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I Wanna Prove My Love Before I Leave - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: I Wanna Prove My Love Before I Leave

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Based On: The Funeral

Word Count: 984 words

Warning(s): major character death, mention of murder/corpse mutilation

Summary: (Early Season 3) Hannibal sent shockwaves through the lives of everyone he met. The shockwaves he left in Will's life were greater than most.

Author's Note: Here we go! The Yungblud writing challenge has officially started!

YUNGBLUD WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST!

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(Y/n) had been the one to figure out where Hannibal had most likely run off to.

"He has a taste for the extravagant," they had explained. "I don't think he'll deprive himself for long."

Will had been too focused on the scar on their back to hear them the first time. It was so fresh. He wondered if it still hurt. Hannibal had been calculated with him, but (Y/n)... (Y/n) wasn't important to Hannibal like they were to Will.

Their scar was jagged, rough. Heat of the moment. A scene that stained Will's eyelids. (Y/n) had been shoved into the kitchen wall and stabbed in the back. Will had been left on the ground, watching their eyes beg for help as they couldn't form the words. It was a miracle they were alive, never mind walking.

Will wanted to reach out. Run his finger along the scar in some misguided hope of comforting them. But he didn't. He was too scared of hurting them. He had already dragged (Y/n) through more than they had ever deserved.

"Will," (Y/n) said, getting his attention as they pulled on a shirt, covering up the scar. "Are you listening?"

"Sorry," he replied.

(Y/n) sighed. They walked over, scanning his face. "You should get some sleep. We can talk about this in a little bit."

"I don't need sleep."

"Will."

"I'm fine."

"Okay," they muttered. "He said he had a mind palace, right? A construct in his mind?"

Will nodded to them.

"That would need to be constructed from something."

"You think it's a real place?"

"I think it has to start with a real place."

"Find the real place," Wil mumbled. They nodded to him.

That's how the pair ended up walking into the Norman Chapel at Palermo. Italy. (Y/n) had talked about going there once but wasn't sure if they could handle leaving the dogs for that long.

The chapel was being investigated when they finally made it.

A body had been discovered. Mutilated.

Will and (Y/n) almost took turns circling the corpse. A human heart. A gift? An apology? Neither one could decide on its true purpose.

Will sat on the steps in the chapel.

His thoughts were getting twisted around. He couldn't sort through them. (Y/n) tried to help. They were asking all the right questions. Will just couldn't find the right answers.

"It's hard to understand a man that sees himself as more than a man," (Y/n) finally relented.

"What do you mean," Will asked, not looking up from the ground.

"Hannibal sees himself worthy of killing and displaying so many corpses... I refuse to believe that he sees himself as anything less than a god," (Y/n) replied to a question with a question.

Will just shrugged.

(Y/n) could see him deflating. They didn't like seeing him like this. They hated it.

"You'll catch him," (Y/n) said before kneeling in front of him. "I know you will."

"Is that when you disappear," he asked, eyes finally meeting theirs.

(Y/n) bit their lip. "If you don't know, why would I?"

Will's eyes clenched shut as he tilted his head down. He wanted to grab onto (Y/n) like they were an anchor. But he couldn't. (Y/n) hadn't been there for a long time.

They died on that kitchen floor. There was no chance for them. Will stopped sleeping, barely ate. He was weak. A mess. He only started getting better when (Y/n) started showing up again. His personal guiding light.

The dogs spent a whole day after he got home whining at the door. They only had one owner back. Where was the other one? The one will all the treats and the toys.

"I didn't want to let you go."

It came out in a broken voice. Shaking. He tried to hold back his tears.

"You didn't get a funeral," he continued mumbling. "I didn't give you a proper ceremony."

"You would've been the only one there," they replied. "My family rejected me. Most of my friends were dead or in intensive care."

"You were supposed to be my forever," a sob finally broke through. "After Jack and Hannibal and Alana and... all of it... you were always going to be there. What do I do now?"

His eyes found (Y/n)'s.

They were filled with tears. A sad smile graced (Y/n)'s lips.

"I can't do this without you," he muttered. "I can barely live without you."

"It'll get easier."

"Where do I go from here? What's the next step?"

(Y/n) shrugged.

"You were always better at this than me."

"I got you here," they motioned at the chapel. "I wasn't going to leave without helping one last time."

"And now? You're leaving?"

(Y/n) leaned in and kissed him gently. It felt real. If anyone were around, they would've locked the grieving man away. But he didn't care about that risk. He just returned the kiss as passionately as he could, hoping that prolonging it would allow him to hold onto (Y/n) a little while longer.

"I love you," he whispered as (Y/n) pulled away. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

(Y/n) stood up slowly, taking a few steps back.

"Hold a funeral for me after you catch Hannibal," they instructed. "Nothing big. Just at the house. All the dogs. Bring Alana. Maybe Jack. I don't know... dance to those stupid CDs that I insisted on keeping. Let me go. Properly."

Will nodded.

"I love you, Will Graham. This wasn't your fault."

Will watched (Y/n)'s face contort in pain as their body tried to arch away from the knife. Blood dripped to the ground. (Y/n)'s lifeless body started to fall to the ground.

Will closed his eyes for a moment before it landed.

When he opened them again, there was no blood. No body.

(Y/n) was gone.

Forever.

And Will was going to have to find a way to get used to that.

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Author's Note: I made myself sad.

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Chapter 6: Ouch! That Hit me Right in the Feelings

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✎ Wilbur x GN!Reader

✎ Word count: 1.7K

✎ Summary: Y/n and Wilbur learn two important lessons 1) Sand makes for some shitty bedding 2) Feelings are annoying as hell

✎ Warnings: Just some swearing and talk of a fire (Campfire), oh and for clarification the short film Y/n is filming isn't for their application for NYU but for NYU's film school because that is their deciding factor for if they go there or not

✎ Nothing much else to say except please don't ever take the summaries before each of the bucket list chapters very seriously because they are just kinda a joke. Also if anyone noticed I've changed from a DSMP/MCYT only blog into a multifandom blog because my hyperfixations change and while I still plan on writing for MCYT's I also have a new series planned for a different fandom just to try new things

……Friday After School……

“Dad, can you come to the beach with us and help us set up?” Wilbur asked while the two were packing as Phil had no faith in Wil packing enough for himself.

“No you gotta learn how to do it yourself son,” Phil said ruffling Wil’s hair while reaching for the plastic utensils from the counter behind him packing them into the bag. Philza was a big adventure person so Y/n and Wilbur were relying on him to make sure they were ok. Their local beach was a nice place for teens to hang out on during the summer but was less active during the school year. It was the perfect time for a ‘spontaneous’ camping trip.

