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DOES ANYONE WANT TO COLLABORATE FOR A FIC IDEA I HAVE!! it can be multiple ppl in a discord or just one on one but like it’s very detailed and i don’t have the mental compacity to do it myself!!! it’ll be posted on ao3 bc i only post on there now. but everyone will get credit so everyone has rights to the story 😭

its also hannibal fanfic so… 🤔

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IS ANYONE STILL UP FOR THIS IM WRITING MULTIPLE NEW HANNIBAL FICS AND NEED THE HELP!! add my discord!! :

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guys what would u think of my next fic being a jennifer’s body fic?? or would y’all rather it just be the hannibal fic i’ve been thinking on?

they’re both Wips rn but i want to know what y’all would rather before i focus more on one.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac, Claudia (Vampire Chronicles) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Episode tie-in, Spoilers, Vampires, Blood, Feeding, Angst and Fluff and Smut, POV Lestat de Lioncourt, Vampire Sex, Kissing, Book Quotes Summary:

Lestat waits for Louis, after their levitation… session.

Episode tie-ins into the new (incredible) canon, with knowledge of the existing one :)

(Final for S1) Chapter 13 is up: “Merciful”

Louis stares at him, from across the dance floor, bewitchingly beautiful. Hungry.

Lestat wants to go over, and ravish him.

Here. Now. In front if their eyes.

Out.

He needs to get out.

He needs fresh air.

And besides, Tom Anderson is closing in on Louis, and Lestat wants to kill him later.

Getting close to him now would prove fatal.

Later.

Tonight’s the night.

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Where we Start is Where we End. (Where we Live is Where we Die.)

Summary: You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Five: Anti Fruit Snack Association.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: this took me forever to post it was basically done but was sitting in my drafts bc i had to rewrite some parts. to those still reading this series ty for ur patience and without further ado let’s get into it :))

Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if the apocalypse didn’t happen at all. If on that spring evening so many years ago, the sun didn’t fall, and the human race didn’t turn where you would be? And though, it’s inevitable and probably (certainly) nothing you could’ve done to stop it, what if you could have? What if someone could have?

To be known as the hero who saved all of mankind. And to be known as the hero who helped. What would that have been like? You didn’t know and wouldn’t know in this life, but it was still fun to think about. To be looked at differently than who you once were. Then who you were now.

But even if it wasn’t you, and there was somebody else, somebody with more credentials and more experience or maybe just somebody who looked better on screen to say that they saved the human race… What kind of life would you be living right now, in that universe?

You would probably have finished high school and would have made something of your life. You would have traveled like a normal person, maybe meeting that guy you met the other day and his dog like a regular person. Making blatant conversation that did nothing but further your relationship that was yet to come. Then, you could’ve been regular friends. Like regular people in regular situations. Maybe become something more like regular people do.

That would be your preferred normal future.

You wouldn’t have had to scavenge for your food, visiting stores with high claims secretly just so you could get your fix not to starve. You wouldn’t have to wear the same outfit for days on end just to ensure you had enough clothes before you could find some place to wash them again.

There were many things you wouldn’t have to do again, and vice versa. You wished you were in that universe now.

But unfortunately, you aren’t and will never be. You will grow old on this planet that houses living corpses that seek food in their warm counterparts. They will always seek you out, cold eyes gazing into your warm ones. You will keep moving and they will always be slightly too close behind. Always a little too close for comfort.

You, a warm counterpart, will keep killing until you die. Whether it be for self-defense or for food. It’s a kill or be killed world and you will never have the hands of a saint.

*****

Lightning bugs only coming out during the summer was one thing you were regretful to learn multiple years ago, their tearful existence leaving you like the seasonal apple trees your grandmother used to plant in her field over the acreage of her farm.

You had only seen them a couple of times in your life, their beauty lighting the dark and bringing you to a path of wonder you would follow blindly on your own accord, a trail of bright light following behind you as you went. These bugs had lit up the dark and you had experienced fireworks in your own hands. These bugs were wonder and faith, you would wait plenty more summers if it meant having a chance to see them again. Even in the apocalypse.

Right now, you sit in a tire swing far from the house you squat in, humming a song you grew up listening to and reading the journals you just couldn’t seem to stop reading. This time, the writer, Will Graham, talks of his childhood. Nothing too explicit, and nothing too subtle. Mostly of his adoptive father and this Hannibal character. You were growing curious if the writer would ever come back to the house. You would like to put a face to the penmanship.

Most of the writing in these journals were comedic in a sense, but you can tell the writer has struggled. You shook your head at the thought and realized that everyone alive had struggled now. Still, it wouldn't be fair to pity someone who didn't ask for it.

Your legs kick slightly as you swing softly in the tire and chew on some fruit snacks you had gone to find the other day. They tasted a lot like if fruits were chemicals, but they were still good, so you didn’t care. You turned the page with your free hands pinky and thumb and read that page as well, hoping you wouldn’t finish these journals all so soon and if you did that there were more somewhere else.

Maybe reality shows were onto something when tv was still a thing. People really were interesting sometimes.

You continued to read one page after another, never growing tired of what they had to say. On one page you had read of Will finding an abandoned dog he named Winston, a male dog who was terribly hurt and not much of a people person himself. The writer had gotten close enough by feeding him and being as non-threatening as possible. Soon, after Will gave the dog treats, they became inseparable. You wondered if it really was the treats or if it was true animals could tell good people from the bad ones.

You counted back the date, thinking of the already older dog being even older by now. Winston probably was already a senior citizen by now in dog years. It would be nice to meet the dog before you left if you could.

If you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be so surprised either. It wouldn’t be the first time something didn’t go right. You really started to wonder about the owner of the house now, thinking that maybe he had moved elsewhere.

It would be sad, but plausible. You had done so as well, why couldn’t he? You shrugged to yourself subconsciously.

Tires rolling over gravel halted your thoughts as you fell out of the tire swing and back onto your blanket that held your booklets and fruit snack wrappers. The ground was soft as you fell with an ‘oof.’

