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Just posted chapter 2 💜✨
I have posted a new hannigram fic ahhh! More plotty than I’m used to so naturally I am wildly self-conscious and worried about it hooraaaayyy! Please be nice, love you x
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After the events of Mizumono (S2E13), Jack goes a little off the rails. In an effort to lure Hannibal back and save Will from himself, he kidnaps Will and fakes his death. His plan works, but not in the way he expects...
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“What do you…” Will starts, then trails off. He can see it already, forming in his mind. Knowing Jack as he does, this all feels suddenly like deja vu. Like he should have seen it coming… “Why are you doing this?”
Jack looks bemused by this question, “You know why.”
“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” Will says, darkly.
Jack considers this for a moment, and Will can see in his eyes the precise moment he considers turning around and leaving Will’s request in the dead air between them. But then, pride prevails. Superiority in the face of a junior, the urge to share a clever scheme clearly too tempting.
“Will Graham is dead. Complications at the hospital, injuries too complex, you were beyond saving. Just another victim of the Ripper. And when Lecter sees that you’re dead, that he played a part in your death, he’ll come back for you.”
“And why would he do that?” Will asks, but it comes out weak, “He’ll either… Sense that it’s a trap and ignore it, or he’ll be disinterested. He tried to kill me Jack, why would he return if he got what he wanted? He has no reason to… To care about me. About that.”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” Jack chides, and something in that statement makes Will’s stomach twist in on itself, his chest aching fiercely.
“You don’t know him—” like I do, Will almost finishes, but realises too late that statements like that aren’t going to help his case.
“I know that he will want to be sure. And I know as well as you do that he didn’t intend to kill you that night. Even if he senses a trap, he’ll consider himself too clever to be caught. He will come back for you. To claim you, one way or another.”
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Thank youuuu for the kudos, comments, cutie reblogs etc etc 🥹 I love you guys xx chapter two SOON!
I have posted a new hannigram fic ahhh! More plotty than I’m used to so naturally I am wildly self-conscious and worried about it hooraaaayyy! Please be nice, love you x
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After the events of Mizumono (S2E13), Jack goes a little off the rails. In an effort to lure Hannibal back and save Will from himself, he kidnaps Will and fakes his death. His plan works, but not in the way he expects...
PREVIEW:
“What do you…” Will starts, then trails off. He can see it already, forming in his mind. Knowing Jack as he does, this all feels suddenly like deja vu. Like he should have seen it coming… “Why are you doing this?”
Jack looks bemused by this question, “You know why.”
“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” Will says, darkly.
Jack considers this for a moment, and Will can see in his eyes the precise moment he considers turning around and leaving Will’s request in the dead air between them. But then, pride prevails. Superiority in the face of a junior, the urge to share a clever scheme clearly too tempting.
“Will Graham is dead. Complications at the hospital, injuries too complex, you were beyond saving. Just another victim of the Ripper. And when Lecter sees that you’re dead, that he played a part in your death, he’ll come back for you.”
“And why would he do that?” Will asks, but it comes out weak, “He’ll either… Sense that it’s a trap and ignore it, or he’ll be disinterested. He tried to kill me Jack, why would he return if he got what he wanted? He has no reason to… To care about me. About that.”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” Jack chides, and something in that statement makes Will’s stomach twist in on itself, his chest aching fiercely.
“You don’t know him—” like I do, Will almost finishes, but realises too late that statements like that aren’t going to help his case.
“I know that he will want to be sure. And I know as well as you do that he didn’t intend to kill you that night. Even if he senses a trap, he’ll consider himself too clever to be caught. He will come back for you. To claim you, one way or another.”
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I have posted a new hannigram fic ahhh! More plotty than I’m used to so naturally I am wildly self-conscious and worried about it hooraaaayyy! Please be nice, love you x
Means to an end
After the events of Mizumono (S2E13), Jack goes a little off the rails. In an effort to lure Hannibal back and save Will from himself, he kidnaps Will and fakes his death. His plan works, but not in the way he expects...