“Alright fine I’ll get Techno to help me,” Wilbur responded but before either of the two even saw him, Techno muttered a no before walking out of the kitchen where the two were packing up the bags. Wil had just finished packing up his sleeping bag while his dad grabbed the tent from the basement.

“You ready to help me make the best short film that the Kanbar Institute of Film and Television has ever seen,” Y/n said, dropping their bags onto the kitchen table holding up their camera to capture Wilbur’s packing.

“Lovely to see you too Y/n,” Wilbur laughs as he looks up at their face, “Oh and hello people of the world,” He waved to the camera and Y/n giggled a bit.

“Are you almost done packing?” Y/n asked and Wil nodded

“Yeah Dad’s just grabbing the tent from the basement,” and as if on cue Phil had walked into the kitchen with a larger green bag in his hands.

“Hello there Y/n, make sure Wil doesn’t do anything stupid for me, yeah?” He asked handing the bag off to Wilbur who was putting it onto his back so that he could load it into the car.

“You know I always do,” Y/n saluted Phil as they walked out the door loading their bags into the car's trunk and backseat. Their car ride went by in a breeze and as did most of the night. They had set up camp around the far left of the beach to the spot they loved. Where their family would spend 4th of July’s and other obscure holidays. They were sitting in folding sports chairs roasting marshmallows and talking to the camera on a tripod that Y/n had set up earlier for some time lapse shots. The two were making smores and while Y/n was trying their best for golden brown Wilbur had given up a long time ago opting to lett his catch on fire.

“No because like I’m pretty sure I could take micropachycephalosaurus in a fight,” Y/n laughed as they were reaching for the box of graham crackers, “Ok here's my reasoning, A) the micropachycephalosaurus was a herbivore so I wouldn’t have to worry about it eating me and B) those things weren’t even four feet tall I could literally step on it.”

“Y/n, Darling, I’m so sure that if we were to run into a dinosaur no matter how short it is or how dumb it’s name is, we would both freak out and run away, we aren’t that brave.” Wilbur responded in a saccharine sweet voice to cover up the minor insult. Y/n giggled and tossed a piece of chocolate at him. He quickly ducked out of the way and the chocolate landed in the sand.

“You know this reminds me of our first bucket list item,” Y/n laughed before biting into their smore, not knowing if the sweetness came from the marshmallow or the boy sitting across from them.

“Oh yeah, smores on your stove top, I remember that. Seems like a lifetime ago doesn't it?” Wil asked and Y/n laughed softly nodding their head. “Feels so tame compared to the things we are going to have to do,”

“Is it weird that in a few days it’s gonna be over?” Y/n questioned

“What do you mean love?”

“This whole crazy adventure will end after three more tasks, one of them that feels nearly impossible. Then we are just finished, it’s like we have nothing tying us together anymore. What happens to us after we finish this list, what happens to our friendship,” even though Y/n had phrased it as a question Wil knew they didn’t actually want an answer. What Wil couldn’t understand was the pain he felt when Y/n had called him a friend, why did that word hurt him he knew he would always want to be their friend. He reckoned his silence was going on for too long when Y/n started talking again. “Sorry that got all sad I guess being this happy only makes you stop and think about what happens next,”

“Well then don’t think about the next, we are here right now and we are about to have the worst nights sleep ever so own it,” And just like that Wilbur knew just what to say to ease the tension and fill up the night with endless giggles.

……Saturday 5 pm…….

Wilbur had gotten home from the library with Sally about an hour ago and he and Y/n had already planned to call each other to continue planning their last week of adventures. As per usual Wil was sat on the floor at his desk with a picture of the list pulled up on his phone and other papers scattered around him. Techno was seated on his bed typing something onto his computer trying to drown out the loud teens.

“Ok so my next thing is that doing three things this week isn’t crazy but logically I can’t finish editing a short film in less then a day. What were we thinking because in order to finish this film we needed to complete number 17, right?” Y/n said referring to number 18 of the list: Finish Y/n’s short film

“Well, and I’m not asking you this to be mean I’m asking because I know you but, have you started editing your short film at all. You don’t need everything filmed to at least start working on it,” Wil asked, knowing Y/n probably hadn’t even finished uploading the old videos from their camera to their computer.

“Shit, you’re totally right I’ll start in a sec but one more question. How do I finish this short film before you turn 18 because if it’s not done then we technically didn’t complete the bucket list before we turned 18, and it’s not like I have the whole day before to edit with prom and everything?” Y/n asked, feeling a little upset at the idea of getting so close but failing.

“You’re right that’s a little more complicated,” Wil said before the two sat in silence thinking of an idea before Wilbur’s face lit up. “Here’s an idea: what if you bring your computer stuff to prom and just leave it in your date's car. When we go to- When we complete number 17 we can transfer the stuff into my car,” Wilbur huffed, thankful he didn’t accidentally let their plan slip. While Wilbur wasn’t one for holding a grudge it was always a better feeling to prove your twin brother wrong then anyone else.

“You know that’s actually not a horrible idea. I have a power source to plug my laptop into and I don’t need that much equipment to edit. Wilbur, you are a genius!” Y/n shouted excitedly, they both heard Techno snort a bit when Y/n had called him a genius but besides Wil sticking his tongue out at him, they had chosen to ignore him. “Oh also speaking of dates we both don’t have one yet, and especially now with this plan it could be easier if we go together. You know as friends of course!” Y/n’s stomach had swarmed with butterflies asking this question. They had wanted Wil to ask them to prom before but now was a better time than ever, especially with the added excuse that it was because of the bucket list. Wil’s face turned red as he scratched the back of his neck and even Techno could be seen in frame of Wilbur’s webcam awaiting his answer out of interest.

“So about prom dates, well actually earlier today Sally and I were talking and she had said she hadn’t got a date then I had said I didn’t have a date and well, she asked me if I wanted to go with her. And I said yes because I didn’t think it would matter much. I’m so sorry if I would have known you were going to ask me I wouldn’t have told her I would go with her,” Y/n was sure that WIlbur would have kept rambling if they hadn’t cut him off. While they felt their heart breaking they didn’t have it in their heart to be mad at him. Wilbur wasn’t being a dick on purpose he was just being an oblivious idiot that Y/n had come to love.

