[ WARNING: mild blood, gunshot wounds and homophobia/slurs below the cut ]
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[ WARNING: mild blood, gunshot wounds and homophobia/slurs below the cut ]
[ @shaymincafe ]
okay i made one of those compilation thingies but the idea of creating the caption is making me physically wither so you’re gonna have to wait for it yall
Every hug between Hannibal and Will is paid beforehand in blood, they do not dare to hold each other if blood has not been spilled. Hannibal hugs Will in Mizumono after he’s stabbed him, he allows himself to hold him after inflicting great pain to him - and to himself, in one way. Their embrace in Dolce is still shy, as if Hannibal doesn’t dare to hold him fully. And yet the price has been paid, Will is bleeding, but if Chyioh hadn’t stopped him, the roles might have been reversed. They both have bleed a lot in The Wrath of The Lamb, a consummation after their sharp, bloodstained kisses made of wounds and scars. Their blood - Hannibal’s, Will’s and even Dolarhyde’s - is a sacrifice to the God love. A sacrifice so that they may be fully united.
oh my god you KNOW hannibal has an entire pantry’s worth of hair masks for will to try and use. alternatively, he makes will his own homemade hairmask.
it never sings vain playlist
Today/tonight begins Rasos in Lithuania, and I thought in the spirit of posting in the appropriate season for once, I’d go ahead and share my two favorite cuckoos and the Midsommar-inspired Hannibal fic that never should have been.
Do you like emotionally traumatic cult stories? Have you been missing a couple hours of weird ambient, choral, and indie songs that bring on seasonal depression several months in advance? Then this is the story and music selection for you.
read the fic on Ao3
listen to the playlist on spotify
old Hannibal sketch (post fall)
Nerdist Hannibal reunion, 2020 [x]
#the way Will looks at Hannibal when Hannibal isn’t looking
why are we pinning hannigraham and destiel against each other theyre both so sexy
there was actually no need to even act gay
will and hannibal are just two insane men engaged in homicidal foreplay
Beverley Katz is the Cristina Yang of Hannibal and Will Graham is her Meredith- send post
#we support smart strong competent confident bisexual women who support and befriend disaster mentally ill smart colleagues
Send me a pairing and I'll tell you what song(s) I think describe them!
being my friend is taxing because you occasionally just get messages like this out of the blue
Will: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.
"I love you" as a death threat.
"A certain someone once told me that it excites you to see me marked..."
An addendum, with no small amount of relish attached: "She lacked the ability to explain that to me."
Hannibal's mouth bent into a slight curve of amusement at Will's little jab towards Bedelia, but he made no comment. Looking up from his desk, he said, "I assume you'd prefer to hear it from the horse's mouth, even if you have already figured it out for yourself."
Turning towards him and away from the sunlit window he'd been gazing out of, Will raised an eyebrow at the mention of an assumption - beautiful in his arrogance, Hannibal would admit - and stepped closer anyway.
"I would. Tell me."
Will watched a hint of curiosity grow on Hannibal's face, and he couldn't fault him for that. He had a habit of ambushing him with things. It had yet to rattle Hannibal much at all, but that didn't mean he'd ever stop.
Curiosity became a thin veil over something fathomless that was somehow both heavier and lighter, and then it dissipated to release the full bloom of what lay beneath.
"To love another with every fiber of one's being is to love with tooth and claw. A desire to make a home in the core of the beloved can be sated by nothing less. If the limitations of the physical body were able to allow it, I would wish to crawl inside the cavity of your chest and live within to replace your beating heart."
Will knew it was meant in the most literal sense, cutting him open and inhabiting his torso, but all he felt was an overwhelming reciprocation. It was a new experience, to feel for someone so strongly that he almost envied the sheath of their skin. To want to spill blood so he could slip his hands into the meat of them and touch every part.
Even more so, to let himself want that, and to want to want that.