PREVIEW:
“What do you…” Will starts, then trails off. He can see it already, forming in his mind. Knowing Jack as he does, this all feels suddenly like deja vu. Like he should have seen it coming… “Why are you doing this?”
Jack looks bemused by this question, “You know why.”
“I want you to tell me. I want to hear you say it,” Will says, darkly.
Jack considers this for a moment, and Will can see in his eyes the precise moment he considers turning around and leaving Will’s request in the dead air between them. But then, pride prevails. Superiority in the face of a junior, the urge to share a clever scheme clearly too tempting.
“Will Graham is dead. Complications at the hospital, injuries too complex, you were beyond saving. Just another victim of the Ripper. And when Lecter sees that you’re dead, that he played a part in your death, he’ll come back for you.”
“And why would he do that?” Will asks, but it comes out weak, “He’ll either… Sense that it’s a trap and ignore it, or he’ll be disinterested. He tried to kill me Jack, why would he return if he got what he wanted? He has no reason to… To care about me. About that.”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do,” Jack chides, and something in that statement makes Will’s stomach twist in on itself, his chest aching fiercely.
“You don’t know him—” like I do, Will almost finishes, but realises too late that statements like that aren’t going to help his case.
“I know that he will want to be sure. And I know as well as you do that he didn’t intend to kill you that night. Even if he senses a trap, he’ll consider himself too clever to be caught. He will come back for you. To claim you, one way or another.”
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love this scene. Will takes a drag from the mug like he is unfamiliar with beverages that aren't whiskey &whole time this guy is watching him the way a cartoon poacher looks at an endangered species through binoculars
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Hi hi I’m new to the succession fandom (late pass I know) but I just wanted to pop in and let you know that your Tomgreg fics are so, SO good. Thank you for your service. Hope to see more from you if the inspiration strikes!!!
Oh you’re so so sweet, THANK YOU very much! And welcome!! I am genuinely overjoyed that new tomgregs are being born every day and my silly lil fics are there to greet them :3
I’m so glad you have enjoyed them, and who knows, maybe my TG brainrot will come back around in the future and I will post a surprise tomgreg fic for funsies xx
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hello pastelwell <3 will we get more fics in 2025? I would read an entire pastel novel just fwiw
You know what it is lowkey my goal to complete a pastel novel in 2025. The main thing I struggle with w OC is coming up with authentic characters, it’s so much easier borrowing existing ones and plonking them into a Situation, but recently I came up with an idea and some characters and I am just obsessed with it, haven’t stopped thinking about it, so… I rly want to try and do it. I WILL PROB FAIL, I’ve been trying to do this for years haha, but I’ll try my best around my silly lil fic projects.
SPEAKING OF FIC I am finishing something now that I hope to start posting in the next couple of weeks! And my bestie inspired a new idea literally yesterday that I’d like to work on next… I always have something on the go, I have literally like 50 half finished projects and drabbles, really need to start finishing things this year! I get rly anxious about posting sometimes. Not sure when that started bc I used to post tomgreg like a machine, but I WAS unemployed during the first half of my tomgreg era. Now I am a responsible working grown up and have less time :(
These rambles I keep going on totally unprompted omg sorry love you xx
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hi laura! I just wanted to say happy new year and thank you for your fics, I read and reread them, I talk about them with my friends, I really just love everything you write. I read your hannibal fics without even watching the show bc I love your writing so much and now that I’m watching it can’t believe just how perfectly you nail their voices. though I shouldn’t be surprised, your tomgreg was sublime in that way too. Hope you’re doing well!
