it's rotten work / not to me
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After surviving the fall, Will finds he has far fewer hesitations about joining Hannibal than he would have guessed. Character death, but not Will or Hannibal.
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27 Dec 2021
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“I’d kill them... Everyone there is. Everyone on earth. Everyone alive. I’d kill them all, for you, to get back to you... everyone, everything for you because I love you, Hannibal, oh God I love you so much.”
“I thought you’d left me,” Will confesses, smiling slightly against the soft skin at the inside of Hannibal’s wrist. He can feel the pulse jumping beneath his lips
...“Then you were mistaken,” Hannibal murmurs, "and you know nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable.
...Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own.
...Even in your fits and furies, you charm me. Do you truly believe I could leave you again, having seen you fully now?" -
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“I’m not afraid,” says Hob.
“You want to be,” says the sea, knowingly.
A series of love stories told by the Sea of Nightmares.
Now with INCREDIBLE art by @miss-misnomer: Drowning and Black Shore
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In a Walmart at three am, between beef jerky and tortilla chips, with the lights flickering above them like it’s the fucking twilight zone, Bradley wants him more than he’s ever wanted anyone.
or: it's a hundred degrees in texas.
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12 Feb 2023
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Who is Bradley to deny him? How can he deny Jake anything, really? So he just nods against the back of Jake’s neck, pressing his lips to the top of his spine, throat tight.
“I don’t think I need to tell you not to break his heart, do I?”
Fuck. Bradley’s eyes start to sting and he squeezes them shut, thankfully hidden by his shades, tilts his head back as if to force them back into his skull. His throat burns when he’s finally sure his voice won’t break.
“No,” he replies, trying his damned hardest to sound like it’s not affecting him as much as it does. But who is he really trying to fool here? “No, I’m pretty sure he’s about to break mine.”
Wanna hold hands, Rooster?
He did. Turns out he still does. Turns out Jake does too, after all.
