Summary: During Digestivo. Hannibal prepares himself & an unconscious Will for their final conversation.
Hannibal carried him inside. Chiyoh offered to help. He was tired, after all. Frozen and bloodied, hair mopped to the side of his face, shoulders tense and stiff from having been tied back. But he refused, a silent shake of his head and Chiyoh backed away. Walked to the field, rifle in hand. He allowed himself a moment to appreciate her. How, wordlessly, she knew. This was something he must do alone.
Will lay slumped in the backseat, arms limp on the floor. Dead weight. Hannibal felt the same strain he had the night before when he carried him, though he no longer had adrenaline fueling his body. He brought Will, slow, up the steps, across the porch, over the threshold, reveling in every second of pain the twinge in his back sent lighting up his spine.
Hannibal laid Will down delicate onto his bed. Careful not to wake him with too much movement. Fearing he might break.
He’d need some time to think. Prepare. More time than Will’s body was unconsciously willing to give, so he gave two gentle flicks to the syringe, a steady gentle pressure on the plunger, and Will’s sleep took on a far more tranquil rhythm. He drifted deeper. Hannibal, finally, exhaled.
He took a step back, took a moment. Contemplated the door. It stood open behind him, winter chill seeping in through the gap. And then there was the car. Chiyoh. The ease with which he could disappear. It was, he knew, the most practical option. He could make his way to the coast and set sail, heading someplace quiet and obscure, somewhere Will would surely never find him. He’d have to leave quickly in order to get far enough. He’d have to leave now. Hannibal’s eyes, resting on the doorknob, flicked back to the bed. To Will’s pillow flattened curls, the iron streaks of dried blood along his jawline.
He shut the door quietly, though he knew Will was sedated. Nodded to Chiyoh through the window and set to work.
He took care of himself first, Will’s shower rattling to life, blood peeling off him here and there, ripping off soaking bandages. Ignoring, as best he could, the cold and awful weight inside his chest. The feeling of his lungs filling with water. Water stinging sharp against the brand on his back, the burn raw, white hot pain in every corner of his body.
Deep, drying breaths. Hannibal redressed himself, his wounds. Turned his attention to Will. He undressed him as slowly as time would allow, fingers gliding over skin with each gentle tug of fabric. Placed a cloth over what Will would not want him to see, wrestling down the urge to look. He’d never looked before and he wouldn’t now, Will was worth more than that. Although.
Hannibal sat up straight and felt, all around him, a tension. An uncomfortable air of finality. A penultimate afternoon. He looked back down at Will.
This could very well be his last chance to look. Admire.
Still, he didn’t. He did allow himself one thing, though, face in the crook of Will’s neck. A deep, slow inhale. Committing the scent to memory, locking it in its own room near the center of his mind, before he began with the water.
There were parts of Will still caked in blood from days prior, places Mason’s men hadn’t taken care of. Patches of rough blood stuck to the skin on his chest, stomach, spilt from where Hannibal had opened his head. He couldn’t deny the bizarre amusement he felt cleaning up the fallout from something he had inflicted, though of course, with Will, it wasn’t the first time. His eyes narrowed as his musings led him to the terrible realization that this would, in fact, be the last time.
Dabbing gently with warm water, watching close as beads of it rolled across Will’s hips, dripping off his waist. Hannibal changed the bandages on Will’s shoulder. Cleaned the wound across his forehead. Slow and somehow far too quick. He took his deliberate time pressing Will dry with a towel, dressed him up again in warm and comfortable clothes. Smoothing the hair across his forehead, resting his fingers against Will’s face.
He knew this would be the last time. Of course he knew. The last time his hands would grip his face. The last time he’d lay him down onto a bed. Hannibal closed his eyes and lived, for only a fraction of a second, in a world where the opposite was true. Where these actions were the first of many times.
…It was still possible. A tiny sliver of possibility rested inside Will, the chance that his journey sparked a deeper understanding of the truth of him, the truth of Hannibal. How those truths fit together.
But then there was the truth of the bullet wound in Will’s shoulder. The ugly scar across his head. The reality of their situation sat thick at the back of Hannibal’s throat, cold in his stomach.
This was the last time.
So, he cleaned up. Discarded old bandages, positioned Will comfortably, carried a chair to his bedside. Hannibal flipped to a new page in his journal, pausing to open the levy, let icy dread flood through his veins and into his pen. Worked, diligent, at solving the problem that teacups and time had laid out before him.
My friend after the movie said the blind guy was so nice though and I’m like, that’s the jig. Racism isn’t about mannerisms. (***Spoiler***) And throughout the party scene when Chris was introduced to a white relative or friend, they could only recognize his humanity by referring to a famous black person or known stereotype. Jordan Peele was like nah man, I’m going to direct a movie showing the everyday subtle racism that is more widely experienced than the overt kind that narrows racism to the image of hooded klansmen which white people use to disqualify their own racism. Anyways, watch GET OUT. It is good as advertised.
somebody presented this dialogue-free video of a bunch of cartoon birds in our staff meeting, and at the end the blind guy on our team was just like “you motherfuckers just made me sit through three minutes of chirping and I demand an apology”
Jughead x reader in which they admire each other in secrecy.
