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I NEED someone to draw this as Adam and Nigel. This id literally spacedogs.

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It’s so depressing that Abigail really had nothing ahead of her.

Even if Hannibal, Will and Abigail had escaped to Florence together, she would never truly be safe, or happy. The rest of her whole life would be a continuation of…

“I didn’t know what else to do, so I just did what he told me.”

Even if she followed Hannibal like a stray dog, obeying his commands for some sort of structure or family in her life, she also would’ve been living in fear of what Will could do to her, as he resembled so many aspects of her father.

On the other hand, if she somehow survived and was safe from Will and Hannibal, she would have no sense of belonging. She would have no friends, no family, no home.

All Abigail ever wanted was to go home, but without a family (Will and Hannibal) she would be totally lost. Miserable.

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I can’t believe my favourite Ao3 author follows me here. Love you pookie bear, thank you for the Hannigram AND Spacedogs blessings 🥰🥰

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I love all fanfic authors kiss kiss but please start writing will graham as the bitch old man he is instead of uwu autism poor corrupted little boy that you act like he is please please please

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guess who’s finally decided to color that sketch

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Thinking about Will Graham

Thats it that’s the post

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Will teaching Abigail that she can be wholesome and kind to animals. He tells her that they’re going to the duck pond, and she starts explaining that they are hard to hunt, but stops her explanation when Will reaches into his freezer and pulls out a bag of peas, grinning. She had never fed ducks before, only failed to catch and kill them.

Abigail ended up holding a hand of peas out to the ducks, and having them eat from her palm. When Will tried it however, it resulted in a bleeding finger and lots of giggles from Abigail.

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Thinking about Hannibal making little origami creatures and trinkets for Will. A dragon, a rose, a deer, a heart. He spends hours meticulously folding paper to make it look perfect, as a subtle gift for Will.

He ‘hides’ them around Will’s house, not too obvious, but obvious enough that Will knows he made them for him. Like next to his favourite mug, or on his armchair.

And of course Will keeps every single one. A few tucked away in a drawer somewhere, scattered around his room, a few in his car.

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What other things do you think Hannibal could make out of paper? We know he created an origami heart but I’m so curious about what else he can do.

Imagine Hannibal sitting at his desk, bored and alone, deciding to make an origami swan, with no guidance. No books, no videos, no advice, he just makes an attempt and builds on it. He does it over and over again, repeating the process until it’s just right.

And he never gets frustrated. This is art, it’s bound to go wrong somewhere

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Hannibal Lecter with a hairy chest mayhaps. Will loves it, especially when they’re in bed together. He stims by twirling his finger in it even though Hannibal finds it irritating and sometimes painful. Will loves feeling Hannibal’s fuzzy chest on his face when he lays atop him and he finds it comforting (though he will never admit). Hannibal has a routine for washing his chest because he wants it to be soft and comfortable for Will.

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will, kit.

he/him, transmasc vampire, mizumono lover, abigail #1 fan

i share my hannibal headcanons here otherwise my brain will explode!!

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I’m here - Hannigram comfort fic

Hannibal takes care of Will during a tough evening, with a bath and kisses.

cw: Non-sexual nudity

Will sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair by the front door of their shared cabin, head in his hands, elbows digging sharply into his thighs. Looking up every few minutes to observe the clock on the wall. 6:59. Hannibal should be home at seven. The minutes seemed to pass like hours, every tick of the hand feeling like torture to the curly headed man.

As he reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter beside him, the familiar sound of Hannibal’s car locking was heard outside. He couldn’t bring himself to unlock and open the door for Hannibal, so he sat, and waited an agonisingly long time before hearing the other man’s footsteps.

Keys jingled and Hannibal entered their home, carrying a briefcase and a jacket laid over his arm. The first thing he noticed was the crumpled up man sitting with his neck hung low. “Will?” Hannibal swiftly placed his briefcase and jacket on the floor, paying no attention to how the case toppled over seconds later whilst he was turning to see Will.

