#mason verger fic

[fa1ryyz]

my mason verger headcanons! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

he has bum worms

[enbylestat]

Femslash February 2024: The Kindness of Women

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The beginning.

Fandom(s): Hannibal NBC and Hannibal (all media).

Pairing: Alana Bloom/Margot Verger.

Rating: M - mature. Don't like: don't read.

Summary: Late, fluffy! Femslash February starring Alana Bloom and Margot Verger.

Excerpt:

To say Miss Margot Verger was charming was an obvious thing. Of course, Alana knew of her lesbianism and was by far the last person to judge. A red angel, they called Alana. She had a great capacity to love and be loved, she was supposed to put a word to it – it was ‘bisexuality.’ 

But that had seldom crossed her mind, she wasn’t bold and brash like Margot. She had loved Will, of course, Alana had, for all his difficultness and pitfalls. She’d wanted to help Abigail Hobbs as well, whose relationship to her adopted fathers was complicated, to say the least. Abigail was a victim, and Alana a survivor and so it seemed was Miss Margot Verger. 

“Is your brother home?” “No,” Margot responded defensively, slightly recoiling at the mention of her brother. 

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[stranded-labyrinth]

everything about hannibal's manipulation methods rely on the fact that will's method of murder is far more violent than hannibal's. imagine if instead of aggressively confronting mason and then plotting with him, will took hannibal's approach to kill him. just this one time. tell me hannibal wouldn't kill mason himself after watching will start off as friendly toward him.

[mlmxreader]

let's talk about konigsblog. like, seriously.

if you're in the COD fandom, you probably already know exactly who they are and what level of depravity and disgust that they engage in. so let's talk about it.

for those who don't know: konigsblog routinely writes rape and pseudo-incest fic and tries to brush it off as "dark fic" and as "dead dove", whilst simultaneously trying to negate and undermine the experiences of irl survivors of incest, rape and other abuses by claiming that bc they're writing fiction, it's fine. anyone with a brain worth 2 pence can tell you that their excuses are bullshit and that they're just a fetisher who doesn't actually give a shit about the people who are genuinely hurt by such disgusting material.

now. I write dark fic routinely, I have written about topics such as trauma, heavy gore, serial killing, etc. what makes dark fic dark is the fact that it is about a topic of which you would expect in something akin to a horror film or a horror novel - something like the Dexter Morgan novel series or Thomas Harris' Red Dragon trilogy. dark fic is not, and never will be, the promotion, fetishisation and romanticisation of rape, incest, and pedophilia. the usage of "dark fic" within those circles is merely to avoid accountability and to avoid any and all criticism.

konigsblog thinks that they cannot be held accountable, as they're writing fiction, but when you look at genuinely dark novels from across the spectrum, you can see that they're nothing like whatever abhorrent fiction that konigsblog write. let me give you some examples:

in the Red Dragon trilogy by Thomas Harris, Mason Verger (an incestuous pedophilic rapist) is never written to be seen as someone who is desirable or whose actions are anything but disgusting. Hannibal Lecter (a cannibalistic serial killer) even says this openly several times that Verger is, essentially, a piece of shit.

in American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis, Patrick Bateman (a misogynistic, homophobic, racist serial killer who sexually assaults several women before killing them) is never written to be seen as someone who you want to be near or want to know. he is written as a depraved, disgusting, human being, and is treated accordingly - the novel is written from his POV, but Ellis makes it clear that his actions are VILE.

in Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, the male lead (a pedophilic rapist) is routinely written in a way of which makes audiences DESPISE him and his actions as much as they do his ideology and his thought processes surrounding a child. Nabokov makes it clear that rape and pedophilia are something that should be condemned and can NEVER be something romantic or appealing in the slightest. (side note: Nabokov was a piece of shit who wanted Russia to colonise Ukraine, so he wasn't exactly a good guy anyway)

in The 120 Days of Sodom, Marquis De Sade makes it clear that the rapists and pedophiles within the novel are awful people and he makes it explicit in their actions as well as the way of which they speak; you are not supposed to side with them, or to feel anything except disgust and horror that someone can commit such atrocious acts without having a second thought. the rape scenes are written to PURPOSEFULLY make you (the reader) feel disgust and to feel hatred for these characters.

do you see the difference?

dark novels surrounding topics such as pedophilia, rape and incest are written in a way of which does NOT condone these actions and does NOT treat them as desirable or as material used for one to masturbate to. whereas what konigsblog writes is explicitly written to be the opposite - its written to be desirable, to be something that you (the reader) should find attractive and WANT, it's written for you to masturbate to.

