tags: younger man/older man, alpha Hannibal, omega Will
There have only been fifteen omegas that presented in the entire world in the last seventeen years.
Will Graham was one of them.
His father had practically celebrated when he got his heat, telling everyone he could, “My boy is gonna make me a shitload!”
Will’s mother had been a beta, just like his dad, and left just weeks after he was born.
Dad had said for the longest time he looked like her.
There were few pictures but he kind of did, the same hair color and face looking back at him unsettling enough he rarely looked.
Then the interview process began.
Countless alphas of all genders would come from all over to vie for his next at The Omega Outreach.
It was required by law to report omega presentations and the parents got a dowry based on demand from 1 to 100. The minute Will was out into public alpha rotation his demand score was 101 because the influx of offers caused the website to crash.
His father celebrated.
Will felt like throwing up.
He didn’t want to be an omega.
He didn’t want to be mated.
And he really didn’t want to be fought over by a group of rutting alphas.
But Will held his tongue.
No one seemed to notice his discomfort.
Or maybe they didn’t care.
No one even thought to let Will look when his father and The Omega Outreach went through the offers practically salivating.
They got a percentage of every omega dowry to keep the Outreach open.
Will got none.
How was any of this fair?
“May I be excused?”
Everyone turned to look at him.
“Oh!”
The laugh from Penny, their coordinator, made his skin crawl.
“Do you want to look at our current top ten?”
He nodded, blinking back tears, and scrolled through a bunch of faces, all older than him by decades, and tried not to cry out.
Then he stopped on one of them, turning the tablet around. “Who’s this?”
Penny grinned. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He’s thirty, a thoroughbred, and has never even courted on record. All of our top ten have but not him. Usually your dad has final say, after negotiations and interviews. But I’m sure he’d take your interest into consideration. Right, Dad?”
Will turned the tablet back over and bit back a purr at the picture on screen.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
The alphas would all come after they were summoned and plead their cases, even offer things to be picked.
Will felt like slick start to pool under him, embarrassed.
“Dad?”
His father was staring at his phone before he looked up. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Graham, Will seems to like this one. Remember the doctor?”
His father scoffed and took the tablet. “Yeah, I remember,” he muttered, scrolling away, “But this one owns Verger Meat! He’s a millionaire!”
Will got up from his chair. “Can I be excused?”
“Yeah, sure, go on.”
He left the room fast, barely able to hold in his tears, and wasn’t looking where he was going.
Which was why he slammed right into someone, only to nearly fall but was caught with ease.
He looked up as he inhaled the scent of an alpha.
And there was Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
“I….”
“Hello Will.”
Will stepped back. “I…alphas aren’t supposed to be in here.”
Hannibal smiled. “No? I wasn’t turned away at the door. Are you so certain?”
“I…”
He let out a long breath as Hannibal touched his cheek.
“Have you chosen already?”
Will purred. “N…no.”
“Hmm,” he whispered, “Then I suppose it’s safe to say I found perhaps plead my case?”
“I…”
It was then that Will noticed the blood on his arm.
He froze, reaching out to touch. “Are you hurt? Did…”
The screaming was something that would remain in his memories forever.
One second Will was filled with concern and the next Hannibal snarled when the doors burst open behind them.
“WILL GET AWAY FROM—"
He was lifted with ease as Hannibal ran from his father and Penny, and he felt sick when he saw the piles of bodies littering the floor.
Hannibal didn’t get to his car before he was tased, but he did do something no one expected.
He bit Will.
The instant euphoria was gone so fast and Will screamed as they dragged him away.
The bidding was cancelled.
No interviews.
And Hannibal was put into confinement while they tried to sever the beginning of a bond.
Will got a stipend, barely enough to do more than keep them afloat.
The Outreach informed them Hannibal had been sentenced to confinement for twenty years for killing twelve people to get to Will.
But could get out early with good behavior.
He was a thoroughbred after all.