The house seemed farther away now that someone was here and you kind of sighed as you wished you had brought your binoculars. It was probably the owner anyway so you weren’t that worried, but you hoped they wouldn’t be that freaked with someone lounging in their house.

You mean, imagine if you came home and someone was sitting on your loveseat reading your diary entries laughing at your painstaking memories and was eating fruit snacks that you weren’t even sure we’re safe to consume. To your defense though, they were the good type so that does kind of make it better. Anyways, you suddenly really wanted to hope the owner would be a good person.

Maybe you were too nonchalant about staying in another survivor's house. You should have just looked elsewhere. Somewhere without a fireplace or hot water or plumbing. Yeah, no. You would take your chances fighting off the anti-fruit snack homeowner (if they were anti-fruit-snack.)

You doubted it.

You slowly made your way back to the rustic house and trying to put on a welcoming face. You thought about how you would tell the person you had been staying in their house for days without them getting mad. You didn’t know if they would take that well at all, so you decided to just not add any more fuel to the fire and not tell them about reading their diaries.

Hopefully, it all goes well.

*****

After Will had finished talking to Hannibal in his office, he decided to look for Kylo. As tired as Will was, his dog was more important than sleep. He was family. Family doesn’t leave each other behind.

If Will was being honest, the temptation of a silk duvet and matching pillowcases to rest his head on were something he had all but wanted to say no to. He had all but wanted to decline Hannibal's invitation, but he concluded long before that the safety of his dog (his family) was more important than sleeping like a king. Will would rather sleep in his dog stuffed barn, covered in fur and kisses and warm as a coat than to even choose leaving his dogs behind for a one-night arrangement of velvet comforters and feather pillows.

What good would a night of comforters and cloud like wonder do if after all that, his dog was nowhere to be found or even worse? If he had took that offer, if he had even thought for a second that it would be something worth more than finding his dog alive, then Will would have truly succumbed to the world he lives in now. Will would then know that he was better off being dead then ever being compared to anyone in this stupid suburban hell.

But Will wasn’t that person, not yet anyways, and somehow he knew he wouldn’t be-even if it was only for awhile.

The night was pitch black and cold, drawing a shiver from Will as he walked in silence. The small amount of light illuminating from street to street was sadly only coming from inside the curtain covered windows. It had shown a pathway, all the way down to the third to last house before the street ended with a turn, it was the only house without lights on and Will had known that that was Arleen’s house. If not because of her upkept garden he could slightly see, then because of the sleek cruiser parked out front that hadn’t been driven in years.

Damn, Will thought to himself, that is one hell of a ride.

And it sure was, too. Though Will wondered if there was any way to get it back up and running again. It wasn’t a priority in the first place so he didn’t care. Will had made it to the house, walked around to the side door and knocked once, twice, thrice before he stopped and looked around, still on edge. He waited a while, before he knocked again and heard a hard bark.

Will sighed as he heard that bark, a relieved feeling swaying over his nerves. A feeling almost like he had been high and was as relaxed as ever. His adrenaline crashed downwards and he felt himself sway as he stood. He was so tired. Will soon saw the porch light and urged himself awake for a little while longer. He would be asleep soon, it’s fine, he told himself.

The door opened and Arleen peeked over in her white night dress and curler filled hair, she sighed in relief finding it was Will. Not even saying anything she urged him in and pushed him into the living room, guiding him to the sofa. She guided his sitting figure to a laying one and pushed off the extra pillows to where he only had one for his head to rest.

Will followed blindly, trusting her undeniably and opened his mouth to speak as she left the room for a moment. She came back in less than a minute with a comforter and thick blanket to stack on top of each other. Will took them from her and just as she was about to leave and turn the light off he had called out to her, noting how everything went so fast.

“Mrs. Bradshaw?” Will queried.

“Yes, William?” She turned around with a small smile, she could tell his night hadn’t been well and she hated seeing the boy like that. Such a sweet child who’s only flaw was having one too many dogs, it didn’t matter though because as she saw it, he was doing them a blessing.

“Uhm..” He hesitated, “Are you not gonna ask me why i’m here?”

“I already know. It’s written all over you.” She laughed, “Plus it wasn’t like I wasn't expecting you since I woke up with Kylo scratching at my door.” She finished. Will nodded in understanding and assumed Kylo was in the house somewhere. He let out a small hum and opened his mouth to say something else before he was interrupted by a tired voice.

“Let’s talk in the morning over breakfast, okay? Beauty sleep is required of those over 50.” Will nodded, sinking further into the warm blankets. “Now, goodnight.” She said and Will returned the words and blinked as the room turned black. Soon, Will was laying down staring at nothing in particular except for the dark and only then did it occur to him how drained he was. He felt like he had never slept, and his only hobby was seeing how long he could go without blinking.

His eyes burned and he closed them, cuddling more into softness. It’s okay, he knew it, Hannibal would take care of the mess he made, and maybe he would finally kick them out. No it wasn’t a maybe, Will thought, He would.

It was handled in a different way, obviously. But We all know that.

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i suck at updating im sorry guys. im basically done with chapter 5 but i need to revise it since i don’t have a ghostwriter.

im working on a new hannibal x reader x will fic too but i’m probably gonna wait to upload it.

hopefully i can revise the chapters soon. im trying to figure out school and stuff so sorry for the long wait

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DOES ANYONE WANT TO COLLABORATE FOR A FIC IDEA I HAVE!! it can be multiple ppl in a discord or just one on one but like it’s very detailed and i don’t have the mental compacity to do it myself!!! it’ll be posted on ao3 bc i only post on there now. but everyone will get credit so everyone has rights to the story 😭

its also hannibal fanfic so… 🤔

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it’s so discouraging when you the family you grow up with have gotten to the point of no return. No one ever really looks at mental health in my dads side of the family and knowing that the cousin i’ve grown up with has been cast aside because of his struggles is really something that hurts bc i still see him as that mean ass kid that was my cousin that i used to beat up and wrestle with….

No one tells you that you’re growing up until you look around and realize that you’re not the only one who has changed. Sometimes not in a good way either.