how abhorrent can you be that you would sit there and try to condone such vile and depraved writings? how apathetic towards your fellow man can you be to engage with this?

and there's no point in saying "Well, don't like, don't read" - no. because this is genuinely harmful material of which promotes and fetishises the most abhorrent and morally bankrupt acts known to mankind. this is genuinely harmful, its not a kink that people aren't into and is tagged properly (bc konigsblog RARELY tags accordingly), it is taking the WORST thing that can happen to somebody and turning it into pornography.

if you engage with or even support konigsblog, you do not support or care for rape, incest and abuse survivors - you do not. and don't try and pretend that you do. so many survivors routinely, openly and honestly, talk about how rape pornography, especially in fanfiction circles, is abhorrent and should NEVER be celebrated, engaged with, or supported - and its a travesty that we have to keep doing it and we have to keep saying "no, stop it, this is harmful".

if konigsblog continues to produce these works, and continues to improperly tag and continues to expose these themes as desirable and attempts to normalise this - it is going to hurt people. it is going to cause someone to actually get hurt.

I'm gonna tag a couple of mutuals in this, if only so that they can add their 2 pennies as well; @mockerycrow @kivino

[cedarxwing]

De figuris Veneris

120k words, complete

September, 1983. Will is a miserable graduate student studying forensic psychology. Unable to afford an apartment, he lives with his meddling thesis advisor (Chilton) and does housework instead of paying rent. As his sanity deteriorates, the Ripper, the Tooth Fairy, and his own dark history begin to blur. Meanwhile, Alana’s new suitor, an overly friendly surgical resident, refuses to leave him alone…

(1980s AU. Dark!Will figures out that the Shrike copycat is the Chesapeake Ripper. Surgeon!Hannibal plans to kill him. All the serial killers are obsessed with Will. References to obscure Greek mythology abound.)

Spoilers:

This fic goes out to anyone who wanted Will to kill Freddie Lounds/Mason Verger, and anyone who wanted a dinner scene where a brain gets eaten. mwah <3

[wonderviolet17]

hi you seem so cool!! can i ask for any details you want to share about the fic because good god claudia/abigail is genius (i’m only on s2e1 of iwtv but finished hannibal)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! i typed a out several paragraphs and then forgot to save it before i went to bed 😭 rip me

anyways, i don’t have it all completely planned out, but the story is largely as follows:

[ACT ONE]

this act is primarily focused on Setup, and claudia and abigail don’t meet yet. we follow abigail throughout season one of hannibal (which remains largely unchanged except for being set in the 70s rather than in the 2000s), but we also learn abigail’s history prior to the events of season one: delving into her character, her gender transition (she’s trans femme in this), and her relationships with her mother, father, and marissa schurr.

meanwhile, claudia, who is alive(in highly classified and spoilery ways), is hunting for mason verger. (the vergers are now vampires and mason is now the one who kidnapped claudia, not bruce) she finds margot verger instead and the two hatch a plan to kill mason. this fails, leaving margot wounded (and with court ordered therapy…) claudia helps nurse her back to health and they begin having a situationship(ish)

[ACT TWO]

this is where the madness officially Begins. claudia and margot quickly realize what hannibal lecter is. claudia follows him, and discovers abigail. the two begin talking, abigail unaware of who (or what) is visiting her. they become… close (gay gay lesbian gay), and claudia doesn’t share her discovery with margot. (alexa, queue causal by chappell roan)

hannibal pays for abigail’s gender affirming surgery and just generally is his manipulative self.

meanwhile, alana bloom is putting together a psychological profile for a serial killer known as (revolutionary), ‘the vampire.’ this killer is likely female, drains her victims of their blood, and targets sexual predators. her name is margot verger. (dun dun dunnnnnn… and the cat and mouse game begins)

(this is about where i realized that in doing away with the toxic yaoi vampire love spiderweb, all i’ve done is create my own toxic yuri vampire love spiderweb.)

on the eve of mizumono, when hannibal tells abigail to pack her things, abigail alerts claudia that something is happening. claudia arrives just as… The Thing happens. she doesn’t have time to kill everyone, only to grab abigail and race to the verger mansion, where she begs margot to turn her. (woah look it’s a parallelism)

margot does.

anddddd that about concludes the parts i’ve fleshed out, except that there will be Revenge and Patricide. x4. sorry not sorry xx they’re all going to hell.

thank you again for the ask!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

[cannibal-stag]

about this blog (and me) :3

my name is fable (or fae for short), and this is my hannibal sideblog that i finally made after months of telling myself i didn't need another sideblog

LITERALLY NONE OF MY POSTS ARE THAT SERIOUS IM JUST HERE TO CHILL

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• posts will revolve around characters, very rarely the actors. this is not an actor fan blog bc i tend to get uncomfortable idolizing real people and I don’t like being too emotionally invested in celebrities. if you do talk about/post about the actors, you’re still more than welcome! it’s just not my thing so i won’t post about them much

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[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Unseen (Marlana & Hannibloom) - shortfic

Explicit // F/F, M/F // Margot Verger/Alana Bloom, Hannibal Lecter/Alana Bloom // Tags: Canon, Season 3, sequel, crude Hannibal, trans masc Hannibal, relationship: Alana/Margot, Sex: Alana/Hannibal, flashback, vaginal fingering, coming out, cunnilingus, tribbing, manipulation. 

