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"Did you just tickle me?!"

Will and Hannibal are in a therapy session. Will is trying to keep things serious...but Hannibal wants him to laugh and smile a little bit. He doesn't need to be serious all the time, right? He makes it his mission to make him laugh.

So I open up Tumblr one day...and Hannibal is trending?! Hannigram is trending?! And...I happened to have a fanfic that I kept locked up in a safe because I thought Hannibal was super off in terms of my brand. But wouldn't you know...So, I hope you enjoy.

Will Graham was looking around the room, admiring the many bookshelves of items against his psychiatrist’s walls. “The world is so complex…” Will told him.

“It is meant to be complex.” Hannibal told him.

“I know that...Otherwise the world wouldn’t be as serious as it is.” Will told him.

“The world has its serious points.” Hannibal told him, pulling out a larger book from his bookshelf, and flipped a few pages. “When you think of the renaissance era…what do you think of?” Hannibal asked.

Will thought for a moment. “Paintings by Leonardo De Vinci…sculptures by Michaelangelo.” He said.

“Yes. And how did their paintings make you feel?” Hannibal asked, handing Will the book with De Vinci’s painting of The Last Supper.

Will took the book, and looked at the painting. “Uhhh…” Will thought for a moment as he stared at the painting. “Confusion…Fear.” Will explained, before looking towards Hannibal. “What’s this got to do with anything?” Will asked.

Hannibal smiled and took the book. “The world can have its serious moments…with complex historical stories to try and take apart to better understand. We both know that.” Hannibal explained as he flipped the pages. “However…” Hannibal stared at a specific page for a moment. “The world can have its humorous moments as well.” Hannibal told him. “Have you heard of the painting ‘The Old Woman’ by Quentin Matsys?” He asked.

Will turned to look at him. “No, I haven’t.”

“It’s also referred to as ‘The Ugly Duchess’.” Hannibal smiled as he handed Will the book to look at it. “Tell me what you think of-”

Will couldn't help but crack up, interrupting Hannibal’s directions. “Sorry, sorry. Ihit’s just-” Will cleared his throat and turned the book to show Hannibal. “Wh-Why?” Will asked.

“It’s believed this piece is a humorous play on gender and female beauty. Many scholars refer to this painting as ‘satire’.” Hannibal took the book. “But on the other hand…the painting made the country, and later the world, rethink the idea of beauty and aging.” He explained.

Will smiled slightly…before clearing his throat and trying to get back on track.

Hannibal noticed this. “Might I ask why you feel the need to be serious?” Hannibal asked.

“Because I’m in an hour-long therapy session, and I only have so long to talk about a heavy job that will heavily affect my mind if I’m not careful…” Will admitted.

Hannibal nodded his head as he walked to his piano. “Very well.” He said slightly abruptly.

While Will closed his eyes and tried to think of what to say next, Hannibal sat down at his piano and…

Started playing music.

But not just any music: but that stupid song, Chopsticks.

Will bit his lip and tried not to laugh. Though, this wouldn’t last long…as the song was played, and the irony of Hannibal playing the song filled his mind…titters and laughter quickly erupted from his mouth. “STAHAP THAT!” He ordered with a smile on his face.

Hannibal couldn’t help a chuckle from leaving his own mouth. “Come on…” Hannibal stood up. “Even people like me need to get our creative juices flowing. Mine happen to currently be in the science of laughter.” Hannibal teased. “Also known as ‘Gelotology’.” He added.

Will sighed and tried to come back to his senses.

He soon managed to successfully get back to his senses. “I see- aAH!” Will shouted suddenly, holding his sides. He turned around, to see a rather humored Hannibal walking away from him. “Did you just tickle me?!” Will asked in surprise, still holding his own sides.

“Peherhaps I did. Or perhaps I didn’t.” He replied, trying not to laugh.

“Oho, that’s it. Get over here!” Will ran to Hannibal, which only led Hannibal to walking backwards.

“Will: a little reminder of our professional relationship-”

“Professional, my ass!” Will reacted. “You started this!”

“Wihill, I will warn you: I know how these games are played.” He warned, now ganging up on him.

“Good, getting eager now.” Will thought he had the upper hand the moment he grabbed his side.

“Nope.” Hannibal grabbed his hand, swung him so his back faced the doctor, and locked Will into his chest. With both his arms, he locked Will’s arms in place and tickled all over his chest and belly area.

“OHOHohoho nohohohoho! HAhahahahahaha!” He laughed.

“Ticklish, I presume?” Hannibal asked.