🥹 oh my gosh this is crazyyyy /POS! /POS!!! What a huge compliment! WHAT DID U THINK. I rewatched recently and it made me genuinely insane, I always forget how explicitly homoerotic it is, like they really went there… they really made them in love… FASCINATING. Like, truly I am obsessed w toxic complex awful intense love and Hannibal has it in spades and spades and spades. What a joy. Suits the way I like to write so well, u know I’m weak for deeply intense romance…
Anyway! THANK YOU, I always get compliments on my characterisation, I should start taking them to heart more bc it’s like… the main thing I strive to get right, I feel like that’s what makes writing fun. So I’m glad I get it right sometimes :3
I still think about tomgreg a lot btw, especially recently, I’ve been having PANGS. Tom Wambsgans will always be my beloved xxx
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ive been such a mega pastelwell fan for the longest time and i need you to know that hinterland is just the most exquisite fic of all time, just the most perfect post-fall fic… the world you have built is so cozy and intense i want to live there, thank you for sharing it with us!!
Oh thank you so much! Honestly I get soooo happy when people love hinterland, I never reread a fic I’ve written after I’ve posted it bc I get all weird and anxious that I might spot a glaring error, but I’ve been dipping my toe and rereading it a bit lately and I am so proud of it actually, the dialogue is pretty ok isn’t it :3
Did I tell you guys I made a Pinterest board for it?? I probably did I can’t remember, but I was so immersed I couldn’t help it lmao it just makes me feel cosy and comfy too thinking about it. This is it if you’re interested.
Thank you for reading and SO SORRY for the huge delay in answering, it’s been months. I love love love loooveee getting messages and comments but have no idea how to respond to praise in a sufficiently grateful manner so I overthink it and procrastinate responding! But pls don’t ever stop messaging me! I LOVE U THANK U xxx
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hinterland literally changed my life, every chapter took my breath away, it’s like reading season 4, I’ve never read a fic with such amazing characterization, I’ll think about it forever, thank you
This is so nice, thank YOU so so sooo much… I have been thinking lately that Hinterland is probably the best thing I’ve ever written and I may never write something that good ever again, truly the muses spoke through me for that fic, i hope they come back for future ones 🙏🏻
(have been neglecting my asks so sorry in advance for the spam)
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‼️ New fic alert! ‼️
The long road home
This was such an indulgence, and it all started earlier this year w a pic of Mads where it looked like he ran a bar. Somehow I took that and invented an entire AU where Hannibal owns a bar that Will frequents bc he is dependent on alcohol to avoid the complexity of emotions. Totally normal thing to do…!
35k words later and here it is. I never intended to post it, it was just a silly lil project I was sharing with friends, but it felt a bit wasteful keeping it to myself! Hopefully it finds its audience :)
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It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt in his life, but not in the way he expects. It’s a shock, first and foremost, but he’s more surprised by how numb he feels, from head to toe, a blanket of emptiness that settles on his shoulders and begins to slowly drown him.
The death of Will’s father came suddenly and unexpectedly. After eight years of almost no contact, Will hadn’t expected to feel anything at all, and in a way he was right. But in another way he was completely wrong. He doesn’t feel nothing, what he feels is the absence of something, and it looms over him constantly like a heavy, unshakeable shadow, always present but never fully seen. There’s a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat that won’t go away. He feels restless and incomplete. He feels the permanent burgeoning of something, like he’s on the brink of an abyss, and it scares him to death.
His initial response is diversion. Something that will distract him from the feeling and push it far, far away, so that he doesn’t have to deal with it. He tells himself it’s a temporary fix until he’s ready to feel whatever he needs to feel, even though he doesn’t really understand why he feels anything at all. His father was distant, aloof and often cold. They rarely saw eye to eye, and Will has hardly thought about him in the years that have passed since they last saw each other. Until now. Now he’ll never see or speak to him again.
Drinking works, for a time. One glass before bed to turn off his thoughts turns into a glass with dinner to make the evening pass by in a haze instead of a hardship, but it only continues to escalate. He finds himself craving the indistinctness in his head, the escape and the sanctuary that alcohol provides him, and quickly his temporary fix becomes a longer-term solution. A habit he can always rely on to fade every incomprehensible thing that he’s feeling down to nothing at all.