NOTE: Whilst Margot and Alana are together in this fic, the sex scene is between Alana and Hannibal in a flashback. 

This is a direct sequel to Seen. It is best to read Seen before this. 

Sometimes Hannibal gets under Alana's skin.

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: A Good Finger Wagging

Unseen (2.6k words):

Margot looked up as Alana came into the room, she’d opened the door with some force and dropped her bag heavily onto the counter.

“Bad day?” Margot asked. It happened. Alana’s new job held a lot of responsibility and that came with inevitable levels of stress. But she rarely brought it home with her like this. Usually only when something really bad had happened. And even then, she wasn’t able to tell Margot much about it - patient confidentiality extended to the nut house.

“Hannibal.” Alana answered, shrugging off her jacket and dropping it on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter before heading to the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of wine they’d opened the night before and for a moment Margot was sure that Alana was just going to neck it from the bottle. But at the last moment, her usually prim and proper wife grabbed a glass from the rack.

All the same, she poured the wine so high that it glugged from the bottle.

“Ignore that asshole,” was all Margot could offer, and it wasn’t much. Easier said than done.

Their lives were so entwined, what with Hannibal helping with Mason and keeping the secret of how he really died. And especially with Alana taking the position at the BSHCI. They had wanted her because of how well she knew him, it was felt she could keep him in line, be the one to hold the choke lead. No one had cared that perhaps that left her compromised.

Margot had cared, she’d told Alana to turn the job down. Especially after everything that had happened to the last director of the hospital. But Alana had reminded her that Hannibal had the secret over them, and that was one of the many reasons she wanted to be the person holding the keys to all the doors between him and the outside world.

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[rey-jake-therapist]

Very important question for Fannibals!

I'm sure there are people in the Hannibal fandom who watched the show more often, or paid more attention than I did. Google is useless so I turn to those of you who know the best! 🙏

It's a detail that seems insignificant in the grand scheme of things but I may reference it in my Hannibal fic and I don't want to break canon:

Did Mason on Margot Verger ever say when their father died? Was it earlier in the year or was it less recent that that? How did he die? I think I remember Mason saw him on his death bed so I assume he died of some illness or old age but is the show getting more specific?

Thank you in advance to anyone who can help me!!

[forthegothicheroine]

A thought inspired by @titleleaf‘s Hannibal Lecter marathon:

For like a year at least I’ve wanted to write Clarice Starling/Francis Dolarhyde fic, because Hannibal was no help at all during (at least the ebook and movie versions of) the Red Dragon case, and if Dolarhyde had lived, he’d have been a much better consultant. (And a better boyfriend, he at least tried to get better for Reba!) You can even include the Mason Verger plot if you really want- Francis Dolarhyde went to his camp at a kid, Verger did something creepy, the kid snapped and bit off a huge chunk of his face. I’d just need to do a lot of canon review, and Red Dragon is so sad...

[assorted-fic-recs]

Better Man (33160 words) by Devereauxs_Disease Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom/Margot Verger Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Mason Verger, Dr. Cordell Doemling, Tobias Budge Additional Tags: Alana and Margot are getting married, great for them - but Will's got other problems, like a massive crush on Margot's best man, Also he keeps accidentally committing murder?, it's probably fine, Hannibal is into it, Crack and Smut, Hannigram screwball comedy, Mason is a psycho, Margot is a BAMF, Alana means well, Will is a Mess, and Hannibal is Pepé Le Pew Summary: Will just wants to get through his best man duties with as little drama (and as much alcohol) as possible. Sure, the bride he's standing with is his ex, and sure, he might have made out with the other best man at the bachelorette party — but that's not the biggest problem. Will's far more concerned with the fact that his fellow Best Man might just be a killer, and that may not stop them from making out again… OR Dev smashed Bringing Up Baby, Arsenic and Old Lace, and a Pepé Le Pew cartoon into a fic because no one was supervising her. Fic is complete and will update Wednesdays

[ssaseaprince]

Could you write a post fall hurt/comfort and angst fic where Will gets attacked by someone looking to get revenge on Hannibal?