With a handful of courage, I don’t mean to impose (oh oh I feel it now) And faintly I whisper a secret you know (oh oh I hear it now)
It had been a month since (Y/N) had moved to Riverdale. She had arrived halfway through September, almost October. Much like Veronica Lodge, she was a big city girl, but she hailed from the west coast. Los Angeles to be exact. There had been a lot of buzz surrounding her arrival and her appearance in the small town had not let anyone down. With (H/L), (H/C) hair and big, sparkling (E/C) eyes, (Y/N) (Y/L) was quite the attractive girl.
She had befriended many people, including Cheryl Blossom (who had immediately taken her under her wing) and Betty Cooper, who had introduced her to her circle of friends. She tended to hang out more with Cheryl though, seeing as how the girl really needed someone after the death of her twin brother, Jason.
The few times she did decide to join Betty, she would feel like a mess. And it was all because of Jughead Jones III. He was the one friend of Betty’s that (Y/N) could never act normal around. She was always awkward around him, and always found herself stuttering and unable to speak to him. Lucky for her, no one had noticed her little problem, not even Veronica, who was a lot more observant than she let on.
She shared multiple classes with Jughead, including English and biology. A few weeks into school, she decided that she needed to get over herself. Jughead was just another (potential) friend. She just needed to speak to him. like a normal person.
Well I caught your love but I didn’t catch your name (oh yeah and I feel the same) And I’m wondering why, is it wrong if it’s right
The root of her problem was her first day in English. She had arrived on time and had been forced to stand in front of the class and introduce herself. She remembered standing up straight and showing no fear, speaking confidently until her gaze got to the mysterious boy sitting in the corner who was watching her intently.
Jughead couldn’t really explain why he was observing the new girl with such intensity. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but Jughead felt himself getting lost in the sound of her voice. When the teacher told her to sit next to him, he panicked. When she had sat down and asked to borrow an extra pencil, he panicked even more. He had given her the pencil in his hand, losing his breath when she smiled at him after thanking him. ‘She has a beautiful smile’ was the only thing that was running through his mind as he rummaged through his backpack, pulling out his extra pencil.
(Y/N) had been left speechless. She had asked to borrow the boy’s pencil hoping to make a new friend but when he turned to her, she had lost all ability to speak. He was cute. Really, really cute. She had only managed to squeak out a ‘thanks’ and smiled at him before turning in her seat, face as red as a tomato.
They had stolen each others’ hearts and they didn’t even know each others’ names.
Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it) Young hearts never want the night to end
The day that (Y/N) decided to stop acting weird around Jughead, she had accepted Betty’s offer to join them all at Pop’s after school. Stepping into the semi-crowded diner, (Y/N) quickly made her way over to the booth where Betty & Co. were sitting at. Squeezing herself into the booth, next to Archie, she gave everyone a blinding smile.
“ Hey guys!’ she exclaimed.
“So she speaks!” said Kevin. “And here I was thinking that you were yet another one of Cheryl’s brainless minions.”
(Y/N) chuckled. Whenever Kevin had tried to befriend her, Cheryl had always come along and pulled her away, never failing to make a snide comment about Kevin. It was frustrating.
“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said.
“Sup,” Archie greeted.
“I’m so glad you could join us,” Betty added.
They all turned to Jughead, who was staring openmouthed at (Y/N).
“What? Do I have something on my face?” the (H/C) girl asked, blushing at his stare.
Jughead quickly shook his head. “No, uh, its just a surprise to see you here that’s all.”
That was the only awkwardness for the rest of the evening. The group of friends stayed at Pop’s until closing time, never running out of things to say as great friendships blossomed.
Chasing the clock, will I see you again? (oh oh we’ll see tonight) If it’s perfect now, let’s be perfect again (oh oh I think it might) I’m not used to this feeling, but you help me let go (oh yeah and you do the same) And we both can’t deny, young hearts never die
As they left Pop’s that night, (Y/N) found herself walking alongside Jughead, with Betty & Kevin in front of them and Archie & Veronica trailing behind them.
“So (Y/N),” Jughead began, liking the way her name sounded coming from his mouth, “Will you be joining us more often now?”
The young girl smiled at Jughead. “Yeah. I think I actually will.”
And so she did. For the next few weeks, the girl joined them at Pop’s almost every single day. She and Archie had bonded over music, especially after he found out she could sing. With Kevin, she bonded over the fact that they liked to judge the people that they didn’t like together. She bonded with Veronica over the fact that they were both new, and that they both came from big cities. With Betty, she found a really great, caring friend.
