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“Is there any reason in particular that you leave your shirt collars open?”

Will smiled. “Does it offend you?”

“Of course not, but it can be taken as flagrantly displaying your neck glands to certain alphas.”

Will sighed, ran a hand over his gland, and stretched his neck out. “I just don’t see a reason to be uncomfortable to please an alpha. Any alpha who deserves me would honestly not care about that shit. I think they’d like it.”

Hannibal licked his lips. “Some alphas would think your openness appealing, yes.”

He unfolded his legs and left them hanging open. “Alphas like to pretend they prefer dominating but really they like to be taken hold of. Kept.”

“Have you ever…kept…an alpha, Will?”

Will arched his neck to the left and rubbed it.

“No one’s appealed to me.”

Hannibal leaned forward and Will could hear him breathe in. “No one at all?”

Will wiggled in his seat and licked his lips.

“Maybe there’s….someone. I do have a thing for older men. Daddy types, you know?”

He watched Hannibal’s nostrils flare.

“Daddies generally are the ones to dominant a relationship.”

Will leaned forward. “I didn’t say the Alpha was going to be the Daddy.”

Continued in: 

Daddy Mine 

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Bathtime 💖

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MADS MIKKELSEN.

by salam stores for zegna spring/summer 2025.

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✨️ he remains stunning

▪︎ Hugh Dancy in 2014 | Hugh Dancy in 2025

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

3x03 || 3x06 || 3x07

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literally just gasped loudly...... HUGH DANCY YOU'RE SO FINE WTF

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This is finished now:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16876782/chapters/39633999

Spacedogs AU: Adam Raki - Vampire Slayer 

There was a Raki in California.

That was what Nigel heard anyway, the news spreading far and wide all the way to his favorite biter bar, Stoker’s. The vamp population in Cali was a lot smaller than it was back home, mostly full of newly turned assholes who took the news as if Freddy fucking Krueger was coming through the door any minute.

Nigel hadn’t seen a Raki in about a quarter century, a feisty little brunette who gave him a scar and was torn open by an angry Ygritte who then bragged about it for at least five years after. He remembered her angry blue eyed stare, the excitement in those eyes at almost taking him down, and felt invigorated for the fight to come.

Except there was no fight.

Far and wide vamps waited, terrified of the war to come, but nothing happened.

Days passed and then weeks till finally Nigel took a peek. He’d heard the Raki slayer was living by the park and doing reconnaissance every evening but still hadn’t struck once. When Nigel walked into the park and saw the back of the Raki’s head, he inhaled the scent and nearly doubled over.

Amazing.

He wanted to drown in him, suck him near dry and then feed on him again and again.

Nigel must’ve made noise because the Raki turned to look.

“Hello.”

He blinked.

Fuck he was beautiful. Windswept curls, creamy skin, perfect pink lips, and those same blue eyes he remembered so long ago.

Nigel licked his lips. “Hello.”

The Raki eyed him with interest. “Are you here to look at stars? There aren’t many but they’re there.”

He craned his neck back and Nigel swallowed back a moan. “You like stars, darling?”

The Raki tilted his neck but just enough to look at him again. “Oh yes. Do you?”

Nigel stepped forward quite aware that this might be a trick and still compelled to be closer. “Yes. I am very interested in all kinds of heavenly bodies. May I sit?”

“Yes.”

He sat down and stared at the youngest and according to many last Raki in the US. Nigel couldn’t imagine this ethereal angel hurting a goddamn fly let alone a vampire so obviously he wasn’t a slayer by any means.

The thought made him relax entirely and stare up at the stars that so captivated the Raki boy.

“You do this often?”

“Every night.”

That explained things. There was no possible why he could’ve been planning any sort of reconnaissance. He’d just been looking at the twinkle of little stars.

Nigel laughed and leaned forward, a split second decision that to this day he had no excuse for. The rest of things were a blur, the quick way the Raki moved, the hard hold he didn’t expect, and the stake planted right over his heart but not inside.