Okay this is like a year late.. my bad. But I promise I'm back to writing, here's the fic! It has plot holes and bad grammar but I did my best. I got another ask for a similar fic so I just combined them together.

Ask 2: Could you write a fic where someone hurts Will to get to Hannibal?

Old Friends Aren't Always Friendly

Hannibal is the kind of person that thrives on unpredictability. Monotony is maddening. His unpredictability is one of the things that first drew Hannibal to Will, it made him fascinating, fun. Hannibal had wondered initially if domesticity would prove to be monotonous, yet with Will by his side it was anything but. At times like these though, Hannibal found himself wishing for the predictable.

Hannibal had a lot of enemies. He never minded, what’s the worst that could happen, an attack? He was confident in his abilities to outsmart and overpower any attacker that confronted him. And if he was hurt in the process, he wouldn’t mind. It made the conflict more fun. Now, post fall (and before… who’s he kidding) he has another person to consider and worry about. Will could hold his own, he was near feral during a hunt. Beautiful, breathtaking, a force to be reckoned with. Will was as equal as smart and strong as Hannibal, he’d be just as fairly matched in a fight. So Hannibal didn’t worry. Before they had even fully reconciled after the fall, Hannibal had sat Will down and gone over his enemies with him. Because even though they weren’t on the best of terms yet, they were intertwined together, on the run alongside each other. Will would be a target. They didn’t need another Mason Verger situation, Hannibal had come too close to losing his muse that day. Will had listened and understood, and so the conversation moved on. Will and Hannibal had plenty of other things to focus, and so the topic was near forgotten. Until it wasn’t.

Hannibal and Will were rarely separate nowadays. They both liked the maintain their own hobbies, but tended to do them in close proximity to the other. There were times though, that distance permitted them, but those times were few and far between. Hannibal going to the local market alone, Will taking a short solo fishing trip, during one of their now rare arguments when Will would storm off to take a walk in the woods behind the house or Hannibal would shut himself into their library pouting over a Greek tragic. But never for long, and never without warning.

And because of that, when Hannibal arrived home after one of his rare solo trips to the market to find the house silent and alone, he knew something was wrong. Hannibal is not someone who panics, he gets emotional, upset, angry, sad, but he doesn’t panic. But with each sweep of the empty house, he felt his heart rate rising with each loop around. He stopped, and took a breath when he recognized the rising feeling in his chest. Panic would not find Will. The house was far from pristine, and when examined closely there was evidence of a struggle. Their dogs, two mutts Will had rescued when they moved into their new home, were locked in the bathroom, blood staining the fur around their mouths. There was shattered glass that had fallen from the countertop, and a knocked over painting. One of Will’s fishing rods had fallen off where they were proudly hanging on the wall waiting for use. And yet the lack of evidence of a true fight led Hannibal to believe that Will was caught by surprise, and most likely drugged. HIs suspicions were confirmed when he found a single syringe on the floor, hastily dropped.

Sloppy he thought. The dogs walked over, and on instinct he herded them out of the kitchen to avoid the broken glass. He examined the pups, and found they both had sore sides, but were otherwise unharmed. Most likely from being flung off when attacking the intruders. One licked his hand, leaving a red smear from where his bloody mouth wiped on Hannibal’s hand. “Good boy” he praised. He swept up the glass, and replaced Will’s precious fishing pole, and went into deep thought. He had plenty of enemies, but he and Will had been officially declared dead after their fall into the tumultuous sea, not to mention that they were deeply in hiding. It had to be someone with the money and the means. They had been sloppy enough to underestimate the dogs and leave behind the syringe, but sophisticated enough to track them down and stalk them, waiting for the rare moment Will would be alone. Hannibal had lived several lives in several countries, He examined the syringe and what little liquid was left, and realized it was a message. The killer wasn’t trying to hide at all. The initials DS were etched into the syringe, and suddenly a name and memory were brought to the front of Hannibal's mind. A long, half remembered hurt. A fellow surgeon, who had been vulnerable and depressed, a perfect opportunity for Hannibal to practice his manipulation and future favourite pastime of driving others to madness. Derek Sandler. He had been overworked at the time, stressed and falling down the slope of depression. He had expressed this to the then young Hannibal Lecter, his trusted coworker, who expressed his sympathies and offered his own advices. Hannibal had been pursuing his doctorate in psychiatry at the time, and used that to his advantage. The whole ordeal had ended with Derek taken away in handcuffs and charged with a life sentence for the murder of a patient. Hannibal had been quite pleased with the whole ordeal, and it further encouraged him to repeat this scenario in the future.

