1 Will gives up a lot of things to be with Hannibal. He’s sacrificed his dogs, he allows himself to be dressed up on occasion and presented to a cooing selection of Baltimore’s elite, he even puts up with the regular pissing matches between Jack and his overprotective boyfriend. In return he asks very little. Regular sleeping hours, companionship and a little stability in his life. One thing that he has grown used to is the amazingly fluffy blueberry pancakes that greet him nearly every morning.

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2 However as he turns over in bed, sleepy smile grazing his features and sunlight streaming in through a haphazard gap in the curtains, he’s not greeted by the smell of still warm batter and maple syrup but instead the quiet sounds of repetitive drumming. Confused he cracks open an eye, glancing up at Hannibal who is sitting against the headboard of their bed, hair loose and pyjamas pristine, a look of intense concentration on his face. In his hands Will can make out the sleek black metal of his

3 phone, tilting and twisting as long fingers jab at the screen. Carefully Will sits up, sneaking out a hand to grab at the device, the screen lit up with half-assed graphics depicting a never-ending road littered with little gems. The moment he takes the phone the running figure plummets over one edge and Hannibal makes a keening sound, fixing a mournful gaze on Will. ‘Will,’ he says, ‘I had almost beaten my high score.’

4 He wants to laugh and pass it all off as some kind of joke because really, Hannibal playing Temple Run? But this is a man who arranges his spice rack alphabetically and makes sure his desk is always in neat parallels and from the number on the screen (nearly 3 million or something crazy. Will’s top score had been 2,773) he can tell he won’t be getting his pancakes for a while. (I’m sorry I have a habit of passing my own faults off on to cute couples)

OMFG???

TEMPLE RUN THO