#bedelia gives me the chills

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This is such a good question and I have so many feelings about it so I’m gonna over analyze and ramble.

Ok, so, Hannibal. I mean clearly he’s got shit going on and obviously PTSD maybe CPTSD but he is very good at being in control of himself. Even when he gives up control he is choosing to do that. And while he is a very skilled manipulator his achievements in life have been earned honestly (at least mostly). Like he’s genuinely a very smart, very talented man. While he appreciates admiration and validation, he doesn’t need it. Unlike a grandiose narcissist, he doesn’t need a constant supply of validation in order to function. He is self aggrandizing and compares himself to god, but if you had done what he had and gotten away with all those crimes, wouldn’t you also start to think that maybe you’re comparable to god? He doesn’t strike me as a narcissist despite his appreciation for recognition and his sense of self (to the contrary of Freddie Lounds, I don’t think all psychopaths are narcissists, although Hannibal does love to read about himself).

Will feels like the obvious choice but I disagree. He is clearly autistic, but that doesn’t inherently mean “unwell.” He has plenty of unresolved issues and repression, and definitely alexithymia. But most of his “unwell-ness” was a combination of encephalitis and Hannibal’s manipulation. After he got treatment he did continue to have hallucinations (psychotic coded girlie we love to see it) but that’s when the tables turned and he was able to take more control. By TWOTL he knows what he wants and he’s embraced it. That’s much closer to Hannibal’s pathology than his own pathology in S1. Will is definitely the most unwell character during the whole encephalitis situation, but after that idk if I’d say he’s entirely unwell. And if he is he’s not the most unwell. Strong contender though.

Bedelia holy shit. She is SCARY. Both Hannibal and Bedelia are psychopaths, but Bedelia has such disdain for human emotion. She can feel rage, worry (for herself), curiosity, jealousy, pride, and satisfaction and that’s it. She is so upset with Hannibal when he develops feelings for Will because she is disgusted by those feelings. She is disappointed that her subject of study has succumbed to such an, in her mind, inferior experience (love). She drops him as a patient not because of his actual danger, but because experiencing normal human emotions leaves Hannibal vulnerable, which is dangerous to both of their reputations and careers. If Hannibal is a master manipulator (he is) Bedelia is even one step above him. Hannibal clearly has qualities of a human being, Bedelia is entirely other. Whether or not that means she is “unwell” I can’t say, but of all the characters she is the furthest from a normal person. Absolutely chilling and I adore her for it.

Mason. What even to say? He is at least the most evil if not the most unwell. Complete and extreme sadism, incest, SA in general but also of children, animal torture, super rich with political influence, I mean holy shit. He is irredeemable and untreatable. There is no solving his problems.

Alana is a little annoying in the way she is naïve and belligerent when she’s with Hannibal, but extremely vindictive when she finally understands what he is (which took her seeing him trying to kill Jack for her to believe). But she doesn’t seem particularly unwell to me. Her boundaries are inconsistent, she has healthy boundaries that she maintains with Will, Jack, and Abigail, but not with Hannibal. I mean she was obviously susceptible to his manipulation but cmon, she lectures on psychological profiles at Quantico, she’s brilliant and an expert, shouldn’t she be more able to spot manipulation than the average person? She is, but she doesn’t let herself. She says to Mason “you either amuse him or you don’t. I think I amused him” or something along those lines and what a frustrating statement. She didn’t amuse him, she was used by him. He used her as an alibi, he was not entertained by her, only entertained by his ability to manipulate her. She didn’t amuse him, he was amused with his ability to use her, and even when she’s hunting him down she still doesn’t understand that. That’s my interpretation anyway. But not the most unwell.

Margot is a good candidate for the most traumatized character in the show. I don’t need to explain that, like holy shit it takes some serious guts to survive what she went through and still somehow keep your psyche intact. She has severe trauma but a hell of a lot of grit. Maybe the most traumatized, but not the most unwell.

Francis’s story is so sad. Especially after reading the book it’s clear he has severe trauma and likely a dissociative disorder, maybe a dissociative identity disorder (which would make sense with his continued childhood trauma), and definitely delusions and psychosis. What’s so sad about him is that he is a great candidate for treatment!! Dissociative disorders are often manageable with the right therapy, support, and potentially medication. And he was able to live a pretty normal life even without treatment (I mean, the murders are horrible and obviously not “normal life” but what I mean is he could hold a job, serve in the military aka make it past their screenings, and maintain some relationships). And he was trying to stop the killing. He didn’t want to hurt Reba, he wanted to be in control, that’s why he ate the painting. He was trying desperately to change, I think he might have responded well to quality treatment.

Freddie is not unwell. At first she’s a pest, but when she learns how to play the game her character becomes more admirable. She’s very smart and also a talented manipulator. I don’t think she’s a psychopath though. You don’t have to be a psychopath to be a good manipulator.

Abigail is clearly traumatized, and she also has potential to be a skilled manipulator. Hannibal and Freddie both see this in her and want to encourage it, but for different reasons. She is unwell, but she has potential to go in many different directions (well, she did).

I would argue Chilton, Gideon, and Franklyn should be contenders as well. Chilton is a complete fool, and he is not aware of his narcissism enough to prevent it from backfiring. Poor Gideon had his mind turned to mush by Chilton, he might be one of the most unwell. I mean he completely lost his identity to the point where he was pushed to commit a crime in imitation of someone he was not. That’s pretty damn unwell. Franklyn is a bumbling mess, and if he wasn’t drawn to psychopaths he would be much better off. He I was very unwell and it’s sad. Hate to see the loss of a cheesefolk. Speaking of Franklyn, Tobias is probably also a psychopath. We didn’t get to see much of his character though.

All that to say:

Bedelia is the furthest from human

Mason is the most hopeless in his unwell-ness (and the most evil)

Will grabbed his unwell-ness by the throat and made it his bitch

Gideon’s unwell-ness was the most severe considering the fact that it was preventable (I consider all his crimes aside from the murder of his wife the fault of Chilton). Like, Mason’s state was not preventable, that’s who he is, but Gideon did not have to face the fate he did, that was completely avoidable. For his trouble he lost his mind, his limbs, and his life.

And that’s not even touching on all the side serial killers we got to see in this show. Like Peter’s social worker? Holy shit is he fucked up. And Peter himself is definitely unwell (but so incredibly lovable). Elliot Buddish?? Dude was the definition of unwell. And he’s the reason Jack realized Bella had cancer, and both of them are unwell too!! (But not top contenders). Anyway my takeaway is that everyone in this show is unwell.

[k-s-morgan]

hii, i hope you are having a very nice day, let me ask you something that turns my head, as you know, will and hannibal died, that's what i think, (i will probably write you to see what you think about that, a supposed fourth season and other things, i quite like your thoughts about hannibal) well, the question is, why does will hug hannibal to take him with him to the void? just, why? i understand that they couldn't live together but they couldn't live apart either, but, there was no other solution? they always wanted to escape together and there they were, and then they fall, hannibal leaves them

Hello! Sorry for getting to this just now. I’m trying to incorporate older, pre-war questions with new ones to cover more - there are so many interesting asks from different periods.

The ending with Bedelia strongly implies that Will and Hannibal are alive. Will threatens her with being eaten and she is in the end. The table is set for three, her leg is prepared in Hannibal's style, and she's hiding a fork to fight back. There is also a symbolical meaning: Hannibal ate Gideon like this, who he saw as imposter. Now he gives Will a chance to do the same. They also fall under the music "Love Crime", with the words "I will survive, live and thrive." S3 wasn't supposed to be the ending, and Bryan & others confirmed that Will and Hannibal lived many times. Here are my favorite ones:

Bryan: "The false interpretation is she cut her leg which is a crazier version of Bedelia than I understand. Of course the intention is they survived and there are three place settings."

Hugh, answering the question what is happening to Will and Hannibal now: "Let's just say they're on a beach somewhere. [Interviewer] Just chilling on a beach? [Dancy] Yeah, just chilling on a beach. Drinking something out of a coconut. Or a skull."

Mads: “Hannibal and Will are now married, have dogs which [Hannibal] calls “the ugly carpets” of the relationship, and live in seclusion for 4 years before hunting together.”

So they did escape together, and I firmly believe everything is going to be fine for them. They survived the worst conflicts: betrayal, death of a child, leaving each other for another person, breaking up for years, trying to kill one another. If they survived this, they can survive anything.

As for why Will pulled Hannibal down with him, I love what Bryan had to say about this here:

Bryan: "I think one of the reasons it seemed so organic for Will to go over the cliff with Hannibal at the end was that, in his mind, as he understood the universe in his world, he had peaked. It’s also stopping a monster and stopping himself from becoming a monster, but I think part of him was thinking, “That was beautiful. I don’t think I can do that again and feel as high as I do now.” Everything overwhelmed him and he went over that cliff because there was an apex to his experience, in a way that was poetic and dramatic. ... The kind of suicide where somebody jumps off a bridge, part of them hopes they survive and part of them wants to be over. I think a lot of people are hoping for some percentage of survival that may change them because they’re looking for change within themselves. So, I think there was some bit of that. For the ending with Gillian [Anderson], there are two place settings for a reason."

I think Will chose to be with Hannibal for good after his Becoming, whether in life or death, and he gave the fate the last chance to stop them. They lived, so now Will is free to enjoy his freedom fully, with nothing dragging him back. 

[hanniba1]

things from hannibal that live rent free in my brain:

the scene with will sitting alone in hanni’s kitchen

the single tear that hannibal shed when he was leaning over will

mads choosing to carry hugh bridal style despite the script

price talking about bee ejaculate

the look of pure adoration on hannibal’s face after will bites a chunk out of cordell’s cheek

“i already did”

hannibal: [stabs man in the temple] “...... that may have been impuslive”

that will sailed across the fucking atlantic when he could have just flew but SaiLiNG iS mOrE DraMAtiC

jack beating the shit out of hannibal

when will begs “please don’t lie to me”, literally breaks my fucking Heart

“you called us murder husbands” “you did run off to europe together”

the eroticism in the way will eats the ortolan

The Hand Binding Scene

the way hannibal playfully replies “in the pantry” GIVES ME FUCKING CHILLS

will admitting to jack that he wanted to run away with hannibal and jack being 👁👄👁

“the intimacy is striking”

will sipping wine while hannibal bleeds out

chilton���s face when he picks up that little bird leg thing at hannibal’s dinner party

francis fucking YEETING will into the elevator wall

alana and will’s jealous banter while hannibal just sits there like 😐

bedelia summing will up in five words: “righteous, reckless, twichy little man”

that hannibal helped alana and margot milk mason with a cattle prod

will: “with my hands” hannibal: 😳🥵🤤🥴

basically the entirety of mizumono and the wrath of the lamb are imprinted on my brain

i could go on for years until i end up listing basically every shot of the show and this is already too long

[mijlen]

Top Ten Bitchy Will Graham Moments, In Ascending Order of How Obviously he was Feeling Himself at the Time

I'm bored, so here's another top ten list.

