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    The first March, Derek pulls Stiles out of the water, out of the dead kelpie's grip, and kisses him.

    The second March, Derek rips out a pooka's guts.

    Demon horses. What is with the demon horses?

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    21 May 2018

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    “I couldn't save you,” he says, at one point.

    “'S'okay,” Stiles mumbles, exhausted. “I'm pretty good at saving myself.” He curls tighter into Derek, and Derek responds, tries to envelope him. “I don't need you to save me Derek. Loving you is just...” He buries his face in Derek's chest, and Derek can't breathe for a second. “It's just about you. It's not because you're the Alpha, or because you're such a badass, or even just you being kind of beyond hot, because yeah, you are, you know it.” Derek smirks over Stiles' head. “I just love you.” He pauses. “Alright?”

    Derek isn't sure what to say, so that's when he hooks a finger under Stiles' chin and kisses him for the first time. He's still cold, but he's shivering, and getting steadily warmer, so Derek isn't too worried anymore.

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    Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

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    20 May 2018

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    Derek is Bad News and Stiles is seventeen and he's human and he can't seem to say no to Derek and he can't take the stupid necklace off because Derek gave it to him and told him about his family while he did it.

    No one gives Stiles anything anymore, no one gives him any space, any leeway, because he's used it all up. His dad can't forgive him no matter what he says, and Scott just doesn't get it, and all he has is Derek's pack treating him like they want him around and they want him to help them cook dinner and help them do their homework and sit on the tailgate of Boyd's pick-up truck and drink Sprite and watch Boyd try to teach Isaac how to make paper airplanes that actually go somewhere while Erica and him argue about which Green Lantern is the best, because John Stewart obviously is, but Erica is fucking delusional and insists it's Guy Gardner. And he has Derek keeping him company at night because he actually kind of hates being alone, and trying to help him with his homework even though he sucks at it and arguing with him about Marvel versus DC, because Derek fucking loves DC like the secret dork he is and Stiles thinks he's totally writing off the wealth that Marvel has to offer and that always ends with Stiles calling him stupid and maybe they watch The Dark Knight Rises illegally on Stiles' laptop. And maybe they talk about how JGL stole the show, and maybe it would have been better without Batman, and wouldn't it have been cool to see Nightwing's costume, and then Derek looks at him and says “Shut up, Stiles,” but it's fond, it's so fond, and how did he miss that?

    And the Alpha loves him.

    And maybe Stiles has been sort of missing the point this whole time.

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    To say that Will Graham is still an unmated, childless omega at the age of thirty-eight is his own choice is true. It is not to say that it is his preference. Will wants a mate and a family just as much – perhaps even more – than the next omega. He’s simply never met that one person who fit the bill before. And then he walks into Jack Crawford’s office and meets Hannibal Lecter and well that, as they say in the business, is that.

    Now all he needs to do is convince Hannibal of that. But well, this is Hannibal Lecter he is dealing with. It must be done a certain…flair. But that isn’t a problem for Will. Not at all.

    After all, snakes may kill mongoose, but one must never forget this as well: mongoose hunt snakes too.

    It’s Will Graham’s turn to wage his war.

    Or, here is a fic about omega!Will Graham manipulating alpha!Hannibal Lecter into getting exactly what he wants.

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    11 Feb 2018

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    That when the SUV and the Bentley with Jack and the team does pull up, that Hannibal is the first one out is no surprise.

    That he is a visible mess is, just a little bit.

    Because here’s the thing, Will isn’t unaware of how Hannibal feels towards him, or the depth of that feeling. Even with their recent fight included, Will’s never been worried that Hannibal doesn’t feel strongly enough for him or their children - that fight was really about Hannibal’s hubris and Will’s fear of losing him, and although Will maintains he was still right, he never once thought that Hannibal didn’t love him, or that something like this wouldn’t effect him.