He stood over his husband, and with a single finger, lifted his chin to see the man’s sunken eyes with tear stained cheeks. Fingertips lightly caressed Will’s cheek, drying any remnants of recent tears whilst the other hand gently cupped his jaw. Exhausted eyes looked back at the older man, with relief that his lover had returned. “Oh Will,” Hannibal spoke, gently pressing a kiss to his crown, “Would you like to discuss it?” A shake of Will’s head was all that was needed before his hands were lifted, and slightly pulled as an indication to stand. He obliged at the hands of his lover. Everything seemed to be a blur in front of Will, a mixture of tears and lightheaded-ness from hyperventilating, and before he knew it he was in the bathroom. He saw the older man’s sleeves were rolled up, checking the temperature of the water dribbling into the bath, before the faucet was turned off followed by a small nod.

Will stood in the doorway, dazed and exhausted, yet comforted by the presence of Hannibal. “May I?” uttered Hannibal, who was now standing in front of Will, gesturing to his shirt buttons. “Yeah.” he croaked back, voice hoarse from crying so intensely earlier. Hannibal unbuttoned Will’s shirt, pulling it over his shoulders and off his arms, then bent down to untie the man’s shoelaces, slipping them off his feet and placing them neatly together just outside the bathroom. Will felt a gentle tug at his pants, and hummed in agreement as Hannibal pulled them down, around his ankles, then tossed them aside. “Thank you.” he murmured, as Hannibal’s hands came to Will’s waist and pulled him closer to kiss his forehead. Although Hannibal had seen his lover naked far too many times to count, in this moment Will felt so fragile, exposed, and vulnerable. He removed his own underwear and stepped into the bath, flinching at the heat of the water.

As he sunk into the warm bath, his muscles relaxed as Hannibal came up beside him with a cloth and unscented soap. He drizzled a small amount onto the cloth, and began rubbing small circles along Will’s chest. “Feels nice.” mumbled the man in the bath, “I was waiting for you to get home.” “I know dear, I apologise for arriving later than expected. The honey tea you enjoy was back in stock and I thought it necessary to pick you up some.” he spoke, rubbing circles on Will’s arms and back, pressing a kiss to his cheek “Clearly my presence was required more than honey tea.” a pathetic half-laugh came from Will’s mouth, “I’m just glad that you’re back now.” uttered the bathing man, closing his eyes. “I’m here, darling Will.”

Hannibal finished washing his lover’s legs and thighs, placed down the cloth and sat on the edge of the tub. Seeing Will in such a fragile state made him upset, yet warm inside since he was the only one to see him this way. He placed a hand on top of Will’s and slid it under, palms touching. “Okay” Will managed to sigh, the exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks as he lifted himselfout of the tub, enveloping himself in the towel Hannibal held out for him.

“Are you hungry Will?” questioned Hannibal as Will shuffled into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of their bed. Usually Hannibal would be irritated by the fact he was getting their bed wet, but he couldn’t seem to care tonight. “No. ‘m tired Han.” he uttered, watching Hannibal remove his clothes and change into something more comfortable, but still fashionable. Will didn’t have the capacity to ask what he was doing, so he simply watched, a faint smile on his face. Hannibal slid under the covers and tapped the pillow beside him, smiling at the younger man “Come, lay with me Will.” He dried the last lingering water from himself and tossed the towel on the floor, crawling into bed beside Hannibal. He pulled him close, Will’s back against his chest. When he closed his eyes this time, he felt peace, warmth, safety and comfort.

The slow patterns Hannibal traced on his arm, along with the sweet nothings being whispered against his back between kisses were enough to lull him to sleep. The kisses continued until after Will was heavily breathing, and peaceful.

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i need a hannibal washing will’s hair fic pretty please🙏

in safe hands ⊹ (hannigram)

↳request!