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it’s so discouraging when you the family you grow up with have gotten to the point of no return. No one ever really looks at mental health in my dads side of the family and knowing that the cousin i’ve grown up with has been cast aside because of his struggles is really something that hurts bc i still see him as that mean ass kid that was my cousin that i used to beat up and wrestle with….

No one tells you that you’re growing up until you look around and realize that you’re not the only one who has changed. Sometimes not in a good way either.

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okay chapter five is almost done i know this took awhile but i have been terribly busy and have literally reread my whole story so far and am rewriting chapter three as well as continuing chapter five and others.

i’ve also been getting really inspired for other plots for two or three other hannibal fanfics i’m thinking of taking up and writing after i’m finished with this one and am writing up drafts for those which i can’t stand bc im putting most of my attention on what is motivating me right now(which is my new fiction ideas)

anyways chapter three will be rewritten before anything else is posted because i realize now how bad the writing is in that chapter. I’ll make an update to let you all know first though :)

thank you all for the new likes and reads and hopefully you are still following! if you want to be tagged in future updates then let me know :)

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Where we Start is Where we End. (Where we Live is Where we Die.)

Summary:  You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult Leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Four: A Dinner of Four

Words: 2.6k

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. 

would like to ask you all a question of what do you think you and Hannibal should talk about at this upcoming dinner party bc I’m imagining the dialogee and my head is blank lmao, if you guys can help then Youd be appreciated thank you pls comment or pm!!

⚠️!!!!!TW!!!!!⚠️ Slight animal cruelty & violence. Descriptions of violence.

Will had made it back after a while, his car parked a couple of blocks away from the whole division. He hadn’t cared to park anywhere close since he knew they would trash it the second they could. “They”, being Hannibal’s followers. Of course, it had happened before and would probably happen again. As long as he knew he had done everything to stop it he would be fine. It's not like he couldn't find a bike with a basket big enough for some of his smaller dogs anyways.

Will had doubted he would find another car this far along as well, so he would rather be safe than sorry. They had once broke multiple windshields on his old car, leaving the glass shattered on the carpet floor and seating. They had sliced a couple of his tires beyond a quick patch up and he didn't know how to replace a tire back then, so he used one of the cars Mrs. Bradshaw had let him take for good.

It wasn't like she was using it, anyways. Will thought, making his way around corners with Kylo. Kylo yipped by his side, happy just to be with his own human.

Mrs. Arleen Bradshaw was one of the only people Will could tolerate in the whole suburb. An older woman, older than Hannibal, who had married into wealth years before the apocalypse dawned the human race. In the seventies she and her now deceased husband had bought a lot and put a house on where all of the other new houses were residing now. She was one of the oldest residents in the sqaure and didn't really care about how weird and wacked the whole Hannibal thing was. She was just glad to have some neighbors and company during the time where mostly everyone was lonely. She wouldn't tell anyone else, but Will was her favorite visitor and Will had smiled with pride when she told him. It takes a smartass to know a smartass, and they both were, surely.

Will would say she was like a snarky grandmother if he had ever had one at all, but he didn't so he didn't know for sure if he was comparing her right.

Speaking of, he made sure to note his brain to visit her since he had been gone for a while at his own divertissements. She was sure to be lonely and waiting for Will to come by.

"Oh William!" She scolded, one time, hitting his head with an oven mitten, "That tea is too hot! Let it cool!"

Will would hastily put back down his teacup and smile with his eyes closed, catching her eye. "Yes Mrs. Bradshaw." She chuckled, ignoring the charmer.

The brunette's mouth quirked up at the memory and he continued his walk. He neared creaky and old fence on a full grass yard and knew he was near. He hoped he wouldn't encounter anyone before getting to Hannibal's front door.  

So, he walked on the sidewalk and tried to not stick out too much. Which wasn't hard since no one was outside that he saw, and he doubted any of them actually looked outside their windows this late. He patted his thigh a couple of times, urging Kylo to get closer as he looked around suspiciously; feeling a chill strike his spine.

Something wasn't right, didn't feel right.

The feeling of someone watching him had crept on his shoulders and stayed there for the walk. It had started to get darker outside, where it was a hazy dark blue that ruffled from the sky to the trees, it was now nearing pitch black, everywhere. His eyes couldn’t focus in this dark, barely blinding him. He had quickened his pace.

Will thought back to you and wondered if you had followed him and were some kinds of crazy stalker. Maybe you had taken such an interest from the human (and dog) contact that you hadn’t wanted to go home yet. Will touched his barely-there beard and wondered if you had been awestruck by his face and just couldn’t get enough.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t took a couple of long stares at your face either. Only when you weren’t looking. Because he did and, yes, you were quite beautiful in his eyes. He wasn’t one to be so full of himself but maybe you had saw him in the same light.

But, as flattering as his thoughts were, it wasn’t you. He knew it wasn’t. He didn’t know you all that well, but you didn’t seem to be the type to stalk a random guy and his dog. Well…maybe the dog. He laughed and shrugged off the thought and knew he was overthinking. Plus, he would’ve seen your headlights tailing him, and the feeling had only just started now- not on the road.

Will’s thoughts were confirmed as he heard a bark from his left. Kylo had alerted his owner of a presence behind him. Two men snuck up on him and one grabbed his wrists, pulling him back while another figure had got in front of him. Will yelled a noise and he struggled against the men. The other man struggled to get his feet and Will kicked his feet wildly.

Will had kicked his face forcefully and he stumbled backwards. The guy behind him laughed. Will watched as the blonde in front of him wiped his lip as the blood trailed down his chin, he glared at Will- then the man behind him. Kylo barked and barked, high pitched and alerting. Will continued to pull his wrists, struggling with his own balance.

Kylo had ran up to the blonde and bit his leg, jaw locking in place. The man cursed multiple words and shook his leg, but Kylo stood ground and kept his jaw in place. Kylo’s fur under his chin had contained drool and crimson red trails mixing into his saliva.

Will whistled loudly, trying to get his dogs attention before he got hurt by the man. It didn’t do much and Kylo had kept biting- desperate to defend his owner. Will still struggled and head butted the guy behind him. A sickening cracking noise was heard as well as a grunt.

