differences previously found, a lot of research suggests, may be down to testing methodologies.
It is true, of course, that men dominate the upper echelons of chess. But why do you think that is? Do you really think it’s because men are brainier? Do you really think it’s because men and women’s brains are hardwired differently? Or do you think it’s because structural sexism stops a lot of young girls from getting into chess? Sexist assumptions seep into us from a very young age: a disturbing 2017 study found that girls as young as six believe that brilliance is a male trait. This social conditioning affects everything from career choices to hobbies.
Forget trans women for a moment, should there be separate women and men’s categories at all in chess? That’s a little tricky. Because far fewer women go into chess than men there’s certainly a strong case for keeping some separate men and women’s categories for the moment. But the idea that you wouldn’t ever see women win if the categories were mixed-sex is misguided. Nigel Short has certainly been beaten by a woman: Judit Polgar, who was ranked as high as No 8 in the world, has a winning record against him.
Perhaps men like Short are so keen on a separation of the sexes because they’re worried about their own performance. Look at air rifle shooting, for example, a sport where men and women are evenly matched. “Shooting wasn’t always split by gender,” air rifle coach Heinz Reinkemeier told ESPN in a 2021 article. “In the 1976 Olympics, the American Margaret Murdock won a silver medal in the free shooting event … after that the men decided to split shooting up into men and women because they didn’t like to be overtaken by the girls.”
Again, I think the question of whether men and women should play in separate categories in high-level chess is tricky. However, I can’t see any case for stopping trans women from competing in the women’s category. Ultimately women’s chess isn’t helped by gatekeeping definitions of women. It’s not helped by excluding trans women; it’s helped by encouraging more women to get into chess and dismantling gender stereotypes. If your argument for excluding trans women is that women have inferior brains than men then you are no feminist, you are a pawn of the patriarchy.
Trump-appointed judge said he supports banning abortion pills because people like looking at babies
Fifth circuit judge James Ho argued: “It’s well established that, if a plaintiff has ‘concrete plans’ to visit an animal’s habitat and view that animal, that plaintiff suffers aesthetic injury when an agency has approved a project that threatens the animal … Doctors delight in working with their unborn patients – and experience an aesthetic injury when they are aborted.” Yes, you read that right, a judge just compared women’s bodies to wildlife habitats. If you are wondering what on earth is going on with the fight over abortion pills in the US, the Guardian has a good explainer here.
A quick reminder: LinkedIn is not a dating app
Up to 91% of US women who use the professional networking site regularly have received romantic messages from other users, according to a recent survey.
Texas jury orders man to pay ex-girlfriend $1.2bn in image-based sexual abuse case
The woman, who went by “DL” in court documents, is obviously unlikely to recover anywhere near that amount – getting her harasser to pay anything at all isn’t straightforward and may require another lawsuit – but the verdict sends a strong message. “While a judgment in this case is unlikely to be recovered, the compensatory verdict gives DL back her good name,” the woman’s attorney said in a statement. Will the harasser, who shared intimate pictures of DL with multiple people, uploaded them on to porn sites and relentlessly taunted DL about the imagery, face any real consequences? Not anytime soon. According to the Washington Post, DL chose to got to civil court “after making multiple attempts to report her ex-boyfriend’s harassment to law enforcement without receiving assistance”.
India’s supreme court issues handbook urging judges to be less misogynistic
The handbook advises judges to avoid words like seductress, spinster and harlot when talking about women. It also counsels judges not to ask alleged rapists if they will marry their victim: “Marriage is not a remedy to the violence of rape.”
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