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👀 + do you want kids?
"A year ago I would've answered that with a resounding no, but now... Well, things have changed, haven't they? Will would be such a good dad and it seems kind of wasteful not to make him one. Also, we would make some beautiful children." @willxmeyers
george & will ( @hiddenpxpercuts )
“think there’s the market for a joke shop around here?” george asked, looking towards the other. “being a prankster and running a joke shop is all I know how to do,” he knew it would be hard without fred, but he knew that he’d be able to do it.
@amputadoed asked: ❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death + reverse (For Will perhaps?) — An extremely self-indulgent meme.
Part of Will's gift, or CURSE, was of course re-living their experiences as his brain tapped into their emotions. This was a whole new level of empathy that made all the preceding FBI cases seem easy in comparison. Because he already knew everything about Aly. He had BEEN THERE the whole time.
When he lay his eyes on her, sprawled on the floor like a forgotten rag doll, he felt his heart stop. Silent denials and pleas began to form on his lips as he lowered the modded Bulldog .44 Special revolver. He was already on his knees before he reached within a foot of where Aly lay. The gun was discarded. All that mattered was Aly. The one constant in his life. The only one he had been able to — for the most part — protect, trust, and love with no strings or ulterior motives. His DAUGHTER, tainted too soon by the horrors of the world. And she was fading. A tsunami of memories crashed over him. Some painful, some beautiful, all of them of her and the precious little time they had spent together. Graham tried to choke back tears as his own fear mixed with hers. Though she hadn't said anything yet, he could hear her voice pleading within his skull. "O— O-Oh god. Oh... Aly, no no no. God— please, Aly, say something..."
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"Jack..." The sigh dropped from his throat like caked mud shaken from a heavy boot. Before Agent Crawford even had the chance to properly greet him, Will felt the burden of anti-heroism upon his shoulders. As was normally the case this early in the morning, he was clad only in a t-shirt and underwear. Winston pranced out the front door to sniff at Jack's legs. "Too soon. I can't work again. Need a break." He was operating on three hours of sleep. Which was better than usual. Three consecutive hours. He detested the idea of having to look at grisly photographs or listen to the next act of atrocity.
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The chilly winter winds didn't seem to bother the dogs in the least. They were all content to weave around each other, restrained by the quickly tangling mess of leashes. Nor did it bother their handler who dutifully untwisted them whenever they got too wrapped up. He didn't mind the cold. It was refreshing and the perfect thing to really wake him up in the mornings. Reminded him of Minnesota. On a whim he had brought his small army of pups to the local park. Which considering where he lived, was not very local. But he and they would do well to get a change of scenery once in a while. It was a way of taking a small, albeit controlled, step out of his comfort zone. Probably wouldn't do it again. The seven-to-one ratio of dog to person was not easily managed. Buster — the tricolor Jack Russell terrier — decided to be the star of the show out of absolutely nowhere. He had a habit of barking at anything that moved, and when he spotted another human he decided to REALLY let them have it. This caused a chain reaction of all seven dogs barking and bounding over to the poor red-cloaked stranger and their lone pet. Will stumbled a few steps but managed to get a firm grip on the leashes. He whistled a few times to catch the dogs' attention. For the most part, the barking stopped. Buster still let out the occasional arf.
"Sorry 'bout that," mumbled Will. "Promise they wouldn't hurt a fly." And then he finally paid real attention to the fluffy white cloud of a dog that had caught Buster's eye in the first place. It was... probably the cutest thing he had ever seen, and he was not ashamed to think so. "What breed is yours?"
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Of two things Will Graham was absolutely, inconsolably certain. One: Hannibal Lecter was the Chesapeake Ripper. Two: Aly staying with Hannibal meant that she was in danger of a fate arguably worse than death. If he had been playing mad scientist with the melting remains Will's head, he loathed to imagine what he could be doing with Aly's. She had been through so much already. They had all suffered the loss of Abigail, whom he had considered a second daughter. Aly was his flesh and blood, his pride and joy, and he was chomping at the bit to save her. He could not lose ANOTHER member of his crumbling family. That was why when he was finally released from the BHSCI, Will insisted that she return home as soon as possible. Her TRUE home. Even if it would take a while to regain rightful custody. He had to know she was safe. He had fully expected Hannibal to drop her off personally. And he did. Watching the two of them exit the shiny black Bentley made his fingertips twitch. He clenched his teeth behind a smile while his blood came to a boil. Will could not wait to meet her at the porch. He approached the driveway while Hannibal walked Aly toward the house with a hand on her shoulder. Will even thanked Hannibal quietly, as he had an appearance to maintain; they were so alike it almost hurt. As soon as he was close enough, and confirmed she had not been harmed, he choked out a pitiful laugh. Will threw his arms around Aly and lifted her into the air, spinning her around in a crushing hug.
sabe & will ( @rainbowmuses )
“sorry, what?” she asked, blinking slightly at the other - since coming here she’d often found herself lost in her own thoughts, there wasn’t much here that was similar to what she was used to.
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