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Kouyou knew that he had a somewhat unpopular opinion; the Sayaran invasion wasn’t actually that bad. Sure, they basically disarmed the whole planet and humans were drafted into working in their mines on Mars, but it wasn’t bad.
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24 Jun 2026
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Hannibal invites his puppy Will to play with a victim to help him come out of his shell.
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23 Jun 2026
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He knew what he was feeling was irrational and childish, but he couldn't help it. He didn't like that Hannibal changed the menu for Chiyoh’s sake or that he would show a genuine smile to someone other than Will. Most of all, he hated that he had allowed Chiyoh to help him cook.
Will snorted. He had definitely spent too much time with Hannibal. He'd become a possessive son of a bitch just like him. He had never been a jealous man, but Hannibal had brought out the worst in him.
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22 Jun 2026
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Fury runs beneath Will’s skin like poison through his bloodstream. Suddenly, he wants more than anything to see Hannibal hurt. He wants to see that false indifference ripped away like they’ve ripped organs from living bodies. He needs to watch him crumble.
“On your knees,” he says.
“Will—“
“I said,” Will snarls, “on your knees.”
(or, Hannibal flirts with a pretty stranger at the bar, and Will decides to put him in his place.)
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21 Jun 2026
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my eyes are green, cause I eat a lot of vegetables by thattrainssailed
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
01 Jun 2026
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He doesn't sleep. He's far too aware of Hannibal's empty half of the bed. He can't help hearing every creak of the house. Their bed is so cold. Hannibal always runs warm.
Will thinks for a long time. He thinks about Hannibal. He tries not to think about losing him. Instead, he keeps remembering Hannibal in the fire light. Dripping with blood. His hands wrist-deep in a cadaver.
Creases on a sleeve. Smug youth. A scrawled signature.
It's stupid, Will thinks, then keeps thinking about it. Something familiar swings behind his lids. He imagines himself as an arrogant little prick, cocky and audacious and trying so very hard. How he might feel, think, move. Where he would be at what time of day.
Things go off the rails fairly quickly after that.
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- Part 5 of some kind of nature
Bookmarked by Pawnl
21 Jun 2026