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roosterbox · 1 year

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Fic Rec Friday 4/7/23

Title: A List Checked Twice

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hannibal (TV)

Relationship: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki

Characters: Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki, Chiyoh (Hannibal), Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Additional Tags: Fluff, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, pure undiluted fluff guys, Marriage Proposal, cousin!Hannibal Lecter, Married Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Wedding Rings, Gift Giving

Summary: Long before he met Nigel, Adam made a list of things he wanted to experience with someone else, one day. As years spent single passed by, he forgot about the list... that is, until Nigel finds it. Plenty of fluffy surprises ensue.

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Today’s rec comes to us from the varied and interesting world of the HEU - the Hannibal Extended/Expanded Universe, lol. More specifically, this is the ship known as Spacedogs. Honestly I didn’t expect to love this ship as much as I did, but wow. They are amazing. Also, it’s nice to have a character that is explicitly, canonically, 100% unequivocally autistic. Not coded as such, but textually referred to as so. It’s one of the concepts of Adam as a movie. Which is great. Idk how well they represent it in the movie (haven’t seen it!) but hey. You know what they say about the thought and how it counts.

Now about the fic.

This is some sappy ass stuff, my dudes. So sweet and lovely. They just *clenches fist* love each other so much, it’s ridiculous. And one reason I think this pair is so nice together - for all their differences in personality, despite one being neurotypical and one not, they understand each other. And like in any good relationship, they bring out the best in each other. In 95% of all Spacedogs fics, my man Nigel is WHIPPED but good for his Star, and he’s especially so in this one. He’s determined to show Adam that he loves all of his little quirks and idiosyncrasies. Even the ones that others looked down on. Also, no spoilers, but this fic features one of my favorite ridiculously sappy and romantic tropes in any romance story ever. Like it’s silly, but I can’t help but melt any time I read it.

And that ending, man. Bringing in the Hannigram for a cameo? The final cherry on top?? *chef’s kiss* That’s one bit that comes up every now and then in Spacedogs stuff: having either Nigel or Adam (or both!) be related somehow to Hannibal or Will. It’s not always a guarantee, but I love it when it happens, lol.

Call your dentist after this one, guys.

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Next Week: *rubs hands together with evil glee* Oh man, time to get serious. It’s time for y’all to join me in rarepair hell. You might say that Spacedogs is rare, but here is their AO3 page:

And here is next week’s ship:

Yep. I’m bringing the pain. You may be wondering which ship it is? Your homework, if you want to prepare yourselves, is to watch the movie Welcome to the Punch and, after lamenting about what a terrible movie it is, please come join me in the abyss that is this pairing. This sailboat of a ship. That’s right, we getting Jacob/Max all up in this bitch.

Catch you on the flippy flop!

#fic rec friday #a list checked twice #writer: orphan account #spacedogs #nigel x adam #a beautiful fic #a beautiful ship #I adore them #and this story #but the true rarepair hell is coming #lol

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pinotsunflowerart-blog · 6 years

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“Hello gorgeous, i brought fucking presents.”

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hannigramficrecs · 3 years

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there's a hannibal extended universe?! omg pls, it would be incredible if you could recommend any fics related to this. thank you so much!!

OMG yes. I’m actually thinking of starting a section of my index of just HEU fics! I currently have a Spacedogs tag— which is the ship of Hugh Dancy’s character from the movie Adam (2009) and Mads Mikkelsen’s character from Charlie Countryman (2013), but I was thinking of adding more from all the different universes I’ve read so far as well! Anyways, here are a couple of the more popular pairings to get you started!

Spacedogs:

Space Invader by Devereauxs_Disease [words: 28,512]

Nigel isn’t handling his divorce well. When a good Samaritan starts leaving him gifts on his balcony, Nigel gets suspicious. What could go wrong?

The Set Up by Devereauxs_Disease [words: 4,178]

Nigel decides if he can’t have Adam, someone great should. So he plays wingman for his friend/secret crush and sets Adam up on a date with a gorgeous woman. What could possibly go wrong? OR—The fic where Beverly Katz learns to see the fun in blind dates.

