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#Hannictober/#EatTheRare: Moonlight [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college/dancer AU]
Hannibalâs hair catches silver in the moonlight, turns what was ashen into sterling. It distracts Will from watching Hannibal go through the steps, teaching Will with his body how to move across the stage on his own. He wishes dance came to him as naturally as it does to his two partners, but Willâs talent lies elsewhere.
No doctor has ever been able to explain to Will how his gift works. Itâs like playing by ear, he supposes, only his ears have nothing to do with it.
Hannibalâs pulled him through scene after scene since they were three years old, like a lock and key, a magic equivalent to Willâs own. As long as he can stumble through the instructorâs directions once, Hannibal can elevate Willâs tripping to an art after class.
Their toes know the way, but only together. Conjoined feet, Will calls it.
Now, with Bedelia, Will excels at support, too, at lifts. He watches them move, fluid and smooth, like oil floating on water. One personal performance, and then Will can close his eyes and let their sheer talent gild his optic nerves. They dance behind his eyelids, perfect, like they belong there, secret and only for him.
#Hannictober/#EatTheRare:Â Pumpkin Spice [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college AU]
She likes tight leggings, because Bedeliaâs worked hard for her strong thighs and perfect ass, and the whole world should know it. Black boots over top of crocheted socks, soft and gray and all of it complete overkill for mild fall weather. Oversize sweaters, the kind with the necklines that slip down over one shoulder--is she wearing a strapless bra? Is she wearing a bra, at all?
Bedelia pulls her hair back in a tight ponytail, sitting high, ready to pin up into a bun when she hits the barre. Big hot pink Coach tote; pearls on her neck and ears; all her psych books in one arm, highlighter still clipped to her notes.
The whole outfit is planned carefully. She has to leave one hand free for the most important accessory of all--her favorite, more than the boots or the bag or the baubles.
Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
They give her such shit about it, Will and Hannibal. For the past two years, Bedeliaâs thought about breaking up with both of them from mid-September through the start of the new semester. But the three of them just fit, have always clicked and rolled together, in their troupe and in class and at night, high as Hannibal can lift her, endorphins rushed from great sex and good drugs.
But right now, on campus, in the corporate hell of a capitalist coffeehouse, Bedelia steels herself for the onslaught.
#Hannictober: Scarves [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college/dancer AU]
Crochet is predictable. Thereâs a pattern to follow, an order that appeals to Willâs anxious mind. Ballet does the same for him, but Will canât always be dancing.
(He tried once, during a meltdown. Hannibal found him thirteen hours and two pairs of blood-soaked shoes later.)
Will remembers glaring at this therapist for the rest of his hour when she first suggested it. He was only there to keep his hard-won place in the pointe class, not for advice on potential hobbies. The only craft Will was interested in was the craft, and he told Hannibal just as much in the cafeteria during brunch break. His books slammed on the table, a satisfying echo of the way he shut Ms. Bloomâs door.
âI take it your first period alternative went poorly?â
Will only grunted in reply, burying his face in Hannibal's neck, hoping Dr. Crawford wouldn't write them up for PDA.
Hannibal stroked the side of Willâs face. âWhat happened?â
âShe thinks I need a hobby.â
âAnd what do you think?â
âI think she's full of shit,â Will said.
#Hannictober/#EatTheRare: Pile of Leaves [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college/dancer AU]
Will spends the most time at home; even though Will is the youngest of their trio, heâs managed to pull ahead of both Hannibal and Bedelia by an entire year. Heâs dropped his course load from eighteen hours to twelve, allowing Will more of an opportunity to be overwhelmingly antisocial in comparison to his partnersâ dedication to Greek life. As much as Hannibal wants Will to be as active as he and Bedelia are, itâs nice to come home to both a happy Will and a clean house.
He particularly appreciates the yard maintenance. Will loves to spend time outside with Ceph, whether heâs reading or working or playing fetch with the mutt. Regardless of activity, they always manage to be covered in dirt by the time they come inside.