The warmth of the Raki’s breath was more than a fucking turn on, as was the hard set to his eyes.

“I don’t like vampires coming close to me without permission. Please apologize.”

Nigel’s fangs came forth unbidden and he hissed out, “Are you fucking serious?”

The Raki pressed the stake in closer to his shirt and it started to tear.

“I’ve never killed a vampire in front of people before but I’m fairly certain I can get away with it. My father did once and said it was for a movie. Do you like movies?”

Nigel grabbed for him and the Raki draped himself over his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “Never has to ask fucking permission to move before your highness.”

The hold was gone just as fast as it had come, and Nigel’s dick twitched when the Raki moved off him.

“It’s not a horrible thing to ask permission, is it? You were flirting with me, I think, and if we have sexual intercourse—“

Nigel let out a laugh. “What makes you think I want to fuck you? I got no death wish gorgeous and you certainly—“

“My name isn’t gorgeous, it’s Adam. I don’t like nicknames or anything like that. Also I would be the one inside you I think. For my first time.”

Nigel blinked.

Oh fuck.

A Virgin. He hasn’t had a Virgin in months. A Virgin Raki slayer?

“Nice to meet you, Adam Raki, but I am done with this bullshit before I get my ass killed.”

He stood up and took a few steps before Adam called out.

“It’s rude not to tell me your name when I told you mine.”

Nigel smiled and turned to look at him again. The effect did not wear off even after seeing him already.

“Nigel.”

Adam eyed him with interest.

“You’re very handsome Nigel. Please keep safe and don’t make me have to do what I do. Even though you were rude I don’t ever go after someone just for being different.”

Nigel tipped his head forward to nod.

“Same to you, Darling. Same to you.”

He left and pulled out his phone, warm all over from the encounter.

The text to Darko was to the point.

I MET THE RAKI AND HE’S FUCKING PERFECT.

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me: writing fics should be fun! nothing matters! fic writing is just about enjoying yourself and having fun with blorbos.

also me: if this fic isn't perfection, i will be executed by firing squad, and i will deserve it.

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I've written three fics for this already.

God, I love them.

THIS MADANCY (HANNIGRAM) SELFIE + KACEY ROHL'S (ABIGAIL'S) COMMENT I AM LOSING IT

it's like we're living in an AU or something 😭✋🏻

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For everyone asking why they broke up in Kiss and Makeup 

Supermodels aren’t meant to be serial killers.

But oddly enough there is one who is.

Hannibal Lecter, otherwise known in the industry as “El Mostro,” has been photographed hundreds if not thousands of times in the past Thirteen years. He’s one of the most recognizable faces in the world and yet it was once quite easy for him to regularly murder people who he felt unworthy of life.

Though his need to slaughter has long since diminished.

Eleven years ago, only a short time into his career, he fell in love.

Or rather, love changed him.

Will Graham, famous for his makeup artistry and ill manners, walked into his life and Hannibal was lost. He spent most of that first year wooing the rudest man he’d ever before met, and soon they were equally in each other’s hearts. When they wed it was the event of the decade, still was, and when they divorced strangers mourned just as much as Hannibal himself.

He still remembered the look on Will’s face, the anguish, as he begged Hannibal to explain his late nights and the time he’d been caught luring someone into his car.

Hannibal had been with Will for seven years then and loved him so deeply he found himself fearing the idea that Will would reject him. He knew Will had darkness in him, but the times he’d attempted to bring it out had been rebuffed. Will was not ready to embrace whatever bloodlust he had inside him.

So he said nothing.

And lost everything.

Now, sitting in the makeup chair and having Will glare as he worked on him Hannibal wondered.

How much had Will changed?

Could he give him the gift he so wanted to all those years ago?

Will he want it?

Or would the only way to have Will’s heart again be by cutting it out of him?

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Hannibal Lecter is a monster.

At least that’s what they say in the industry. Everyone wants him, and everyone hates him, but no one can tame him.

No one except his ex-husband Will Graham.

They were together for nearly seven years, married for three, and the last time they saw each other Will vowed never to see him again.

Then Jack Crawford, one of his dearest designer friends, begs him to help reign in “El Mostro” for the new fall fashion season. Jack needs a hair and makeup artist after they all refuse to work with “The Monster.” It takes several days of begging but eventually Will says yes.

The first time Hannibal sees him he looks shellshocked but does nothing but let Will work.

Will ignores the way his heart beats faster being close to him again.

This is work.

Nothing more.

He won’t repeat such a devastating heartbreak twice.

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x08 || 3x12

Is Hannibal in love with me?

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MUAHAHAHAHA SAVE ME YURI HANNIGRAM SAVE MEE

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people who dont experience it cannot comprehend how awful executive dysfunction is. I WANT to do the task, i have the resources TO do the task, i will feel better having DONE the task

but i cant fucking do the task

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tags: younger man/older man, alpha Hannibal, omega Will

There have only been fifteen omegas that presented in the entire world in the last seventeen years.

Will Graham was one of them.

His father had practically celebrated when he got his heat, telling everyone he could, “My boy is gonna make me a shitload!”

Will’s mother had been a beta, just like his dad, and left just weeks after he was born. 

Dad had said for the longest time he looked like her. 

There were few pictures but he kind of did, the same hair color and face looking back at him unsettling enough he rarely looked.

Then the interview process began. 

Countless alphas of all genders would come from all over to vie for his next at The Omega Outreach. 

It was required by law to report omega presentations and the parents got a dowry based on demand from 1 to 100. The minute Will was out into public alpha rotation his demand score was 101 because the influx of offers caused the website to crash. 

His father celebrated. 

Will felt like throwing up. 

He didn’t want to be an omega. 

He didn’t want to be mated.

And he really didn’t want to be fought over by a group of rutting alphas.  

But Will held his tongue. 

No one seemed to notice his discomfort. 

Or maybe they didn’t care. 

No one even thought to let Will look when his father and The Omega Outreach went through the offers practically salivating. 

They got a percentage of every omega dowry to keep the Outreach open.

Will got none.

How was any of this fair?

“May I be excused?”

Everyone turned to look at him. 

“Oh!” 

The laugh from Penny, their coordinator, made his skin crawl. 

“Do you want to look at our current top ten?”

He nodded, blinking back tears, and scrolled through a bunch of faces, all older than him by decades, and tried not to cry out. 

Then he stopped on one of them, turning the tablet around. “Who’s this?”

Penny grinned. “Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He’s thirty, a thoroughbred, and has never even courted on record. All of our top ten have but not him. Usually your dad has final say, after negotiations and interviews. But I’m sure he’d take your interest into consideration. Right, Dad?”

Will turned the tablet back over and bit back a purr at the picture on screen.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter. 

The alphas would all come after they were summoned and plead their cases, even offer things to be picked. 

Will felt like slick start to pool under him, embarrassed.

“Dad?”

His father was staring at his phone before he looked up. “Yeah?”

“Mr. Graham, Will seems to like this one. Remember the doctor?”

His father scoffed and took the tablet. “Yeah, I remember,” he muttered, scrolling away, “But this one owns Verger Meat! He’s a millionaire!”

Will got up from his chair. “Can I be excused?”

“Yeah, sure, go on.”

He left the room fast, barely able to hold in his tears, and wasn’t looking where he was going.

Which was why he slammed right into someone, only to nearly fall but was caught with ease. 

He looked up as he inhaled the scent of an alpha.

And there was Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

“I….”

“Hello Will.”

Will stepped back. “I…alphas aren’t supposed to be in here.”

Hannibal smiled. “No? I wasn’t turned away at the door. Are you so certain?”

“I…”

He let out a long breath as Hannibal touched his cheek. 

“Have you chosen already?”

Will purred. “N…no.”

“Hmm,” he whispered, “Then I suppose it’s safe to say I found perhaps plead my case?”

“I…”

It was then that Will noticed the blood on his arm. 

He froze, reaching out to touch. “Are you hurt? Did…”

The screaming was something that would remain in his memories forever. 

One second Will was filled with concern and the next Hannibal snarled when the doors burst open behind them. 

“WILL GET AWAY FROM—"

He was lifted with ease as Hannibal ran from his father and Penny, and he felt sick when he saw the piles of bodies littering the floor. 

Hannibal didn’t get to his car before he was tased, but he did do something no one expected. 

He bit Will.

The instant euphoria was gone so fast and Will screamed as they dragged him away. 

The bidding was cancelled. 

No interviews. 

And Hannibal was put into confinement while they tried to sever the beginning of a bond. 

Will got a stipend, barely enough to do more than keep them afloat. 

The Outreach informed them Hannibal had been sentenced to confinement for twenty years for killing twelve people to get to Will. 

But could get out early with good behavior.

He was a thoroughbred after all. 

Will could feel the bond struggling to complete as they left, and had to stop himself from letting out a distress cry when the police questioned him.

His father went into deep depression then, the drinking depleting their meager funds, and he drank himself to death five years later.

Will was sent to live with an aunt, and became a pariah even though he did get a job teaching history. 

The bond refused to be severed, even after treatment, and he had nightmares every night that Hannibal would come to claim him that turned into wet dreams. 

Will was pitied, ignored, and forgotten as nothing more than a joke. 

Which was why when fifteen years later he got a letter saying Hannibal was freed he didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or horrified. 

So he settled on being angry. 

The Council informed him Hannibal had offered a million dollars for his dowry. 

Will rejected it. 

One day later, Hannibal showed up on his front lawn. 

He felt him before he saw him, tearing up and hating his purr as he watched him exit a goddamn Bentley. 

How dare he come here after everything he’d done! 

Will threw open the door, careful the dogs didn’t follow, and ran out to hiss. 

“GET THE HELL BACK IN THAT—"

Hannibal dropped to his knees when he saw Will and crawled across the grass as he fell at his feet. 

“Will….you..,you have….”

He hugged Will’s feet, shaking, and Will froze as his neck tingled. 

“What are you….”

Hannibal looked up at him, his red eyes filled with tears. 

“I cannot ask for your forgiveness, Mylimasis, but I can beg for your bite. I can…I can offer my undying love and complete submission. My selfish frenzy…I cannot change, but….I will spend every second of every day making up for the pain I’ve caused and the time we lost.”

Will stared at him, the half bond clawing to be made whole, and then started to laugh as he stepped back. 

“You’re lying! I can FEEL you, you idiot! You’re not sorry at all!”

Hannibal knelt back and sighed. 

“I…I do regret my…impulsiveness when I let my instincts dictate my actions.”

Tears fell down Will’s face. 

“ONE TIME! IT ONLY EVER HAPPENED ONE TIME IN THIRTY TWO YEARS! No one else…”

Hannibal growled. “Because I knew my wealth and status would not give me enough cache to win over your father. I….”

Will shook his head, hand coming to his neck, and could hardly see through his tears. “No damn way will I pity you for worrying some other alpha would get to buy me. My father drank himself to death after you ruined my life and no one would touch me. I never…I never wanted to be mated and had to spend fifteen years pining for a serial killer. Get the hell off my lawn and don’t you dare come back.”

He let out a sob as he ran unto the house, locking every door as he armed the security system he’d gotten for this very reason, and stared out the window.

Hannibal didn’t leave. 

He just knelt there in Will’s yard.

All night long. 

Will knew when he woke up this wasn’t going to end any time soon. 

And hated the part of him that wished it never would.

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Star Wars Celebration, Chiba, Tokyo, April 2025