10. This space reserved for all of Will's Face Journeys 

These moments may lack specific scene context when lumped all together, but let's all appreciate that no matter how much of a baddie he was at the time, Will's face always betrayed whatever cool of impartiality he was attempting to keep.  

9. Will Backsasses Jack

Listen, he was going through it in Season One. He can be forgiven for this outburst. Will may not have been in his right mind, but his wrong mind picked the worst possible moment to let loose a deluge of Will Graham Bitch Juice™. My headcanon is that Jack forgave him later and they went to get Baskin Robbins. 

8. Will Being a Bad Teacher, a.k.a. "Can you find the clue? There isn't one."

This was tepid and petty. It's amateur hour, considering what we know Will is capable of. A few students no doubt muttered "why the fuck'd you ask then" under their breath and rolled their eyes, as we all did, but that's it. Besides, our man is still wearing a tweed jacket over a plaid shirt and that's unfortunately severely impeding his bitch potential. He does look cute, though.

7. The Amuse-Bouche Therapy Session

Okay, first of all, Will's known Hannibal for like three days and already he's just slinking around his entire office like he owns the place. He's already up in the bookshelves because he likes to be tall. They get dangerously close to sharing a moment over Abigail until Will goes full-on Spongebob meme. "How does that make you feel?" "hOw DoEs ThAt MaKe YoU fEeL?" Like, Will, I get it. But at the same time chill out, have a seat, and take off your L.L. Bean Travel Jacket in Stone Grey, size Small. Also, his bangs look hideous here and he knows it. 

6. "The hot darkness of Hannibal Lecter's mind," which is also the title of Will's erotic friend fiction

Will is absolutely vicious to Bedelia's face in Florence. Even between the eloquent scripted words you can practically hear the implicit "give me a fucking break.” Even the script notes themselves are unsubtle to this end. This is, however, a moment in which Will is feeling depths of insecurity that forbid a higher ranking. Upon roasting Bedelia a little (no cannibal pun intended - that comes much later in the narrative) he just fucking peaces out to go confront Hannibal and be like "UM EXCUS EME??? I showed you my forgiveness please respond."

5. "The Happy Anticipation of Being Able to Feel Contempt" or some shit.

In "Futamono,” Will is reaching unforeseen levels of sassiness, having just sent a boy to kill Hannibal and also having just figured out the Cannibal Thing. “Do you know why? I know why.” Somehow he's absolutely serving there in his Rage Cage, coming across as just unhinged enough that this moment doesn't rank higher. 

4. "If he does end up eating you, Bedelia, you'd have it coming." 

I'm sorry, but bitch, where? My girl survived, she is getting her bag, and her hair looks absolutely flawless. The only way you could come for her while she's sitting there looking like that is while you are Will Graham in full Season 3 Snack Mode. He is unfazed here. Nothing is above him. And yet somehow he has not even begun to peak.

3. Will @ Freddie: "You didn't die enough." 

I'm convinced that most of Will's lines from scenes in this list become 1000% more in character when spoken like the villain girl in a DCOM, and this is one of them. I have a feeling that Freddie knew she'd be in for an even more vicious and well-deserved attack if she didn't essentially throw in a "your meat is huge" to appease Will, which she did, so good on her for navigating it well. 

2. Tattlecrime presents Frederick Chilton (Will Graham Remix) 

There's a lot to be said for the fact that, compared to Jack, Chilton, and Freddie, Will is absolutely the Worst Dressed in this room, and yet he still proceeds to roast the Dragon within an inch of his life no cap. The implication of this scene being that Will could do the same to anyone, at any time, brings me no shortage of glee. Will “oompa loompa body ass bitch” Graham is my favorite. 

1. "Meat's back on the menu."

If Hannibal weren't a comedy, I'd take more issue with Will making me think of Lord of Rings here. Throughout this entire scene, though, he is absolutely dripping with side hoe energy that has reached an inflection point, and more or less announces "guess who's about to bounce to that dick? Extreme acts of popping this pussy require a high degree of empathy." Meat's back on the menu for SOMEONE, all right.

[lambentrevelations]

Hi!

This got me thinking about another AU possibility! 🙂

The idea of Abigail and Bedelia meeting is so fascinating! There is so much to unpack and explore there.

Very hard to pull off in a canon-compliant way, though; there are so many things to factor in.

I'm rotating the timeline in my mind, and I think you would either have to have Bedelia be already aware of Hannibal's exact nature and more willing to stay and play along, or move the timeline around. Past 1x12 Abigail is a walking evidence he is a serial killer (he admitted it to her in plain speech in the Hobbs kitchen), so he would have to be on very very firm ground with Bedelia to trust her with a person who can disclose all that he is; and besides, Bedelia can deduce all of his patterns from comparing her own and Abigail situations even if everyone stays silent. And even if Bedelia is okay with that at that point, there has to be some real incentive to get involved in his obviously highly risky games.

If she stays, cliffside meeting is also not very likely to happen? Up until mid s2, he stores Miriam there. And Bedelia seeing Miriam is definitely not giving him score points XD That is even more high risk bullshit that he shouldn't be doing and she doesn't want to be involved in.

Abigail staying there is 50/50 - it's a risk if Miriam remembers her face and voice, and a risk Abigail might do something unexpected like setting her free. But it can also be written off as Chilton abducting Abigail before killing her off, so plausible deniability. And she could be roped into helping with management.

Maybe if he switches them around, and Miriam get to stay at his basement while Abigail gets the cliffhouse.

Bedannibal sexytimes would also have to factor in Miriam chilling there for about 2 years before canon events xd

So yes, going from the TWoTL quote about the bluff eroding ('i was here with Miriam [...] and later with Abigail'), I'd posit Abigail stayed at his place before midpoint s2, when Miriam was set free.

So i would imagine Bedelia would hide her elsewhere on her own grounds, yes.

And going back to the Beverly point - but what if Abigail being in the basement was intentional? Less him being sloppy, more him using her as bait and assistance, the same aay he deployed her in Mizumono. No one was supposed to find the basement, but if they did, there she was, to see them, slip away and warn him (the basement was supposed to be accessible through sewers or some other second entrance). Or to help him get them, both sith shock factor and the guise of victim that would allow her to get in close (just like with Alana). After all, she was already allied with him, and sufficiently afraid they were coming after her as well; and even more guilty after helping frame Will - easy enough to influence. And he didn't clean up the basement (meat hooks and everything), so that was actually a risk. I'd say she could stay up while he was at home, and down at the basement while he wasn't, or was working there too.

(i do think he moved her in s2b; cliffside house now empty + Will is out of prison and frequenting his home, often unannounced+ affair with Alana who gets to stay in)

But back to AU - but what if Bedelia canonically got out of town ...with Abigail in tow?

If she deemed the situation too risky for herself, but possesed that sense of obligation for Hannibal's patients she extended Will by that prison visit, she might be inclined to extend it to Abigail as well, and remove her from the situation too.

I just think it would be fascinating to see them explore their shared circumstances and their conflicting attitude towards Hannibal; both of them wanting to get away from under direct influence, yet ultimately drawn towards him still.

Also Abigail could reveal to Bedelia a lot of Hannibal's sides she has not yet seen - his domestic side, for example. I think Abigail as a source of that information, a witness from behind the veil, would be a fascinating opportunity for her.

And it might be actually therapeutic for both of them to work through their caged-birds-who-escaped persuasion-not-coercion narratives and go back (or not) on their own terms!

/meanwhile Hannibal is panicking in the background because his star teacup just grew legs and spirited itself away xd/

Maybe if Hannibal involved Bedelia in Abigail's treatment in mid-s1? Given that she was so tired of Alana and Port Haven group therapies, and obviously not benefitting from either.

And then Abigail could come to her after the whole Minnesota disaster. She knows Bedelia is not likely to run to the FBI, she has kept secrets before. And Bedelia would see it and be "okay, this has gotten way out of hand, off we go".

I'd love to see their interactions and discussions on forms of love and cannibalism, the alchemy of half-truths, survival, and the rest of it.

Plus they can tag-team on Hannibal - don't remember whether it's Kacey or not, but someone from the cast/crew said that if Abigail survived, she would become a vegetarian chef; quite alongside Bedelia's "nothing with a central nervous system" position on Hannibal's cooking XD

Hannibal has not returned home yet when Beverly Katz searches his home, but that doesn’t mean the house is empty. Beverly finds the suspect meat in the fridge, but she finds much more: she finds Abigail Hobbs, alive.

That would have been a biggest slip up for our cannibal boi. He is so meticulous about his murdering and messing with FBI activities. You know he knew they would get into his house (unofficially) so he was prepared for Beverly to be there. If he wasn’t, well, there is no way he could have gotten out of this one. A person who is presumed dead and her supposed killer is behind bars has been stashed in Dr Lecter’s house all this time. Even if Abigail doesn’t give him away, that would put him in the spotlight and as number one suspect right away. Will would be released and with a clear conscience that he hadn’t actually killed Abigail. Meanwhile, Bedelia would be watching the news from somewhere far away, shaking her head and cursing Hannibal’s stupidity. He cannot be left unsupervised.

[xxgothchatonxx]

We’re doing a double feature tonight, babe! I missed yesterday, so it’s only fair!

Secondo:

* MISCHAAAAAAAA TIME???

* Fucking bastard.

* Oh! Bedelia. 🥰

* Hannibal looks so sad.

* “Betrayal and forgiveness are best scene as something akin to falling in love.” DAMN, BEDELIA! KEEP CALMING HIM OUT, I LOVE IT!

* Road trip to Lithuania? ROAD TRIP TO LITHUANIA!!!!

* This is so exciting. You can’t imagine the grin on my face, but I am so excited. Jump that fucking gate, William!

* He looks so fucking dramatic with that big ass blue coat. He looks good, but also dramatic as fuck.

* Show us the body of the child. Give us some little baby bones, don’t hold back! She says, knowing she will deeply regret it.

* Oh my God. We have an imaginary therapy session in his childhood home. Spectacular.

* LE GASP!!!! Chiyoh!!!! & WE FIRST SEE HER WITH A GUN HUNTING?? SEXYYYYYYYYYYYY

* She’s preparing. We love a montage.

* GASP THE HAND!!! AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGGGG (sorry, also thinking Muñoz thoughts)

* YES YES YES ICE PICK!!!!!