Will could feel the bond struggling to complete as they left, and had to stop himself from letting out a distress cry when the police questioned him.
His father went into deep depression then, the drinking depleting their meager funds, and he drank himself to death five years later.
Will was sent to live with an aunt, and became a pariah even though he did get a job teaching history.
The bond refused to be severed, even after treatment, and he had nightmares every night that Hannibal would come to claim him that turned into wet dreams.
Will was pitied, ignored, and forgotten as nothing more than a joke.
Which was why when fifteen years later he got a letter saying Hannibal was freed he didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or horrified.
So he settled on being angry.
The Council informed him Hannibal had offered a million dollars for his dowry.
Will rejected it.
One day later, Hannibal showed up on his front lawn.
He felt him before he saw him, tearing up and hating his purr as he watched him exit a goddamn Bentley.
How dare he come here after everything he’d done!
Will threw open the door, careful the dogs didn’t follow, and ran out to hiss.
“GET THE HELL BACK IN THAT—"
Hannibal dropped to his knees when he saw Will and crawled across the grass as he fell at his feet.
“Will….you..,you have….”
He hugged Will’s feet, shaking, and Will froze as his neck tingled.
“What are you….”
Hannibal looked up at him, his red eyes filled with tears.
“I cannot ask for your forgiveness, Mylimasis, but I can beg for your bite. I can…I can offer my undying love and complete submission. My selfish frenzy…I cannot change, but….I will spend every second of every day making up for the pain I’ve caused and the time we lost.”
Will stared at him, the half bond clawing to be made whole, and then started to laugh as he stepped back.
“You’re lying! I can FEEL you, you idiot! You’re not sorry at all!”
Hannibal knelt back and sighed.
“I…I do regret my…impulsiveness when I let my instincts dictate my actions.”
Tears fell down Will’s face.
“ONE TIME! IT ONLY EVER HAPPENED ONE TIME IN THIRTY TWO YEARS! No one else…”
Hannibal growled. “Because I knew my wealth and status would not give me enough cache to win over your father. I….”
Will shook his head, hand coming to his neck, and could hardly see through his tears. “No damn way will I pity you for worrying some other alpha would get to buy me. My father drank himself to death after you ruined my life and no one would touch me. I never…I never wanted to be mated and had to spend fifteen years pining for a serial killer. Get the hell off my lawn and don’t you dare come back.”
He let out a sob as he ran unto the house, locking every door as he armed the security system he’d gotten for this very reason, and stared out the window.
Hannibal didn’t leave.
He just knelt there in Will’s yard.
All night long.
Will knew when he woke up this wasn’t going to end any time soon.
And hated the part of him that wished it never would.
do yall remember what jkr's reputation was before she publicly started tweeting terf shit and rubbing elbows with the alt right? because i do!
people (rightfully) criticized her for being performative and trying to get "good ally points" without actually doing any of the legwork. she'd announce things on twitter like "well i never said there weren't any black people at hogwarts" or "dumbledore was totally gay i just never mentioned or even implied it because reasons" and expect asspats. there were so many memes making fun of how hollow and blatantly performative all of this was.
she was criticized for racism and antisemitism (remember cho chang? or how lavender brown suddenly turned white when she became plot relevant? literally everything about the goblins and the house elves?) misogyny, homophobia and plenty of other shit before her transmisogyny was common knowledge
remember how she said that werewolfism was a metaphor for the fucking aids crisis? remember that weird shit she pulled with snape's redemption arc? or when she heavily implied that umbridge got raped by centaurs and it was treated as like a funny thing?
but because she hates trans women yall are willing to look past all of that and laud her as a feminist icon. i feel like im in the goddamn twilight zone
Interviewer: What do you think about starting an initiative on campus here at UK, to be more inclusive to women who have penises? So we can put urinals in the womens restroom for them.
Student: Sounds fantastic.
Interviewer: Oh, does it?
Student: Yeah.