But Jughead was different. They bonded over nearly everything. Taste in music. taste in movies. They spent a lot of time together and the others were beginning to notice. it didn’t take them long to pick up on the longing glances, the shy smiles exchanged. Archie and Kevin confronted Jughead about his feelings and Betty and Veronica did the same with (Y/N), resulting in both teens shaking their heads and vehemently stating that they were ‘just friends’.
Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire We’re burning bright by the hour (in the moment, can you show it) Young hearts never want the night to end Tonight, if only words could describe The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now) Young hearts never want the night to end
Eventually, the visits to Pop’s would end up with Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Kevin all making excuses to leave, effectively leaving Jughead and (Y/N) alone each night. They would never actually leave, and instead went outside to sit in Archie’s truck, spying on the two teenagers. When the two teens finally left the diner, they’d notice that Jughead would always walk (Y/N) home.
“They are so sweet its sickening,” Veronica stated as they watched Jughead give (Y/N) his flannel.
“It really is,” Kevin agreed. “They are so oblivious.”
“We have to do something about this,” Betty said.
“Well what do you propose?” questioned Archie.
Cause something tells me we Are more than just silhouettes It’s something that I won’t forget, forget, forget, forget, forget And if I could stop the clock with you, I knew, I knew
The (H/C) girl stopped and turned around as she heard her name being called. Motioning for Cheryl to continue walking without her, the girl fixed her attention onto Betty.
“Pop’s? After school?”
(Y/N) chuckled. “That’s not even a question anymore. You know my answer will always be yes.”
“Great! See you then,” Betty replied as she walked off.
After school came along a lot faster than expected. (Y/N) walked into the diner, sliding into her now usual seat next to Jughead. She felt butterflies in her tummy as Jughead smiled softly at her before continuing his conversation with Archie.
“Alright guys,” Betty began. “Today, we are here because we have a serious problem to discuss.”
(Y/N) looked curiously at the blonde girl before looking at Veronica, who had a mischievous smirk upon her face.
“You see,” Veronica said, “The thing is that we’ve noticed something recently, and we just have to point it out.”
Archie got up and stood next to the table. Betty joined him.
“The thing is,” Kevin continued, “(Y/N), Jughead likes you.”
(Y/N) looked at Jughead in shock as he glared at his friends.
“And Jughead,” Archie said. “(Y/N) likes you.”
Jughead whipped his head to look at (Y/N) so fast she was surprised his neck didn’t just snap.
(Y/N) slid down in the booth as she felt her face heat up.
“Well,” Betty finally broke the silence. “We gotta go, so enjoy your date!”
Cause I don’t wanna say goodnight, when we just started a fire We’re burning bright by the hour Young hearts never want the night to end Tonight, if only words could describe The feeling for the first time (I can feel that it’s real right now) Young hearts never want the night to end
“You like me?” Jughead asked as the rest of the gang left them alone. (Y/N) was to embarrassed to do anything but nod.
“Well that’s great,” Jughead said.
(Y/N) straightened. “What?”
“It means that I can finally ask you out without fear of rejection,” Jughead said nonchalantly.
“Rejection? Jughead why on earth would I reject you? You’re amazing,” the girl said.
Jughead couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face.
“Well you’re even more amazing than I am,” he said as he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. “So I guess this is our first date.”
(Y/N) could only nod in response.
Chasing the clock, chasing the clock Will I see you, see you again? Chasing the clock, chasing the clock Will I see you, see you again?
Once again, the gang hadn’t actually left the diner and were just lounging around in Archie’s truck.
“YES!” Betty and Veronica exclaimed as they saw Jughead kiss (Y/N). “We did it!”
And so the two teenagers finally ended up together, on their first date at their favorite place, wishing that their night would never come to an end.
So I lied, I’m sorry. “Time Water Pt.4″ isn’t up today but here, have this little story that I thought up while listening to Tonight (Young Hearts) by The Colourist. I hope you enjoy it, its not my best I’m sorry. I probably wont have Pt. 4 up until Friday night so please bear with me. Anyways, asks are open!
Dialogue Prompt: this has got to be the strangest day of my life…(submitted by @xerxia31)
Rating: M (for nudity and language)
A/N: I need to thank Mr Pikelet for helping me bring this story to life. He brought ‘an event’ to my attention and after my initial shock and a bit of a giggle I thought I have to everlark this some how.
A BIG thank you to my beta @sponsormusings for her amazing guidance, support and advice. I would be lost without you!
concept: chirrut and baze first meet as teenagers when baze first comes to the temple at jedha after being orphaned or something similarly tragic. he’s angry and irrational and hurting and very hotheaded, and when chirrut bumps into him in the hall, he challenges him to a fight. chirrut turns around and baze realizes he’s blind and thinks oh shit, i can’t just fight a blind guy. but chirrut is actually very much down to fight, and baze is just like okay, it’d be rude to retract the offer now, i’ll just go easy on him.
chirrut kicks his ass in like, ten seconds. and he won’t stop laughing about it either, because that’s what you get for thinking i’ll be an easy match! baze’s bruises last for over two weeks, and that’s how he finds his new best friend/kind of falls in love.