“Hahahaha- Yehehehehess!” Will tried to get out, but had no such luck. He was stuck in his surprisingly strong grip. Did Hannibal work out or something?! How was he so strong?!

“A man like you needs to relax. Relaxing is the only way to calm your nightmares and your nerves.” He told him.

“Hohohow cahahahan Ihi rehelahahahax whehehen yohohou’re tihihicklihing mehehehe?” He asked.

“Tickling releases endorphins. It also releases dopamine because you’re laughing.” He explained.

“Ihihi knohohow thahahahat.” Will told him. “Sohoho dohohohoes dohohogs!”

Hannibal stopped tickling him. “That is true. Do you have a dog at home?” He asked.

“Yeheah, a few.” He admitted.

“That’s wonderful.” He reacted calmly with a small smile.

“Ihis it?” He asked.

“Dogs are great companions. Better than humans sometimes.” he told him.

“I’ll say.” He replied. “Dogs don’t tickle you.” Will told him.

Hannibal smirked. “Are you not enjoying this?” Hannibal asked.

“I...I don’t know.” Will replied.

“Because we may stop anytime you’d like to.” He told Will.

“That sounds nice.” Will responded.

Hannibal smiled and moved his arms under Will’s armpits. “Ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Will replied, a slightly eager smile on his face. Will squealed almost immediately as he felt the tickles reach his belly and his belly button. “HAHAHAHANNIBAHAHAHAL! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Will laughed as his belly button was tickled.

“Not your belly button?” Hannibal clarified.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” He laughed.

“Very well.” Hannibal stopped tickling there and moved onto his lower back instead. This left Will in a state of giggly madness.

“HAhahahahahahehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe- Tihihihicklihihihish.” He laughed. “Your laugh is a pleasant sound, Will. You should laugh a little more often.” Hannibal told Will.

Will giggled and rested his head on Hannibal’s shoulder. “Reheheheallyhyhy?” He asked.

“Yes. Your laugh is a wonderful sound. In my eyes, your laughter even beats the piano and the violin.” He told him.

Will blushed at that. He didn’t really know what to say. “Thahahahanks, Ihihihi guehehehess.” he replied.

“You say that very awkwardly, Will. Is something the matter?” He asked.

“Nohohoho. Ihihihi’m juhuhust an ahahawkward guhuhuhuy!” He told him, as he felt his knees slowly fail him.

Hannibal stopped his attack and carefully followed Will down to his knees. “I don’t see you as awkward.” Hannibal picked him up bridal-style. “I see you as a beautiful creation.” Hannibal told him next, carrying him to a comfortable chair. “A person can sculpt a drawing based on his imagination, but he can never fully predict how the drawing turns out.” He told him. “Some of his drawings are asymmetrical. Some of his drawings will have quirks. And some of his drawings will be a little less than perfect. But they are still beautiful in their own right.” He told him.

He placed Will onto the chair, while he sat himself down on the armrest of the chair. Then, he started to tickle very gently up and down Will’s neck and shoulders. He would reach the shoulder blades, and would go back up near his upper neck again. It was a pattern he wanted to keep up.

Will was a giggly, wiggly mess. He was scrunching up his shoulders and getting nowhere in covering his ticklish spot…but he also didn’t wanna stop him at the same time. He was starting to realize that he might like being tickled!

“Does this feel different to you?” Hannibal asked.

“Feheheheels...Yeheheheah, dihihifferent.” Will replied.

“Do you want to move away?” Hannibal asked, tickling down to his shoulder blades and keeping his fingers there.

“Nahahat reheheally.” He replied.

Hannibal stopped tickling and turned to face him. “What you are experiencing is a dilemma known as touch starvation. When most people are tickled, they seem to hate it or tolerate the physical aspects. However:” Hannibal smiled and pointed to Will. “You don’t experience being tickled nearly enough to create a hatred for the feeling.” Hannibal further explained.

Will nodded and listened to him.

“Your many dogs don’t tickle you often, I presume?” Hannibal asked.

Will smiled and looked down. “They don’t think to.”

“Hm...That’s too bad.” Hannibal replied.

“How about you?” Will asked. “Do you like to be tickled? Are you ‘touch-starved’ as well?” Will asked further.

Hannibal smiled and chuckled a little bit. “I haven’t been tickled in years myself. You could say I am touch-starved.” He replied.

“Wouldn’t revenge be appropriate then?” Will asked.

Hannibal looked at Will...and sloooowly stood up. “...No.”

Will smiled and got up as well, taking a step forward. “You broke the ice. Now I can break it further.”

Hannibal took another step back with narrowed, observant eyes and a crooked smile on his face. “Is now too late to make rules on touching the therapist?” He asked.

