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catnipforkillersbloom replied to your post:ᘓ (please don't say the red lipstick)
“Then, according to you and your poor fashion style, what would be my color?”
“My fashion style is well above yours. I’m sorry to inform you of that. I think your wrap dresses are beautiful. Blue makes your eyes pop.”
Season 3 AU
Will had always wondered what was going to become of him. He’d felt numb ever since Hannibal had left him bleeding out on the floor. He had missed Abigail so much she was invading his mind. She was there with him, but he knew that she wasn’t real. Will walked to Abigail’s grave almost three months since his recovery, sighing softly. He held back tears as he placed the flowers onto her grave, trying to let her go.
“Hey...uh...”Will heard after a moment of silence. Will glanced at the voice. A kid with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes stared back at him. Will shivered. The kid looked like he was Will’s.
“Hello.” Will spoke softly, kneeling down to be at eye level, “What do you need?”
“Mom tells me not to talk to strangers.” The kid spoke defensively. The pair paused for only a moment before the kid sighed.
“I lost my mom.” The kid admitted, “Can you help me find her?”
Will sighed softly. He knew that feeling.
“What does she look like?” Will asked gently.
“She’s blonde...and...uh...” The kid shifted awkwardly. He bit his lip. Will smiled softly and sighed, standing up. He glanced around, looking for a blonde woman nearby. Unfortunately for the both of them, Will didn’t spot her. Will glanced back down at the boy.
“Why don’t you walk with me, and we’ll see if we can spot her?” Will asked.
“Sure!” The kid sighed, reaching up for Will’s hand. Reluctantly, Will took the boy’s hand. Will made his way slowly to the front of the graveyard, keeping pace with the kid. Will wanted to make sure that the boy didn’t tire out too quickly on their little adventure. When they got there, a van was the only thing in the parking lot. There were three people standing outside. A curvy woman with blonde hair stood in front of an elderly couple. She was playing with her necklace nervously. Will couldn’t quite pick up their voices.
“Mom!” The boy cried out, letting go of Will’s hand. Will let the boy go and watched him run to his mother, who knelt down and hugged him happily. Will’s chest tightened when they looked at him. He wanted to duck away and get into his car. He didn’t want them to come closer, but the woman approached him swiftly. Will stood awkwardly as the woman hugged him. He didn’t have time to hug her back as the woman stared at him thankfully.
“Where did you find him?” She asked, relieved.
“He approached me as I paid respects to someone I once knew.” Will explained.
“Well thanks for bringing him back safely.” The woman sighed, “There’s all sorts of predators out there trying to kidnap little boys.”
Will nodded, wincing. The woman started to walk away but stopped. She sighed, glancing back at Will. “Look I have to reward you for this great deed.” The woman joked, “What can I do for you?”
“Nothing.” Will winced, “It’s fine. I would have been angry at myself if I didn’t help.”
“Let me at least take you out to dinner.” The woman insisted, “We’re going right now.” Will opened his mouth to protest, but the woman shushed him. She smiled, causing his lips to curve into one. Will felt warmth in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? You fall in love with me?” The woman teased.
“Alright, I’ll go. What’s your name?” Will asked her, chuckling.
“You can call me Molly.” The woman smiled, pleased with herself, “And yourself?”
“Will.” Will sighed, walking to his car, “Where are we going?”
“Just follow us.” Molly called back, waving.
It was hard for Will to believe that, in about three years, they would be happily married and living the perfect life.
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Perf Alana. I agree with like 99% of your headcanons. I haven’t seen one I haven’t agreed with, but I suppose that it’s always a possibility in the future, but I doubt it :)
The fact that we can send each other 394520353094 memes
CRACK! JFC I love our crack threads and our angst threads...just all of it.