He had long stopped keeping tabs on Derek, so whether he had now somehow been released or had escaped was not known, but he was free. And he had Will. Derek would want to draw this out, regardless of his gruesome and impulsive crime, he was fairly level headed and calculated. If he took Will for revenge, he would be saving him until he could show off to Hannibal what he was doing. That means I have time* Hannibal thinks. I have time He repeats over and over in his mind while he goes about the tasks of taking the dogs to their neighbours to be watched, visuals of Will scolding him for leaving the dogs unattended for an unknown amount of time flashing through his mind. After the dogs were taken care of, Hannibal sat down and dug up everything he could on Derek. Turns out Derek had made friends with some very powerful fellow prisoners, and was able to get out on parole. He currently had a warrant out for his arrest after failing to show when he was meant to meet up with his parole officers, but there was no public information about his possible whereabouts. He was obviously not alone, but he was probably close by. He wanted Hannibal lured. He wanted Hannibal to see. Anger and panic attempted to crawl their way back up his throat again, but he shoved them down, swallowing his emotions. He decided to start simple, looking at a map of the area and all abandoned buildings nearby. After searching for some time, none seemed like the place. He expanded his search, and one immediately jumped out to him. An old animal feed processing plant. It was close, but not to close, and had been unoccupied for some time. And with that, Hannibal threw on his coat and shoes, strapped a gun and not one, but four knives to himself in various places. He came up with a vague plan, he would scout out the building and pretend to surrender himself. He doubted there was going to be more than 4 or 5 assailants, and although he couldn’t say for sure what condition Will would be in, he was riding on the fact that Derek was planning to save any real injury until he could make Hannibal watch. If he could get Will free, he strongly believed they could fight their way out. If not, dying alongside Will was an option. A grim one, but one nonetheless. Hannibal would not let Will, or himself, die alone. They went together. And with that, out the door and into the car he went.

Despite his best attempts and seemingly cold exterior, Hannibal was anything but alright. His plan was vague and mediocre at best, something terribly out of character for him. Control was in his blood, being so frazzled was unknown for him. And yet, since meeting Will, he’d had to be accustomed to more things then he’d care to admit, unsavory emotional responses especially. Will deserved a better plan, but with the panic threatening to overcome him any minute, Hannibal couldn’t find himself capable of creating a better one. The drive seemed like it took hours, and yet flew by at the same time. Hannibal’s hands threatened to shake. I’m being ridiculous He scolded himself. But this is Will. And nothing about Will elicits an ordinary response in Hannibal.

Hannibal watched from afar for what felt like an eternity, watching for movement through the large windows. It was dark out, but the building was bright. Come catch me if you can it seemed to call, which was surely intentional. Hannibal counted 2 figures he could vaguely make out, both standing near each other. After taking another breath, Hannibal unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of his car. One of the knives made its way into his hand, and he hoped if he was caught they’d be too caught up in it all to search him, and would assume it was his only weapon. He approached the side door he had spotted and was pleased to find it unlocked, whether intentionally done or not. Slowly opening the door, Hannibal crept inside. The place was empty, except for the two figures standing in front of a chair, partially obscuring it from view. A pair of legs peaked out from between the two men, demon clad legs wearing heavy work boots. Will’s denim and work boots. Hannibal clutched the knife in his hand, slowly approaching the three. A click sounded behind him, and a shadow eclipsed him on the floor. Someone was holding a gun to the back of his head.

“Well well, what do we have here” the unmistakable sound of his old coworkers voice reverberated through the room. Hannibal froze, and the two men turned around to face hi, exposing more of Will to his view. Will was tied to a chair, rope around his legs and arms, and a makeshift gag in his mouth, looking like a piece of his flannel shirt they had ripped off. He was awake, his bright blue eyes alert. Will’s forehead was dripping blood, and he was already starting to develop two black eyes, his nose slightly off center. His cheek bore a bright red handprint, but he otherwise appeared unharmed. Hannibal had been right, Derek had been waiting for him.

“Drop the knife” Derek commanded, and Hannibal followed his lead. His arms were pulled roughly behind him, and zip tied together. Their years apart and Derek’s memories of Hannibal all being juvenile was an advantage, and hopefully lead to him underestimating Hannibal. The knife clanged to the ground, and Derek pushed him forward with the point of the gun. They approached Will and Derek’s two helpers slowly. Will’s gaze was focused behind Hannibal, presumably at Derek, and all Hannibal could think for a moment was how stunning he was in his rage. When they got what Derek deemed close enough, he grabbed a fistful of Hannibal's jacket to pull him to a stop.