Interviewer: What about- Let’s take it one step closer, y'know more- for inclusivity here on campus, but free tampons and pads in the mens restroom for men who have periods?
Student: Sounds great.
Interviewer: Ok- You dont see anything wrong with those statements?
Student: No.
Interviewer: What men do you know with periods?
Student: I generally use- ones like in Willy T* have pads, I use them pretty often.
*(Willy T is the college nickname for their library I’ve heard.)
I attend this school and I can confirm 2 things. Yes, our big library is indeed called Willy T AND the day that this stank bitch came to campus everyone was losing their MINDS and kept walking by in hopes of getting chosen to call her out. Immaculate.
i. am on the floor. wheezing. the moment she realizes that not only is she talking to a trans man,, but that SHE COULDN’T CLOCK HIM,, this is high art and i want it written in Big Wedge sharpie on my wall
at the people saying jack black couldn’t play star lord: why? no really, go ahead and tell me. I think I know the answer but I want to hear you say it.
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016). There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back
“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.
The shrine of Tama Daimyōjin (Great gracious deity Tama), next to the Kishi station where she worked.
Nitama presenting her yearly offerings to Tama Daimyōjin on the anniversary of Tama’s Death, June 23 (The offerings are presented by the company president, as Nitama is a cat and thus can’t hold the offerings herself) (Not pictured, but also present, Yontama)
This isn’t a coincidence. Revolutions almost always happen when the population of a country is at its youngest and that’s a lot more true nowadays with social media.
Claudette Colvin was actually the first one to refuse her seat in Montgomery, Alabama to a white passenger. The movement chose to promote Rosa Parks as the figure for that form of protest because Claudette was a pregnant 15-year-old girl.
Barbara Rose Johns was a 16-year-old who organized a student strike protesting segregated schools. This strike, after gaining support of the NAACP, became a lawsuit that turned into Brown vs. The Board of Education and resulted in the desegregation of U.S schools nationally.
7th-grader Mary Beth Tinker, disturbed by the Vietnam War, decided to wear an arm band with a peace sign on it in protest. Her school suspended her. Her family filed a suit, Tinker vs. Des Moines, which reached the Supreme Court and ruled in her favor, ensuring that students and teachers maintain their right to free speech while in school.
Freddie & Truus Oversteegen were sisters who joined a Dutch resistance movement in WWII in their teens. They lured, ambushed, and assassinated Nazis and Dutch collaborators. They also blew up a railway line, transported Jewish refugees to new hiding places, and worked in an emergency hospital.
Our history books may like to showcase male figures, but behind every movement is a young girl ready to make a change. It was true then, it’s true now, and future generations of teenage girls will go on to inspire progress, whether they’re credited or not.
We were raised on these stories of fighting back against oppression, but then the people who wrote them or read them to us act shocked we turned out ready to fight facism even while being anti-social.
Maybe if our society was lest fucked up, we wouldn’t have to rely on the children to fix it.
The adults won’t fix it, they’ve learned to live with it, the children aren’t yet desensitized to the horrors of our world and are willing to fight back.
The screenshot is, the caption is not. In the actual episode it was more like “hey our closest friend is gonna die if he doesn’t fuck and since he can’t do that why don’t you slip me a shit ton of morphine so he can strangle me to death which is the next best thing”
His titties got cut in an extremely horny death battle with said friend on a planet of grumpy elves who have elaborate rituals for everything including fucking (especially fucking).
Because Spock was trapped in a shitty arranged marriage to some lady who didn’t want to marry him either so she invoked the ancient rite of death battles and made him fight Kirk and it was the Sixties so they wouldn’t let him actually fuck Kirk onscreen so strangling was the next best thing no kink shaming
I still can’t believe that it’s canon that Spock had to fuck or die, rolled around with Kirk, and then no longer had the issue because he’d basically fucked Kirk. This is canon. It’s literally Star Trek canon that rolling around in the dirt with Jim Kirk was as satisfying for Spock as fucking would have been.
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