* Bedelia‘s instant distaste for Punch Romain. But it’s also pretty fucking amazing because nothing in the show is subtle.

* Stellar. Stupendous. Amazing. Never been done before. Impulsive. You love to see it!

* Bastard. This bastard and his technicalities.

* Absolutely love the complete lack of ice in the drinks now.

* PLEASE BE JACK PLEASE BE JACK PLEASE BE JACK

* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!! I’ve never been so happy to see Laurence Fishburne. Except for maybe John Wick.

* What a shame that the FBI’s favorite (quoting my friend here) “ shaggy chocolate lab [of a boyfriend (in Hanni’s case, of course)]” isn’t there to walk him through this.

* Absolutely loving these aged detectives who have had actual personal time with Hannibals past work and their similarities in their dissatisfaction with their lives in Hannibal‘s affect on it.

* Absolutely love that Jack is there for the boyfriend.

* Cut to the boyfriend still just chilling in his boyfriend‘s childhood wood.

* Lots of percussion this season.

* Please don’t tell me Mischa is in that.

* We have snails instead! Which is making me miss Eddie😔

* Oh, that is a very small hand.

* We have a wine cellar with a bunch of snails and a little bone. Many chicken bones. Oh fuck. Is this our next meal? Or merely a prisoner that will never be redeemed?

* God, Chiyoh!❤️‍🔥

* Of course that man ate Mischa.🙄 forgive me, I don’t believe anything that’s coming out of these people‘s mouths right now. She may be hot, but that won’t deter me. Kind of convinced that Hanni ate Mischa👀

* “How do you know Hannibal?” “One could argue intimately.”

* And we have another dinner. Lungs, liver & heart.

* The way those two stare at these people eating. Amazing.

* FADE TO CHIYOH!!!

* Don’t mind me, just grinning at this couple. (Hanni & Bedelia RIGHTS!)

* This conversation I have seen gifed many times. So happy to finally have it.

* He is not a meal.

* Once again, still loving the conversations between our two detectives.

* At long last, she has satisfied their curiosity.

* We all love a team up.

* Please please tell me this is real!!! That is magnificent. Way to go, William. You have ascended to Hannibal levels of show-off-ness.

* If you eat the boy then that is how you will forgive him. Logic.🙄

This is where NBC's Hannibal moves from a Hannigram AU fanfiction to a fix-it fanfiction because the whole Mischa story as it was written in Hannibal Rising was just... see, this is why you don't force (well, guilt-trip) authors to write things they don't want to write! But in the NBC canon, so there is a bit more to this story, but it makes so much more sense as a Hannibal Lecter origin story as opposed to "Nazis killed his sister and basically forced/tricked him into eating her and that's how he became a cannibal" which... yeah, that's stupid and many of us called bullshit. But the NBC canon goes back to the wonderful Silence of the Lambs line, "nothing happened to me, Agent Starling, I happened." which is just *kisses Bryan Fuller on the cheek* thank you. 

Ooh! Guess what?! The prisoner is Julian Richings aka Death aka the absolute best character on Supernatural! :D

This episode was very aesthetically pleasing. You know how much I love a Gothic setting, and it didn't get much Gothier than Count Lecter's fucking castle in Lithuania.

[bthump]

I'm watching Hannibal for first time these days, and I think hannigram has a lot of similarities with griffguts. What do you think?

lol yes I absolutely see some similarities, and I love them. If you haven't finished the show yet then beware of spoilers btw.

Like, the best one imo is trying to escape your life-ruining feelings by destroying the person you love. Griffith gets the sacrifice, Hannibal gets Bedelia lowkey manipulating him into eating Will in an attempt to save him from himself, because Hannibal's moping and irrational lovesick behaviour in Italy was going to, and did, get him caught.

Except Griffith partially succeeds and gets to break up with Guts, while Hannibal fails and Will's the one who breaks up with him lol.

I think you can also make a case that griffguts has lover-as-god vibes, which is a very blatant thing in hannigram. Though I would say that for griffguts that's a flaw in their relationship, while for hannigram it's a feature. But griffguts had a down to earth, positive, chill relationship whereas hannigram never did, so the standards are different.

You also got the protag growing more monstrous in pursuit of revenge against Griffith/Hannibal, featuring blatant sexual overtones, and an inability to actually follow through when they get their opportunity.

And just the basic, absolutely delightful premise of a refined dude who seemingly has his shit completely together and is highly successful throwing it all away for a guy who probably smells like wet dog.

Oh and two lonely dudes, one surrounded by people but unknown to them and one who's just a weird loner, finding a kindred spirit in each other. And the former letting the other see the real him and then lashing out when he gets (apparently) rejected for it.

And the "when did someone I was supposed to have in hand instead gain such a strong hold over me?" vibe, aka my favourite ship dynamic ever.

Both ships just have a pile of my favourite tropes and I love them so much. Thanks for sending this and giving me an opportunity to gush about two things I love, and I hope you're enjoying Hannibal a lot!

[lotstradamus]

top 5 episodes of your favorite show

hHahahahahHHAHAHAHha let us, pray tell, fucking go

2.13 Mizumono: THE SEASON TWO FINALE. beyond a shadow of a doubt my all-time favourite episode of ANY television show, and 100% my most-watched. it’s stunning from start to finish, but my PERSONAL FAVOURITE ELEMENT is that Hannibal is HEARTBROKEN. in the previous episode Bedelia is like ‘if you think you’re in control of this situation, it’s because Hannibal wants you to think that’ but then you realise that NOPE, he ACTUALLY believed everything Will was saying, hook line and sinker, he thought they were going to run away and be together -- he was ready to be like HERE’S ABIGAIL, OUR SURROGATE DAUGHTER, SHE IS IN FACT NOT DEAD AND NOW WE CAN BE A FAMILY -- and when he finds out that Will is lying he destroys both of their lives. Will tipping Hannibal off, Will seeing Abigail, ‘you were supposed to leave’, the moment where the audience and Will both think that Hannibal is going to kiss him only to get STABBED IN THE ABDOMEN (us emotionally, Will literally). it’s just absolutely glorious from start to finish. nothing like burning down the entire structure of your show and salting the ground after you. special mention goes to the comedy beat of the episode: ‘Where’s Jack?’ ‘...In the pantry.’ 

1.01 Aperatif: sometimes I put this episode on just to soothe me. everything about it is phenomenal. the slow pan up Hannibal’s dining table laden with pomegranates and Mads Mikkelsen’s face half in shadow like a skull... the meet-cute, i.e. Will being rude enough to Hannibal’s face to get himself murdered 3x over but Hannibal instead being like hmmmm: this one... Will being unfriendly and prickly and weird and then the reveal that he rescues stray dogs and shows them so much love and affection... the chiaroscuro lighting throwing shadows over the two of them as Hannibal feeds Will for the first time... ‘I don’t find you that interesting.’ ‘You will.’... Garret Jacob Hobbs... Abigail... it’s a perfect encapsulation of the show in miniature! it’s so beautiful! there is so much shit coming and none of them have any idea! 

3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb: oooOOOH. LOVE CRIIiiIIIiII I IIiiii III iME. the back half of season three is such a shock to the system after the heart-rending intimacy and grief of the first seven episodes, and this episode is no different. planning Hannibal’s death, double crossing, faking deaths a few times over, Will manipulating Hannibal and Hannibal manipulating Will (their love language!), and then it flips the switch and dials up the intimacy and it aaaaall culminates in Hannibal and Will in perfect sync, doing what they’ve wanted to do for so long, working together and finally B E C O M I N G. they haven’t touched each other in three years. and then this. I will NEVER get over it. WHERE IS SEASON FOUR 

2.08: the episode with the dead body in the horse. also the episode with the guy sewn alive into the horse and then climbing out of the inside of the horse. on an Other Things level, Jeremy Davies’ performance as Peter Bernadone is insane. the man can do anything! Clark Ingrams manages to be a spine-chilling antagonist despite only being in two scenes, and WILL PULLING THE TRIGGER ON HIM AND HANNIBAL CATCHING THE TRIGGER WITH HIS HAND IS SUCH A #MOMENT. it kickstarts the Randal Tier, even stevens, killing Freddie and eating her together and just being gay as hell final 5 episodes. brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it.

3.07 Digestivo: THIS EPISODE IS BALLS TO THE WALL UNHINGED FROM START TO FINISH AND IT IS INCREDIBLE. Mason’s delivery of ‘You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him... and his PENIS before he died’ and Hannibal nearly busting out laughing. Alana’s delivery of ‘Do you know what happens if we stimulate your prostate gland with a cattle prod? Hannibal does.’ -- and those are two of the more regular happenings in this episode! it also involves naked Hannibal, a botched face transplant, a pig incubating a human foetus, and a man deep-throating an eel to death. not to mention it ends with a) Hannibal bridal carrying Will to safety, b) Will breaking Hannibal’s heart AGAIN by dumping him AGAIN, and c) Hannibal being the world’s premiere petty bitch. turn it up! 

[autumnnotfall]

Such deep, aching longing

“Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?”

Buckle up for an over caffeinated, running on three hours of sleep, long theory post:

Its my theory that in that moment with Bedelia he realized how much he actually does ache for Hannibal, how much he always has and always will, and this is when he started forming his plan to run away with Hannibal. That scene with him telling Jack that Hannibal would be the best bait was so forced and like made me anxious the way Will was trying so hard to appear casual like something else was going on in his mind not just some weird scheme that wasn’t very probable to catch another killer his intent was to get Hannibal out and be reunited with him. Him saying “I’ll say pretty please” putting on a show for Jack and Alana acting like yeah I’ll do whatever it takes to apprehend the red dragon and then kill Hannibal or whatever you guys want me to do but in reality he’ll do just about anything and say just about anything to get Hannibal out and fake an escape. Just look at how tense he was in the van like shaking his leg and staring at Hannibal off and on, the signs are all there. He’s so nervous because he’s finally decided to change his life entirely and give in to his nature and be free essentially. And I still believe that Hannibal was privy to all of this, he was never uncomfortable even while incarcerated once he caught on to what Will was planning, looked chill as could be in the van even while Will was like freaking out, even told Will “you worry too much you'd be so much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself” as they were leaving the van like Hannibal knew Will was finally, finally accepting himself and accepting his ache and feelings for him. And that’s all Hannibal has ever wanted. And it’s beautiful.

[grandcollections]

by @bonearenaofmyskull 

Summary: 

While isolated from the rest of humanity as they escape the United States on their own sailing vessel, Will grapples with what he wants out of his renewed relationship with Hannibal.