Beth Finds Out by victorine for Devereauxs_Disease [words: 3,160]

Beth doesn’t want to date Adam. She doesn’t really want to date Nigel either, but he’ll work as a temporary measure to discourage Adam. Of course, she’s not expecting the two of them to hit it off…

Marbles by Llewcie [words: 5,561]

Adam moves to a new neighborhood and promptly loses a prized possession to the neighborhood bully. But when the tables are turned, Adam extracts a promise from Nigel that will follow them through the years. The friendship that develops as a result will end up meaning more to them than they ever could have anticipated.

Pochemuchka by slashyrogue [words: 1,441]

Alpha Nigel gets roped into taking the empty bartender spot on Omega Speed Dating Night where he happens to meet a certain blue eyed omega.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance by DarkmoonSigel [words: 12,010]

Beth sets Adam up on a blind date. Sex happens.

King Arthur (2004) — which Mads and Hugh both starred in!

To the Place I Belong by halotolerant [words: 14,823]

“I am going to have to see you eventually, Galahad,” Tristan pointed out. “Or else undertake this mission blindfolded.” Abruptly, the door in front of him was flung open. He had to fight not to take a reflexive step backwards. “If you even begin to laugh…” Galahad threatened, hissing. Tristan surveyed the sight of him. No, he still didn’t feel like laughing at all.

Over the Mountains and Under the Stars by starkaryen [words: 19,397]

Galahad wasn’t a fool. He knew perfectly well that the feelings he had harbored for Tristan for some time now would never be requited. But Tristan had never joined the knights’ jokes about this particular matter, and he had always inwardly thanked him for that…

Not-So-Innocent by QueenofLit [words: 1,238]

Tristan had been warned off Gawain's little brother quite violently. In fact, he wasn't allowed to so much as see the younger man until Gawain was certain he wouldn't try to seduce him. As a brunette angel serves Tristan's coffee with promises of sweeter things to come, the universe proves how monumentally bad that decision was.

The Tale of Sir Galahad and the Ridiculous Chicken by Devereauxs_Disease [words: 4,928]

Tristan's hawk takes a sudden interest in Galahad, stealing his things whenever Galahad isn't looking. Tristan is unhelpful at solving this problem. Fluff and crack in the time of chain-mail.

Courtship by Chifuyu [words: 2,837]

Galahad can't stand Tristan. Tristan can't stand Galahad. Everybody else is pretty much done with their antics.

Alphabet by cognomen [words: 2,392]

"I don't know how to get through to him, Gawain," he laments. It is pointless to protest - they have been brothers in arms long enough to read each other this well at least. "Have you tried getting in his tent and arranging yourself naked on his bedroll?" Gawain suggests outlandishly, but Galahad is willing to consider even such a dramatic gesture.

Late Bloom by victorine [words: 4,318]

Galahad and Tristan are constantly arguing. The other knights are done. There's only one way to sort this... FIGHT!

Skirts by stratumgermanitivum, whiskeyandspite [words: 3,702]

Come nightfall, the boy’s stance had developed a bit of a falter, but he had no complaints. He sat by the fire, one knee drawn up, and Tristan knew that if he shifted just an inch, he’d flash the lot of them. Something had to be done. Otherwise, the skirt would be nothing more than a belt by morning.

Blood Red Apples by kipsi [words: 1,032]

He had always been secretly jealous of how Tristan handled his knife, his movements precise and steady.

A Bride's Price by Devereauxs_Disease [words: 5,930]

Galahad doesn't know how to woo Tristan, so he asks for advice from the knights. All of their advice is terrible. Please don't ever ask these idiots for advice.

Bondless by Llewcie [words: 9,305]

Galahad runs an Omega club with the best security on the eastern seaboard. Tuesday nights are Alpha Night, where alphas can pay dearly for the privilege of buying an omega a drink. Tristan is willing to pay just to look on Galahad from behind the glass security wall. Galahad is pretty sure he wants more.

