#mysterious hrab anon

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

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Think I walked in at the wrong time, but I do have a word of advice!

Do not kill people. It is almost always not worth it! :)

(maybe shouldn't have put a smile after that but oh well)

-mha

I want to sound reassuring and like I agree with you, but everything I've typed to answer this so far just sounds corny and/or blasé. So, uh, yeah.

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

Hello Clear! How are you doing? :D

-mha

omg mysterious hrab anon. i’m good i’m thinking about how hrab probably keeps track of how many legs he’s had and how many will’s eaten. maybe he has a lil mental spreadsheet. or a real spreadsheet idk im not a crab. anyways how are you

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

This is actually terrifying

Discussing hrab anon's identity with the moots

[clownkissersinternational]

I would like to say I love your drawings! Anything with Will Graham fishing especially gets me, and your drawings perfectly express the situations you draw! <3

-mha

is it too soon to say i hrab you?

@mysterious-hrab-anon

[stranded-labyrinth]

For your consideration:

Will falling asleep in the living room with his glasses on

-mha

hello, mysterious hrab anon. pleasure to make your acquaintance :]

i'm honestly not sure if this was meant to be a writing prompt or just something for me to post about, but i treated it as a writing prompt :] hope you enjoy!

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It wasn’t a particularly long evening. Perhaps that made it worse.

He was offered an invite. He was told he was perfectly able to go, to tag along, to socialize. But he didn’t want to. He wasn’t ready to mingle with the masses the way Hannibal could, so of course, he opted to sit and mope at home all on his lonesome.

Ever the attentive husband, Hannibal vowed to return home at a reasonable hour, refusing to keep Will waiting for long.

“For long” was beginning to have a much narrower definition.

Nothing made him feel pettier than his own impatience. It clawed under his skin much deeper these days, shedding him of his already limited capacity for politeness and reducing him to something he was ninety percent sure his husband would eat were it coming from anyone else.

And yet Hannibal, ever patient, ever understanding of everything about Will, didn’t bat an eye at it. He instead filled the painful cracks with smooth reassurances, swiftly buffing out the harsh exterior Will threw up in defense. After all, why would Hannibal of all people be offended that Will craves his presence?

Apparently there was some kind of reason, because he was approximately two hours beyond what Will would deem “returning at a reasonable hour”.

Will resorted to pacing, trying to get off that restless energy. Except he wasn’t quite restless, was he? No, as a matter of fact, he was dead tired. Only he was restless, after all. God, he didn’t even know what he was feeling anymore. All he knew was that he should’ve seen this coming. Hannibal wasn’t the type to cut people off at a social event so he could get the fuck home where he belongs and– 

Will scrubbed his hands over his face, wondering where his glasses went, and wondering if his strained eyes had anything to do with how agitated he felt.

He never did well with pain of any kind, after all.

Marching off back to their room– Yes, their room, and he wasn’t going back there without him– Will saw that he had managed to leave his glasses on his nightstand, and plucked them off to place them back on his face. He looked at the time.

9:03PM.

He felt…uniquely empty, in that moment. It wasn’t late, as far as the types of social gatherings Hannibal usually attended go, and yet Will had somehow anticipated him home sooner and so he never ate dinner and now he was tired and hungry and just wanted to crawl into bed where he knew he wouldn’t get any sleep anyway without Hannibal there.

God, he felt like one of his strays. Separation anxiety was not a good look for him.

But he had to rest. He couldn’t go to bed, and he couldn’t do anything else, but every part of his body was aching for him to rest.

He’d been sitting on that damn couch for hours, so he knew he couldn’t get any proper rest there, otherwise he would’ve been asleep by then.

Not without him.

He sighed, his hand coming to scrub and twist at his lower face in irritation. Hannibal always found unique ways to make him feel pathetic, even when he wasn’t trying to.

Will went out into the hall, dragged himself to the foyer, and grabbed one of Hannibal’s coats.

Will was shocked he didn’t wear it out that evening. Well, sort of, it wasn’t all that cold out earlier and he could definitely survive in just his suit. But evenings got chilly, so unless he grabbed a different coat that day, Hannibal was in for an uncomfortable way home.

Will hated that he felt like the man deserved it.

He ran his thumbs along the fabric he was unintentionally bunching in his hands. It was soft, something made of black fleece with obnoxiously large buttons, the interior a dark blue and green plaid.

Will huffed, smiling involuntarily. It was perfectly Hannibal.

And he made his way back to the living room.

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He opened the front door as quietly as he could, unsure if Will had already gone to bed at this hour.

For once, he hoped not. 

Normally he would insist on a normal bedtime for the man, considering how early Will often rose. This time around, however, he knew that he had promised Will that he’d return home at a reasonable hour, and it only dawned on him when he left the gathering that this may very well not be a reasonable hour in Will’s mind. 9:34PM wasn’t horrible, but it also wasn’t great.

His apologies were few and far between, but he meant them, and he would mean this one.

