Will Graham Lust Club

This was one of the earliest pieces of conversation I had written down for this story close to a year ago.

Chapter 4 of Luminous now on ao3!

Chapter Name: Like We Were Supposed To

me, an elder fandom veteran, suddenly having anne rice flashbacks:

no.

NO.

starting to rock back and fourth.

you do not understand.

you were born into an age of peace. i was there Gandalf. i was there three thousand years ago. i remember the cease and desists. i remember authors hunting fanfic writers for sport. i remember when every fic opened with a disclaimer because we genuinely thought it might protect us.

we do not charge money for the copyrighted gay wizard stories.

do not tempt fate youngling.

step away from the paywall.

that is how you summon the ancient evils.

They’re both thinking “Damn, Dolarhyde is taking forever, you wanna just go?”

The bald guy next to Will is (rightfully) scared shitless, double checking Hannibal’s restraints bc he’s heard and seen enough of what he’s capable of. Everyone else in the van (other than Will) is dead quiet bc they’re afraid a moment of distraction could lead to Hannibal freeing himself or otherwise killing them all despite the fact that they outnumber him and are all armed.

And then, WILL.

Will has been disassociating to the high heavens, likely imagining some involved “No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.” type shit.

STONE COLD SOBER mind you.

They’re both thinking “Damn, Dolarhyde is taking forever, you wanna just go?”