Hugh’s character from Ella Enchanted (2004) and Mads’ character from Vallhalla Rising (2009)

Found You by Kateera [words: 5,151]

Prince Charmont was born without a soul mark and hidden from his kingdom to keep the shame a secret. When his parents send him away on a diplomatic mission, he's forced to watch a man fight for his life and is inexplicably drawn to the silent warrior. He has to meet him.

Trope: From Sex To Love (Valhalla Enchanted) by TigerPrawn [words: 14,355]

In a land where alphas and omegas are rare, the omega prince Charmont is in need of an alpha to see him through heat until his betrothed arrives from a distant kingdom. The recently freed slave one-eyed mute is just hideous enough to be the perfect temporary alpha to service the prince. Falling in love is the last thing anyone wants.

Trope: College AU (Valhalla Enchanted - Modern AU) by TigerPrawn [words: 9,186]

When Char mistakes an alpha’s true appearance for a costume he means to apologize, but ends up doing much more than that!

Blood on Steel by MonstrousRegiment [words: 9,488]

Inside was—a man. Something like a man. There was a shackle around his neck, like a dog’s collar, and the heavy chain it was affixed to run through a thick ring hammered into the wall, and then to a strong-looking anchoring post several feet away, well out of reach of the cage.

Forgemaster by Llewcie [words: 11,946]

Charmont, the newest Dionysus, loses a bet to his roommate Aphrodite, and is required by her to go on three dates with a god of her choosing. Before he even gets out the door, he scathingly insults the gentle, mute Hephaestus, and then must scramble to make amends. Char is not prepared when it's the gentle, one-eyed Forgemaster that refuses to take HIM to bed.

Hel by Llewcie [words: 4,285]

On a road trip to find something he has been missing, Char's car breaks down and leaves him in a quiet suburb of Chicago, with only a seedy hostel and a strange little pub open late at night. Forgoing soiled mattresses for a late drink, he encounters a bartender who doesn't speak but pours a mean pint of mead. Its a better place to lay his head than he thought he would get.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #spacedogs #heu #heu fanfiction #heu fanfic #hannibal fic recs #hannigram fic recs #spacedogs fanfic #nbc hannibal #hannibal tv #will x hannibal #replies

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tcbook · 3 years

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It takes Two by @devereauxsdisease final part!

I have the great honor of having an amazing friend that gives me fanfic and I give her art back because I love it and she inspires me SO MUCH.

Love you Dev and I love the heu family here.

Of course they are my favorite rare pair.

#my art #digital #tristan #galahad #tristahad #It takes Two

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thoughtfulphilosopherhologram · 5 years

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Slow Burn, BatB fic, Stanfou, chap 2

Titre : Slow burn

Auteur : Yoda-Ben2

Fandom : BatB 2017

Genre : Cucul avec de vrais bouts de fesses dedans, angst

Rating : R

Pairing : Stanley/LeFou, mentions de LeFou/Gaston et de Gaston/LeFou, tous deux en sens unique

Le lendemain, Stanley regretta amèrement son débordement de la veille. Il avait la bouche pâteuse, un mal de crâne à faire hurler un muet, et avoir passé la nuit tout habillé avait été très inconfortable. Il se réveilla en gémissant, entreprit de se laver et de changer de vêtements avant de boire un demi-litre d’eau à la fontaine. Il se mit à son ouvrage en évitant soigneusement les membres de sa famille et pria pour que la transe ronronnante dans laquelle le plongeait la besogne allait faire merveille pour le soulager de ses misères.

Ses parents prirent le parti de le laisser tranquille, tant qu’il accomplissait la tâche de la journée. Ses sœurs furent, par miséricorde, envoyées faire d’autres tâches les empêchant d’aller harceler leur frère.

Assis dans le large fauteuil où il avait l’habitude de s’installer, les jambes croisées sous lui, Stanley se concentrait sur sa tâche. Piquer le tissu, passer l’aiguille, tirer le fil, vérifier le point, recommencer. Sur des mètres et des mètres de tissu, un ruban d’infini tour à tour soyeux, moiré, velouté ou brodé qui s’attachait à l’ouvrage. Il termina la besogne du jour rapidement et put quitter l’atelier avec un peu d’avance.

Il ne savait où aller pour se détendre, et songea à la taverne. Sans faire les excès de la veille, il aurait toujours une connaissance à y croiser. Il fourra les mains dans ses poches et allait se mettre en route, quand il sentit quelque chose au fond de sa poche. Un mouchoir. Il le tira de sa poche et se rendit compte que les initiales T. D étaient celles de Thomas Déroulède. Tom.

Stanley resta un peu stupidement immobile au milieu de la chaussée en se remémorant les événements de la veille, qui frappaient sa mémoire comme un coup de poing.

Il avait pleuré devant son frère et son ami.

Il leur avait probablement dit…

Catastrophe !!

Dick était au marché du village voisin, alors Stanley alla directement à la forge. Tom était en train de forger un fer à cheval pour la monture du prêtre.

- Tom !

Le forgeron leva les yeux de son ouvrage et lui sourit.

- Ah, bonjour Stanley ! Ça va ?

- Bonjour. Heu.. Oui, ça va.

Tom martela son fer encore quelques instants avant de le plonger dans une auge d’eau froide. Le fer siffla en rejetant de la vapeur.

- Je… Je voulais m’excuser pour hier soir…

- T’excuser de quoi, mon garçon ? Tu n’as rien fait de mal.

- Mais… Et le mouchoir ?

- Tu ne te sentais pas bien, c’est tout, fit Tom en haussant les épaules. Par contre, il y a probablement quelqu’un d’autre à qui tu devrais parler.

- Qui ? Risqua Stanley d’une petite voix.

- LeFou, bien sûr, répondit Tom en attrapant le morceau de minerai qu’il avait fait chauffer. Vous avez parlé hier soir, mais je gage que d’autres explications sont à prévoir.

Stanley revit d’autres souvenirs de la veille et il pâlit si radicalement que Tom approcha vite une chaise, de peur qu’il ne tombe.

- Je… Je lui ai dit… Je lui ai dit ?…

- Ça, je n’en sais rien, tu étais seul avec lui. Vous avez probablement discuté une vingtaine de minutes, puis tu es revenu vers nous, le temps de dire que tu étais fatigué et que tu rentrais. Va le voir.

Stanley prit le temps de reprendre ses esprits. Puis il se leva, toujours pâle, mais décidé.

- Bon. Alors il faut y aller.

- Voilà qui est parlé, sourit Tom.

Stanley lui assura qu’il lui rendrait le mouchoir plus tard, puis se dirigea vers la maison de LeFou. Il rassembla tout son courage avant de toquer à la porte, priant à moitié pour que le maître des lieux ne s’y trouve pas. Mais après quelques secondes, la porte s’ouvrit. LeFou, les manches retroussées, plusieurs mèches de cheveux échappées de sa queue de cheval, était indécemment séduisant. Le sourire qu’il lui adressa était plus lumineux que l’aube.

- Oh, Stanley ! Bonjour !

- Bonjour, murmura Stanley qui se sentit rougir.

- J’étais occupé, mais ça ne fait rien, entre !

Stanley ne se fit pas prier.

- Tu étais occupé ?

- La lessive, admit LeFou. Mais ça peut attendre !

C’était une échappatoire inespérée. Stanley ôta sa veste, retroussa ses manches et lui fit un clin d’œil.

- À quatre mains, ça ira deux fois plus vite.

LeFou se fit un peu prier puis finit par accepter. Ils s’acquittèrent de la tâche dans un relatif silence.

Puis la lessive terminée, rincée et étendue, LeFou jeta un regard entendu à Stanley.

- Reprendrons-nous la conversation d’hier ?

Stanley finissait d’étendre le dernier drap, se figea. Puis hocha la tête.

- Je pense que c’est nécessaire. Mais… Rafraîchis-moi la mémoire. Je… Je ne suis pas sûr de ce qui appartient aux souvenirs et ce qui appartient aux rêves.