He placed his keys in the little dish he kept in the foyer, sighing as the home’s heat drew into his skin. He’d made the foolish mistake of not taking into consideration what the nighttime temperatures would be, and though usually speaking it wouldn’t be deemed all that cold, remaining in it for long periods of time was far from comfortable, especially compared to the nice warm outdoor air from earlier.

He found himself wishing that he’d brought one of his favorite coats, especially with how wonderfully it paired with that evening’s suit.

A coat that, as he turned to the rack, seemed to have gone missing.

That was bizarre.

Will was the one who was home, he thought as he made his way through the house. He would have to ask him where–

He entered the threshold of the living room, and he nearly felt his heart seize.

Will was curled up on the edge of the couch, his glasses tilted to the point of nearly falling off of his face, Hannibal’s fleece coat draped over him like a blanket.

Every time Hannibal thought he couldn’t fall deeper in love, Will surprised him once again. He couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than that experience.

Will began to stir slightly, instinctively pulling the coat tighter to himself. Hannibal frowned. The poor thing must have remained in his sleepwear, which Hannibal knew not to be very much at all. He must be cold.

Removing his suit jacket, Hannibal approached, draping it gently on top of the fleece coat.

Will took a breath, inhaling the fresh scent of Hannibal, and relaxed.

Hannibal, saving this moment in a special place in his mind palace to draw later, carefully removing Will’s glasses to set on the end table beside him, and going through his mental catalogue of potential gift ideas, made his way into the kitchen.

Hannibal was far from stupid, he knew that Will wouldn’t have cooked for himself if he was waiting. Perhaps the scent of food would gently wake his darling up, and after getting some food into him, they could have at least one good conversation before bed.

He knew they would both like that.

[its-the-ratdawg]

it’s true I’m nourished at the very sight of mha -mwa

CONFIRMATION AT LAST. @mysterious-hrab-anon you need to see this. It’s literally canon

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

No EVERYONE needs to read this

MYSTERIOUS HRAB ANON BLOG!!!!! HELLO NOW I GET TO SEND YOU ASKS. HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED. spinning tables with lots of legs even. hm, say, the number of legs a crab might have

You have a very fair point Clear!

Now tell me Clear, is this chair in Hrab's office? Does Hrab have an office?

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

I love that we as the Hannibal fandom are fucking up Tumblr tags with Hrab, because quite a few people tag their interactions with Mysterious Hrab Anon as mha and that is definitely a tag that is mostly used for the fandom My Hero Academia. I hope those poor anime fans are so confused when they're scrolling through the mha tag, and I hope they are ultimately enlightened by what they might read from us.

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

I'm cooking up a little something for you all :)

A less isolating and one sided way of communication

-mha

MYSTERIOUS HRAB ANON BLOG?? 👀👀👀

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

https://www.tumblr.com/super-who-locked-me-in-here/724475318491054080/if-you-reblog-suck-his-cock-post-itll-be-the-666?source=share

No problem 😎

-mha

Sucking your hrock if you care

[ghostdrinkssoup]

I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

me after discovering what hrab is 😟

[clear-what-i-was-seeing]

Hey! Long time no see! How have you been doing?

-mha

mha hello!! i am good i've been writer's blocking but there is a book about crustaceans and perhaps that will inspire me. how are you mysterious hrab anon? swimming along?

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

I have a note in my phone that just says "Hug superwholock" (referring to you) I can't remember why, but I hope you like hugs!

-mha 🦀🦞

That's literally so sweet. I'm hugging you back.

[ghost-mctoast]

Oh my gods I'm crying tysm @its-the-ratdawg 😭😭😭

Wahh this'll take a while

@hannibalussy @corpsebod @cockmotif @cecelovesrats @dreamed-itself-waking @ear-motif @ghostdrinkssoup @honeygrahambitch @hcnnibal @hannibalhadalittlelamb @lustcannibalism @lectercunt @mysterious-hrab-anon @petrowriting @prisonhannibal @stranded-labyrinth

I know I missed some I love literally all of you ❤️❤️ thanks for brightening my day and dash 💕

I'm gonna try to start a random chain (it probably won't work because I don't have a lot of followers but idc)

Just tag a few blogs u like and hope they awnser until it takes like 3 minutes to get to the bottom of the post lol

@lalaverdecia @meekspoetssociety @dazeddoodles @eighties-toons @leovaldiva3uwu @mythingsandstuff @spiritual-activity @that-thing-on-your-shoe

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

...my lovely mutuals discovered Fat Wang Will Graham Wednesday is a thing

-mha

LMFAO THIS IS GREAT

I recently made a discovery of my own regarding PWWGW because I thought it was something petrowriting said in my server offhandedly, but apparently she got the joke from @lectercunt who isn't super active on here anymore but still celebrates it over on Twitter every week! So now lectercunt and I share custody of Phat Wang Will Graham Wednesday (I take care of it on Tumblr and he takes care of it on Twitter).

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

tell me on anon what you wouldn’t off anon

I am the one and only mysterious hrab anon

-mha

Well played