Will has never considered himself avoidant, but if he stopped to think about it he would probably realise that evading the intensity of his emotions has been a game in his life that he has long been the champion of. It feels, to him, that this new and unfamiliar emotional response requires a new and unfamiliar battle plan, and eventually, rather than considering himself an alcoholic, he considers himself a person who is simply existing the best way he can in a world filled with unpredictable horrors.
His father left him his house — the house Will grew up in, the house he left when he turned sixteen. He didn’t go far, he never could convince himself to leave more than a few towns away, but returning feels like visiting another planet, another lifetime. Seeing it again, empty and hollow, is eery and discomforting, but despite how he feels, Will finds the idea of selling it to a stranger almost unbearable.
The plan had been to come here, make arrangements and leave, but on his first day Will notices a leaking drain, then a hole in the fascia, and before he knows it he’s chopping wood out back like he did when he was a kid. Hours and hours lost to it until the store is overflowing. A house in the forest, secluded and solitary, but still close enough that he can drive into work. It should be a sanctuary, but there’s a part of Will that still feels grief sticking in his throat every time he stumbles across another memory in the attic.
He begins to inadvertently collect strays. They have a habit of finding the house, or finding Will. He realises that people often dump their unwanted pets on the edge of the forest, his forest, as if they know a man in need of a project to nurture lies in wait. He takes each and every one in, trains them diligently, walks them as a pack well into the night. The routine helps at first, but every time Will returns to his bottle of whisky and his endless, inescapable thoughts.
Eventually, Will realises the dogs and the alcohol in the quiet of his new home aren’t enough, and he finds himself trudging through the snow to a bar he’s passed several times but never once ventured inside of. Just to be somewhere new, just to feel something different.
That’s how he meets Hannibal.
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#hannigram#Hannibal#Hannibal Lecter#Will Graham#alcohol dependence#recovery#idk how to tag anything ever !
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me whenever I watch Tempo (2003), the most diabolical movie ever made
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I wrote a fic that answers the essential question: what would Will Graham do if he witnessed Hannibal in this position...?
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Rating: E
Will’s mouth is already watering, but he swallows it and affects an impassive expression. He’s still almost awed by the fact that when he asked for this, Hannibal said yes, almost immediately, without protest or query. He just looked into Will’s eyes and said yes. He isn’t exactly sure what made him want this so badly, but there’s a certain appeal to seeing Hannibal vulnerable, completely at the mercy of someone other than his own self. He’s been thinking about it ever since Hannibal first brought it up.
He doesn’t have a plan of action, as such, he’s just going to let his desire guide him, and when he steps back and drinks in the sight of Hannibal, practically crucified with the noose around his neck, his desire almost chokes him. A sensation he’s intimately familiar with snakes around his pelvis and up the inside of his thighs. Just the sight of Hannibal like this turns him on as he exhales a shaky breath.
“Is this how you imagined it, Will?” Hannibal asks him, his voice already tight from the noose.
They lock eyes, and Will licks his lips as he grinds the heel of his palm down over the hardness concealed within his jeans.
“Yes,” he says quietly, doing it again as he drops his gaze and watches Hannibal’s thighs twitch under the effort to balance. His eyes wander higher, gratified to learn that Hannibal is getting hard. He wonders if it’s driven by his vulnerable position or the sight of Will’s physical reaction to it. It could be neither or both.
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Hiiii ✨
Hinterland is now complete 🦊🌲 I can’t even believe it’s all over! Thank you to everyone who has read it and enjoyed it and left me a gorgeous comment. I’m so grateful 💜 now I have to decide what to write next!
You can read Chapter 6 here :)
If you haven’t read it yet, but would like to, here is the link from the beginning and here is a random preview:
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“Are you familiar with the concept of original sin?” Hannibal says softly behind him, and Will wants to laugh. He had known as soon as he’d brought it up that Hannibal would latch onto this random little thought and try to exploit it for his own gratification. Will is fully aware that he’s been manipulated, toyed with, coerced, but for some reason he doesn’t seem to care.