- Tu m’as avoué ce que tu ressentais pour moi, dit LeFou en rougissant. Et… Tu as eu des mots très touchants pour me l’expliquer.

Stanley eut un sourire sans joie.

- Alors la majeure partie de ce qui devait être dit a été dite. Je suppose que tu n’es pas tombé follement amoureux de moi en une nuit. Et je ne pense même pas que ça puisse être possible.

- Tu es vraiment pessimiste, coupa LeFou. Non, effectivement, mes sentiments pour toi n’ont pas changé du tout au tout en quelques heures. Mais je n’ai pas trouvé le sommeil à force d’y réfléchir. Jusqu’à hier soir, je pensais être le seul de Villeneuve à, heu.. Avoir ces tendances-là. Et maintenant je… Je me rends compte qu’autre chose est possible.

- Autre chose que quoi ?

- Autre chose que soupirer après quelqu’un pour qui mes inclinations ne seront jamais réciproques. Je veux dire, fit LeFou d’un air embarrassé, ça fait des années que Gaston et moi sommes inséparables, mais qu’il fait exprès de ne pas, heu, vraiment me voir. Qu’il fait bomber ses muscles quand il sait que je regarde dans sa direction, juste pour se faire admirer, alors que je sais que je ne pourrai jamais espérer quoi que ce soit de sa part. Alors, je suppose que ce serait bien que pour une fois...

Stanley eut une expression fermée, aux yeux tristes.

- Étienne…

LeFou était surpris. Rares étaient les fois où on l’appelait par son vrai prénom.

- Je ne veux pas être un substitut pour les affections de Gaston. C’est de toi, et nul autre, que je suis amoureux. De ta joie de vivre, de ton intelligence, de tes qualités de cœur… De ta beauté aussi, ajouta-t-il, faisant furieusement rougir l’intéressé. Mais si je devais n’espérer la réciproque de ta part qu’au prix d’être constamment comparé à Gaston, je pense que je ne pourrais accepter tes avances, même si cela devait me briser le cœur. Je ne suis pas lui. Je ne compte même pas essayer de lui ressembler. Je suis moi, et c’est déjà bien assez compliqué… Étienne, je ne veux que ton bonheur. Si tu penses que ton bonheur est d’être auprès de Gaston, alors qu’il en soit ainsi, je ne t’embêterai plus. Mais si tu comptes me donner une chance, alors je veux, non… Je te prie de me l’accorder sans arrière-pensée vers un autre. Je ne veux pas d’une relation par procuration, parce que dans ce cas, je ne pourrai que te décevoir.

Stanley et LeFou se regardèrent. LeFou était profondément impressionné par la déclaration du jeune homme. Il lui encadra le visage de ses mains, comme la veille. Et comme la veille, il vit Stanley fondre immédiatement à ce contact, fermer les yeux et poser ses mains sur les siennes.

- Tu es d’une sagesse remarquable, murmura LeFou, et d’une maturité extraordinaire pour ton âge.

- Je suppose que la couture aide à méditer, fit Stanley en souriant.

- Tu as raison. Ce ne serait pas honnête, au cas où nous, heu… Entamerions une relation, de le faire en pensant à quelqu’un d’autre.

Stanley ôta doucement les mains de LeFou de son visage, mais les garda entre les siennes.

- J’ai attendu des années que tu me remarques, si j’ai le moindre espoir que tu m’aimes juste un petit peu, je suis prêt à attendre encore.

LeFou était touché. Il se demandait s’il méritait une pareille dévotion.

- Nous verrons bien, murmura LeFou.

Stanley lui sourit, et alors qu’il allait ajouter quelque chose, quatre heures sonnèrent au clocher de l’église.

- Quatre heures ? Déjà ?? J’ai promis d’aider ma mère avec la livraison !

- Je te remercie pour la lessive. Je tâcherai de t’aider à mon tour si je le peux !

- À charge de revanche, répondit Stanley, en lui faisant un baisemain, comme la dernière fois. À bientôt !