I am very picky when it comes to Hannibal muses, but I am so glad I started rping with you because I lowkey stalked you for a little while on Care Bear
You are a doll to talk to OOC
♣ *winks*
who is the better dancer? Jack. He had to learn with all those fancy pants parties he went to with knowing Arthur and Lucy
who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? Jack LOVES the outdoors
who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? Jack likes to say he’s allergic to cats because he doesn’t like them so he’s much more of a dog person.
who’s more social? They’re both social.
who makes the bed every morning? Alana or Jack. It gets done.
who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? Jack is such a stereotypical man omg he’d tell Alana she keeps the house to cold or too warm.
who takes longer getting ready? Alana
who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? I don’t think it would matter. Jack doesn’t like vampire movies though. so that would be where he draws the line.
who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? Neither. They’re both adults.
who is more technology challenged? Jack. He still enjoys his phonograph BUT he is involved in his cell phone and internet, if something goes wrong he’s looking for Alana to fix it.
who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? Jack.
who talks in their sleep? hmmm, Jack has nightmares but he really doesn’t talk that much in his sleep, and I don’t think Alana would talk that much in her sleep either.
who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? Alana?
who likes getting dressed up more? Jack is ALWAYS dressed to impress, but Alana probably because Jack would make sure she has the prettiest dress
who’s better at tying ties? Alana
who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? Alana
who’s better at planning romantic things? Alana
who takes up more space in the closet? Alana
who has more of a sweet tooth? Alana
who drinks more often? Jack. Especially when he’s trying to get off morphine.
who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? I think it may depend on the situation.
catnipforkillersbloom replied to your post://Here’s a friendly reminder that I won’t be...
[who cares about molly when you can have han/nigram, right? R I G H T? >:(]
//Gee golly whiz, of course everyone wants that super fantastic, wonderful, HEALTHY relationship! Why bother shipping/supporting him with a wife who loves him? :))))))))) [I feel like last night was a fever dream, good God]
butimalwaysalana replied to your post://Here’s a friendly reminder that I won’t be...
The most inconsistent vessel of a character I have ever seen.
//I’m inclined to agree. Freddie Lounds was probably the only character who didn’t exhibit any “head-scratching moments” this season, because she remained consistent throughout the series. Though I’m disappointed that her “I’ll never let that go” line about Abigail was conveniently forgotten, since that could’ve been a great development arc for her. But yes. This is what happens, kids, when you develop a character based on shipping instead of actual logic.
👣 :)
With Alana resting in her hospital bed, Jack took his moment of alone time to move to the small baby bed beside hers. Baby and mother had come through remarkably well, and Jack could not be a more proud man.
All of his dreams had come true. Husband and father. He was loved and loved wholly in return.
As he held his first born daughter in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel the smallest prickles of prideful tears pull at his eyes. He was looking down at his future. This was a life he had created and he knew from this moment forward, he’d spend every moment of his life making his child happy in her own life. He’d be the father that his father was, always fair and understanding.
“Hey,” he whispered so softly in order to keep Alana from waking up. This was his moment alone with his beautiful little girl. In a moment, as her bright blue eyes opened from her small nap and caught hold of his, he felt his heart melt. He loved his wife, but this was his one true love. From that moment until his last breath, Baby Seward would have his heart wrapped so tightly around her tiny fingers.
Tears fell freely, as his daughter opened her mouth in what was the prettiest toothless smile. His heart had been full at his wedding watching Alana walk down the aisle to shed her last name to become Alana Seward, but here his heart was overrun with emotion. His mind flickered to being told that he was to be a father, to being overjoyed to find out the gender of the baby, to helping Alana with the nursery, fighting over baby names.
This little girl was his to raise, to teach, and to love so unconditionally. His mind traveled through every aspect of life. How he’d teach her everything from baseball, fishing, to boys and broken hearts, how she’d worry her mother with the smallest of coughs and he’d have to reassure her that it was just a little cold.
Jack’s smile curved upwards as he pressed the smallest of kisses to her forehead.
“Daddy has you now,” he whispered as he moved towards the door, “Mommy gave me the best present in all of the world,” his smile grew as he lingered there for a moment and turned so she could see her sleeping mother, “ugly socks not included.”
He smiled at his beautiful wife, “Let’s go find Uncle Frederick and let Mommy sleep some more, dove.”
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