“Don’t worry about,” They said giggling a bit and his antics, “Please, it makes number 17 even better if we have dates to prom. Well if atleast one of us has a date, just promise me you’ll still hang out with me,” Wilbur nodded his head that's when Techno joined the conversation from behind Wilbur

“You know I wasn’t planning on going to prom but Dad made me buy a ticket just in case. I’ll take you,” Techno said from behind Wil causing both of the teens on call to be a little shocked. Techno hated school functions, they just weren’t his thing. But Techno loved Y/n as his own sibling and would hate to see them upset during such an important day for them.

“Wait really,” Y/n couldn’t believe it as this was out of character for the boy. Y/n knew he was an amazing human but he just wasn’t the kind to go to prom so that fact that he even got one was crazy.

“Yeah, as long as I can get the car I’m in, I’ll take you to prom,”

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Dolce

3x06

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k 

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, blood, drugs  

Author’s Note: I don’t want to leave Florence :( but i do be missing the dogs 

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 

Official Episode Summary: Jack seriously doubts Will's loyalties as the two renew their alliance. Mason Verger plots Hannibal Lecter's capture, while Lecter plans for his final stand.

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Hannibal sat in the bathtub. His head leaned against the side of it. Bedelia sat beside him. She wrung a sponge over his broken, beaten and cut body. Hannibal's eyes landed on hers and his pain saw you, wishing that you were there. He had been waiting for you and Will to arrive, wishing that it was going to happen. He wanted it to be you cleaning his wounds. 

He needed it to be you cleaning his wounds.

His wish to have you come with him in the first place that was so strained he didn’t even realize the severity of it until just that moment. In pain, bleeding, sensing the end of something.

-

Jack Crawford looked at the dead body of Pazzi. It was being carted off by the police, the duck tape still pressed onto his face. Jack was tired. He had gotten a few scratches from his fight with Hannibal but none as severe as Hannibal’s. 

Will walked up to Jack. Jack saw him out of the corner of his eye and situated himself toward his former colleague. 

“He’s wounded and worried.” You emerged from the crowd behind Will and gave Jack a simple look. Both of you were scratched up. Dried blood covered Will’s forehead and there was a scratch on your cheek. You both clearly had been through something but Jack had not time to ask. 

“Hannibal doesn’t worry. Knowing he’s in danger won’t rattle him any more than killing does,” Will said. The three of you looked into the Atrocious Torture Exhbiit, the place where Hannnibal and Jack had fought it out. 

“If Rinaldo Pazzi decided to do his duty as an officer of the law, he could have detained Dr. Fell and determined very quickly that he was Hannibal Lecter. Would have taken thirty minutes to get a warrant,” Jack said solemnly. 

“All those resources were denied to Pazzi. Once he decided to sell Hannibal, he became a bounty hunter,” Will stated. You scoffed.

“Serves him right. Mason Verger is trying to capture Hannibal himself for purposes of personal revenge. I've often wanted to use my own resources to drop him in his pig's den,” you muttered. 

“Have you told la polizia they’re looking for Hannibal Lecter?” Will asked Jack.

“They’re motivated to find Dr. Fell inside the law. Knowing who he is..and what he’s worth, will just coax them out of bounds.” 

“It would be a free-for-all,” Will pointed out. 

“And Hannibal would slip away.” Jack paused. Both you and Will were facing opposite directions, looking at different artifacts. “Would you slip away with him?” 

You and Will shared a look. 

“Part of me will always want to,” Wil said. 

“You have to cut that part out,” Jack argued. 

“You aren’t FBI anymore Jack. You can’t tell either of us what to do,” you sneered. You believed that. Jack had no bearings over your feelings for Hannibal. You were annoyed he thought he had any. 

“So you’ll go with him to jail?” Jack asked. You faced him completely. 

“If I had come with him to Florence he wouldn’t be going to jail.”

“And that’s what you want?” Jack challenged. You stepped forward to him.

“I hate to see you win Jack.”

“You had him. He was beaten. Why didn’t you kill him?” Will asked, stepping in. Jack, eyes still on you, considered it.

“Maybe I need you to.” 

-

Hannibal looked out the window. He was wearing a cozy sweater, cuddling into it for the last glimpse of hope he may get before a cage. He sketched into his book. Memories of Florence. 

“I want to be able to draw these streets from memory. I want to be able to draw the Palazzo Vecchio and the Duomo,” Hannibal said whimsically. Bedelia approached him and took the book from his hand.

“You won’t be coming back here for a very long time,” she whispered.

“Memories of Florence will be all I have. Florence is where I became a man. I see my end in my beginning.” 

“All of our endings can be found in our beginnings. History repeats itself and we can’t escape it,” Bedelia stated, turning into the home. Hannibal glanced at the small suitcase. Hsi coat was draped over it. 

“You packed lightly,” he stated. 

“I packed for you.” She paused a moment and off his questioning look, moved forward. “This is where I leave you. Or more accurately, where you leave me.”

Hannibal nodded slowly. His eyes scanned from the suitcase to her eyes. In essence he was aware he was giving up his Florence hope of you and him. He was aware that he was saying goodbye to Bedelia and also your alternate self. 

In hopes to see you again, perhaps for real this time.

-

Bedelia put a needle carefully on her table. She saw the face of Chiyoh in the back of her mirror and turned around simply, confused at her presence. 

“You must be looking for Hannibal Lecter. One of his patients?” she questioned. 

“No, not a patient. Where is he?” Chiyoh asked. Her gun was in her hand delicately. It looked like it weighed a feather. 

“Gone. Seeing how you let yourself in, I hope it’s not too forward to ask, who the hell are you?”

“Family,” Chiyoh landed on. 

“Ah. You’ve come a long way from home,” Bedelia pointed out. 

“Who are you?” 

“I’m his psychiatrist.” Chiyoh glanced at the ampoule and needle. Bedelia shrugged.

“Medicinal purposes.” Chiyoh studied her further, her eyes narrowed. 

“You’re like his bird. I’m his bird, too. I met another one, on the train ride here. He puts us in cages to see what we’ll do.”

“Fly away or dash ourselves dead against the bars,” Bedelia suggested. 

“You haven’t flown away.” 

-

Hannibal Lecter looked between the Primavera and his sketchbook. He was drawing it for the thousandth time but this time, in place of the garlanded nymph was your face. In place of pale zephyrus was Will.

Over Hannibal’s shoulder, Will walked into the room. Slowly, the suit that he was wearing suddenly seeming so stuffy. Will’s eyes landed on Hannibal for the first time since Hannibal gutted him. Both men battered and bruised.��

He moved forward and gently laid a hand on Hannibal’s shoulder. Hannibal looked up at Will and smiled, pleased to see him. Will sat down beside Hannibal and for a moment they both absorbed the moment.