Will pulled his hand away as the man weakened his grip, heading straight for the man in front of him. He jumped into action, kicking the guy in his shin as his knees buckled. Kylo let get of the man as he knelt and continued growling while watching him and going to Wills side.

Will looked over his dog thoroughly and patted his head. His tail stood straight and stiff as a board; making it known he was alerted and scared. Will comforted his dog before looking to the man who had stayed kneeling and holding his bloody, swollen nose. Will glared at him.  He glared back.

“Stupid fucking mutts.” The blonde swore, picking up a chunk of grass and dirt and throwing it at Kylo. Kylo doffed out of the way, barked, and lunged for him.

Will only had a second to respond before his dog attacked the man in front of him. He jumped, aiming for him neck arteries, the one open area Kylo could see. Will yelled out a quick curse, surprised by Kylo’s disobedience.

 Before Will could reach his dog to pull him back, the blond in front of him struck Kylo swiftly- knocking him far off to the road on their right. Will stopped in his tracks, flabbergasted and in shock. His eyes situated from the blondes bleeding face to Kylo who hung his jaw open as he struggled to get settled on his feet.

"Kylo, Find safety." Will whispered, rubbing his throat with his knuckles and coughing. "Kylo, find safety." He reaffirmed louder. Kylo ran.

Before Will knew what he was doing, he had tackled the abuser, punching him in repetitive motions. He pulled his fist back, blood jumping from fist to his shirt to his face and mouth. Skin pulled from the blonde's lips that clung to one of Wills hang nails. Will could feel himself shaking, making a low growling sound that was obviously because he wasn't breathing properly.

His nose was broken, bleeding more profusely than it had been. Will had watched his fist repeatedly punch one area over and over again, hoping to permanently paralyze the man's face.  The man's tears and drool jumbled together as he took the punches. He slurred again, "Stupid fucking mutts."

Will saw red, but before he acted more on his anger, he had gotten tackled onto the grass.  The man behind him had apparently watched the fight and laughed at his friend's demise. He pulled Will up by his shoulders and captured by his wrists before laughing and keeping his shining eyes on his friends battered and bloodied face.

"Oh my god, you got your shit wrecked!" He laughed. "Anyways," The brunette continued, "I'm calling the others to help drag him to Dr. Lecter, I'll save you the embarrassment from Macy seeing your ugly mug and have her meet me near his house. I'll come back for you soon."

The blonde made a sound on the ground that sounded like someone gargling salt water and the brunette laughed again. He dragged Will by the wrists.

"Don't die!" The brunette yelled.  

*****

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” Will barked as he got dragged by the arms to his doom. He pulled and tugged his grip out of two of the four people who dragged him. “I can walk!” He continued yelling, giving glares to a brunette in front of him who just snickered at him. Will rolled his eyes and thought that he seemed to think a lot was funny.

He had come here willingly, so why was he treated like a criminal? This wasn’t going to make them any closer to Hannibal and if they truly thought that Will wanted to laugh in their faces. They seriously were fools.  Will didn't mind at all going when he was a willing participant, but now that he had nearly killed a man and injured another, he was sure he wouldn't hear the end of it.

He hadn't come here to fight again or to continue fighting. No, he had come here to meet with Hannibal see what the fuck he wanted, visit an old friend, and get the fuck out of there before he did KILL someone. The blonde might not have been dead when he left him, but now? Who knew?

If his friend was as trustworthy as he seemed, then he would be found in the morning laying there rotting with maggots eating his tongue and sliced lip and halfway turned. Now the question people would ask would be who killed him? Not surprising nobody would find out (though they would point the fingers,) but if anybody would, then it would be Hannibal. Probably. Maybe not.

But Hannibal had found out any other time. Why would this time be different? Especially when they were walking him straight to the man in question. When the man they were dragging literally had bloodstains all over him and chunks of split lip under his fingernails.

The brunette from before sneaked another look at Will and gave him a once over as they reached the door to Hannibal’s study and scoffed at his choice of clothing.  Will furrowed his brow and yelled out another string of curses to the group who ended up tossing him into the wooden doors. Will tumbled on his feet and bucked on his knees in front of the doors.  

Will would have turned if he wasn't headfirst at the door. He would have been ready to berate the man, asking him if he wanted to end up like his friend. Will genuinely believes he would laugh too.

The door opened, revealing an up-kept older man with a calm face but tired eyes. He looked down, seeing Will looking down to his shoes in anger and embarrassment. Hannibal’s eyes twitched as he kept his gaze down on Will, he sighed heavily. Former giggles and laughter cut off midway as Hannibal looked up sharply. A telltale sign he was angry.

Will was sure there was a metaphor somewhere in this situation. Something about Hannibal-one of the gods and Will-one of the followers. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, standing slowly and breathing shallow breaths. Hannibal had patted his back and gave a demonizing look towards the four. They cowered and dropped to their knees.

A group of murmurs and prayers escaped their lips as their fists held close to each other and their thumbs kissed their lips.  Hannibal rolled his eyes discreetly and helped Will up. He invited him into his office and dismisses the rest with a nod.

Will sits on the edge of one of Hannibal's couches, declining when he is offered alcohol and sighs loudly. Hannibal pours himself an expensive scotch with a ball ice and sips elegantly.  Will tries to be patient and wait for Hannibal to say what he wants to and explains why he basically hired a hit on his head to find him found but can't seem to find the niceness in his veins.

Almost killing something that isn't already dead kind of fucks with you, according to Will.

According to Hannibal? Not so much.

But we don't know that yet. So, Will is the first to say something as his eyes stings with tiredness.

"Hannibal?" Will asked.

"Yes, Will?" Hannibal answered, taking another sip of his scotch and sitting on his desk.

"Do you mind answering why you wanted me to come back?" Will couldn't seem to hide the irritation in his voice and couldn't help but think about Kylo. If he was thinking, then he would have gone to Arleen's, but he was a dog and do dogs really think? Will couldn't be for sure so he hoped he could hurry his questioning up.  