Hannibal called it love, had been calling it love since his time in Italy with Bedelia, but Will was still getting used to the concept. He understood and accepted it, it wasn't feared. He just couldn't name it love for himself yet - his own idea of love had never been as dark and consuming.
"Blood and thunder" was another fair descriptor.
There had been something purifying about all the blood Will shed through the process of Hannibal's very specific courting methods. He could drown in it, in the metaphoric sense. Before he woke up after surgery, he saw himself drifting down through a red sea, sinking. Unlike his images of waters past, he could breathe in the depths - able to survive them. Even in the grip of brokenhearted wrath, delivering a terrible wound, Hannibal didn't end him. He'd denied his instincts to leave Will alive, allowing him to continue to evolve and eventually Become.
He healed from one blade and found his way to another, wielded by the same hand. The saw hadn't ended him, either, it didn't get the chance to. If that was what Hannibal was really trying to do, at any rate. Cut open his skull to eat his brain.....and feed him some of it, too, probably. Him, or Jack. Maybe even both of them.
They had yet to discuss that. Will would leave it alone forever, but it itched at him every once in a while. Every other wound, he'd grown to accept. That one, not completely. He still put it on display when they weren't in public, though, sweeping his hair back from his forehead at home. Hannibal never said so, but that pleased him. Will could tell. He took advantage of that.
"So it was love when you took a bone saw to my skull, then?"
Circling around to loosely lean back against the edge of the desk next to Hannibal's chair, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. Calm and serious. A real interest in knowing, understanding. Like Hannibal suspected, he already knew.
Hannibal paused in his drawing, set the shader down. He watched Will's face as he said, "Yes."
Will had never regarded him with fear, he'd feared himself and what dwelled within him more than anything else. He didn't regard Hannibal with fear now, only his own curious expression.
It was easy to answer.
"Forgiveness, for bewitching me with your fascinating and occasionally deeply vexing mind. And for inducing me to betray myself, as my sister did."
"Deeply vexing" was what got Will to smile, the intended effect. It didn't linger on his face, not while he was processing the new information.
Cocking his head, Will asked, "Would you have kept going, if the polizia hadn't been floating ass up in Mason Verger's pockets?" "If no one had stopped you," he meant.
Again, Hannibal gave him nothing but honesty.
"I took my time to bandage and dress you, prepare the broth, and applied much less force to the saw than I normally would, as I was....undecided. My intent was for the three of us - you, Jack, and myself - to partake, but I allowed for the possibility that my resolve could falter."
"Were you going to kill Jack?"
"No. He would have been released after the meal."
Narrowing his eyes, Will needled, "And by 'released,' you mean what?"
"Just that. Released to live with the knowledge that he had ingested you, and failed to apprehend me."
"Didn't Chiyoh let him go after we were abducted?"
A casual shrug.
"Perhaps she might have intervened. Perhaps not. We shall never know, Will."
Will glanced away briefly, thinking. After wetting his lower lip with his tongue, he asked, "Were you going to kill yourself after you killed me, is that why you would have let him live?"
It was an intense, pointed question, and he was prepared for.....anything, really. Hannibal sat back in his chair, carefully considering what he wanted to say. Will gave him his time.
"......As much as I believe that suicide is the enemy, I also believe that, yes, I would have followed you into the dark. Not due to the act itself, but for unwillingness to live without you."
Shifting to pull a hand out of the nearest pocket so he could cover Hannibal's with his own on the desk, Will wryly supplied, "If you couldn't live with me, then you weren't going to live without me." Another Bedelia-ism. He found it ironic that it worked both ways, but that wasn't what they were discussing.
Hannibal turned his palm to the ceiling, clasping Will's in return. "Yes."
Will gave Hannibal's hand a good squeeze, then extracted his to stand and leave Hannibal to his drawing again. Before he did, he leveled him with a steady stare, stating, "No one gets to kill you but me."
"Your hands could be the only weapon worthy of severing the thread of my existence."
"You're goddamn right."
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