“Good to see you,” Will said.

“If I saw you everyday forever, Will, I would remember this time,” Hannibal said as he stared at the man that he loved. They stared at each other for a moment and Will’s smile seemed the brightest thing Hannibal had seen in so long.

“Strange to see you in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven’t been in years,” Will stated.

“To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig,” Hannibal said lightly.

“I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. She wondered if our stars were the same.”

She. 

You. “I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You entered the foyer of my mind and stumbled down the hall of my beginnings.” 

“I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear what I was seeing,” Will explained. 

“Where does difference between the past and the future come from?” Hannibal questioned. 

“Mine? Before you and after you.” He paused. “Yours? It’s all starting to blur. Mischa. Abigail. Chiyoh.” 

“How is Chiyoh?” 

Between both boys shoulders, you emerged. You were wearing a gorgeous dress that you usually wouldn’t have pulled out. You bought it here in Florence. It reminded you of Hannibal. Plus your other clothes were bloodied. You looked just as battered and bruised as they did. 

You all pulled it off with a regal amount of elegance. 

“She pushed us off a train,” you said. Hannibal turned around to see you. The first time you had laid eyes on each other since you had kissed. It was interesting for Hannibal now. He had to double check that Will had heard you too. 

“Atta girl.”

“Ah, it hurt,” you said. You walked around the bench and sat between them. They allowed you enough room. You looked at Hannibal and smiled. He smiled back at you. 

“We have begun to blur,” Will said after a moment more of absorbing.

“Isn’t that how you found me?” Hannibal questioned.

“Even as the possibility of free will dissipates, my experience of it remains the same. I continue to feel and act as though I have it.”

You looked over at Will and then back at Hannibal. You placed your hands on your lap.

“Why did you let Bedelia live?” you asked. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I figured she had been long dead, gone through and out of your digestive system at this point. There should not have been an ounce of her left so imagine my surprise when I see her completely alive. Confused and lying, but alive.” Hannibal looked into your eyes and you understood.

“I think you know why.”

You held your gaze and then had to leave it in fear of getting emotional.

“Every crime of yours feels like one I am guilty of. Not just Abigail’s murder, but every murder streching backward and forward in time,” Will said after a moment. 

“Then what’s left to do? Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they’re the same. No longer seeing you in people who aren’t you Y/N. You are part of his equation just as much as Will and I.” 

You smiled solemnly.

“We’re conjoined. Curious if any of us can survive separation,” you mused. 

“Now’s the hardest test: not letting rage and frustration, nor forgiveness, keep you from thinking.” Hannibal stood up and gestured for you to take his hand. “Shall we?” You took it and stood. Will’s hand was already interlaced between yours, something you did subconsciously when you sat down. 

You all stood.

“After you,” Will muttered. 

Together the three of you left the gallery. Worse for wear but something blossomed in your hearts, something that only the other two could bring out. You had walked only a few steps before Will was shot to the ground.

-

Hannibal held Will close to him, trying to get him into the chair. You stood beside him, helping him take his jacket off. Will winced and fell forward, his chin on your shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” you whispered. Will’s shirt was soaked with blood. It was dripping down his arm from where the bullet wound entered. 

“The bullet is still inside you. This will hurt.” Hannibal took the jacket all the way off and Will watched as Hannibal cut off his shirt. The three of you hadn’t been this close since you were last covered in Will’s blood.

“Chiyoh’s always been very protective of me,” Hannibal said as he looked into the wound.

“Tell her to back the hell off,” you sneered.

“Did she kill her tenant or did you?”

“She did,” Will choked out.

“Excellent.” Hannibal took Will’s knife you didn’t know he had with him, back into his limp hand. “You dropped your forgiveness, Will.” You stared at the blade, bloodied. You caught Will’s eyes. He hadn’t told you he had brought a weapon. “You forgive how God forgives. Would you have done it quickly, or would you have stopped to gloat?” 

“Will?” you whispered.

“Does God gloat?” Will asked.

“Often,” Hannibal answered.

Hannibal moved a sharp needle into Will before you even noticed he had it. Will dropped the blade into Hannibal’s waiting hand. Will passed out. 

Your mouth hung open as your gaze held the knife. You still had your hand putting pressure into Will’s wound but it loosened. 

“I didn’t know,” you whispered, looking up at Hannibal.

“I know,” Hannibal responded. “You wouldn’t have done it anyway. I’m going to dress his wound and get the bullet out. Would you mind waiting in the kitchen? Dinner is almost ready.” 

You were so stunned that you stood up. You felt the pull of needing to be by Will but wondered what he would have done to Hannibal. Would you have gone with it? 

Chiyoh was right.

You were not the kind of girl who followed a man's lead.

You grabbed Hannibal’s shoulder and pulled him up.

“Why are you staying?” 

“Why didn’t you come with me?” 

You stared at each other. 

“I love Will.” 

“The Bloody Valentines.” You scoffed and took the knife from Hannibal’s hands. You threw it off to the side. 

“Will is drugged.” 

“Are you going to drug me Hannibal?” You stared at each other and he kissed you feverishly, the way he had wanted to since you kissed him last. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him for dear life. You hadn’t touched him in so long. 

You pulled away after a moment. 

“I wanted to go,” you whispered. “I regretted now going.” You pulled away and stepped back. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Please fix Will.” 

-

Will’s eyes fluttered open. Hannibal walked into the dining room with a large bowl in his hands. Will had a dish set out in front of him.

“I do not indulge much in regret, but I am sorry to be leaving Italy. There were things in the Palazzo Capponi I would have liked to read,” Hannibal admitted. In from the kitchen came you, holding a different dish. You placed it on the table.

A last dodge attempt at normalcy. 

“I would have liked to play the clavier and perhaps compose. I might have cooked for the Widow Pazzi, when she overcame her grief. I would have liked to show you both Florence.” 

You sat down beside Will and spoon fed him some soup. He looked over at you, confused, doped up.

“The soup isn’t very good,” he slurred.

“It’s a parsley-and-thyme infusion, and more for my sake than yours. Have another sip, let it circulate,” Hannibal explained. Will took another spoon from you. Will and you finally noticed the final place setting at the end of the table. 

“Are we expecting company?” 

-

Hannibal grabbed your arm tightly and stood you up. 

“It will be Jack,” he told you.