"Do you mind answering why you have blood all over your clothes?" His eyes peered up, firm but questioning. He would find out whether or not Will told him anyways; So, it didn't matter. He only said it to playfully jab at the guy he knew since was in his Early thirties.

Will tsked, rolling his eyes and shook his head. Hannibal smiled.

"Let's have dinner soon." Hannibal said once more, "You can invite some of your own company this time."

"I don't have my own company Hannibal." Will replied, digging in his fingernails.

"I find it hard to believe you have not found any such friends seeing the time you spend away from here." Hannibal lifts his brows and takes a sip, urging him further. Wills mind wonders back to you and his cheeks get a little flushed, whether it be from his tiredness or just the fond memory of you, he doesn't know but Hannibal takes notice of this and instantly his lip quirks up.

"We'll invite your friend," He nods, "and invite Arleen."

"A dinner just for four?" Will confirms, not ready to invite the whole community to a dinner party just to meet you. He's sure you would be weirded out by how weird the whole thing is anyways.

"A dinner just for four." Hannibal confirms, "Let's talk then."

Hannibal then tells Will his guest room is open, and he can spend the night and leave in the morning. Hannibal told him next week is the dinner party and not to forget to invite you, Will says he will but thinks that is if he can find you in the first place.

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guys i’m really sorry chapter four will be up soon when i finish it i’ve been literally so sick and my mental health has gone to crap :(( i promise i’ll finish soon though so look forward to that on here and ao3

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When I pass through the leg high grass, I shall die Under the jasmine, I shall die In the elder tree I need not try to prepare for a new coming day Where is it that fills the deepness I feel? You will say I'm not Robin the Hood But how could I hide from top to foot That I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills Oh, I lost something in the hills

I Lost Something in the Hills; Sibylle Baier.

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Where we Start is Where we End. (Where we Live is Where we Die.)

Summary:  You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult Leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Three: A Friend.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is a multi-chapter work. It takes a couple of chapters before reader and Hannibal first meet. If you see any grammar mistakes, please let me know.

Sorry for the wait! Next chapter is due as soon as possible, Enjoy!

"You’re not supposed to hug dogs you know." A voice said behind you.

You jumped, turning on your heels into a defensive pose. You jerked your pocketknife from its holster in your sock, holding it in one hand and swayed it side to side. The man in front of you jumped a little but didn’t cower. He showed strength. Something one desperately needed in the apocalypse.

You watched him stand there with boredom. His wavy brown hair blew in his face as the wind picked up. His blue eyes were relaxed and made contact with everything except your face, probably making sure you didn’t make a move to hurt him. You were strong and could take care of one or two people at a time, but something about this man intimidated you. Something said that he had long since been fighting- even before the outbreak.

This was his normal.

There was no doubt he could carry his own weight and maybe thrice times that.

You both stood there for a couple of minutes before he sighed; obviously tired of standing and staring.

"It’s not benefitting anyone for you to hold my dog hostage.” He quipped, holding his eyes on the knife. You grew suspicious if it was really his dog but let it go, putting your knife down. What were the odds that a random man was around at the same time a dog was?

His eyes fell from the knife with relief, but he still hadn’t looked at you. He, instead, paired his eyes onto his dog and patted his right leg two times. You watched and turned to the dog. He whined a little bit from your friendly touch lost but hurriedly made his way to the man’s side. He really was the owner then.

“You’re not going to ask why?” He asked, walking from the alleyway into the park again. His dog sniffed surrounding areas and near trees, finding a place to use the bathroom. You got up and walked hesitantly with the guy and his dog. You didn’t want to part ways so fast with the first dog you saw in ages.

You scanned the man’s face and eyes that only seemed to see his pet. “I don’t know.” You replied, pausing and thinking before replying. “I'm not much into making friends with other survivors.”

It was the truth. Even if you had mingled with them in the past, you never actually made friends or stuck around long enough to build that connection.

“I can agree with you on that.” He nodded, whistling a drawn-out note. The dog immediately laid down in the grass after it finished its business. “I’m not so social either.”

You didn’t know what to say back to that, so you didn’t say anything at all. After a couple of seconds, you decided to sit next to the Shepard. It’s tail wagged and it seemed to enjoy you. Or maybe it was just because you were a new person. You didn’t know how many people this dog had saw in its lifetime, but it probably wasn’t many.

Born in a world where it knows no different. You thought, maybe that’s a blessing.  

“Name?” You asked.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers.” He replied. He watched you as you stared at his dog, petting it softly.

You made a face that seemed like it was between being pissed off and being constipated. You heard a snort to your side and whipped your head to the man. You really didn’t know what his deal was.

“Not you,” you made a ‘duh’ face, “Your dog.”

“Oh.” he blushed. “His name is Kylo.”

It was your turn to snort now.

“Star Wars Fan?”

“You too?”

“Yeah.” you finished the conversation with a head nod and a small smile. It seemed like he tried to smile back but all his face had shown was a sidewards line. He definitely wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t very social. Maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

You invited the man to sit down next to you and his dog which he accepted. He just looked across the open park yard, seeming to be keeping an eye out for something- maybe someone.

“Someone else with you?” You asked, feeling worried. He looked puzzled, as if you had just said something crazy.

“What?” He scratched his face. “No.”

“Well, you look as if you’re expecting someone.” You blinked, taking your eyes off him. “Or maybe there’s someone out to get you.”

He laughed, seemingly surprised. “You’re smarter than I expected.” He said but then realized how it sounded as you arched an eyebrow. “Well-” He coughed. “Well, most survivors don’t know anything but fighting and hunting. Though, nothing's wrong with that, you seem like you had actually interacted with others before this whole thing happened.”

You grinned, “So I’m right?”

“Something like that.”

The conversation had ended awkwardly, but it left a smile on his face. He went silent, then brought Star Wars up again. You guys talked about that before he brought up a couple of different movies and shows he wanted to know if you had seen. You two had spent a lot of time talking about media you found exciting for a couple of hours. As well as some personal information of who you were before the apocalypse.