“You ruined my life,” he growled, his fist tightening, pinching Hannibal’s skin through his clothes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me, I mean, I’m sure there’s been so many. I’ve heard about some of the things you’ve done to your psychiatric patients, I’m not surprised.”

“It was all some sick fucking game to you. You stole my life from me, my career, my family, my morality*.” Hannibal felt the hand holding him tremble with the rage in the words. The two men stared at them, faces hard and blank. Will still look enraged, but Hannibal could see mild interest shining through his gaze.

Hannibal remained silent, and Derek continued on his rant. “But I made the best of it, you’re not the only charismatic one. I worked my way to the top, I made connections. I always knew I’d hunt you down.”

Hannibal nodded, and finally replied. ‘’You made a name for yourself, and did the best you could under the unfortunate circumstances you were under.”

The bumped the back of his head roughly, most likely bruising him. “Damn right I did. Once I realized the part you played I started making plans to hunt you down. When I heard you and your little toy” Out of the corner of Hannibal’s eye he could see the gun briefly gesture to Will, “were presumed dead from drowning, I knew it couldn’t be true. The FBI are fools to believe that. The infamous Hannibal Lecter, dead from a cliff fall.”

“You could say you outsmarted them, well done. I am almost impressed.” Hannibal replied. “Almost.”

His hands were still bound behind him, but while Derek had been talking, Hannibal had been shimmying one of the knives he had strapped to him out. He kept it hidden within his sleeve, and started cutting through the ties while Derek continued.

“Lucky you.” He couldn’t see behind him, but Hannibal assumed Derek had made some venture with his hands, as the two henchmen began to move. One pulled out Will’s gag, and the other moved stood beside him and grabbed a fistful of his dark curls, forcing his head to the side. Will didn’t give any indication he was in pain, but his neck strained.

Derek laughed. “You stole my life, now I’m going to take yours. And you’re going to watch.”

During the interaction, Hannibal had managed to cut through the zip ties holding his hands, leaving him free. He remained still, until he suddenly sprung into action. He forced the knife backwards, stabbing into his captors stomach. It was not enough to be fatal, but it was enough to catch him off guard, causing Derek to stagger back and pull the gun, and his hand, off of Hannibal. Hannibal turned, grabbing the gun before Derek could prepare himself, and wrestled it out of his grip. It went off, but Hannibal managed to gain control of it. He threw it across the room, way out of reach of any of them, and he gripped his knife tightly. He swung around Derek, who was finally coming out of his shock. He slipped behind him, and raised the knife to his throat. The two men had started running over to them, leaving Will behind..

“For all your planning, your anger still made you reckless,” he whispered through Derek’s hair. Derek was gasping in pain, and had a hand held up to stop his henchmen from approaching. The men froze at the sharp metal glittering against their bosses neck, not even daring to pull out their guns.

“Any moves I don’t approve of, and he dies,” Hannibal calmly called out. His heartbeat was calm, his hands stable. He was in his element.

“Now, if you’d untie my friend, I would greatly appreciate it.”

The men hesitated until Derek’s hoarse voice spoke up frantically. “Do as he says, do as he says*!”

The men backed up and one freed Will’s feet while the other undid his arms. Will slumped forward slightly, letting out a small gasp, seemingly in relief. One hand moved to grasp at his ribs, and he openly grimaced. Hannibal hid his smile. Clever boy.

The men held up their hands when they were finished, and Hannibal nodded his thanks. “Much appreciated gentlemen.” And with that, he slit Derek Sanders throat. The body fell to the ground, and the men charged again. Will jumped into action, grabbing one of the men from the back. He wrapped one hand in the man's hair and the other around his throat, and their fight began. The man attempted to head butt Will, slamming his head back, but Will moved away in time, anticipating the man's moves. The main clawed at Will’s hand around his throat with one of his own, while the other reached to grab his gun. Will was faster, tearing it from the man’s waistband. A shot went off, echoing nearly identical to the earlier one. The next shot though, was muffled by the man’s head.

While Will was engaged in his own battle, the other henchman was attempting to take out Hannibal. He ran full force, but moved to the side last minute and dodged Hannibal's knife. Hannibal swung around, but the man was able to knock into him hard enough for him to drop his weapon. The man smiled, looking like a snarl. He was bigger than Hannibal was, bearing more visible muscle. He assumed he could win in hand to hand combat, foregoing his gun. He put his fists up and swung. Hannibal was able to slide out of the way in time to avoid being hit in the face, but his shoulder was nicked by the rock solid fist. Hannibal ducked, avoiding another hit, and at the same time quickly unstrapped the other knife he had stuck on his calf. When the man looming over him attempted to swing again, Hannibal was able to drive his knife into the man’s gut. He pushed it deep, twisting it as he went. The man pitched forward, and Hannibal rolled out of the way. He stood over the man, who was on all fours and clutching his gut. Hannibal put a foot on either side of the man's back, pulled his head back and fatally snapped his neck. He was dead.