Comments:

God, what a lovely, perfectly measured, somber post-fall fic. This is one out of maybe three perfectly executed post-fall fics that are my personal canon. This one... oh, THIS one!!!.... A somber sailboat fic composed of quiet moments and introspection, surprisingly short considering the amount of emotion and resolution it packs in its small real estate, it's the perfect fic to read the very night after you finish the last episode of Hannibal for a good, cleansing cry and a full heart before you go to bed.

Will had been afraid those few weightless moments: afraid and at peace, warmed by Hannibal’s body in his arms, and it had been so right. Right that they should die there together, right that they had killed together, right that Hannibal had known what was coming and still given himself over to Will as they stood on the eroding edge together. It was right when Hannibal’s arms tightened— desperately, compulsively— around Will. In those moments, Will had loved him more than he could reckon.

But here was Will, only a few feet away from him, his fingers thoughtlessly caressing the silver circle of wheel with just the pads, gripping, releasing. There he was, the toes on one foot curling and pressing into Cetus’s decking, his bare feet peeking out from new linen pants, slightly too long without shoes on. There—impossibly there, undeniably there, inconceivably there. Close enough to touch, if Hannibal reached for him. Hannibal stored him up in his mind, in a room encompassing all the oceans of the world.

“You are so consistently insistent," Will said. Hannibal smiled. "And you so persistently resistant."

TLDR: The writing is exquisite— the tone belongs to the show, pairs perfectly with it. It’s full of restrained sensuality, has an amazing grasp on nautical terminology, a mastery of setting the scene in the loveliest way possible, and a real grasp on Hannibal-esque dialogue that was so, so satisfying. It treats both Hannibal and Will individually with such respect; Hannibal’s yearning and penchant for manipulation and his constant pushing, Will’s reservations and melancholy and frustration. Both of their fears and their pain. Hannibal is allowed to be vulnerable and afraid (while giving us heaps of pining and possessive Hannibal) and Will is allowed to be strong in a way that rings true to both their characters. It highlights the bitterly circular nature of their relationship, the way pain and tenderness seem to always be intertwined. The fic has so much angst and little resolution (just how I like it—  a bitch likes blue balls). What’s unique about this fic is how it refuses to shy away from any facet of the twisted, tremulous place Hannibal and Will would be post-fall — the immense confusion, the yearning and learning and re-learning, the sea of blood and betrayal between them. This fic is not an ending; it’s a beginning, and that’s its true strength.

(much) more detailed review below the cut!

I'll talk about the writing first! (I'm being shockingly coherent here considering how much I incoherently screamed while reading/ in the fic comments). The TONE! is literal perfection. IMMACULATE. Only a few paragraphs in and I felt like I was watching the show, I FELT the bond between the show and the fic. The aesthetics matched — a feat, as the author manages to do that with such tight, contained writing while the aesthetic of the show is outrageously, extraneously beautiful. At no point does this author resort to flowery writing or extraneous detail— every word is measured, purposeful, bare, yet bursting with feeling.

This translates to one of my favorite aspects of the writing: its restrained sensuality. I say “sensuality” instead of “sexuality” because that’s what it is— gentle, but roiling eroticism, barely communicated in the slightest of details: 

He became slowly conscious of Hannibal’s steady gaze on him as he moved. He halted as he came to his door, hand on the latch. Somewhere in the back of his mind those words echoed again—Is Hannibal in love with me?—and Bedelia’s measured tones as she answered... Will turned his head but did not quite look at him. Hannibal’s attention remained steady, intent, curious. “Will?” he asked. Will went inside. Thereafter the association had him and would not let him go. He became aware of Hannibal’s attention in a manner he had never thought about much before.

... but instead he stayed with Hannibal, watching Hannibal’s face just inches from his own. Hannibal licked his lips and continued to apply pressure, watching Will watch him. They remained in this tableau, waiting for deliverance.

Hannibal peeled the shrimp and removed the veins with deft turns of his wrists, his sleeves rolled up halfway to his elbows. “I can help with that,” Will said.

Will could not resist testing his hand’s movement and felt it brush against the seam on the inside of Hannibal’s thigh. “Try to be still,” Hannibal murmured. He ran his warm palm over the muscles of Will’s shoulder again, much the same as he had smoothed the blanket fifteen minutes before, and as he had once drawn a blanket over Will’s chilled form and caressed him, Will thought idly, mere hours after shoving Abigail’s ear down his throat.

Hannibal’s lips were parted, and Will could feel his warm breath. He knew the look without needing to see it clearly: admiration and ache warring equally over his chiseled features. Consuming, as always. Drinking him in. Taking. He wondered what Hannibal saw in his own face.

What’s glorious about this style of muted sensuality is that the power is all left to the implications — which are infinitely more than a scene in which a finite ~thing~ happens—  to what’s unsaid, not done (but yearned for). Yearning (oh, there is so much yearning) takes a front seat. As a huge fan of Hemingway’s iceberg theory and contained writing in general, I loved this style.

The physical descriptions of the boat and the beauty of the sea were always lovely and anchoring. This author has a ridiculous command of the nautical world, and even if I didn’t understand all of it I deeply appreciated the attention to detail —

Hannibal had been a long time indoors and not a molecule of this natural beauty was lost on him. But mostly he watched Will. Will did not see this world of ultraviolet glare and sunblind desaturation as Hannibal did, but rather with the eye of a mariner and a fisherman. In the previous week, Hannibal had coaxed him into voicing some of his observations, and seeing life through Will's eyes had been in its way as fascinating as viewing death. A loon's laughing cry rose and passed on more than one occasion, and Will commented that it was a good sign for the fishery, that there must be a good number of menhaden, a baitfish, in the Bay that year...

A diffuse glow of sunlight illuminated his face from below, as the sun peeked through the skylights and lit up the woodwork and white upholstery in the saloon. It warmed the recesses of Hannibal’s sculpted face and made his eyes glow, more amber than brown.

There was no word on the weather, of the hot and unnatural stillness that held Hannibal and himself in its unrelenting grip.

The quotes at the beginnings of the chapters were also a really nice touch!

Hannibal's voice, his elite brand of dialogue— cyclical, cutting, seemingly random but never actually so— is captured perfectly; a difficult feat. It was so satisfying to read: 

“Moments are all that we need, Will. Enough moments, strung together, make eternity.”

"To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, Will. It's the mark of the truly alive."

This makes the hannigram conversations feel so authentic, so classically them, with Hannibal's philosophical overtures, the religious imagery, the refusing to shy away from previous interactions/conflict between them, and prodding and digging into Will as he loves to do, as he can't resist doing. Combined with Will’s insolence and the way he can surprise Hannibal, can (briefly) render hims speechless, the conversations could be scenes pulled from the show. 

I deeply loved and appreciated the instances of Hannibal pushing, of refusing to let things go (more on that later), of behaving instinctually (especially when Will pulls strong emotion from him). It rings so true to the character—  Hannibal’s worst vice (with Will at least) is his inability to control his black impulses when he's overcome with feeling when it comes to Will, especially if it's negative, burning emotion like betrayal, jealousy, or hurt. (See: Mizumono, Dolce). Then Hannibal becomes a viper, lunging and striking without thinking, poisoning the space between them.

Hannibal’s continuous pushing was a product of the author refusing to ignore the latent issues that would lie between our favorite murder husbands post-fall. A lot of fics jump straight into murder-husbands epilogue or Will-is-immediately-as-bloodthirsty-and-happily-cannibalistic-as-Hannibal (and I'm not gonna lie there's a couple of those that are favorites, writing makes all the difference for me) but this fic doesn't do that. I’ll admit that it’s very much not a focus of the fic, there is absolutely no exploration of how Will feels about killing or cannibalism, if he felt powerful, if he wants to chase that feeling, no exploration of “it’s beautiful”. It’s not a weakness of the fic, just very glaringly not a part of it. This fic is severely focused on Hannigram’s complicated feelings about each other, in a dreamlike isolated place. The fic doesn’t bother itself with morality, doesn’t place judgement, positive or negative, on any of those acts. It also doesn’t dismiss them from the future, and any realistic future would involve such acts. As I said before, this fic is a beginning. 

But, yes, back to my point! The fic touches on issues such as Abigail, Molly and Walter, and even the fall off the cliff by having Hannibal push Will again and again (even literally). I’m hesitant to say “explores” rather than “touches on” because it doesn’t do that, doesn’t provide a full resolution— it acknowledges these issues, establishes that they would be part of a continued conversation, and moves on. (Like I said; a beginning). 

Although Will rarely (or may actually never) bring up any of his own issues— he only engages when forced to by Hannibal— he does display strength in typical Will ways, through resistance and insolence. 

What Hannibal wanted was what Will had shared with Molly and Walter... He did not want to give these things to Hannibal. 

A lot of fics will have Will either shy away from any discussion of Molly and Walter, because they’re ugly and difficult to execute well, and so they are erased as if they never existed— or they will simply have Will completely demote and reject Molly and Walter and the life he lived in Maine. But in this fic, Will is still protective of them, even as a memory, even as something that exists completely in the past, even as he moves forward with Hannibal. It’s a display of strength, of non-compliance, that I love.

Will shows strength in other ways, too. While he doesn’t start many of the difficult conversations as Hannibal does (as only insightful Hannibal can do), once engaged he’s present and sharp, sometimes unyielding and even hurtful. Will doesn’t shy away from the bitterness of the walls placed between them, walls that aren’t made of matter but of space— space Will placed between them, space Hannibal took (and continues to try to take) from him.

The result are many (beautiful) references to their past, to the rivers of blood between them: 

The grief of their years apart flooded after, with the weight of what they had done to each other and what they had suffered at each other’s hands. The shadows of pain and stains of blood surrounded them, filling the boat, threatening to sink it and carry them both to the bottom of the sea.

He had been sure, and he was still sure- they had to deal with each other, to grope their way through their shared maze of long-stored griefs and the dead ends of failed trust.

Hannibal had awoken, and Will’s peace fled.

This last gutting quote takes me to another hallmark of this fic for me— a truly beautiful and mature display of their mutual unhappiness, a living example of “be careful what you wish for”. Both men have wished for this (for different lengths of time and in different degrees, yes, but they wished for it)— to be alone together, which is to not be alone, finally (“we are both alone without each other”). But now that they have it, they learn that they have to actually be together, and that perhaps they don’t know to do that, or at least how best to do that. They learn that there’s so much pain and unresolved emotion to contend with, when faced with the nothing but the other and time. 

And so, after the story ends, they don’t leap into happily-ever-after. Instead, they leap into explorations of their unresolved feelings and their own failings. There’s such a deep understanding of both men’s failings, the unique ways in which their hearts are broken — there’s even a beautiful mirror where both men (separately) reflect on the ways in which they’re not enough for the other. 