↳cw: sfw, mentions of blood/murder, non-sexual nudity

↳a/n: i had no idea what to do for this and then BOOM i was cooking on my laptop at like 1 am... this is vaguely inspired by when hannibal washed bedelias hair in s3, and also when will came to hannibals house that one time and had a "mild" seizure (i mean, he said it was mild)...hope this fulfills your vision! thanks for the request :)

Will looked down at his hands, trembling and drenched in crimson dried blood. He was shaking in a panicked state, unsure how exactly he ended up on Hannibal’s doorstep. He must have knocked, or made some sort of noise, because the door opened. Hannibal materialized in a white button up and slacks, appearing to have just started getting ready for bed. He observed the boy, shaking and disgruntled while covered in blood, and he ushered him in, glancing behind Will’s shoulder to make sure no one had seen him in such a state. Will entered the foyer, starting to stammer while Hannibal closed the door.

“I-I don’t… I don’t know how I got here.” Will stuttered out, unable to lift his gaze from his hands.

“You are covered in blood, Will. Do you know who it belongs to?” Hannibal asked, used to Will’s occasional lapses of time. He knew better to coddle him, but he still walked to Will and pulled his jacket off, leaving him in a blood stained flannel. Will didn’t even notice, but he had blood all over his clothes, face and hair, too. He reached up to Will's face and gently pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose, watching him shudder both at the touch and the sight of more blood, spattered on his lens. 

“I… I don’t…Oh my god.” He stammered. He truly couldn’t remember what happened. He knew he was at a crime scene with Jack and Bev, but that was as much as his mind could draw back up. 

“Will…” Hannibal grabbed Will’s shoulders, attempting to ground him as he continued to shake like a nervous dog. “Will?” 

Will’s eyes flicked up to Hannibals, pupils blown in panic. 

“Follow me.” Hannibal ordered Will, letting go of his shoulders and walking towards his master bathroom. Will summoned all the energy he could expel to move his feet, shoes still laced to his feet as he shuffled behind Hannibal. Hannibal opened the door to his grand bathroom, marble tiles leading up to a porcelain tub. Will followed him in as he turned the tap on, plugging the drain and allowing the hot water pouring in the tub to gather at the bottom. Hannibal opened a glass vial of bath salts that was sitting on the edge of the tub, pouring them in. He turned to Will, who watched him with vacant eyes and was gripping his own shoulders, attempting to stop the tremors. 

“Can I undress you?” Hannibal asked, approaching him. Normally, Will would be extremely uncomfortable with the situation and give a firm ‘no”, but he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment. He watched steam rise from the tub, dancing in the air behind Hannibal’s back, and wanted nothing more then to wash every crevice of his body until he couldn’t feel the painfully tacky blood on himself. Just the thought of it momentarily stopped the impulsive movements under skin, and that brief feeling of peace was enough for him to nod his head in permission. 

Hannibal kneeled down, pulling at the tight laces on Will’s shoes until they came undone, allowing him to pull them off entirely. He then gingerly unbuttoned Will’s flannel until he reached the bottom of the garment, then pulled at the edges back until it fell off, leaving him in a plain white fitted tee. He then took the bottom of the shirt and pulled it upward so that it dragged up Will’s chest and over his face, leaving him only in his pants and socks. Hannibal pulled Will’s belt out of the loop, removing it with a tug. When he reached for the top of Will’s pants, Will’s hand flung to his own, holding it there and preventing further efforts to undress him. Hannibal looked up to Will, who was nervously shaking his head. Hannibal nodded in silent understanding, walking past the other and facing the wall to let him finish on his own. After a few moments Will was sinking into the tub, allowing the silky water to pour over his form. The salts colored the liquid a soft white, offering Will some peace in being relatively covered. Some of his dignity was left, after all.