“Familiar enough,” Will says, eyes slowly opening again. He calmly searches for landmarks in the room to ground him. Paperweights, books, fountain pens, armchairs, building a list to occupy his mind.
“Were you taught about it in school?”
“I can’t recall.”
“Perhaps your father attended a church—“
“What point are you attempting to make…”
He can’t see it or hear it, but somehow he can feel Hannibal’s smile, the one that he wears when Will isn’t looking.
“It is the belief that humans inherit a tainted nature from birth. We are predisposed to sin because we are born sinners.”
Will licks his lips. His skin feels tight and hot. He realises that at some point he titled his head, no more than a fraction, but enough to draw Hannibal in. His nose is close to the shell of his ear now, tracing it gently. He can’t be any more than a centimetre away from pressing his chest against Will’s spine — he can feel the heat of him through his clothes.
“Inheritance does not condemn,” Will says, “There‘s always room for resistance. Even redemption. Or so I was told.”
“Resistance or abstinence?” Hannibal asks, dripping with intent.
“Resistance through abstinence,” Will says, clenching his jaw when Hannibal drifts in closer and closes the gap between them, hands gently resting on Will’s hips.
“Priests and theologians have often equated original sin with concupiscence. Hurtful desire. An ardent longing. The tendency of humanity to misuse the natural survival needs of the physical body.”
“Nothing is inevitable,” Will says weakly as his eyes close again.
“Everything is inevitable,” Hannibal counters, his voice close and tempting as Will turns his head, not much, but enough for Hannibal’s mouth to find the shelf of his cheek, “Everything.”
#hannigram#Will Graham#Hannibal Lecter#Hannibal#64k words y’all#my longest fic#and it’s slow burn!#didn’t know she had it in her :’3
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ive worked on this for FAR too long but it was truly a labor of love. huge shoutout to @silversteampunk for designing the frames for this!
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you should be able to call into work if you get a story idea. like i’m really sorry i can’t come in today im going to need 72 hours off to cope with my visions of This Guy
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Hiii : ) My hannigram fic Begin to Blur has been translated into Spanish, yaaay. I've now added the link to AO3.
Enjoy, and thank you to CelestialNights5 on AO3 for translating it.
Te amo x
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Chapter fourrrr of Hinterland is up now if you’re reading it ^_^ get it while you can, AO3 is down tomorrow.
Here’s a lil preview:
Hannibal tilts his head as he absorbs this confession. It isn’t the one he was hoping for, or the one he expected, but regardless it fills him with a deep sense of satisfaction. He wets his lips as the idea of it starts to take shape in his head, bolstered by memories of Will joining him in the fight as they took down the dragon. He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. He still has hold of Will’s wrists between them, and he elects not to let go until Will pulls away. He’s already piecing together Will’s thought process, how he got here and what he thinks it means.
“It’s been… Polluting my mind,” Will says quietly, staring urgently into Hannibal’s eyes. They look so blue in this moment, heightened by a new kind of fear. A fear of himself. “I think about it often. What we did together. It’s like a disease inside my head.”
Hannibal traces his thumb over the veins in Will’s wrist, affecting an aura of compassionate understanding that he hopes masks how urgently he wants him amidst this violent confession.
“Do you miss that kind of power?” Hannibal asks, eyes falling to Will’s lips, watching the way they part just a little wider as he takes in air. He imagines stealing his breath away and keeping it for his own, ending this conversation with a kiss, showing Will what he could have if only he admitted to himself that he wanted it.
“Yes,” Will whispers, “I… I want to do it again… I want us to do it again.”
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HINTERLAND CHAPTER 4 WHENNNNN I love it so much I love YOU so much thank you for your service
THIS WEEKEND BABEEEEE :3 I have basically finished this fic now, im abt 3-5k off finishing the final chapter ahhhh.
And I already know what I want to write next, the grind literally never stops when you’re hyperfixated I guesss…
I love you too xx
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