#hannibal and will.

[slash-aaa]

hannibal understands that will could have killed them, taking the two men over the side of that cliff. perhaps he even had the intention to. and perhaps it would have been the perfect ending to them, to what they are. it certainly would have been poetic. but fate had other plans for them, as did hannibal. their story would not end with them crashing into waves that cracked their bones, nor drowning within the chill of the ocean. hannibal, knowing that they had survived for a reason, had forgiven will even before they had washed up on shore. understanding why he had felt the need to drag the couple over the edge, unknowing of whether they would continue on as they are, or as something entirely new. having spent some time recovering, healing their broken bodies, hannibal had taken will somewhere they would not be found. they hid themselves away for several months, until they deemed it safe to show themselves, though still careful to separate themselves from the men they used to be. this life together was still fairly new, but hannibal, at least, was falling into it easily. everything with will was easy, now.

approaching the other man at their table, hannibal brushes a hand along will's shoulders, one along his back to the other, circling will until hannibal can see sharp features, illuminated in the sun which peeks through satin lined curtains. 'i thought we could go out, this afternoon. i fear we may be getting too comfortable inside of the house,' smirk is given, pointed canines poking at his bottom lip as he does so. 'as much as i may enjoy spending time with you here, venturing out would benefit the both of us,' @shilohgreen.

[eatsinsides]

it's taken time to get to this point. not only were the two men healing from being shot, stabbed, and falling off of a cliff, but they were also getting used to one another as they are now. changed ; not who they used to be. better, in hannibal's opinion, but that opinion didn't mean they could rush things. once he had recovered - once he could actually walk around by himself, cook again, stay awake for several hours without getting exhausted just from sitting up - hannibal settled back into himself, coming to terms with their situation much faster than will was. hannibal couldn't blame him. how were the two men who previously maimed and tried to kill each other going to be domestic? how were they going to hold hands, kiss one another, touch knees under the table? hannibal could see it in their future, and he was patient enough to wait for it.

it was the lingering glances when hannibal rolled up his sleeves, the way will spent just a little too long in the shower after he saw hannibal in a towel, that made hannibal recognize the want in will. something the other man was clearly pushing down, much like he did everything else. oftentimes, hannibal would inhale and smell the need on will, and he had to keep himself from taking will where he sat. the longer it went on, though, the more hannibal began to test will. touching him more intimately, egging him on with certain words, teasing in tone. tonight, will had surprised him with his response. speaking of how much he wanted hannibal, in his own roundabout way. and then, while hannibal had taken a second to be stunned, will had closed the short gap between them and kissed him like he'd die if he didn't.

from there, hannibal took a bit of the control. not enough to cease will's choice fully. he led them toward the bedroom, gave will an opportunity to stop hannibal from taking any clothes off that he wanted to keep on. hannibal sat on the bed, pulling will into his lap, allowing the young man to straddle him - he didn't want will to feel trapped, and so having will atop him instead of the other way around felt like a good place to start. he had to take a moment to admire the man he loved ; hannibal was sure, even in his travels to europe and italy and france, that there wasn't a more beautiful man to exist in this world, or the next. one hand slides into will's hair, fingers curling slightly to keep a loose grip. the other spreads across his ribs, thumb brushing intently at the scars across his chest. 'mylimasis,' hannibal murmurs, shockingly soft, his fingers moving to run along the scar he had given will along his stomach. 'i suppose i will have to pray to whatever god sent you to me, when this is over,' @cravedeeper.

[mi1kw33d-2]

ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

[kittykatninja321]

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

[rocktheholygrail]

oh? 👀

[stupidnpoetic]

[gothicwill]

Still think this is the funniest Hannibal post I’ve ever seen

[becomingvecna]

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

[ad-ee]

Nowadays, people just don’t know how to go on a normal date.

[duchessripper]

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

[bebs-art-gallery]

Art by Arcano XV

[sugaldean]

Tagging this with gay fandoms sorry

There's currently a European proposition to ban conversion practice in Europe

If you're European please sign it

If you're not please reblog

Edit 1: Just in case the previous link doesn't bring you where you need here

Edit 2: It's EU not Europe sorry

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT? there was something about taking control away from another person that caused hannibal great pleasure. with will, in these situations, it felt a bit different. there are times when he wanted will to have whatever he wanted, to take what he needed, even sometimes to control hannibal the way the doctor seemed to want to control everyone else. tonight, hannibal holds a muzzle in his hands. it looks like a small half cage, connected by an adjustable leather strap, the two parts unhooked for now. eyes land on will's, stare blazing, lips quirking. 'you are going to wear it, will,' it isn't a question. not a suggestion. it's stated as a simple fact. he will be wearing it tonight. hannibal takes a few steps forward, standing in front of will now, staring down at him and never breaking eye contact. 'i considered a gag, but i still wanted to see your mouth. even if you'd be unable to use it,' eyes brighten that much more. he holds up the muzzle, expecting will to turn around. 'allow me,' @cravedeeper.

[arkashas]

GOD. still the funniest transition in the show bar none

[vamplire]

HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT