#hannigram reference

[cheshira-go]

“ Is In-ho... in love with me? ”

[asadstatue]

Hannibal tending to a wounded Will, and Achilles tending to the wounded arm of Patroclus, a figure on a kylix, 500 BCE.

Apparently history does repeat itself, doesn't it? :)

[depressionart]

this is not a photo, this is a fanart <3

this took me 50 hours and 30 minutes

here are some details

[stupidcopper]

valentines art for the least romantic men ever

[pesky--dust]

Hannibal outside:

Hannibal in his mind:

I'm just reminding you all that Dr. Sutcliffe's name is Donald, just like some other rude Donald.

[221-apt-b]

“Is Hannibal…in love with me…?” Where have you been for the past 5 years girlie

[vintage--lilacs]

Twitter really is a lawless place

[cornandahater]

contributing my own addition to the loml!457 virus, they were so doomed

[thedeathofthelamb]

post fall conversations

hannibal: fake ass bitch with that fake ass "I meed you meownnibal pweaseee"

will: yes I did that. and you would do it too for a check! I was an employee. and I was gonna get employee of the month and that's on period.

[honeygrahambitch]

Okay goodnight.

[wallofmoth]

something something the idea of Will Graham being "the bottom" is disagreeable to me because Will is constantly being invaded, assaulted, overwhelmed by sensations and emotions and people-- so out of control all the time-- that the idea of him willingly losing his control over this borderline-sacred part of his body; receiving during sex, goes against his instinct, goes against his defensive nature

something something Will Graham would only bottom with someone he loves and trusts, completely, and it would be frightening to him; this would be his first time doing so (previously shown to be mostly hetero, used to being the penetrator during sex, prickly/thorny emotional guard, etc)

something something having the ability to choose, to fight, to be "violent" or to be the "strong one" (or to be perceived as) is something Will loves, is shown to love-- this is said to be his "nature"-- and all of these are things seen by society as the behaviour of the sexual 'top'. (He wants control. He needs control. Will Graham is the orderly one out of Hannigram, there was an excellent analysis about order v disorder for them I can link here somewhere, if I remember....)

something something Will Graham has not had a positive relationship with sex in any form previously, one can assume, and so if in a situation with someone like Hannibal whom he cares for and presumably would *want* to have sex with, he would go for the position he is most comfortable with-- and the position he can enjoy most readily, whilst still feeling SAFE ; esp. around Hannibal, who has *invaded* and *controlled* so much of his life-- why would Will let him control *this*?

something something Hannibal is getting his ass destroyed , not the other way around (until some day 7+ years in the future when they're all settled and domestic and married with dogs, and Wil is absolutely going to cry during it, and it's gonna be the most vanilla gentle thing you've ever seen because Hannibal and Will have hurt each other enough. )

[sadfishpile]

a quiet night

[vvildside]

random hannigram sketch yippee

and yes this one is reference to my favorite doomed yaoi banana fish 😔☝️

[queezleish]

Reading the iliad and got to THE line

[charleemoon]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!!!! dont forget to gut your queer loved ones this june

[authorafterhours]

Do you ever think about the kind of horror it would be if Hannibal and Will discovered, together, that Will has a food allergy? Hannibal's influence in Will's life has expanded the horizons of his palate since that morning in Minnesota, both metaphorically and literally. Even at the peak of his rage, Will could never really say anything bad about Hannibal's cooking because it was just that good, and Hannibal would never willingly ruin a meal.

Because we know how important food and the act of feeding others is to Hannibal. Cooking for Will is a special pleasure because it has an intimacy only they can experience together. The seeing, the knowing, the acceptance. After the fall, once Hannibal is healed enough (it's one of their earlier fights because, "you're recovering from a fucking gunshot wound, Hannibal."), and ingredients of quality are found the older man can't turn the stove on fast enough. He will nurture their recovery and their new beginning with his very hands, with every carefully filled plate and every spoonful, carefully blown so it isn't too hot.

It starts with just one bite, and that's because that's all it can take.

A scarf has wrapped itself around the inside of his throat, and the squeeze is slow but firm, and Will feels like a balloon desperate for the air it's losing. His hand reaches up to his neck, but there is nothing to grasp, and as irritated spots start to bloom on his hands like poppies, his pulse races. Will wonders, as he fails desperately to catch a breath, if this is it. If Hannibal has grown tired of him, if he has poisoned him, but then he knows if Hannibal wanted him dead, this isn't how he would do it. He looks up, and Jesus Christ.

Hannibal's face.

Will had become well-versed in the other man's micro expressions during their time together, and if he had an artistic bone in his body, the former profiler could fill a sketchbook with them. But this wasn't a page he had ever seen before.

He had never seen Hannibal terrified before.

Will knows his panic isn't helping the breathing situation, but the knowledge is distant, drowning in the thrashing waves of his body's rejection. Utensils are dropped, a wine glass is spilled.

He had also never seen Hannibal move so fast, either.

Hannibal's saying, shouting maybe, something in a language Will can't understand as he holds him. He doesn't have to. Something sharp pierces his upper thigh, a needle, and Will shakes as he tries not to remember others to remind himself that Hannibal is trying to help him. It works because it's true, and swelling starts to go down. Air comes more freely.

Anaphylactic shock, Hannibal tells him later.

(It's only sheer dumb luck and the doctor's prepardness that he even has the supplies needed. He hovers long after Will falls asleep, counting his breaths. Hannibal makes a note of the nearest ERs from then on. He could break them out of prison. He could not break Will from death's embrace, only follow.)

But that's later, when the fear, the panic is doused. Not gone, no, never, because it's a new fear that makes a home of their hearts. In the immediate aftermath, they are both weeping, grasping at the other, apologizing and reassuring themselves into a spiraling whirlpool. It's when Will leans in for a kiss, for comfort, that Hannibal stumbles back, and Will feels his heart break again. But it's only Hannibal thoroughly washing his hands, his mouth, so he doesn't spark another reaction, and by the time he returns to him, his knees have given out, and his tears renewed.

There is never a future where Will can joke about Hannibal being more upset about it than Will himself was, not with how Hannibal cried like a child in his arms and apologized like they were in a Lithuanian winter.

This was inspired by a chat I had with the wonderful @patchouii !