You glanced at Will, out of his mind and slowly losing sight. Hannibal was giving you the invitation you had wanted since Jack stepped into Will’s classroom to talk about Garret Jacob Hobbs. 

-

Jack opened the door to Pazzi’s home. He had his gun held up high as he looked around every corner before he stepped forward. Eventually, Will at the end of the table came into view.

He walked forward and up to Will who blinked, focused on Jack and took a deep breath.

“Hannibal’s under the table, Jack,” Will muttered. Before Jack could react you had grabbed him from behind and a blade slashed Jack’s achilles heel. 

Jack dropped hard.

Hannibal turned to you and his gaze softened. 

“You will not join me in prison,” he whispered. Your eyebrows furrowed. He grabbed your arm and shoved a needle into your side. You let out a small, betrayed sigh and passed out.

-

Jack came to and found himself seated opposite Will. 

“I’ve taken the liberty of giving you something to help you relax. Won’t be able to do much more than chew, but that’s all you’ll need to do. I didn’t have an opportunity to ask you during our last encounter, but did you enjoy the exhibition? A different kind of evil minds museum,” Hannibal said to Jack.

“Not so different,” Jack retored. He noticed you were gone from the room. 

“The promoters are failed taxidermists who formerly got along by eating offal from the trophies they mounted things that bring people together.”

“We were supposed to sit down together back in Baltimore...the three of us. And Y/N.” 

“You were to be the guest of honor,” Hannibal said, ignoring the mention of your name. Hannibal poured himself a glass of wine and took a leisurely sip.

“Where…” Will started but he didn’t finish. 

“Jack was the first to suggest getting inside your head,” Hannibal said. “Now be both have the opportunity to chew quite literally what we’ve only chewed figuratively.” 

Hannibal held a bone saw in his hands. Jack suddenly realized what was going on. For a moment, all Jack could think about was what you would say if you were in the room. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” 

Blood trickled down Will’s head despite his protests.

3x07

[theredofoctober]

MANNA preview....

[darling-i-read-it]

Hassun

2x03

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k 

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies

Author’s Note: It is 2am. Second wrench has been thrown. 

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 

Official Episode Summary : As Will's trial begins, his colleagues have to pick a side. The case takes a chilling turn when someone starts recreating the crimes he's accused of.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll​

(not my gif) 

@/theladyaysha made most of these gifs

You stared in the mirror of your home. Your hair wasn’t working with you but with the music in the bathroom you felt a sense of calm. You fixed the bracelet you were wearing and adjusted the jacket you had put on over one of your more formal dresses.

Hannibal looked in his mirror, buttoning up his shirt. This was a day he had presented himself to attend for a while. Although he wasn’t quite sure how it would turn out he was prepared for it. Perhaps.

Will had to look at the bars in his cell and hope that his tie was on correctly. You did his ties and he had never actually properly learned. But he was more worried about how the day was going to go. 

The three of you took a deep breath at seemingly the same time in three different places. 

-

The courtroom was cold. You walked inside and caught the eye of Hannibal who had an empty seat beside him. You wanted to sit next to Alana or someone but you couldn't’ see her. You just didn’t want to sit alone. 

You weren’t sure if it was appropriate but you walked over to him and sat down wordlessly. Hannibal glanced at you but you just held your clutch in your lap, looking forward. You could feel Hannibal look over at you.

“I hope you don't' mind,” you whispered. He shook his head.

“I understand.” 

One of the side doors opened and Will walked in. His eyes looked elsewhere and you wouldn’t blame him if he was off fishing somewhere. He caught your eye and Hannibal’s. He gave you no emotion but you gave him a small reassuring smile. 

  By the time the trail began you were already on edge. Hearing words come out of a ladies mouth, speaking the worst of your boyfriend was something you never imagined you’d do. 

Eventually Jack came out and you leaned against Hannibal, almost involuntarily. Hannibal turned to you a bit but didn’t say anything, perhaps just reading your emotions. 

“Rather than being tormented by the work he did, Will Graham enjoyed the cover his role at the FBI gave him to commit his terrible crimes,” Marion Vega, the lawyer said to the courtroom. You tensed but Will didn’t seem to react. Granted you couldn’t really see his face.

“I don’t believe that to be true,” Jack said. You raised an eyebrow. You turned to Hannibal and he looked equally surprised. 

“Did Jack just say something...sane?” you whispered so only he could hear. Hannibal scoffed quietly.

“Agent Crawford?” Vega asked. 

“Will hated every second of the work. Didn’t fake that. His girlfriend harped on me for weeks and continues to do so. She didn’t fake that. He hated it and I kept making him do it,” Jack stated. You nodded, agreeing despite no one looking at you. 

“Why then, when you gave him the opportunity to quit, did he refuse?” she asked.

“Because he was saving lives. I was warned by more than one person if I pushed Will, I would break him. I put checks and balances in place, then ignored them. And here we are.” You were astonished. 

“Looks like he did hear you,” Hannibal muttered. 

After Jack stepped down everyone started to file out. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk to Will but when his lawyer ushered you over you came happily. 

“Leonard Brauer, you’re the girlfriend yes?” 

“Last I checked.”

“She’s the girlfriend,” Will said, rather stoically. 

“I want you to be prepared to testify. I don’t have you on right now but I’m hoping to get you in to testify for character,” he said. You nodded quickly.

“Anything I can do. I’m working with Alana as best I can,” you said honestly and Brauer nodded as well. 

“That’s much appreciated.” You turned to Will and he met your eyes. You gave him a kind smile.

“I like your hair,” you said. He laughed quietly.

“Thanks. I like your dress.” 

“Thank you.” 

Brauer got handed a package and he started to open it. He dumped it out on the table as you and Will stared at each other and an ear fell out. You were barely surprised.

“You know, if I had a dollar for everytime I saw a severed ear…” you said quietly. 

-

The ear laid in front of you. You were standing beside Hannibal, Bev, Price, Zeller and Jack who all were looking at the ear curiously. 

“One thing’s for sure. Will Graham didn’t do it,” Beverly said. You nodded although no one expected anything else. 

“Although, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Zeller said. You let out a stiff sigh and Hannibal nudged you a little.

“The timing is deliberate, choreographed to drop the ear at the start of Will’s trail,” Jack observed.

“Such a gift has great significance,” Hannibal observed.

“A gift,” you muttered. “Interesting way to put it.”

“From who?” Jack asked.

“Wil claimed someone else committed the crimes he’s accused of,” Hannibal suggested. “It’s what Y/N believes.”

“Will said that someone was you,” Jack whispered.