As then, Hannibal knew he had little with which to fight this enemy. He had no secrets left to reveal, no curiosity to exploit, no monsters to fight, no daughter to share, no one left to save but Will himself. He had only Hannibal Lecter, and that had never been enough.

Will wondered what equally tender and ravenous urge had brought Hannibal forward to watch over him while he slept... He tried to imagine if there might ever be any way he could give Hannibal enough to sate him. Maybe there was, if Hannibal had succeeded in sawing his way into Will’s head and eaten his brain after all. Will could not see it otherwise. The whole of Will’s entire life and being was not enough. It had never been enough.

This whole thing is both gorgeous and tragic, both of them harboring imagined shortcomings and impossible desires. Will wonders if literal consumption, to be eaten or allowing himself to be possessed in every other way, is the only thing that will sate Hannibal. And this Will is, very definitively, not willing to do that. (I’m not averse to fics where Will is— when done well, it’s supremely good). And Hannibal has always used Something Else to hook Will, to keep Will, and so the tragedy is in the hypothetical— what could have happened had he resisted some of his own worst impulses? Did Hannibal behave this way because of Will’s resistance, or would Will not have resisted him, rejected him, had he not been so manipulative, coercive, demanding, taking? *Sigh.* I also love that Hannibal is allowed to acknowledge his own failings and betrayals in this fic; it doesn’t always exists in post-fall fics  (again, it's usually Will apologizing for his false life with Molly, etc). It makes for some delicious angst.

And my god, is the angst good! Striking, painful, gutting, love that for meee!!!! (I genuinely do!) 

Will did not speak, not even to thank Hannibal. It stung. 

BABEYYYY NOOOO why do the SIMPLEST sentences fucking destROYYYY me?!! 

Does that make you feel better?” Will asked in a low voice. “It’s not enough that you take everything else—you have to take even the symbols of anything I had that wasn’t about you?” 

Reaching out, he gripped the fabric of Hannibal’s shirt in his hand, closing his fist around it slowly. “Maybe that should tell you something.” Hannibal twitched slightly—Will had caught some of his chest hair—but he remained passive. It was Will’s weak arm, his right, and so the gesture was just that: a gesture, made for no better reason than emphasis. But it felt good to have Hannibal under him, looking surprised.... “What should it tell me, Will?” “Some things”—Will breathed deeply through his nose, trying to steady himself—“do not belong to you.” His voice came low and quiet. Hannibal’s hand came up and touched his arm, moving up to the recently injured shoulder, running his palm over Will’s shirt, passing his fingers over the roughness of scars beneath. “I only wish to know you.”

literally SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY!!! I haven’t even used the worst (best) angsty bits — gotta save something for the actual fic! so go go go!!! 

This deep understanding of both Will and Hannibal as separate individuals shines throughout the fic, but I’d like to showcase some really strong character lines. On Hannibal:

Hannibal was pleased with his age and the experiences that fueled it: every moment he lived he had snatched from God’s own sticky fingers. 

He knew that Hannibal could and did partition his mind against such associations, that his affection was every bit as real as his violence... He could only find and explore this newly tender and painful place within him, like a man who cannot keep from tonguing an aching tooth.

... the mercurial author of both his pain and his relief. 

He had probably investigated all of Will's belongings at some point. 

Hannibal could believe, but he could never know. 

(^ one of my favorite parts of the fic; the recurring explanation of Hannibal’s desire to possess Will is a product of his fear of not knowing him. This line is so simple and well done, yet full of anguish.) 

Will had seen Hannibal’s heart break enough times to recognize it in his stillness, in the slight thrust of his jaw beneath closed lips, in the shifts between denial and acceptance in his brown eyes, which could find no safe place to rest in the landscape of Will’s face.

(i’m EMO.) Okayokay, Will’s character lines are just as fantastic:

He would be unable to tend his right arm well with his left hand, and Hannibal would insist, and he would be forced to give in. Will wished it did not matter.

(THIS. LINE. So much communicated about Will's mingled frustration and acceptance, about the power imbalance in this relationship, in just six words.?

He was so tired of it-tired of the vulnerability, of dependency, tired of the torture of needing comfort, of wanting comfort from his tormentor. 

Will had adopted his trademark flat affect by the second of these sessions. He would stare ahead, at the pulse at the base of Hannibal’s throat, following Hannibal’s instructions to the letter, but he might as well have been the walking dead for all the emotion he expressed. He spoke when spoken to and offered nothing. (my chest hurts, oh will)

Will was a dark presence near him, slim and sharp as a cutlass.

And then he smiled, gray eyes lifting to Hannibal’s, bringing Hannibal’s heart into his throat. He smiled that sad smile of his, the smile that could contain oceans of sweetness and bitterness all at once. 

✨  and this line, that encompasses both of them: 

It still hurt, to be so vulnerable. It hurt that Hannibal had turned on him and could have drowned him or let him drown, yet again after so many times down this path. It hurt that Hannibal lived day to day and moment to moment, awaiting Will’s next betrayal.

and oh, oh this fic is rife with lovely hannigram passages: 

Hannibal seemed to sense his weariness. “We’re always braver in the face of our own pain than in the face of the pain of those we love,” he said quietly. He turned his attention back to Will’s arm and let the conversation rest.

Is Hannibal in love with me? he had asked... Will had been enormously afraid of either answer. Hannibal continued to cut the bell pepper in to a twisting spiral of red, his face and body still, only his hands working. “I thought of you,” Will said finally. “Often.” Hannibal’s breath released in a slow sigh. Will watched the words fill him up, set him to rest, with no outward change in his demeanor. He wished it were always so easy. Or had it always been?

His movements were slow and deliberate, less like a doctor at work than a supplicant at prayer. 

(^ okokok i'm NOT going feral i'm NOT! supplication/worship/devotee imagery in tender moments between lovers/from a hopeful lover to the object of his/her devotion is my WEAKNESS)

What would you give me?” Will asked finally. “What would you have of me?” “Would you give me”—Will articulated slowly, deliberately—“Bedelia du Maurier?” Hannibal felt a thrill of surprise in his chest. Will was steady, studying. Hannibal watched the gray-blue of his irises. His pupils were constricted in the harsh daylight. “Do you want her?” Hannibal asked curiously. “No.” “I would deny you nothing.”

But, there is resolution. (Some). There is peace to be found. It comes in the form of Will letting go of the desire to ever kill Hannibal:

... dim memory of the thrill he used to get while imagining killing Hannibal came and went, just a phantom—powerless, soon forgotten. There was something freeing in the knowledge that he could not kill Hannibal even if he tried.... Will held himself over Hannibal for several long seconds. He imagined hurting him, pressing a knee to his throat and crushing his voice box, silencing that voice forever. No thrill accompanied the thought now. No pain, either. Nothing. He would never do it, he knew; he had taken his opportunity at the top of the cliff, and it would never return.

and is completed when he lets go:  All of it was lost to the sea. 

There is such tangible relief in Will’s deciding to let go of any illusions of killing Hannibal, and in releasing his pain to the sea. (And remember, the entire premise of this fic is Will deciding what he wants from Hannibal in this new life they find themselves in... and he decides.) With it comes such hard won, painful freedom. I literally felt a surge of relief and a burden dropped; Will’s. He is freed from having to "seek justice" or do the right thing. It's over. He can just, BE (whatever that looks like). 

ps: I haven’t quoted too much from the last two chapters, as that’s where the most “plot” happens and they’re phenomenal and I can’t just copy and paste the whole chapters here. Please, just go read it! And I will link my comments: chapter 13 | chapter 14 

I just... can’t say enough good things about this fic, but I’ve thoughtfully laid out everything major. It’s tremendous, satisfying, lovely. Go give it a read. 

[santana-maribel]

who: @santana-maribel​ and @smythenyu​. where: santana & quinn’s apartment. when: saturday 28th march. what: a booty call but with feelings~ warnings: nsfw, sex, swearing etc.

Rolling her eyes at his last text message, Santana tossed her phone in the coffee table in front of her. Whatever Santana and Sebastian had going on, put simply, just worked. It was easy, fun and surprisingly, uncomplicated. There were no bold declarations of love and neither of them were interested in exploring any kind of relationship aspect. Truthfully, the whole damn world was probably surprised that it hadn’t  before now. Sure, they got drunk or high and fooled around a ton before but now it was happening more and more often sober. Her thoughts occasionally circled back to their matching, marked wrists. If she believed, truly believed in it, being soulmates with Seb wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it? Unclear. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, she heard the front door of their apartment open. Of course he had his own key. She was lazy, this was convenient, it just made sense. She didn’t take her eyes off of the television in front of her, where she was scrolling through netflix to find the film he wanted. Normally she would fight him a little, make him watch something that she wanted. But she hadn’t seen him in a few days and though she would never admit it, she missed his company a little. Jesse had already swung by the apartment and picked up Quinn, so they had the place to themselves. “I’m gonna’ start watching Die Hard, you take too long to do anything today,” she called out, waiting for him to join her on the couch.

Sebastian had driven to Santana’s, so it wasn’t long from the last text to him entering the door, shutting it behind him and noticing the girl on the sofa. “I wasn’t long at all,” he shot back, kicking off his shoes and moving to sit down beside her, glancing at the tv and settling back, his arm around her shoulders. “You’re just impatient,” he replied, smirking a little as he finally looked at her. “Gotta learn to be able to wait for a good thing, babe.” He’d been trying his best not to overthink their relationship as of lately. But with everyone going on about soulmates non stop, it was kinda hard to not even consider the possibility. The sex was good, they were almost too similar in nature, and they were both hot, but that didn’t mean that they were soulmates, more like good friends who fucked. Sebastian still thought the entire idea of it was stupid. Why does someone or something else get to decide who you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life? Perhaps, seeing his parents, who had once thought they were soulmates, getting divorced when he was young really thwarted his view, but also he saw it everyday. “Have you got any snacks? Or booze?” he asked Santana, pushing the thoughts from his head. “I really could use a beer.”

Their friendship pre-fwb was startlingly similar to what it was now; he’d come over, or she’d go to his place, they’d drink, shoot the shit, occasionally fool around. It was a comfort to her, that between them, nothing had really changed, too much. They kissed a lot more now and they fell asleep together too. But otherwise, it was business as usual between the two of them. She smiled at his comment, then clicked her tongue. She didn’t even want to make a bitchy remark at him. She was getting soft in the head. “Well, i’m glad you’re here anyway,” she admitted, leaning into his side when he placed his arm around her. How comforting he was. Santana nodded at his question and stood up, walking into the kitchen. Her Mama always taught her to take care of her guests, how to be the perfect little hostess. She grabbed two ice-cold beers from the fridge and several packets of chips from the pantry, before she came back into the living room, placing them on the coffee table in front of him. “Don’t say i’m not good to you,” she muttered, as she resumed her original position on the couch. She had seen this film before and enjoyed it well enough, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away from Bruce Willis, even though he looked like a particular snack in this film. “You know this is a Christmas movie, right? Why the hell are we watching it just now?” she asked, an eyebrow arched at him in curiosity.