Stanley repartit, laissant LeFou avec… Un petit quelque chose en plus.

OoO

#fic #fic in french #batb 2017 #lefou #stanley #stanley/lefou #gaston #slash #slow burn

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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 6 years

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I’ve been on here a few years now and I just don’t get it. I don’t get what it is about me that puts people off just saying hi to me.

Other than a tiny handful of exceptions, and those *send these to 10 people* circulars that I appreciate and make me smile, no one really ever contacts me to chat. And I get it, we’re not all here for that. We all have our fandom friends, including myself, that we may chat to here or other platforms.

But I post 1 edit gifset AU outside of my fandom and my ask box blows up with a bunch of anons to let me know it’s an AU/fake - with varying degrees of civility. I liked the post, I got that it was an edit but I liked the point it was making. I’ve deleted it now because honestly, I just don’t want to get more asks about it. I don’t want to get that little alert and think “oh someone is saying hello!” to be disappointed with another ask about the damn thing.

It just makes me sad that that’s all I get. Am I totally unapproachable? If we haven’t really chatted but you follow me and like my stuff, please feel free to say hi, including all you fandom noobs. Send me an ask to gush about your favourite HEU rare pair, send me an ask with questions about one of my fics, or tell me about one you’re working/posting that you think I might like, link me your AU posts or head canons. Is that too much to ask?

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shiphitsthefan · 7 years

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After a super busy and productive weekend, my brain is protesting. Executive dysfunction like whoa. I was mostly catatonic all morning, and now I’m just very…bleh.

So, I’m asking for some help.

My goal is to get the HEU tumblr set up while ActionKid is at school tomorrow. I’m going to need posts to queue, because I want to promote EVERYTHING, both new and old. If you have rare pair posts of any kind, please reblog them and mention @hannibal-extended-universe on the post. This will make it easy for me to fill the queue for the blog while I’m figuring out how ao3 feeds work and creating an actual tagging system. So as to avoid repeats, please only reblog your own rare pair content.

Additionally, on new posts, you must include either "hannibal extended universe" or "hannibalextendeduniverse" in the first five tags. Otherwise, tumblr won't show it in the tracked tags, which means I won't see it.

I've got a more in depth info post coming, but brain weasels.

Thanks, y'all!

#hannibal extended universe #fannibals

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shiphitsthefan · 7 years

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So that you know, Hannibal Extended Universe doesn't meet the criteria to be a fandom on AO3. But they did already give you Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelson Character Combinations which does already match their other tagging. It lets you filter or just read them all. Easy peasy.

And the second message you sent, which is just variations on the same theme:

The Hannibal Extended Universe no longer really has anything to do with Hannibal, though. And AO3 did give you a tag: Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelson Character Combinations . Combining characters played by the same actors is not a new concept, so they're treating it like they are others on there based on usage.

May I direct your attention, yet again, to the Canadian 6 Degrees fandom, which has nothing to do with Due South and everything to do with rare pairs based on the show’s actors’ other characters in other media. It’s listed as its own TV fandom, in the TV fandom tags.

I get that HEU is something of a misnomer, but none of these ships would exist in the first place without Hannibal and Hannigram. It’s a derivative subfandom. And sometimes we like to read fics of ships we didn’t expect to see? I certainly never thought of BearDogs until @identically-different wrote a fic about them. That story would have fallen through the cracks if not for the Hannibal (TV) tag. Since we’re moving away from using that tag, it just makes sense to have a group tag for rare pairs, especially since it’s been established as a viable concept in another fandom.

Again, it isn’t going to happen overnight. I get that, too. (C6D has a whopping 118 pages of fic!) From what I’ve read, there’s still some discourse over whether or not C6D should be its own fandom or not. But we’ve already established that other fannibals want the rare pairs out of the main Hannibal (TV) tag. Our own fandom has decided that rare pairs are a different multifandom fandom.

I think that concept deserves consideration by TPTB of AO3.

#hannibal extended universe #hannibal #fannibals #ao3 #fandom #we just got a letter #Anonymous

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