“Perhaps he was half right,” Hannibal said and you turned to him, glad to hear that. You and Hannibal were not in the best speaking terms right now but you understood you had a common goal. Zeller looked annoyed. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” 

-

Hannibal sat across from Will at a table. 

“It seems you have an admirer,” Hannibal suggested. 

“It seems you kissed my girlfriend and suggested she love us both,” Will said, his voice monotone. 

“Yes.”

“You aren’t going to deny it?”

“I care deeply about you and Y/N. I believe that someone else may have committed these crimes and I believe we may have aligned wishes.” 

“That gives you no right to kiss my girlfriend.” 

The two of them stared at each other. Hannibal noticed that Will did not seem to be angry. He seemed more confused, perhaps even amused.

“That is not the priority here,” Hannibal stated simply. “You got an ear in the mail.” Will nodded.

“Are you assuming I’ve given you permission to continue to pursue Y/N?” 

“Are you?” 

Will was caught off guard a bit but bounced back quickly. 

“I don’t know.” 

A beat of silence.

“How far would you go to help me?” Will asked. 

“It hadn’t occurred to me to send you an ear,” Hannibal said quietly. “But I’m grateful and intrigued that someone has.” 

“Gratitude has a short half-life.”

-

You walked with Hannibal into a charred house. 

“Wanted to give us a warm welcome and still leave something to find,” Jack said as you looked over the dead charred body over antlers. It heavily resembled the pictures that you had seen on your kitchen table, just after the copycat killer stuck. The murder that presumabley Will had done

“An arresting piece of theater,” Hannibal said.

“It’s Will Graham’s greatest hits,” Zeller said.

“Are we addressing the elephant in the room? The charred, mutilated elephant right over there,” Price said. 

“Could we have been that wrong?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“No. We couldn't,” Zeller countered. 

“The evidence we found was immediate and almost presentational. May as well have been gift-wrapped,” Bev said.

“That’s what Will said about Cassie Boyle when she was found in that field. “Field kabuki.””. Jack was having doubts. You could feel it.

“There wasn’t any evidence before Will was apprehended and there hasn’t been any since,” Bev muttered. 

“What impact could this have on Will’s trial?” you questioned. Jack took this and thought about it before a moment. 

“Hopefully a lot of impact.”

-

You stood in the room with Alana, Will and Brauer. 

“I’m confused,” Alana said. “We are-”

“We are heading one direction and now, we are heading another,” Brauer said.

“You’re going to abandon your defense strategy, the entire case you’ve built...mid-trail,” Alana muttered. She turned to you. “You’re okay with this?”

“It makes sense to me.”

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Brauer said, walking over to the table that you were all sitting around. “Not only reasonable, fashionable. There’s a killer on the loose, demonstrating all the hallmarks of Will Graham’s alleged murders. Somebody out there likes you,” he said to Will. 

“This is just because you honestly don't think he did it,” Alana said, only to you.

“I am a woman of my word,” you said. 

“She somehow got it where she wanted, which she does often enough,” Will said and you nodded happily.

“Did you kill someone to do it?” Alana asked sarcastically. 

“No but someone did. Someone who likes Will enough,” you muttered.

“I won’t have to call you in the stand,” Brauer said. 

“Who will be taking the stand in my place?” 

-

Hannibal took the stand. You watched the hope crash and fall before your eyes. The defense was ruled inadmissible and you felt an anger in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a while, if ever.

You stood up as the court was dismissed for the day. You walked up to the judge as Will was taken out. 

“May I talk with you?” you asked. You put on your best girl smile.

“About this case?” 

“Perhaps?” He let out a sigh. He wasn’t supposed to but you were pretty. Perhaps this would go in his way. You tried to look as ditzy as you could as he nodded a little.

“Come to my chambers.”

-  

You couldn’t think. Your hands were bloody and you were shaking. The door behind you swung open and Hannibal stopped in his tracks at the sight he was looking at. 

You, blood on your hands and the bashed in head of the judge. You shook your head and continued to shake, the blood staining your clothes.

“I..I didn’t…” you started but you were such in shock you couldn’t say anything. Hannibal walked forward. He wasn’t going to say that he wasn’t coming to kill this man but seeing you with his dead body was something he was not prepared to think about this afternoon.

“I’m surprised it isn’t Jack Crawford,” he said quietly. You had enough heart to scoff at him. 

“He was gonna kill Will,” you said very quietly. Hannibal nodded and looked down at the body.

“I’m going to clean this. The BAU are going to come and look over a crime scene that I made for this and I’m going to make it look like the man who is recently trying to help Will out. You will not come with me to see the body.”

“I have to. You can’t go without me,” you whispered. Your eyes seemed elsewhere. Hannibal took off his coat and put it over you.

“Wait in my car.” 

-

Forty five minutes later you were in Hannibal’s home, freshly showered and wearing his clothes. You were staring at your hands, trying to figure out how you had killed somebody. Your anger had gotten the best of you but how? Bashing someone’s brain in...you could barely think about it now.

“I want Will,” you pouted, voice breaking. Hannibal walked up to you and sat beside you on the couch.

“You can’t tell him.”

“I have to. I tell him everything,” you said, looking at Hannibal. 

“Don’t tell him this.” 

You shook your head and looked over at Hannibal, still feeling like you were shaking. Hannibal put his arms around you and you put your head on his chest. He held you until you fell asleep.

2x04

[darling-i-read-it]

Roti

1x11

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems 

Author’s Note: Will graham I will die for you any day of the week just text me 

I took lines directly from the script so some may seem familiar. Those sentences are not mine. 

Official Episode Summary : The BAU team searches for Dr. Gideon, who has escaped custody and intends to kill psychiatrists who have profiled him; Hannibal misleads the team in order to get Will and Gideon in the same room; Jack questions Dr. Chilton about Gideon's escape.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

Tag List: @llperfectsymmetryll​

(not my gif)

It was snowing steadily outside when you went to sleep that night. There were a few inches above the ground by the time your consciousness slipped into no man's land. You woke up slowly, looking at the other side of the bed where Will had fallen asleep. The blankets had been kicked off of both of you and you were freezing the second you awoke. 

Will laid on his back, body tense but still asleep. Sweat clung to his gray shirt. He was hot when you grabbed his arm and he instantly woke up, staring at you with scared beady eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whispered and he shook his head looking around to get his bearings. 

“Is this real?” he asked, voice wispy. You nodded quickly and scooted closer to him.

