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This wasn’t happening.

And even if it was, it wasn’t.

Will placed a shaking hand on the knob of his door and pushed through to his house that now felt uncharacteristically unlike a home. He looked at the chair Hannibal had sat in only hours ago.

Cut face. Messy hair.

It jerked him around from his stomach, the gaping absence that filled the house, a feeling Will was not expecting. He quickly placed a hand over his mouth, a loud, breathy gasp echoing out of him. He dug his fingers into the side of his cheek and placed his other hand on a bookshelf, so careful to try and keep himself upright.

Why did he do this?

And it would be very different if Hannibal hadn’t looked right at him, down Will’s eyes and into his soul like a boat down the stream. Will’s hand tremored over his face, his long sigh now turning into sharp, scared breaths.

Will you slip away with him? Part of me will always want to.

Will slowly made his way down to his knees, the energy to stand leaving his body indefinitely. He placed a hand on the ground to try and keep himself from laying down and sinking into the floor. Hannibal was gone now, taken to suffer an allotted eternity in prison, to have his soul stripped from himself.

A sick part of Will wished that he’d touched Hannibal, before. 

Maybe he would’ve touched his face, cupped his cheek in his hand or rolled his fingers down Hannibal’s bare arm. Seeing him, knees on the snow, hands behind his head, surrendering, made Will want to touch him.

As long as Will could remember, his heart had been a toy in Hannibal’s hand. He couldn’t help but imagine how the roles had been reversed. The way Hannibal had permitted Will to hold his heart, instead. On his knees, lending his freedom to Will like a favorite book. Will ripped his hand from the hardwood floor and placed it on the opposite shoulder. Pulled tight. He would not let himself break over this.

But why had he done it?

Will thought about touching Hannibal, again. Breaking into the FBI vehicle, cracking the cuffs from his hands and running his fingers over his wrists, his veins. He’d dig his nails deep into his thick skin and ask, terrified, do you love me the way I love you?

Is that what you had intended to tell me?

However much the teacup had shattered, the fragments of it had begun dusting away. Sharp glass pestered through the room the longer Will imagined Hannibal’s surrender. He pulled his arm tighter across his chest, thinking he’d be sick if he didn’t.

After all this time? Surely not.

If Will had known. If he’d known it would have been different. They could have left, together. And if he’d known.

Will felt Hannibal’s name on his lips, pressing away from his mouth and wanting so badly to be said out loud. Would it be okay, to say his name? Will wondered.

“Hannibal-” Will whispered into his cold fingers. Each syllable felt more indulgent than the last. 

Why did he do this?

“To be fair,” he cuts in. “The day’s not over yet.”

They both start at the sound of his voice, jumping to their feet. Bruce freezes where he is, but Selina moves towards him, placing herself between him and Bruce, and Jeremiah has never hated anyone more. Not even his brother.

This girl, who would misuse, yet still lay claim to what Jeremiah would kill for.

Who would dare stand between Jeremiah and what was his.

He hates her.

Jeremiah's POV of the end of 4x21

Happy Baby Batjokes week everyone.

So here is my gift for the @batjokesgothamexchange

I was writing for @rigormorton32 and/or @gorleska, and they gave me the wonderful prompt 

“Joker!Jeremiah x Bruce: takes place during the scene where Jeremiah shoots Selina. Basically just acknowledging that Jeremiah did it out of jealousy”

I really enjoyed writing it, and the prompt itself was just straight up my jam (and not just because, while I suck at writing dialogue and/or action, I am excellent at writing rambling internal monologues), so thank you for that.

This is one of the reasons I love you, cause’ you my girl. 😘

Send me a fetish/kink and ill rate it

no | rather not | I dunno | I guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know

And there’s quite a few of Noel in his actual ones. So I’m just over here like….

Back when I was suffering from depression I occasionally put word out on tumblr about it (I didn’t like to do it that often as I hate to think of myself as attention seeking) the few times I did no one replied, which made me feel alone and like no one cared. As soon as I put that post up last night people instantly came to my aid. Reylo fandom you’re the best family I could ever ask for, and I’ve come to the realisation that my ship is cool, yes it’s dysfunctional but it’s also fictional and doesn’t hurt anyone in the real world, what can hurt is the hate and bullying.