You had found out he was twenty-three years old (same as you) and loved murder mysteries. You shot him a quick few lines from the original Black Christmas and he reciprocated with his best impression of the police officer talking with Agnes. He told you about how he found his dog and how he had multiple others in a barn with self-feeding bowls, its own heating, and many other things the dogs could use themselves while he wasn’t there. He definitely loved his dogs. You told him you wanted to meet them sometime.

He agreed and you made him promise. He laughed at that again.

You went into detail with how much you despised documentaries and he laughed wholeheartedly with appreciation for your anger. You both talked and talked. Only stopping when it got dark. You eventually said goodbye to each other, and he walked you to your car, making sure you got in it safely.

You offered him a ride, but he said he had his own. He told you he would go to his dog's barn for the night, and you nodded, telling him you’d see him around sometime. It wasn’t as much of a lie as it was you just being hopeful. You had hoped you could see him again.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad making a friend this time around.

A friend.

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Will Graham.                       Thursday,           January 1st,  2015

There are a lot of places i thought i would be by now. Out of state, at school, at home maybe…but I never thought I’d be at one of Hannibal’s guest rooms after a night of one of his famous dinner parties.

I drank, yes. Even if I’m not 21 it doesn’t matter because now that laws aren’t valid anymore, it doesn’t really matter. Hannibal had made the fanciest food id eaten for a while; the taste as delicious as usual.

I do wonder where he got most of his ingredients and when he had time to get them, but I really don’t put too much thought into it. I don’t care enough.

It’s strange though, Hannibal had come to me last night after the dinner party and said he was proud of me. Just… out of the blue. I would say that he said it to be nice, but he doesn’t care how he’s perceived or even to be nice, so I know that would be a lie.

I won’t say it didn’t make me happy- because it did. I just wish I could hear it from someone that doesn’t know all of my faults and problems. Maybe he said it because he knew my father never said it to me.

It would be nice if Hannibal was my actual father.

Maybe in another life.

Will Graham.                          Wednesday,       January 7th,   2015

I need to start writing in this book more, especially with whatever the hell is going on in this subdivision (? if you would call it that.)

I don’t mind being here at times, because sometimes it’s nice being in the company of other people. But when you are around people who only obsess over one person and don’t seem to think of anything but them… it gets a little concerning. It makes me wonder what they would do without him.

I mean, it’s not too hard to imagine about what they would do. Whether it be they cry, go on rampages, kill anyone and everyone, or just change their admiration to some other poor sap. There are endless possibilities with these crazy weirdos.

Speaking of crazy, it’s almost impossible for people to leave this subdivision without anyone knowing. I found a way too and maybe they just let it go because I’m like Hannibal’s son, but anyone else who tries to leave gets shamed.

Like…mid evil shamed. I don’t know that’s just how I can describe it. I’m surprised they don’t stone them next.

Which brings me to my next point: Someone (besides me) actually has left. Well, no… no one actually knows if they’ve left or not, but they’re missing technically.

No one really cares. Everyone says that they never deserved to be in Hannibal’s presence anyway, and that they were a rude stuck-up prick who just sucked the life force out of others. Their words- not mine.

But I feel like someone has to know something. These people have eyes everywhere after all. Again, their words-not mine.

Will Graham.                           Thursday,    January 15th,    2015

They still haven’t come back.

Surprisingly, I’m not shocked. Because if they really did leave, I don’t think anyone would let them be in peace. They’ve basically been shunned by everyone.

There's not much to write about today. Nothing is really going on.

I'm going to see if I can sneak back out to the house I found soon. I need a break.

-

When you had gotten back home, you hadn't done anything except flop on your bed and revel in the human connection you felt. It was one thing for you to meet a survivor, but it was another to meet one with the same interests as you.  

You had realized on the way back that you hadn't gotten his name, too busy in conversation to introduce yourselves. You really hoped you could meet him again soon, and if you eventually were friends then maybe he could travel the states with you.

You then thought about his dogs and blanked. Sure, you really did want him to travel with you, but you would want his dogs to come as well. You couldn't figure out how that would work, maybe you could get an RV, one big enough to hold the dogs and two people.

This is getting weird, you blushed, I just met him.  

You decided to read a couple more entries before laying down to sleep.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck... Will thought, running towards the tree line. His breath picked up as his legs overworked themselves, stumbling over a few overgrown patches of weeds and grass. He quickly took a look over his shoulder barely giving himself whiplash and jumped as he saw a hand reaching for him.

He dodged and heard a grunt as someone fell, he laughed and kept running. His dog ran near him, clearly more athletic than his owner. A voice yelled as they neared him, scaring the ever-loving shit out of Will as he ducked under some trees. His dog barked, urging his owner to follow him.

Will didn't hesitate and followed Kylo, hearing another rustle of leaves and then a frustrated bellow.

The two made a U-turn and exited the woods, running back to his abandoned car and putting it into drive. He distractedly put his seat belt on, tumbling over his own hands. He shouted "Fuck it" before pushing his foot on the gas, driving wild.

Will looked in his rear view and saw that one of the people had realized he was out of the woods. They shouted and waved animatedly to their buddies, yelling only what Will imagined as a looney toons-style scream. He breathed deeply checking on his dog quickly before ruffling his fur.

They had gotten pretty far away from the scene before Will stopped to give his dog some water, taking a bowl and water bottle out of his trunk.

He stood there, resting some of his body on the car and smiled as he recalled the look on their faces. An angry, entitled, self-pitying look befallen all of their masks. Hannibal's lackies sure had hated him.

Specially to get so worked up chasing after him.

He sighed and put everything back into his car, before wondering what Hannibal wanted now.

It had only been, what? Two or three weeks since he had ditched them, and it wasn't like he was leaving for good. He just needed a little bit of time before going back to that hell.

Hell, he would've invited Hannibal himself if his followers weren't such obsessive freaks.

Putting his car into drive again, he decided it was time for him to visit the old subdivision again.