“Real,” you told him. When he looked at you his eyes pleaded and you sat all the way up, looking down at him. “Let’s go outside.” He nodded and clung to your arm as you got out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes. You led him outside and you stood on the porch, the dogs running past you into the yard. It had stopped snowing.

He shook beside you but it was colder outside. You didn’t touch him in fear of making him even hotter.

“Take the day off,” you whispered. 

“I can’t.” 

The alarm went off inside.

-

“You dodged a bullet Chilton. Gideon’s escape foregoes a trial and a very public humiliation for you,” Wil said as you walked together into the office of Frederick Chilton.  You looked around curiously. Will had asked you to come, having serious concerns that this time around they might not let him out. You were to be a trainee, if anyone asked.

Chilton sat behind his desk and raised an eyebrow at the sight of you. 

“Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.” 

“Y/N Y/L/N. Trainee,” you said, shaking his hand. Will grabbed your arm and pulled it back quickly. He didn’t want any part of Chilton touching you beyond that handshake.

“They’re letting trainees come on such high profile cases now?” Chilton paused, looking between the two of you. “Ah no, you’re thee Y/N. I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of such a high profile couple.” Will let out an annoyed sigh. 

“We’re here to talk about Gideon,” Will said simply.

“How do you do it? Is there a part of you that hates your boyfriend's mind?” Chilton asked. 

“You sound like Freddie Lounds,” you said and he feigned hurt

“I can see where you like each other.”

-

Work that day was hard. 

Hannibal noticed.

He gestured for you to come into the office just before Will’s appointment. You stepped inside. You had never been in here alone with Hannibal you were pretty sure. With Will, heck with Tobias or Jack but never just with Hannibal. It made you feel like a patient. 

“How is Will?”

“Will is terrible but you know that already,” you whispered. You trailed your finger along his desk and turned around.

“Why don’t you have a seat in the chair?” he asked as you hoisted yourself up onto the desk.

“It makes me feel to much like a patient. When I’m on the desk I’m an observer. I don't’ have to have any input on what you and Will discuss,” you told him. Hannibal walked over to you and leaned against the desk beside you. “He wakes up at night sweating through the sheets, almost crying,” you whispered. “He doesn’t know if I’m real when I comfort him.” You stared straight ahead at the art on the walls. You took a deep breath in.

“How does that make you feel?” Hannibal asked.

“Broken hearted,” you breathed. “LIke I can’t help my best friend. Because I can’t.” You finally looked over at Hannibal. 

“You’re doing the best you can,” Hannibal said. “That is occasionally all we can do.” You shook your head and while  you stared into Hannibal’s eyes you felt a pull. An emotional pull you hadn’t felt beside him anymore. You pushed it away quickly, looking back at the wall.

You felt an angry lone tear go down your cheek.

“It isn’t enough.”

“Do you consider yourself in any of this? Perhaps that by attempting to take on WIll’s problems you are making more problems for yourself,” Hannibal suggested.

“I don’t care about me or my social life right now. I care about Will.”

The door, which was open, was knocked on as Will walked inside. You wiped your eyes and pushed yourself off the table.

“Am I interrupting?” Will asked. You shook your head and walked over to the door quickly, eager to leave Hannibal to it. Will grabbed your arm before you could leave. You quickly stopped. 

“Yeah?” 

“I-” he started. “I’m sorry about this morning.” You shook your head and put your hand to his cheek lovingly.

“Don’t worry about it. Have a good session thing,” you said quietly and he let you go. He thought about asking you to stay but thought better of it. He knew that he was hurting you daily by being like this and he hated seeing you hurt almost as much as you hated seeing him hurt. 

You shut the door behind you and Will’s eyes welled with tears.

“She loves you,” Hannibal said. “Very much.”

“Glad to know someone will always be in my corner,” he muttered. “Even when I’m not.”

-

With Gideons escape you were worried about pretty much everything. You sat on your own desk outside the office as Will and Hannibal talked. To get your mind off things you called Alana. 

“Hello?” 

“You alive? Is this the Chesapeake Ripper?” you asked. Alana laughed mockingly.

“Gideon isn’t the Ripper,” she told you.

“Still.” You paused. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m better than your boyfriend. Speaking of, you need a vacation when Will regains his stability for putting up with him. I can’t imagine living with him.” You sighed.

“He cuddles well. Good kisser. You get any hot protective detail?” She hummed a no.

“Thinking about giving into Hannibal's flirting,” she muttered.

“Hannibal's been flirting?” you asked. You kicked your feet around. This was what you needed. A girl talk.

“Sort of. I can’t tell.”

“You're a psychiatrist Alana, how can’t you tell?”

“Because I can’t be my own psychiatrist.” The door to the office opened. Will’s eyes were filled with water.

“I gotta go. Be safe.” You hung up the phone and stood you, bringing your hand to Will’s face. You wiped the tears and noticed very quickly how hot he was. “Wil you’re burning,” you whispered.

“I’m naturally hot,” he joked dryly.

“Shut up. What is your temperature? Take some aspirin.” 

“We can check later and I just took some. I just wanna go home.” YOu nodded stiffly and glanced at Hannibal behind him. He gave you a solemn look of pity. You wrapped your fingers around the side of Will’s neck and it ached with the heat. 

-

Alana handed you a bowl of ice cream and you took it, sitting on the chair in her office. She sat on her desk facing  you and the window.

“If you get killed hanging out with me Will is never going to forgive you,” she said, pointing her spoon at you. You took a bite of your ice cream and then pointed  your spoon at the men around the room, watching.

“If he gets through them perhaps it was fate,” you suggested. “Plus Will told me to come.” It was true. When Alana invited you for dinner Will practically shoved  you through the door. The hunt for Gideon was on and he figured it would be safer with a detail than with him at work. 

He almost dropped you off at Hannibal’s but decided against it when he thought about it. 

“I hope he’s okay,” you whispered offhandedly.

“You don’t need to worry about him,” Alana said.

“It’s literally my job as his girlfriend to worry about him.” Your foot bounced nervously.

“It’s why I didn’t date him when I had the chance,” she said.

“Because he’s to much work?”

“I didn’t know if he was stable or not.” You nodded slowly.

“But you like Hannibal whom is likely hiding his instability,” you said. She laughed and shook her head.

“I never said I liked him. I just said he might be flirting.” 

There was a shot outside the window. You stood up quickly and looked outside to see Gideon on the ground and Will, kneeling beside him.  You dropped your bowl. It broke.  You ran out the front door and quickly skidded to the ground beside Will, grabbing his arm. He looked at you and for a moment you weren’t sure if he recognized you.

