#forever thinking about each according to its kind by chaparral_crown

[daisies-on-a-cup]

honestly guys i am such a sucker for southern will graham. i need his southern lick to come out when he's comfortable around people, i need him to call his dad 'daddy' and for him to be his daddy's boy and not his son (its meant to be endearing), i need him to have a poor man's stew that's half gravy that he grew up on, i need him to know how to make a really good chicken fried steak, i need him to own some mud boots, i need him to dip his head slightly when he says ma'am or sir, i need him to call freddy missy in a really sarcastic voice, i need him to have an older grandmothery figure back in his old neighborhood that sends him care packages and taught him how to make the best sweet tea this side of the united states

i need will graham to have southern in his veins, its so important to me...

[cgsf]

My favorite quotations from some of my favorite Hannibal fanfiction.

From "each according to its kind" by chaparral_crown:

“I think of you constantly,” says Hannibal like its a curse, unintentionally honest.

From "A psalm from the book of lies" by cicak:

...it is torture and bliss and Hannibal would likely confess a few minor crimes now if Will had the temerity to ask.

From "Mass of the Traitor" by Canis_cosmos:

Or is he supposed to become tidally locked; Mercury, too close to the sun to have its own rotation, forever dazzled as it gazes at the star at the centre of its universe.

From "The Stress-Sex Connection" by Shotgun_sinner:

“No spanking or… choking. No tying me down and… I don’t know, torturing me. No weird shit. Consensual sex, no… BDSM. I don’t want you cutting me or… being a fucking cannibal about it.”

From "haunt strange, far places" by chaparral_crown:

Into Hannibal’s hand falls multiple mouthfuls of watery broth, vegetables, and shreds of pinkish-white flesh. A bowl full. A pot full. More than an 18 year old could eat in a day. Will is miserable with heaving it all. Amongst it also, the small white bones of children's incisors. The broth falls quickly out, trickling across the bedsheets, but the teeth and the meat, they stay trapped in the palm lines of his hand and in the wet folds of Will's sleep shirt, smelling of baking spices, orange peel, and stomach bile.

From "Minestra Riscaldata" by whiskeyandspite:

"Your words were an illumination, spoken in the covenant of a very particular trust."

From "The Widespread Delusion of Love" by SpicyReyes:

“You were never interested in the version of me I chose to present, not even the one I’d built for you. You demand nothing less than my whole and true self, and I am compelled to give it to you, whatever it may mean for me.”

From "Bright Hair About the Bone" by MissDisoriental:

In some of his bleakest loneliest moments, Will can even believe that there’s no greater way to demonstrate regard than those three small words, surpassing even love itself. I see you. As if love is just a pale and unconvincing counterfeit of perception: of the acceptance and awareness that comes from being seen.

[lettersfromthelevant]

#forever thinking about each according to its kind by chaparral_crown#i reread that all the time its just so good#beau graham you are everything to me

honestly guys i am such a sucker for southern will graham. i need his southern lick to come out when he's comfortable around people, i need him to call his dad 'daddy' and for him to be his daddy's boy and not his son (its meant to be endearing), i need him to have a poor man's stew that's half gravy that he grew up on, i need him to know how to make a really good chicken fried steak, i need him to own some mud boots, i need him to dip his head slightly when he says ma'am or sir, i need him to call freddy missy in a really sarcastic voice, i need him to have an older grandmothery figure back in his old neighborhood that sends him care packages and taught him how to make the best sweet tea this side of the united states

i need will graham to have southern in his veins, its so important to me...