“you’re an actual angel,” he drawled as she returned and passed him his beer, settling back again with his arm around her, a soft grin on his lips. he glanced back at the tv then, sipping his beer, his hand tracing patterns on her shoulder. “it’s an every day of the year movie, tana. shut up. let bruce willis be his sexy, masculine self.” despite his complaints, he found himself not paying a whole lot of attention to it, his hand having moved into her hair, finishing his beer and placing it down onto the coffee table. he grabbed a bag of chips and balanced them on his lap so he could eat with his free hand. “okay, bruce willis, alan rickman, bonnie bedelia, as they are in the film right now. fuck, marry, kill.”

She bit back whatever remark she was going to make, when he made his comment about her being an angel and smirked softly, tucking her legs underneath her on the couch, beer resting on her leg. It was a good movie and she ignored his snark laced comment, eyes focusing on the screen in front of them. It didn't take long before he began distracting her. This always happened. She tried to think of a time when they had put on a movie and actually got more than a quarter of the way through or god forbid actually finished it. She couldn't remember one single time. It just wasn't their style. She shuddered underneath his touch, fingers running through her hair and watched as he rustled with the bag of chips on his lap. His game made her laugh out loud and she nodded, glancing between him and the screen. "Ah fuck," she sighed, considering her options. "Fuck Bruce Willis because, look at him," she jabbed her elbow towards the screen. "Marry Alan Rickman because why the hell not and kill Bonnie Bedelia because that hair is giving me anxiety. Perms are fuckin' gross," she answered before taking a gulp of her beer. "Same question to you," she shot back, nudging him in the side with her finger.

Sebastian chuckled, placing his bag of chips aside but continuing to play with her hair, smirking at her answers to the question. He nodded though, "I'd marry Bruce Willis, because then we could also fuck til he lost his hair and I asked for a divorce. I'd fuck Alan Rickman, rest in peace, and I'd kill Bonnie too. Her hair is definitely too much." His attention was no longer on the tv now at all. He'd seen Die Hard a million times anyway, and Santana was right there. He turned his head, nuzzling into her neck. "Fuck, marry, kill. Me, Aubrey, Finn."

It was one of her favourite things about Sebastian, the fact that he didn't see gender; he saw a conquest. Despite the fact she tended to keep exclusively to cock now, she too had been known to enjoy the same gender. College girls were curious and really, it would be rude not to help them out. She nodded approvingly at his answers, fiddling with the label on her bottle. She was thinking of a selection of her own when he started speaking again. She raised an eyebrow at him, mulling over the options as she drained her beer and sat the empty on the table. This was an interesting question, for sure. "Fuck Hudson because I kind of wonder if the whole size = 'size' thing is true and he's like over a foot taller than me. Marry Aubrey because he's a sweetheart and kill you because you've served your purpose now," she teased, fingertips tracing his smooth jawline. She was joking. Mostly. "Same question, but replace you with me."

Sebastian's lips parted as if offended, pushing her back though there was a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Wow, okay. I'd kill you too then, you'll never know my original answers and I guess if you're done with me you won't want to fuck tonight either," he shot back at her, crossing his arms and pouting as he leant back against the arm of the couch, his feet against her thighs to keep them apart.

"I bet I can guess your original answers," she replied, fighting off her own smile tugging at her lips, as he pushed her hand away and pretended to be mad. "Kill Finn, naturally. Fuck Aubrey because hate fucking is amazing and marry me because we would have like the most chill and open marriage ever." She wasn't sure she was correct but her voice was confident as she spoke.  She scoffed at his reaction, "c'mon, I was only teasing," she murmured, running a hand up the inside of his thigh.

Sebastian kept his arms crossed, a pout still on his lips as he refused to look at her. "I guess you'll never know if you're right," he huffed, although she was definitely right. "As if you would kill me," he continued, trying not to think about Santana's hand moving up his thigh and focus instead on his fake pouting. "Like I am clearly the superior one out of me, Aubrey, and Finn. Frankly, I wonder now about your taste, Santana."

She couldn't explain why she had chosen Finn as her fuck instead of him, it was weird. She had been poised to kill him off in their little game but when the push came to the shove, she couldn't do it. "Of course you are baby," she cooed, her fingers still trailing up his thigh, settling on his dick. God, she loved their games. "I mean my taste must be pretty terrible if i'm doing this," she countered, an eyebrow raised as she reached for his zipper.

Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip as her hand moved over his crotch, glancing down as she moved to pull down the zipper. "I should at least be your fuck," he murmured quietly, a little distracted by her movements. "Although, really..." he trailed off, forgetting what new complaint he had for now, reaching to pull Santana closer.

He had folded quickly for him, hungry eyes watching as he bit down on his lip. Victorious, he pulled her closer and she pressed a kiss to his neck. "It's a game, you get to fuck me for real, unless you're gonna' be a whiny bitch," she murmured against his skin, as she kissed down, not even needing to look at her hands on his zipper. She'd done this so many times it was like muscle memory.

Sebastian sighed softly, relaxing back into the sofa now, his hand sliding back into Santana's hair as she kissed down from his neck. "No whining," he agreed, licking his lips as he lifted his hips slightly, eager for her touch. "Promise," he continued, pulling her back up to kiss her deeply, his tongue slipping past her teeth and his hand tightening in her hair.

One hand snaked around his neck, pulling him close to her, threading through the back of his hair. The other, found its way down into his boxers and wrapped around his cock, pumping gently. Their kiss, as always, was electrifying, as the two of their tongues battled for dominance. For someone who had such a hard-on for control, Santana always found herself willing to submit to him. This was easily proven as his hand tightened in her hair and she let out a soft gasp into his mouth, breaking the kiss slightly. "Seb..." she muttered quietly.

Sebastian groaned quietly against her lips, thrusting his hips up and into her touch. He kissed her deeply, his other hand smoothing down her back and over her ass, pulling back to catch his breath, his eyes dark. "Mhm," he hummed, "I knew you wanted me..." He smirked, pressing another kiss to her lips before reaching to tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her bra, chucking it to the side.

She scowled at his words, hating that she was like putty in his hands. She wasn't too mad, really though. This was pretty high on her list of favourite things to do. She allowed him to lift up her top, pulling her hand out of his underwear and raising both of them above her head as he discarded the item of clothing before she returned the favour and pulled at the collar of his. "Off, Seb. Take it off," she demanded softly.

Sebastian chuckled, smirking but sitting up just enough to tug his shirt up and off for her, throwing it aside before lying back and pulling her over him. His hands slid up her back, smoothing under the band of her bra, kissing her slowly as he rocked his hips up just slowly against hers. "Wanna ride me?" he whispered against her ear.

She was grateful that Quinn and Jesse had left the apartment because they were not being subtle in the slightest, as she moved her legs to either side of his, straddling him on the couch. Her body instinctively moved with his, as she ground against him. This. This was why she always wore skirts or dresses when he was around. Easy access. She nodded at his question, shuddering under the feeling of his breath, hot on her ear, but didn't miss a beat to make a bitchy remark. "You're fuckin' lazy," she whispered back, arms circling around his neck.

Sebastian just grinned wider at that, "You like riding me," he shot back, tilting his head so their lips brushed as he continued to rock his hips up against her, growing harder in his underwear. His fingers moved to the clasp of her bra then, unhooking it easily with one hand and raising an eyebrow. "You don't wanna?"

She shrugged off her bra, letting it fall off to the side carelessly, to join their ever-growing pile of clothes, before moving her arms back to his neck. "I didn't say that," she replied simply, pressing her chest flush against his. "Just observing," she joked, as she moved back on her knees a little, giving a gentle tug at his underwear and jeans. "You want me to ride you, gotta take these off."

Sebastian's hands slid up her sides as she pressed against him, pouting as she pulled back but not hesitating to reach down to shove his jeans and underwear down his legs in one go, kicking them off. He bent over then, grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket and settling back as he reached to pull her closer, dropping it beside them. "You need to be naked too," he murmured, his hands moving down to her hips.

She rolled her hips against him a few times more before acquiescing to his request. She stood up and shimmied her skirt down from her hips, kicking it away from her feet. Her underwear swiftly followed and now they were both completely naked, she hopped back on his lap and pressed her face into his neck, sinking her teeth down and sucking gently as she ground on him a little, just to tease.

Sebastian bit his lip as he watched her completely undress, grinning as she moved back over him. He lifted his hips up against her, rocking with her slowly and groaning quietly. His hands moved over her sides and up over her chest as he tilted his head back.

They were a mess of breathy pants, hands running all over one another, mouths moving together in unison. It was consuming and she knew that she needed more. Wordlessly, she lifted the condom from next to them on the couch and lifted it to her mouth, ripping the foil open with her teeth. She didn't wait for permission before she rolled the rubber down his cock, tossing the foil behind her. That would be later hers problem. "More," she groaned in his ear.

Sebastian pulled back as she did, eyes following her as she grabbed the condom, slowly grinning and leaning back as she rolled it down over his cock. “Fuck yes,” he murmured, shifting to place his feet down against the sofa, his hands moving to her hips.

That was the best thing about fucking your best friend; they know everything you like and vice versa. She knew the right way to roll her hips, the dirty words to whisper in his ear, but she always switched it up a little, just so it didn't get stale. Seb's hands on her hips spurned her on a little as she hovered over his cock, small hand wrapped around the base, teasing him.

Sebastian groaned again, lifting his hips up slightly, his hands smoothing up her sides and back over her hips. “You’re so hot,” he whispered, his eyes dark. They knew each other’s bodies so well at this point that they both knew exactly what the other wanted, and it was a large reason Sebastian continued the fwb arrangement they had. People often said how sex ruined friendships, but if anything it only made Sebastian and Santana closer.

She smirked at his comment approvingly, he knew exactly what to say to butter her up. Pleased with his words and feeling like she'd tortured him just the right amount, she finally sank down on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the sensation of being utterly filled. She stilled her movements for a moment, allowing her body to get used to the feeling. Sebastian not only exuded big dick energy, he had the goods to back it up too.

Sebastian’s head fell back and he groaned once more as she sank down over him, his hands tightening on her hips. He stayed still for a moment though, knowing she’d move when she was ready. “‘Feel so good,” he whispered breathily, his lips parted as he looked up at her.