“Real or-”

“Real. Real.” You put your hands on his cheeks and he was still burning. He put his head on your lap and you looked at Alana who had just come outside. “Call Jack. And Hannibal.” She nodded and ran back inside to get the phone.

You held Will on your lap, somehow calm, running your hands through his hair wildly to get  him to stop shaking.

-

Hannibal met  you at the hospital after talking to Jack. You sat beside Will’s bed, his hand in yours as you looked at his unconscious body. You were still crying, so scared for him.

“His temperature was 105, degrees and I didn’t make him go to the doctor,” you whispered. Hannibal shook his head, walking toward you. He pulled up a chair and sat beside you.

“You can’t blame yourself for this,” he whispered.

“What did Jack say?”

“Nothing you want to hear right now,” he told you. “I swear I will rip that man's head right off hi-”

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.” 

Hannibal took your other hand and you let him hold it as you stared at Will, your face tear stained and puffy.

“Will he be okay?” you whispered.

“Will’s going to be alright,” Hannibal whispered but he honestly wasn’t sure anymore.

1x12

[darling-i-read-it]

Opposites Distract

Will Graham x reader

Word Count: 1.3k 

Warnings: talks of murder and dead bodies and killers

Author’s Note: Hey love! I hope that it’s okay I chose Will I think will be the first I post of him although I’ve written like seven already that have yet to be posted lol. I just really love him and when I read this request he was the first that came to mind! Thank you for requesting dear!

Requested: by @pizza-eater-i-ate-the-pizza​,Hey idk who this prompt would work with best but I wanted to do a general ask with the phrase "opposites distract"? Where reader is so similar to the character but continues to date awful people because opposites attract? Thx😘

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

You were exhausted. You had come home from yet another bad date and to be honest you weren’t sure if you could take much more. It was a fifth date really and you had planned on going home with the guy until it took a horrid turn, him bullshitting about some sort of misogynistic ideas. You knew he was a bad guy and you should have taken the first hint when you saw him texting a girl's heart right in front of you.

To be fair though, you were pretty terrible at choosing guys.

You walked to your bed and dialed Will’s number. He was probably still awake, despite the late hour.

It only rang twice before Will picked up.

“Hey,” he muttered. 

“Did I wake you up?” 

“No.” You were silent. “Yes. It’s alright, it wasn’t a good sleep anyway. How was your date?” You scoffed. “That good huh?”

“He told the waitress that her tits were nice. While I was eating my salad Will. Over my salad.” He couldn’t help but laugh. There was an obvious distaste in your voice and he was pleased to hear it.

“The guy was a scumbag anyway.” 

“I should've just listened to you,” you muttered. 

“I know. Listen, go to bed and try and get some sleep okay?” You had obviously woken him up and he was too polite to tell you he wanted to sleep but to be honest you didn't' mind. You should go to sleep anyway but you wanted him to know that the date had gone exactly as he planned it. Bad.

“You’re right. Goodnight Will Graham.” You could practically see his smile. He liked it when you said his full name for some reason. Just the way it sounded coming from your voice was pleasing.

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

The next day Will was called in to help with a case. Hannibal was there as well, checking in on how the case was forwarding. Usually he just waited for Will to come to his session and explain but he had a special interest. Either way, he and Will stood with a few other people in the morgue. 

“How was Y/N’s date?” Hannibal asked. Wil laughed dryly, welcoming a nice change of pace to the dark his mind was going to about the body.

“She found out the guy was a misogynist pig who commented on the breasts of a waitress. Over his salad was a particular problem.” Hannibal chuckled.

“She was trying to eat poor girl.” 

Hannibal knew of Will’s feelings. He also knew that you were a fool for not dating the man. You and Will were similar in many ways. You shared the same morbid curiosity of death and killers. Beside that you thought of things similarly. It wasn’t the same of course. Will was a little more advanced or crazed in his thoughts but like Hannibal you were able to trace killers with a speed and professionalism that amazed Will. A skill similar to his own.

You had gotten into a habit of dating men that were nothing like you. A problem lay in that. You wouldn’t date Will if you dated people that weren’t like you.

“How do you feel about her dating others?” 

“She has no obligation to date me Hannibal. Besides, this isn’t a session is it?” Hannibal shrugged.

“Just some friendly conversation.” He looked at Will. “Speak to her. I think you’d be surprised what comes out.” 

Will took that to heart more than he thought he should. He liked you, a lot. It killed him when you continued to go on dates with men that didn’t deserve you. Will at least could make you happy, treat you right. He might not be the most stable person but that didn’t mean much otherwise.

You knocked on the door to his house. You were coming over for drinks which you did every once in a while, especially after a case that affected one of you. He opened the door and gave you a strained smile which meant that he was thinking about something.

“Hey Will Graham,” you said smiling. 

“Hey.” You said hello to the dogs and Will poured you a drink, handing it to you. You sat on his couch and waited for him to get situated.

“Something wrong?” you questioned.

“Just surprised you didn’t have a date today is all,” he said offhandedly. You raised an eyebrow and took a sip. He sat down across from you.

“I know I’ve been going on a lot lately. It’s stupid really,” you muttered. 

“Can I ask why you’re so keen on dating men that are so bad for you?” You scoffed.

“That’s a blunt way to put it.” You took a deep breath and shugged. “I believe opposites attract I guess. That was the theory anyway, I think I’m evidence disproving that theory with my dating life.” You took a larger drink this time. “I mean I guess that really it should be that opposites distract. From this world, our life.” 

Will watched you. He analyzed you. He knew you believed that opposites attract and he wondered where you had gotten such a silly idea into your head. 

“Have you ever thought about dating someone similar to you?” he asked. You thought about it a moment, swishing the wine in your glass.

“No actually. I suppose at this point I should,” you joked. “But who do I know that’s even remotely similar to me?”

There was a silence. 

Will waited very patiently, studying your face. 

You were concentrated in thought until suddenly your face eased as it came to realization. Your laughter filled the room even if it was faint.

“You,” you muttered. “You’re the only person even close to me.”

Will stared at you and then you smiled wider as the pieces began to fit together in your brain. 

“For such a good detective I have to admit, you’re really stupid sometimes,” he said. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well then Will Graham, would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked. His smile was addicting. 

“If you insist.” He laughed. “Isn’t this a date though?”

“Just you and me in your house with wine? Yeah I suppose we’ve been having dates all along and you just forgot to mention it.”

Will laughed. He was quite happy with this development.

“You want some more wine as we continue our date?” 

“I would love some.”