To Hannibal, though, there was no indignity in being nude. Many of his drawings included the nude form, and it was never something that was inherently sexual to him. Either way, he waited until the sloshing of the water died and turned around, observing Will as his eyes locked on the tap, watching the water pour out of the nozzle. He knelt down beside the tub, turning the tap off once the tub was about three quarters of the way full. Will’s gaze remained glued forward, his mind still racing. He was unconsciously trying to regain some sort of memory, though it was yielding no results. Hannibal pulled a washcloth out of a nearby cabinet and squeezed some ivory body wash out of a nearby pump attached to the wall, allowing it to sink into the spongy material before dipping it into the water. He began to lightly drag the cloth up the exposed skin of Will’s shoulder, causing the other to jump at the impact. His trance broke, and he watched as Hannibal slowly cleaned him. 

“Will, I want you to try to remember what happened.” Hannibal asked quietly, dipping the now bloodied cloth back into the water before dragging it over the stiff muscle of Will’s back. Will closed his eyes, attempting to activate his mind enough to recall the past four hours. 

“I didn’t… I was at a scene in Reston. I was there to consult the case. There was… a family.” Will recalled, eyes remaining closed while Hannibal rolled up his sleeves to dip his hand into the tub, cleaning Will’s chest. 

“Were they already dead?” Hannibal prodded, gently scrubbing the dried blood off Will’s collar. He shuddered at the closeness, squeezing his eyes shut harder. 

“Yes, they um… They were killed. Murdered. By…” Will paused, mentally probing for a photo, a name, anything. Hannibal waited patiently, finishing cleaning his torso. He reached for another pump, shampoo falling into his palm. Will opened his eyes, watching as Hannibal lathered the shampoo in his hands. 

“It was a man. Uh, Henry. His name is Henry.” Will recalled, Hannibal digging his fingers in Will’s scalp. He groaned at the touch, feeling the digits drag over his head in a way that made his back slide down a bit, melting into the tub. Hannibal cupped his hand and dipped it into the water, pouring the liquid over Will’s head as he washed the red-tinted suds out of Will’s hair. 

“Was Henry there? Did you shoot him?” Hannibal asked, now reaching for the conditioner. The hair wash smelled like a light musk with a hint of barley, and as Will physically relaxed, he felt his memory slowly come back to him. 

“I…” He hesitated, not wanting to confront the truth that had suddenly hit him. Hannibal halted, holding his hands over Will’s head, waiting for him to confess. 

“I did.” He whispered huskily, and Hannibal, unphased, dipped his fingers back into Will’s hair. He ran his fingers through the small curls, delicately rubbing the silky-smooth conditioner into his scalp. 

“I need to go… I have to go back. I need to go.” Will gripped the edges of the tub, attempting to push himself out. Hannibal looped his fingers tightly into Will’s hair, keeping him stationary. Will’s heart raced with panic, but when Hannibal continued his massaging, he felt himself torn between complete peace and complete anxiety. 

“There’s no use going into the unknown without clothes on and soapy hair. Let me finish and I’ll come with you.” Will hummed, feeling drops of water falling down his forehead as Hannibal washed the conditioner out. “Jack will understand whatever you have done, especially if I am there to help explain.” Will nodded at the sound logic, allowing the other to finish cleansing him of the blood. Hannibal took care of him, knowing that whatever Will had done, he was acting in his best and truest nature. Knowing he chose to come to his door for protection meant that he already had.

↳a/n: for getting my second to last final done and whipping out an academic essay, my special treat was to write and post two fics in the same day... my mind is a WEAPON!! hope everyone is staying warm and having a lovely day/night <3

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NSFW 18+

I absolutely adore fics with needy bottom Will Graham.

Will on his knees, practically begging Hannibal to touch him, to feel his hands on him, everywhere. Incoherently babbling as Hannibal very slowly traces his fingers over the stubbled man’s jaw, neck, shoulder, making his way down to his wrist, which sends a shiver down Will’s spine. All the while Will is trembling, eyes tight shut and waiting for Hannibal’s sweet touch right where he needs it.

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Can we, for a second, think about the fact that Hannibal dressed Will before he carried him home through the snow?