Satisfied, she began to roll her hips against his, her arms wrapped around his neck, face buried into his shoulder as she let out soft groans at the sensation. Without even trying, he reached that sweet spot inside of her. Every time she thrust her hips against his, she could feel her fingertips start to tingle. "Fuck, so full," she breathed into his skin.

Sebastian gasped, rocking his hips up to meet hers, his hands sliding up her sides, pulling her down to kiss her messily, groaning into her mouth. He pulled back briefly, grinning slightly as he sat up, his arm winding around her waist, continuing to thrust his hips up into her.

If sex with anyone else was good, sex with Sebastian was practically god tier. He was an arrogant prick but god, he could back it up completely. She never could last very long when she was on top, not with the way she rolled her hips smoothly and how he thrust from underneath. She tangled her fingers in the back of his hair and gave a sharp tug, smirking as she did.

Sebastian moaned as she pulled at his hair, tilting his head back but his eyes staying on her, lips parted as he panted softly. “Fuck, Tana,” he groaned, his nails scraping down her back slightly, thrusting up faster.

Falling apart in Sebastian's lap was one of her favourite things in the entire world. Her thighs tightened against his involuntarily, as her moans echoed around the living room, her thrusts going from smooth and measured to erratic and frantic. Another tug of his hair and thrust upwards from him and she was coming, hard.

Sebastian gasped, thrusting up harder, losing his rhythm a little as he felt his stomach tightening. When he felt her tense and come he couldn’t hold back any longer, coming hard suddenly and moaning out her name.

She rocked her hips against his slowly, riding them both through their respective orgasms. She slumped against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat thud away in his chest. She didn't make any effort to move straight away, body twitching as the aftershocks ran through her. She pressed a kiss to his temple and smoothed down the back of his hair. "You're so fucking good at that," she murmured.

Sebastian relaxed back against the pillows of the sofa, his arms loosening around her, head tilting back as he closed his eyes. He smiled widely, lazily, humming at that. “You’re pretty good yourself, gorgeous,” he murmured.

She kissed him on the temple again, before she sat back on his lap, groaning at the sensation of him still inside her overly sensitive pussy. "We're good at it," she agreed, before she stood up, disentangling her sweaty limbs from his. Her thighs were slick from her arousal but she felt too lazy to take a shower, so she grabbed her underwear and his shirt, haphazardly pulling them on before flopping down next to him on the couch. "Wanna finish the film?" she asked.

Sebastian breathed out as she pulled off, lying back and not even grabbing his underwear yet. He tugged the condom off slowly and tied it, holding it up to her with a grimace, “Wanna put this in the bin first?”

She went to bite back but instead took the condom from him, wrinkling her nose at the wetness. She turned on her heel, "lazy prick," she muttered as she walked to the kitchen and disposed of it in the trash can. She washed her hands then grabbed a couple of glasses and the open bottle of bourbon that was sitting out on the counter. "Don't say i'm not good to you, Seb," she teased, as she sat back down next to him.

Sebastian just grinned as she took it, moving now to grab his underwear, tugging it on before settling back on the sofa. He glanced up as she returned, “So good to me, babe,” he murmured, moving to take the bottle and pouring them both a glass. “The dream,” he said, lifting his glass to clink against Santana’s.

She smiled knowingly, as they clinked their glasses together. Fumbling around with her free hand, she located the television remote from down the side of the cushions and put the film back a little. "So, satisfy my curiosity. What were your choices earlier, during fuck, marry, kill? Tell me I was right."

Sebastian leant back, placing his feet on the coffee table, sliding his arm down the back of the sofa. He glanced at her as she asked that, sighing and shrugging, too chilled out after his orgasm to actually care about that anymore. “Yes, you were right.”

She curled into him, eyes on the screen in front of them, free hand tracing patterns up his smooth, unblemished thigh. She didn't really care about the game they were playing but she always liked to know when she was right about something. "Good to know," she hummed, a little smugly.

“Because seriously, who would wanna fuck Finn?” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Santana, sipping at his drink, apparently still not completely over that.

She rolled her eyes at his comment but didn't turn to look at him. "Why not?" she asked, fingertips toying with the rim of the glass.

“He just looks like he’s bad in bed,” he murmured, glancing at her again. “Why do you find him attractive?”

She shook her head at his comment, finally tilting her face to look at him. She lifted the glass to her mouth and took a generous gulp of the amber liquid, as she considered his question. Why was she currently interested all of a sudden? "I don't know. He's sweet. Besides, who says I'm going to fuck him, hm?" she countered.

“Since when are you into ‘sweet’ guys?” he pushed, “If you were into sweet guys you’d be fucking mr jaw line who’s always following you around.”

"Are you high?" she asked, a little incredulously, as he snapped at her. This was completely out of the ordinary. "Wait - are you jealous?"

Sebastian huffed slightly, “No I’m not high, or jealous, c’mon. What does Finn have that I don’t have ten times better? There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

"Then what the fuck is this?" she gestured at him, dark eyes trained on his. She would have laughed out loud if she didn't think that it would make things worse. "It's not about anything you have or he has, it was a joke, mi amor."

Sebastian bit his lip, not sure why he’d got caught up on that, sitting back and staying quiet for a long moment. “I don’t know. Sorry,” he murmured, his head ducked as he ran a hand through his hair.

The room fell silent for a moment, the television was the only thing making any noise as she watched him curiously. She had really gotten under his skin with this one. Part of her wanted to push, the other part didn't want to annoy him further. Of course the former won out. "Seriously, what's going on?" she asked.

Sebastian shook his head, “Nothing,” he replied, although a part of him knew he was lying. “Nothing’s going on.”

She laced her fingers through his and squeezed softly. They weren't just friends who had sex, they were best friends. Which meant that she could read him like a book. "It's not nothing, I have way more stamina than you, so you might as well just tell me what's going on," she offered with a slight shrug of her shoulder.

Sebastian clenched his jaw, glancing down at their hands, not sure why he had turned things so sour suddenly, he’d been so blissed out only a few moments ago. “I don’t know! Maybe I just thought if anyone is gonna pick me it’d be you.”

"I'll always pick you," she murmured, "hence why i'm here, with you and not with him." She brushed the pad of her thumb over the back of his hand. She felt her stomach twist a little with what she assumed was guilt. "I'm sorry."

Sebastian’s shoulders sank slightly, “No, it doesn’t matter,” he murmured, pulling his hand away to run it through his hair, eyes moving back to the tv.

"Seb..." she pleaded. This was the weirdest situation that she had been in with him. If not jealousy, then what was this? He must know, deep down, she would always pick him. They were best friends and sometimes it felt like he was her only friend. Sighing, she knew when to stop pushing him. A little defeated and hurt, she settled her own hands on her lap.

Sebastian leant back, his foot tapping unconsciously, sighing, “I don’t believe in soulmates, you know that,” he murmured. “But what if you do? It’s not like you think I’m your soulmate, even if we joke about it.”

She felt her eyebrows lift at his statement. Why did everything in the entire world come back to this bullshit? "You're the closest thing that i'm going to get to a soulmate," she shot back instantly. "You know I don't care about that shit and let's get real, if they did exist, Finn would not be my soulmate, or Aubrey, or any of those idiots."

Sebastian wasn’t the kind to get attached, like ever. But his relationship with Santana was different. It was built on friendship, and he was genuinely worried about losing her. He sighed, glancing at her now. “Sorry,” he said, feeling like an idiot. “I know. I’m being an idiot.”

She shook head head at him gently, before nudging his arm to let her back in. Their relationship wasn't conventional, but she'd never really considered the prospect of Sebastian finding his soulmate and stopping whatever they had going on. Now, it was weighing on her mind. "You're not being an idiot, I get it," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you, Seb. You're my best friend."

Sebastian tilted his head, his arm falling around her, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re my best friend too,” he murmured, holding her close again. “And I love you,” he continued, stroking his hand down her arm gently. “Guess I’m just letting people get into my head. Soulmates are bullshit. We have a good thing, and we’re not.”

She kissed him back sweetly, savouring the quiet, real moments that they had together. This was the shift that had been happening in their relationship, their friendship. The rare moments they acted like an actual couple and the layers of snark and bitchyness were forgotten. "Who's been getting in that big ol' brain of yours?" she asked curiously.

“I dunno, I was talking to Jesse and he kept saying how Quinn was definitely his soulmate,” he murmured, pulling Santana into his lap, “And like, he doesn’t really know that. I guess I just started thinking about it. Maybe too much.”

She let out a sigh, of course it was Jesse. He'd gotten in her head too about it. She settled comfortably into his lap, "unsurprisingly, he got to me about it too," she confessed, thinking back to their conversation through text. "I mean how do they even know they're soulmates? It's a stupid concept and I don't like the idea. I always feel that no one decides my fate but me."

Sebastian wound both his arms around her, meeting her eyes. “They don’t. Pretty sure they haven’t even got a ‘bond’ or anything.” He nodded, “But me too. I don’t like the idea of something else deciding who I’m ‘meant to be with’. It’s stupid.”

She nodded in agreement. "I'm fairly certain that neither of them would shut the fuck up about it if they had one," she chuckled, knowing both halves of the couple. It was hard to ignore the elephant in the room but she was an expert at burying feelings and pretending they didn't exist. "So let's not let them decide for us," she mused aloud, before tilting his face up towards hers with his index finger and pressing a searing kiss on his lips.

Sebastian looked at her as she tilted his head toward her, smiling against her lips and lifting a hand to cup her cheek as he kissed back. “Mhm, okay,” he murmured softly, before continuing to kiss her, deepening it as his hand slid into her hair.

It was a tried, tested and almost always, foolproof method to get either of them out of a slump; more sex. She sighed happily into his lips, one hand rubbing at his neck, the other was trailing down his chest, fingernails dragging down his skin.

Sebastian leant back into the sofa, his hands smoothing up her back underneath her shirt, groaning quietly against her lips. Despite having just had sex, he wasn’t going to say no. This was just how they worked.

This was what the drinking and the fucking was for; to forget. To pretend like their momentary blip of emotion hadn't actually happened, that they were just simply two people who liked good sex and a lot of it. She lifted his shirt over her head and tossed it back to the floor, relishing his touch on her bare skin.

Sebastian moved to push her back to lie down, settling over her as he kissed her slowly. He slid his hands up her side again, turning his head to kiss under her jaw.

She shifted from his lap and laid back on the couch, spreading her legs to let him settle between them more comfortably. She brushed her fingers through his hair and ghosted her other hand across his shoulder, shivering as he placed soft kisses down her neck.

“Should we move to the bedroom,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow as he pulled back and smirked, tilting his head, his hand moving down her chest.