Hannibal abhors the mere concept of dirt.
Most afternoons, Bedelia joins Will in the backyard, the two of them studying beneath the canopy of the large maple. Hannibal sits outside, too, spreading his books and notes out across the table that he drags out onto the patio, provided it isnât windy. Heâs not fond of having to weigh down all of his papers, because then they get dirty.
âThereâs this newfangled thing called sheet protectors,â Will calls out from the other side of the yard where he and Bedelia sit against the white wooden privacy fence. âAmazing stuff, progress.â
âDonât tease the old man,â she stage whispers.

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#Hannictober: Ritual [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college/dancer AU]
Bedeliaâs never been superstitious, or religious, or even fatalistic. As far as she knows, Hannibal isnât, either, though he does subscribe to some strange amalgam of philosophy neither she nor Will could ever hope to understand. Maybe thatâs a type of fatalism all on itâs own, actually, their acceptance that Hannibal is incomprehensible at best, and impossible at worst.
Will, however, is easy to understand, if only because he's an oddly open book. He's always been prone to oversharing, or else not understanding what constitutes socially acceptable conversation. Bedelia thinks that's what keeps him from joining clubs or going through recruitment for Hannibal's fraternity--his autism--but it's just as likely that Will doesn't want any infringement on his time with Ceph.
Bedelia believes in finding self-fulfillment within a group; Hannibal believes in his status as head of the pack; as for Will, he believes in his dog. They all believe and trust in each other, too, of course, but that's hardly a cultural system or creed. No matter how often they call out for God in each otherâs arms at night, thereâs no greater supernatural power in which they have faith, or set of tenets they infallibly follow.
That's what makes Hannibal and Will's pre-performance ritual such a damn novelty.
#Hannictober: Corn Maze [Bedelia/Will; college/dancer AU]
They have to skip class to go early in the morning, as soon as Verger Farms opens, because Will tries to avoid crowds whenever possible. Bedelia hardly minds; her Latin professor is somehow more pretentious than Hannibal could ever dream of being. As for Will, his criminal justice in media course doesnât take attendance, and heâs seen Cool Hand Luke more times than he can count.
Hannibal still frowned at them over breakfast. âSkipping once leads to a downward spiral,â heâd said. âIt makes skipping a second time easier, especially when there are no consequences.â
But Bedelia doesnât mind that, either, that it will be only Will and her. The two of them so rarely get private time together due to their conflicting class schedules and her sorority obligations. They both love Hannibal, but itâs nice to have a date to themselves once in awhile, particularly when itâs somewhere Hannibal refuses to go.
âYou two look so sweet together,â the woman at the ticket table tells them. Will squeezes Bedeliaâs hand tighter, then asks for the difficult-level clue sheet and lets Bedelia drag him off. She canât help herself; Will looks adorable trying to keep up with her when she runs, his mop of curls bouncing along like the ears of an eager puppy.
#HannibalHallow: Movie Night/#Hannictober: Hard Cider [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal; college/dance AU]
The Halloween Tree is the first real Halloween movie Will ever remembers watching, real in a way that the Charlie Brown special never could be. Will can appreciate Snoopyâs ingenuity, but the existence of a man-monster like Moundshroud and a terrifying madcap adventure through Halloween history always seemed more plausible to him.
He unpacks the VCR--itâs too precious a thing to leave sitting out, to use all the time--and takes the home-recorded cassette out of its deteriorating sleeve. Hannibal bought Will the Blu-ray for Halloween back in high school, but it isnât the same. As much as he appreciates the gift, itâs like the difference between listening to music on vinyl and MP3; even if the scratches and imperfections are kept in the recording, they arenât real, merely reflections.
(Bedelia and Hannibal indulge him in matters like this. There are so few times that life feels truly concrete for Will, what with his strong imagination and weak comprehension of reality. Will needs the bumps and bubbles and flaws, and not just in his favorite childhood movies.)