Hannibal looked up to check on Will, and saw that he had not surprisingly bested his foe as well. Will gazed back, but his eyes were lacking the sharpness and awareness that had filled them earlier. He moved almost in slow motion, a hand going down and holding his stomach. Hannibal could see the red seep through his shirt and begin staining Will’s hand, even from his distance. Hannibal threw himself forward, unthinkingly. Will’s legs gave out from underneath him, and he crumpled to the cement floor.

Hannibal grabbed him, adjusting his body to see the wound and its placement. “Will..” he breathed. The placement was poor, and near Will’s liver. Blood flooded through their fingers, and Will threaded his strong, work hardened hands through Hannibal’s softer ones.

“Of course I only get myself actually hurt after you get here,” Will joked. “Embarrassing myself.”

“Oh hush,” Hannibal mumbled, wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his arm.

“Hey, look at me Hannibal.” Will grabbed Hannibal's chin, forcing him to make eye contact. "I'll be fine, kay? We’ve survived worse.” His face was pale and his words were sluggish, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Hannibal stared into Will’s eyes for a moment and then nodded. He took a breath, and went into surgeon mode. He tore what was left of Will’s shift off and use it to put pressure. “Can you stand with my help?”

“I’ll try.” Will responded. And with that, he was pulled to his feet. His breath came out in a pained gasp, but he was able to give himself minimal support. Hannibal dragged him to the car, settling him laying across the back seat. The drive was short, and they had plenty of medical supplies at their home. If they stayed here Will would die. He would bleed out, his beautiful crimson blood staining the interior of the car. Hannibal flew home, bypassing all traffic laws. They were luckily fairly secluded, and did not encounter any law enforcement. He listened closely to Will’s labored breathing the entire drive, making sure it didn’t go quiet.

They arrived home in a flash, and Hannibal pulled Will inside. His eyes were half open and glassy, but he still managed to help walk inside. Hannibal took him to their basement, and had him lay down on the stainless steel table they owned. Will was mumbling about dogs under his breath, and to not let them out. Hannibal would’ve found it endearing if he wasn't so focused on other things. He would need to operate. And the room they used for their murders would be the best spot. Hannibal grabbed his medical bag, and Will had passed out by the time he came back, but was still breathing. Hannibal gave him anesthetic first, made everything as sterile as possible, and began. The bullet had nicked Will’s liver, but the organ was thankfully salvageable. Hannibal hadn’t operated in some time, but it truly was like riding a bike. It came naturally. By the end of it, he knew Will would live. He would be in pain and on bedrest for some time, but he would live. Hannibal got Will settled in bed, and doped up on painkillers for when he awoke. Hannibal stoically stayed by the other man's side the entire time, waiting for him to wake up.

When Will finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were Hannibal’s. Hannibal’s face was grim, and his eyes were blank. Will blinked slowly, and then reached out his hand, slowly stroking Hannibal’s cheek. And that’s all it took. Hannibal broke down, silent tears running down his face, his shoulders shaking and cheeks going red.

“Beautiful man,” Will said, his voice hoarse. Hannibal grabbed Will’s hands between his own, kissing them over and over. “My love, my love. I almost lost you.” Hannibal answers.

“Well you didn’t. Hurts like a motherfucker though. I need to stop getting kidnapped.”

“Language,” Hannibal manages to scold between his sobs. Will gives out a weak laugh. “Thank you Hannibal, for getting me back home. Again.” Will gives a faint smirk. “Even if this is all your fault. Gotta stop fucking with people.”

Hannibal just shakes his head, and then leans forward and kisses Will. Will kisses him back, their hands clenched together. “I’m yours, Hannibal. Nobody can take me away from you.”

Hannibal nods. “As I’m yours, my love.”

[coolpointsetta]

do you want to hear more of my hannibal!ted lasso au?

TOO BAD IM SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY ABOUT IT ANYWAY

(hannibal spoilers ahead lmao)

- REBECCA IS THE DEPUTY DIRECTOR OF THE FBI!!!

- ofc Mannion is the Dolarhyde narrative equivalent. Rebecca got promoted because she was the one who hunted him down bc she knew who he was and that’s part of the reason they divorced. everyone thought she was crazy. she wasnt.