Santana nodded, a little breathlessly. It was getting late and Quinn would no doubt be home soon. She didn't think that her roommate would appreciate walking in on them screwing on the couch. She lifted her glass to her mouth and finished off the bourbon, before grabbing their clothes from the floor. "C'mon," she whispered, "you can show me how much you don't want to lose me through there." She gave his arm a sharp tug, leading them through the apartment and to her bedroom, closing the door on whatever doubts either of them had about the future.

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SHIPPING INFO

Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.REPOST. Don’t Reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

For Armistice? I would die for Armistice x Hanaryo, and I would sell my soul for Armistice x Clementine. with each one she is in some way faced with her own conscious, and is faced with concepts that make her think, and in their own ways. Inspire her need to live, rather than let her give in to the contentment of dying.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

I want everything from how they met, to how things evolved, to their fights, to the negative aspects, to their clashing, to the their break ups, make ups, dying, living, marriage, and kids. What am I saying? Or- just a fling that grows, or a plain fling, or friends with benefits that stays genuine and they say their goodbyes. Or a break up, and they come later and find that one is with someone else and committed and someone is like ‘oh shit i still have feelings for you :(’ basically? anything and everything.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

The biggest age gap I did was a ten years age gap, (see Cersei Lannister and Taena of Myr, in the books Cersei is 33/4 and Taena is 22/23. And going by show, their ages go +10 so essentially Cersei would be 43 and Taene 33), but I won’t go any younger than the younger party listed above. But considering Armistice’s main has her anywhere between 33 and 35, going up there isn’t really anything off board. She would totally date a beautiful woman in her forties or fifties. (I mean have ya’ll have SEEN Lena Headey and Robin Wright, right?) But going down, I don’t see her going anywhere younger than 25.(granted someone who is 24 could very well TELL Armistice in her canon verse to have sex with them and she will have to do it, but please ask me first, and it’s the mun’s prefs there with the limit of 25.)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

I stay true to the fact that Armistice likes to go out and have fun on the weekends. She is a lesbian, so I’m strict with making sure that her partners are only ladies. So she could very well have a fling with any and all ladies, but when it comes to actual development of whatever may be their feelings? Everything always depends on chemistry.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:

I’m always trying to be safe and making sure that things get tagged properly, especially on this aspects where people like to blacklist it. So if kissing gets a bit steamy? It’s getting tagged. nudity? tagged. humans presenting nipples? tagged.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Well lets see. There is all of the ladies from @dierationem , and her beautiful oc @braccati , and @dcathbringer of course, @drdumaurier and Sofía from @bewareofpity ,  and Maria with @soldierunderfire , and Ari with @epheemere , and she is hitting on  @saliberte , and my favorite pirate queen @paddyfuck , and then my Armistice has slept with two Cersei’s, mine and my gf’s @cerseilionesslannister , there is @tuppencetrinkets ‘s clementine and lbr she’s going to hit on your oc’s my friend, and then @poisonoustouch ‘s Clementine and the pending things there. and Armistice has fallen accidentally for @kaerinio and @pyremother , (listen i don’t make the rules), and @tartareus ‘s beautiful Theresa!!! I’m sure im forgetting some ladies but i love- all of our things. okay bye.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Well, yes and no. Yes, you CAN ask me, because if your lady ain’t straight and chilling in a bar. She’s gonna get hit on. One could ask for a fling from Armistice, because lets be honest, Armistice likes sex. But we could also do several other things, it doesn’t have to be just this. She’s also a cop in her default human verse, there are several different ways of mean. ( I MEAN C”MON? MODERN HANARYO HANDCUFFS ARMI TO HER PORCH? ANGELA AND ARMI MET WHILE ARMISTICE WAS A WAITRESS. BEDELIA RAN ARMISTICE OVER WITH HER CAR.)

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

I love shipping. I like ships. Armistice is a seeker of her soulmate beneath that tough exterior. And it’s so nice having a muse that’s easier to plot with.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Give me all the ships.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Well, 95% of the time I will only ship with that one version of the muse. That’s it. In my head there are CANON based starting grounds for all muses, and that includes duplicates. (ex. Armistice wants to kill Wyatt, so all Dolores’s Armistice will try to fight, or all Hector’s will be her friend, or all Teddy’s will get a snubbed nose from her, or all Logan’s will get Sheriff Armistice. These have nothing to do with ships, just that ever characters gets default settings that let us start from scrap. Everything I do is original and stays original to the AU that is built between me and the other person, I don’t copy things and pull them over.) So yes, and no.

WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Well. Armistice x Hanaryo for sure, Maeve x Hector, the BROTP between Armistice & Hector. (note how in platonic ships i use & instead of X ) , Theresa x Bernard, Dolores x Teddy (fight me), Dolores x Angela, Angela x Armistice, Clementine x Armistice, Musashi x Akane, the list goes on.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Send me an ask, smack Armistice’s butt, be a lady who likes ladies, hit on her, make us a starter, smack me in the face. Just say please.

tagged by: @tartareus & @poisonoustouch tagging: whoever wants to! i’m not sure who has done it and who hasn’t.

[creepyleech]

I’ll take Beverly and Gideon.

Can you imagine how insufferable Hannibal would be if he was high? That bitch would be at Peek Pretentiousness, talking about a bunch of phylosofical stuff when I’m just trying to ✨vibe✨.

Will would be MOODY AS FUCK. He’d be that one person in the hit circle who’s like “Did you guys hear that? I think that window moved. Hey, are we missing someone? I feel like we’re missing someone.”

Margot wouldn’t say shit, she’s just be off on her own staring at stuff. Alana would be a buzz kill. Bedelia would be Hannibal 2: Pretentious Strikes Back. I can’t stand Pryce and Zeller when I’m sober, let alone high. Freddie would try to psych ppl by saying weird shit to give you a bad trip. Chiyo would be in the other corner, just like Margot. And that bee lady would 100% kill me to make human weed butter.

Bev is a bro, she’s just chill with you and watch funny YouTube videos. And Gideon would absolutely just vibe with whatever we were doing. He’s just happy to be there.

[k-s-morgan]

A crazy fangirl here. I sometimes wonder how difficult Will really is and every time I watch I keep adding some negative traits to him. In the current rewatch of season 3 my boyfriend is watching with me and he suddenly said he thinks Will indirectly 'knew' Molly-Wally could be harmed. Sadly I could see some truth to it and I am now finding Will less relatable. How far can he go ? Harm Alana's kid ? Who is more dangerous between the Hannigram duo ? And what's the line of difference between them

Ooh, I relate to this so much! Will is endlessly frustrating, and I found him more and more terrifying with each my re-watch. I definitely consider him more dangerous in his and Hannibal’s duo. Hannibal has a system, Will doesn’t. He technically prefers to be a righteous killer, but he harms and sacrifices innocent people so easily, without even blinking, that I get a feeling he could do literally everything for reasons unclear. The reason why Hannibal appears more violent and terrifying is that he has fully embraced himself and enjoys his life as a murderer. Will keeps struggling and tries to pretend to be good, but the more he does that, the more hypocritical he looks. 

Let’s take even Randall as an example - sure, he attacks Will and he’s far from being a good person, but the point is the same. Will kills him brutally, deliberately choosing to discard his gun and use his hands. He beats him until Randall is incapacitated and then still snaps his neck. He admits to Hannibal that he’s never felt as alive as when killing him. He admits to himself how much he enjoyed it later on and calls it his design. He stores his meat and brings it to Hannibal to eat even though there is no need for it, Hannibal already trusts him completely. 

He toys with Chiyoh just out of curiosity - he’s cold and creepy in their scenes. He sets her up to kill or be killed without even knowing whether her tortured prisoner is guilty. And then by Digestivo, in yet another (hopefully final) cycle of denial, Will basically says, “No, I’m actually not a bad person - unlike you, I just tolerate darkness, I don’t delight in it.” That’s infuriating because it invalidates the death of people he murdered, the suffering of those he hurt. His violence toward Chilton is chilling because this is not something anyone could see coming. Will is growing more and more chaotic because he keeps his darkness leashed for too long in an effort to pretend to be normal. When he sets up all those officers in TWOTL to be killed by Francis, he also shows zero remorse - he even casually lifts the gun off one of them.

Now, the whole Molly and Walter thing... first, Will is a terrible person for even dragging them into his world in the first place (though of course I love him dearly). If he really wanted to try living a normal life, he had to make an actual effort. No marrying the first woman he met, the woman he lies to through his teeth, the woman whose “I love you” he doesn’t bother to return and who he doesn’t want to interact with the second she raises the topic he finds personally uncomfortable. He had to make sure he can keep himself stable, that he can live without being tempted to go back to Hannibal and darkness. But he rushed into marriage and just 3 years later, he resumed his Becoming. Molly deserved so much better.

With the attack, the interpretation that a part of Will knew Hannibal might target Molly and Walter is definitely valid. Personally, I don’t have a strong “yes” or “no”position on it - I think @hannibalized introduced great points about it before, but in short, it may indeed seem so. Hannibal gives Will such clear hints that even my mother, who’s usually oblivious to double-talk, kept asking me how on earth Will didn’t get it. Like...

Will: Tell me who [the killer] is.

Hannibal: I don’t know who he is. When you close your eyes, Will... is that your family you see?

[Will scoffs at this.]

Will: Do you know who they are? 

Hannibal: Yes. 

Will: And you're willing to let them die. 

Hannibal: They're not my family, Will. And I'm not letting them die. You are.

These are huge hints, and since Will is supposed to be an excellent profiler - more than that, a profiler who understands Hannibal intimately, it’s strange that he didn’t even suspect anything. Maybe a part of him subconsciously wanted proof that Hannibal is in love with him - since he goes to Bedelia with his question right after the attack. Maybe he wanted reassurance that the passion is still there. Maybe he even wanted an excuse to abandon Molly and Walter (and he does it very easily an episode later). 

Ultimately, I don’t think Will consciously wanted it - he seems genuinely infuriated by the attack, but it’s possible that “the enemy inside him” secretly hoped for such outcome. With Alana’s child, again, everything’s possible. I didn’t think Will would be ready to hunt her and Margot down, but Bryan and Mads (or Hugh, still didn’t get my notes) said he will join Hannibal in this, so there is that. So I don’t think Will would hurt the child, but I also can’t deny it’s possible. Will is very, very unpredictable.   

[hanniba1]

god imagine if molly ever saw will. like really Saw him the way hannibal did, through the veil. if she saw the man who had bitchy jealous therapy sessions with bedelia. the same man who calculatingly placed a hand on chilton’s shoulder. the same man who talked face to face with the killer who was just sent to kill her and her son and plotted with him? i honestly don’t think she would recognize him. it gives me chills to think about. “if i go, i’ll be different when i come back” YA THINK