A/N: hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

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GUYS SORRY CHAPTER THREE SOON SORRY I WROTE IT BUT DIDNT LIKE HOW I WROTE SOME OF IT SO IM REWRITING MOST OF IT.

it’ll be done soon sorry for the wait by the way.

you’ll meet hannibal soon tho so that’s a plus 😱

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Where We Start is Where we End. (Where We Live is Where we Die.)

Summary:  You lost everything in the apocalypse. Everything you ever cared about, that is. After bouncing from survivor groups to other survivor groups you decide you can't live like a rule book anymore. So, you decide to travel the map and end up in Baltimore, MD.

You expect nothing more than to find a place to lay your head down and sightsee for a few months before keeping it going to the next place, like you had before. The apocalypse was a free vacation Afterall.

Maybe it'll start to cost you one day.

Relationship(s): Yandere Cult Leader Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Chapter Two: A Diary of Comedies.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is a muti-chapter work. Takes a couple of chapters before Reader and Hannibal first meet. If you see any grammar mistakes pls let me know! Already posted this chapter on Ao3 so if you would rather see it there then my user is @Kohanasweets 

Next chapter Reader will meet Will fully. Look forward to that if you want!! 

Without further ado, Enjoy.

There was something that took you back in that moment you heard those knocks coming from the freezer. Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe it wasn't. You didn't know anything except the fact that you were fucking terrified. If this was going to be one of those scenes in movies where you beat a hazardous evolved X-Man type of zombie to death, you could just die then. You did not want to put that type of energy into something you could simply ignore.

But if not, then what? What if it was a survivor that somehow got locked into the freezer? Wouldn't you just feel like an asshole if push comes to shove, and you somehow found out? Not very plausible to happen but then again... what if?

You first froze, trying to ease the headache of memories coming on before deciding what the best course of action was. You breathed in deeply, gagging slightly at the smell of rot. Then, you pushed yourself up off of one knee which made you dizzy on your feet. You tried to calm down and will the oncoming anxiety attack away. You didn't want to think about how this could turn out, but you were always a curious one. Always wanting to stick it out until the end. Maybe that was really what got you into the troubles you had encountered- even before the outbreak.

But you didn't want to think about life before this all happened. In fact, you hadn't wanted to think about anything except for getting back into your car to calm down. This wasn’t an appropriate moment to be giving yourself a therapy session anyways. So, you quickly pushed past the whirlwind of emotions and grabbed the box, tub, and jug of water (under and in one arm.) You hadn't wanted to look back to the freezer, but you couldn't contain the feeling of curiosity.

You could stomach the stench if only for the satisfaction of a mystery solved. You remembered all of the times these same exact actions had put you in danger. Yet you persisted. Because you had to know what was knocking, why the freezer was unusually dark, and what that fucking stench was. You weren't sure if this was a bad or good quality of yours.

Maybe it had to do with some control problems you had. Maybe you were just too nosey and there was no reason except the fact that you felt like it. You didn't know and really didn't care about the probable causes for your curiosity. You just had to hurry this up before your battery died to your headgear flashlight and you couldn't find your way outside to your car.

Okay, now you were just repeating things to yourself.  

You opened the tub of pretzels and ate one then closed the lid tightly so you wouldn’t drop any. If you did have to run, then at least you wouldn't have to come out of this experience empty handed.

Knock, knock.

There it was again, the knocking that made your heart fall to your chest. You readied yourself to the side where the door would open. Your knuckles turned white, grip tightening with dismay before you swung the glass door open readily.

It was quiet for a second, no sounds other than your light breathing in the area. You went to the front of the freezer door and pointed the light at the glass.

It was dark rather than see-through which made you wonder what painted the glass. Holding the door with your hip, you had taken your free hand and smeared your finger through the thick liquid. You rubbed your thumb and pointer together before sniffing it.

Oh, you cringed, its blood.

Yeah, it was blood. You almost didn't want to keep looking before something moved to your side inside the icebox. You rubbed your hand on your pants before turning into the box. Tons of rats scurried around as you stepped in, squeaking in displeasure.

"Oh shit!" You yelled, jumping up and down like a pogo stick. You could deal with tame rodents, but wild rats? Nah, you were good. Who knew if they had rabies or what? They also must’ve been making the knocking sound somehow. Maybe they had tried to run into the glass a couple times, begging to be let free.

When the rats had emptied out you took a deep breath before turning the light behind you into the icebox. What you saw made you lightheaded and dizzy. You suddenly realized how overwhelming the smell and the humidity of the icebox was. You couldn't stand another minute in there and booked it out of there, running hastily towards the doors.

Finally reaching your car, you sat for what felt like forever in silence before dozing off to sleep. That night, you dreamt of rotted human flesh suits hanging from hooks like clothing on hangers.

You just wondered what demon wore them.

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You actually had a rather rough time finding a house to squat in. But you did find one that was surprisingly empty and beautiful.

You had been up since sunrise that morning after the trip into the warehouse store. Maybe fear had crept up your bones and rested there, but you didn’t feel like the spot across the street was far away enough from that horrid place. You could still smell the stench that embedded in your scent glands and had to breathe through your mouth more often than not.  So, as soon as there was little light in the world, you had rushed out of the heart and started looking for a place.

That was like buying an apartment all over again. You thought, except this time it was free. And you didn’t need to fill out all of those contracts again either.

You had checked the inside and then the outside and found no sound of zombies or survivors. To be honest, it surprised you a bit. The house was a very rustic looking house, with rows upon rows of acreage and woodland that never seemed to end. And although you weren’t one to hunt, you imagined there was plenty of animals you could eat if you were in a pinch and were hungry enough.

You would much rather just munch on your pretzels though. Also, it turns out that cheese powder stays the same, but the actual puff had gone stale long ago.

So much for false advertising the best by.

Well, whatever. You thought, carrying one of the boxes you kept with you into a bedroom on the second floor. This box was filled with the small amount of clothing and sanitary products you used when you were lucky enough to bathe.

Most places had water, but it wasn't hot. You just hadn’t stayed in one place very long. It seemed like you were always on the road. But you weren’t unsanitary, because you still did full body wash downs and had the necessary deodorant, lotion and etc.