- nate and roy as psychiatric rivals. ROY GETS CONTACTED BY TED ABOUT JAMIE AKA THE MOST SAUGHT AFTER PATIENT EVER INSTEAD OF NATE AND NATE THINKS ITS THE ULTIMATE “WE ARE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE” AFTER NATE LEFT THE FBI AND TED TO RUN THE BSHCI

- ZAVA IS MASON VERGER. ZAVA IS MASON VERGER.

- Jamie teaches at the FBI academy only bc the government wont let him be employed privately. he acc wanted to retire and work at a pre-school or smn.

- Jamie is Ted’s Most Special BAU Baby. Ted wholeheartedly believes that his love and acceptance and support is enough to keep Jamie from falling off the deep end in spite of every other professional saying “please. please stop. LOOK AT HIM HE’S GOT ANXIETY.”

- what about. WHAT ABOUT. WHAT ABOUT HENRY AS MIRIAM LASS. WHAT ABOUT THAT. WHAT IF THAT’S THE REASON TED PUSHES JAMIE TO FIND THE RIPPER BUT ALSO TRIES TO SUFFOCATE HIM WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION AND PROTECT HIM FROM THE WORLD WHILE EXPOSING HIM TO ONLY THE WORST PARTS OF IT.

- royjamie version of the ladder scene. thats. thats it thats the fic.

- roy killing james tartt sr after the man insults his practice. and feeds him to jamie. lovingly. either pre- or post-s1 finale. i think pre then he tells him afterwards, like in the late s2 era

- Roy and Roy’s sister were separated when the Lecter family was attacked and their other siblings were yk fed to them, and Roy, years later, didn’t realise that Phoebe was acc his niece until after he framed Jamie by “killing” her and they were living together.

- just jamie with will’s sass and all of his self confidence. “some lazy psychiarty there dr kent.” and “i dont want to kill you any more, dr kent. not now that i finally find you interesting.”

- roy as hannibal is so. HE’S SO. “long pig.” and “nothing here is vegetarian.” and “abigail hobbs is dead / long live abigail hobbs”

this is all semi-incoherent nonsense. i will be back with actual Plot and Legible Notes. probably.

oh my

oh my god

OH MY GOD

YOURE SUCH A GENIUS!!!!

roy and nate as rivals??? royjamie ladder scene?? TED TRYING TO HELP JAMIE AAAAAHHHHH

goddddddd ITS TOO GOOD

Thank you for sharing your thoughts i absolutely adore them i’m so normal about it (lies)

[hannigramtropefest]

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

Author: obfuscatedheart

Artist: Ani Louhetar

Rating: Explicit

Length: ~20,000

Ships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings: Graphic description of violence, A/B/O typical sexism, Alpha!Hannibal, Omega!Will

Tropes: Royalty AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega society

Summary:

Will is set to inherit his father's throne that is until he presents as an omega. He knows that he will be married off to someone who will take over the throne. A potential match is Mason Verger, who is violently anti omegas. Rather than be bonded to Mason Verger he instigates a war. To help his father to win the war he goes to a neighboring kingdom to ask for help. Along the way he meets the mysterious alpha Hannibal in the woods. Is he worth risking everything for?

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[roosterbox]

Well, I’m finally done with Season 2 of Hannibal. Think I’ll let myself take a day, then begin Season 3 in earnest this weekend.

That finale though. Damn. Now I need to look up all those fics I’ve read (and some I probably haven’t!) where Hannibal kisses Will instead of stabbing him, lol. Because honestly? When I first saw gifs of that scene, that’s exactly what I thought he was going to do. I mean, with how homoerotic this show is, can you blame me?

Also, from the previous episode, that scene with Mason Verger? And his face? I knew it was coming - I know my Hannibal lore - but daaaaaaamn son. I can’t believe this was on a major network. It was kept in shadows, but somehow also not left at all to the imagination. As a horror fan, I am so in love with this show that the gay stuff is just a bonus at this point.

Off to read some fic, I suppose.

[theboarsbride]

okay i might be mistaken, but are you the author that wrote that amazing verger fic some years ago? if not PLEASE ignore this lol

i mean MAYBE lol??

If you mean "The Boar's Bride" on ao3, then yeah that's me!! Due to some online experiences, I've been lowkey distancing myself from the Hannibal fandom so I don't really wish to return to this WIP anytime soon, but it's not wholly abandoned!

Edith is still very much a character I love, and have been developing her more and more every once in a while so she now is ready to become Mason's psychological tormentor because fuck that dude, he deserves nothing but torture... but if i ever returned to this WIP, it definitely will be more fleshed out and less amateur, and will absolutely have more of that 'horror fairytale' style I've been developing with my writing the past year or so!