Will is naked when he's about to get the face surgery from Cordell. We see a scene of him in the operation chair where he's shirtless, lower body covered by a hospital blanket. Hannibal, who cut himself free from the ropes that were holding him captive on Muskrat farm, who then killed a large sum of Mason's staff including trained security and surgeons, saves him before Will's face gets removed. This all happens off-screen. The next scene is Hannibal carrying Will (bridal style) through the snow. In this scene Will is dressed, including a jacket for the cold and all that. Imagine Hannibal, the violent beast we saw when he killed Mason's men, blood probably still on his hands, finding Will there. Unconscious, and then dressing him. Dressing someone is a very intimate thing, especially someone unconscious. It requires care and gentleness. That, and knowing how to handle a body and loving someone enough to dress them while they don't need to be. He buttoned his buttons for him, tied his shoes, put him in a jacket to make sure he wouldn't get cold - I mean, Hannibal himself doesn't even wear a jacket in that scene. There's blood and wounds all over Hannibal's face, he's exhausted and probably the one in the most physical danger, yet he takes care of Will before he takes care of himself.

This hits even harder if you think about why they ended up in Muskrat farm in the first place. In Florence, Hannibal tried to 'eat' Will. He tried to split his head open with a bone saw. That intense violence, the grotesque and desperate nature of those actions makes a perfect and sharp contrast to him saving Will after outside forces try to take their lives, which is a heroically gentle and intimate action. He didn't have to dress him up like that, he didn't have to carry him that way, but he did. Hannibal fails to kill Will in Florence, and with that he fails his last attempt to get rid of his feelings for Will. Or at least, to make his feelings bearable. He thinks that he can control himself better when Will is dead, so he tries to kill him but he fails. Not because he's stopped, but simply because he can't do it. If Hannibal wanted him dead, Will would have been dead. Mason's men only interrupted his theatrics. They gave him a reason to put away the saw and act like it was purely their fault, but then Will is in danger at the farm and Hannibal does everything in his power to save him and get him home safe and well. At home he takes off his jacket, literally lays him in bed and tucks him in. He covers Will with a blanket, he tries to write mathematical formulas to reverse time and cleans his wounds. That's why Will's rejection when he wakes up is so tragic and hard to watch. It breaks Hannibal, unbreakable and inhuman Hannibal Lecter. It simply hurts him enough to break his heart. It breaks him enough to give up everything he ever lived for and surrender to the FBI, which he spent a lifetime running from. He does this because when he decided to save Will, he realised he would never get over the things he felt for him. In Hannibal's mind, the worst thing that can happen is never seeing Will again. He finally realised that, after everything, and that's why he surrenders to the FBI.

Hannibal honey, you don't want to eat his brain. You just wanted him to love you.

It's subtle details like this that always stick to me afterwards. It's just another thought I had and I felt like sharing.

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I’d love to get high with Will Graham. He’d probably confess that his favourite animal is an anteater and then cry about burdening you with this fact

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Goodness gracious I have just stumbled upon this fic by @sourweather and I’m literally kicking my feet and giggling. I can’t believe I haven’t read it already but I had to share because of the amount of notes I’m getting on that post, I wanted to give everyone else the opportunity to read this masterpiece. Literally kicking my feet and burying my face in my pillow rn

I love oblivious Will Graham. Hannibal always asking him over for dinner, seemingly for no reason, complimenting his clothes and hair every time. Hannibal asks Will to be his “plus one” to events and he agrees, wondering why Hannibal wouldn’t take a love interest with him. Confused by the fact that the older man booked a hotel room with only a double bed. Asking Will if he can come over to ‘walk the dogs’ which confuses Will as he knows Hannibal is not too fond of dogs.

He doesn’t realise that Hannibal just wants to be around him. Will just being totally clueless to all of the romantic gestures and obvious hints that Hannibal just wants to be near him. Yet Hannibal will never say “I love you” because the words cannot truly express how he feels for Will, love is not strong enough of a word. Words could never explain the feelings he has towards Will.