It just seemed like you had more luck finding a public toilet at a park then a bath that had warm water at someone’s old house.

But maybe this house was different. You knew better than to think someone hadn't been upkeeping the place. Though, the fact that they weren't here now and the fact that they probably wouldn't be back for a while had told your mind that you could stay there at least until they came back. And surely, if they were nice, then they wouldn't mind you staying until you moved onto the other states you would visit. Worst case scenario was that they threatened you out of the house.

That day, you had finished pulling boxes out of your trunk and settled down in a vintage chair reading a book until you passed out into sleep.

                                                       *****

The next couple of days pretty much went the same as the day you moved in. You read, munched on pretzels, explored the various antiques and the surrounding areas of the home, wrote, and slept.

You had scavenged the bookshelves that were all over the rooms. One room even seemed to be built like a little library, no walls in sight. You found various collections of series, multiple vintage books that someone seemed to collect, and even a couple of scripts and self-made books someone wrote. Whoever decorated this place sure had spent a lot of time in this room.

There was a couple of books in particular that seemed to catch your eye as you looked through them. The covers were hand made with tree bark and smoothed into a beautiful scratchy beige outside. They carried about one hundred pages each, sewn with navy blue thread into the spine.  

They were stuck in the corner of one bookshelf, tucked in tightly like they weren’t supposed to be found by anyone but the person that hid them. Anyone could tell that the paper was made by scratch as was the rest.

You didn’t read it the first day you found it or the second day. Honestly, you forgot about it until after you were done rummaging and searching everything in the house. Now, if you wanted to, you could tell someone where the mouse traps were located.

On the sixth day, you decided to go sightseeing through Baltimore. You grabbed a bag and put everything you would need in it, including the journals you found. You planned you were going to sit under a tree and read until sundown. Plus, you really needed a new jug of water and some other type of snack.

Eating pretzels all day, every day for six days really wasn’t ideal.

You had reached town about twenty minutes later, parking wherever you could find available. You really didn’t know where you were, but it seemed like it was once a well-loved place.

You walked to a tree you could rest on. Luckily, the zombies really weren’t a problem since most of them had either migrated into the woodlands or just hid during the day. You opened the journal and started reading.

Will Graham.            Wednesday,                 September 10th, 2014

I think there is something to be said about the apocalypse and Hannibal coexisting in the same timeline. What that is, however, I don’t know.

I mean even before this whole zombie and outbreak thing, he had a following. They would say friends, he would just call them lackeys. The closest he’s gotten to a real friend was me and even sometimes I don’t get along or agree with him and his intolerable ways. He’s a people's person, unlike myself. He's always been from what I remember. I grew up with him around so I would know.

I just think it’s not the best time for someone like him to be around. He’s not going anywhere soon though, so I don’t really care anyways. It’s probably never the right time for anything any of the time.

I just have a bad feeling about the future.

Will Graham.                             Sunday,               November 1st, 2014  

To be honest, I expected the apocalypse to be a bit more exciting. Maybe something like that Shaun of the Dead movie. These days I don’t even have to fight. It’s like the zombies are hiding because they know their race is dying off quickly.

Most people in Hannibal’s following have been keen on staying close to him, so they raided the houses next to him and on his street and made this whole community near him. They bring Hannibal most of the stuff he’s asks of, which isn’t much cause he’s pretty independent. They even seem to make it a show that he can’t go anywhere on his own.

Hannibal still does what he wants though, and it seems that the attention has gone to his head more than it used to. He now refers to some of more loyal people near his side as “The help.”

Whether he means it in a mocking way or as a term of endearment, I don’t know. Well…yes, I do. I just don’t say anything because I’m usually holding back a laugh.

They don’t seem to mind as much as it should bother them. Hopefully they’ll change their following to a more respectful person in due time.

Whatever, it’s not my problem.

Will Graham.                           Monday,      December 8th, 2014  

Jesus Christ it’s cold.

Even in this house that I’m squatting at seems to be a new dimension of Frostbite overload. It’s not like I’ll be staying here forever but I just wanted to get away.

Also, is it a rule that every fucking rich person has to be crazy and insensitive or is just how they’re born and bred? I’m starting to believe it’s just a quirk that comes with the holding of however much money they own.

I say we open up psychiatric units for them. Also fuck capitalism. Because can you believe that they still hold onto their wealth even after the point where we don’t use it anymore? I mean just go steal those pearls if you really want them.

Nothing makes sense and I hate rich people. (Otherwise known as Hannibal’s following.)

You had laughed at some of the short entries that were wrote in the books. It wasn’t very often you read comedy, but this was something else.

You already knew that you were probably reading someone’s diary but it’s not like they would figure out. You knew where they put the stuff and would make sure to put them back before you left.

Outside was very chilly and that’s what made you stop your reading before you made your way back to your car.

You pondered on who this Hannibal and Will character were before you reached your car. You looked around the park thoroughly for a few more minutes of sightseeing and saw a dog.

You got excited and discarded the track to your car before inching towards the dog that was a corner away.

It was already looking at you before any of this, so it was aware of your presence. You cooed and put a hand on top of the German Shepard who happily accepted the love. It had been a while since you saw a dog.

You hugged the dog comfortably. This dog was definitely the goodest boy ever.

“You’re not supposed to hug dogs you know.”

A/N: It’s going to be a few chapters before Hannibal is met. Thank you for reading and hopefully you will all follow along with this story! If not and you want to take a break and be back when Hannibal is involved with the story, then that’s fine! 

All love, bye.

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chapter two is basically done, i just have to go on my computer with grammarly and fix everything up and then it’ll be up!

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And Louis felt he was young again.

Not old in a young man’s body, but young in a young body.

He could become addicted to the feeling of young when he usually felt so old. Was this a ‘sin’? Would it be one?

Even if one prefers to feel youthful in a world full of old?

Was he to be cursed with a feeling he should’ve never felt in the first place?

He didn’t care anymore.

He was young again and he sighed in the feeling. He welcomed it with darkness. He could finally say hello to all of what once was.

He was young.