    But he never once thought it would be to this degree, because the Hannibal that gets out of the Bentley and burns a trail to Will looks wrecked. Dark eyes that look so damned haunted, something that can only be called a terrible hybrid between agony and terror in them, hair unkempt and clothing wrinkled from being run over by worried hands. He engulfs Will in an full body embrace the second he reaches him, burrowing his face in the soft flesh of Will’s neck and breathing in the scent of him through great, shuddering breaths punctured with whispered words that must be Lithuanian, because Will doesn’t recognize the as English.

    He’s shaking. All over, full body shudders, as if he is helpless to control his own body. Hannibal Lecter, the man in the pristinely constructed person suit, whose every word and gesture is a work of art in it’s preparation and presentation, is shaking.

    Because of Will. It shocks him right down to his core, this visceral demonstration of Hannibal’s devotion.

    It’s so terribly lovely.

    “Hey,” Will says, wrapping himself as far as he can into Hannibal’s embrace, making himself as soft and omegean as he can in physical comfort as he croons platitundal truths of comfort into Hannibal’s ear, a continuous soft litany, “hey, hey, I’m fine. I’m here. We’re all fine. It’s ok.”

    Hannibal doesn’t respond, not verbally at least, but Will keeps up his mantra until the shaking has stopped, and until the hands that grasp at him only flutter, and Hannibal is able to pull some semblance of his person suit back on. Not the full suit, of course, but enough that he is able to pull his face away from Will shoulder and take a position at his side instead, tucking Will into the curve of his body, a protection against the world.

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    Will and Hannibal meet in prison. Hannibal is still the Ripper, Will is still a profiler who had encephalitis. Only now they're cell mates

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    08 Feb 2018

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    "Could you explain it to us?"

    Will clears his throat. He can feel Hannibal watching him, but can't bring himself to look back. God, if he's wrong Hannibal's never going to forgive him.

    "Everyone moves through the world making little decisions about how we interact with those around us. There are rules of society and cultural guideposts for what right and wrong are. Most of the time, Hannibal moves through the world politely and unobtrusively: He isn't racist, sexist, ageist. He doesn't have road rage, or get angry when he has to wait in line. He tips well and is polite to wait-staff. Hannibal doesn't abuse children or animals. He was an excellent surgeon who was respected by the nurses, which is rare. Hannibal Lecter follows the rules better than most of us.

    "There's a word we don't have in English; Rawa-dawa. It mean, the sensation of suddenly realizing you have the opportunity do something reprehensible, and no one is there to witness it, so you know you'll get away with it. Some people take those moments to hurt their children, or exploit employees, or kick dogs, or other cruelties. Hannibal takes those opportunities to kill people and eat them.

    "He knows that killing people is against the law. He knows that eating people is taboo. You're also not supposed to short-change people, or cut them off in traffic. To Hannibal, it's all the same."

    Bedelia asks, "In what way are they the same?"

    "On a cosmic scale," Will says. "If nothing matters than everything matters. If God isn't real then it doesn't matter. If God is real, then he sure as shit - sorry your honour - doesn't care about the suffering of humanity, so it still doesn't matter. Hannibal put aside good and evil and placed himself at the top of the food chain."

    Bedelia has an amazing poker face. She gives nothing away. "That doesn't sound insane to me," she says, laying it out for him.

    Will shrugs. It's a lot for the jury to take in. A lot of talking, a lot of philosophy. He's set up the argument the prosecution is making and now he moves in for the rebuttal. "It makes sense if I say it like that. But if I phrase it differently it sounds nuts - totally crazy."

    "And how would you phrase it to make him sound insane?"

    "He kills and eats rude people. That's his victim pool: rude people," Will says. "He kills them without remorse or mercy. And sometimes he likes to torture them to death, pose them in ironic tableaus, and feed their remains to Baltimore's high society." He gives it a beat, lets it sink in for the jury and then says, dry as the desert, "It's all in the tone."

    The jury can understand that. Hannibal Lecter eats rude people. It's clear, it's simple, it's insane. They'll remember that.

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    Drabbles and one-shots set in the “Pushing Us Into Self-Destruction” 'verse.

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