“Technically touching the patient should’ve been off limits too. But…” Will smirked and crossed his arms. “You seem to want more than just a professional relationship.”

Hannibal didn’t know what to say. Will was right, and Hannibal didn’t like that.

“And while I’m on the subject:” Will put his index finger up in curiosity, before pointing at him. “If you hated being tickled, you would’ve said so. So if you like it…” Will got even closer to Hannibal.

“I never said I liked it.” Hannibal mentioned. “I said I was touch-starved.”

“You never said you hated it either.” Will mentioned. “And you said touch-starved people usually like it.” Will told him.

Hannibal opened his mouth...then closed it. Dammit...He was right again. “You are...smarter than you look.” Hannibal admitted, a little cowardly.

“Get over here.” Will ordered.

“No.” Hannibal said with a smile.

“I’ll chase you around this room if you don’t.” Will warned. He reached out for his side, causing Hannibal to jump back and laugh at Will’s failure. He had successfully dodged Will’s attack!

“Ohoho, you’re just messing with me now!” Will reacted. Hannibal smiled and chuckled. “Maybe.”

Will took off running towards Hannibal. This made Hannibal widen his eyes and just barely dodge him. But Will was smart. He grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him. “Gotcha.”

Hannibal just about squeaked like a mouse at his unpredictable, yet, predictable move. “W-Will, let’s think about this please.” Hannibal tried to protest. He appeared to be slightly taken aback by their physical closeness, yet grateful for the playfulness they developed in so little time.

“Getting antsy for me to get started?” Will asked.

“N-No!” Hannibal reacted.

Will skittered his fingers on his sides, eager to get started himself.

Hannibal held his breath and tried to get away from him. But a quivering smile was growing onto his lips.

“I see a smile. Iiiii see a smile~” Will teased, moving one of his hands up to point at Hannibal’s undeniably quivery smile.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “You see nothing of the sort.” He mumbled into his hand.

Will took advantage of this moment and quickly tickled him on his vulnerable hips.

Hannibal wheezed- actually WHEEZED, and doubled over. “NOhoho!”

“Hey! There we go!” Will bent his knees down slightly and tickled his belly. “Not so protected now, huh?”

Hannibal seemed to jump and jerked with every skitter. “HAhahahaha! WIHIHILL! STOHOHOP THIHIHIS!” Hannibal ordered.

To say Will was shocked, was an understatement. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like this!” Will reacted.

“PLEHEHEASE!” He covered his mouth with his hand in an attempt to muffle his laughter.

“No, no covering it up.” Will told him. “You, Mr. Lector, never laugh. It is MY job to get it out of you.” Will told him.

Hannibal struggled to deflect his attacks, and tried to back himself out of his grip. But Will always managed to follow him. Hannibal’s back eventually hit the back wall.

“Now to mess with you like I mess with my dogs:” Will knelt down really quickly and blew a big fat raspberry on his stomach.

Hannibal wheezed again and doubled over, before snorting and bursting out in glorious laughter. It was somewhat out of character for Hannibal to be laughing like this. But at the same time, it suited him so well!

“DAHAhahammihihihit yohohou!” Hannibal started poking at Will to try and find a tickle spot he had previously found: his belly button. “NOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA! HANNIBAL!” Will laughed.

“Yohohou ahasked for this.” Hannibal reacted.

“YOHOHOU STAHAHARTED IHIHIT!” Will laughed.

“Strahange how a button so small, can make a man like yourself, laugh so hysterically.” Hannibal told him.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Will cackled. Hannibal stopped poking and picked up Will, before dipping him backwards. “I suppose I should keep this a little secret from Jack...Hm?” Hannibal asked with a smile.

Will looked at Hannibal with playful fear in his eyes. “...Please do.” He told him.

Hannibal smiled and lifted him up. He looked at his watch and chuckled. “I suppose this concludes our...therapy session.” Hannibal told him.

Will chuckled. “If you can call it that.” He mentioned before poking Hannibal’s belly a few times. “You know I’m never gonna let you live this down, right?” Will teased.

Hannibal jumped and poked his belly button back, causing Will to lose his balance. Will fell onto his knees in a puddle of giggles.

“I’m not letting you live down that ticklish button of yours either.” Hannibal teased.

Will just laughed at that. “Hehehe...good.”

From then on...short moments of teasing and tickling would become more and more common between the two. But they would only do such things in the comfort of each other. They didn’t need to speak in order to make that rule.

#hannigram #slightly fluff #renaissance era #the ugly duchess painting #gelotology #ticklefic #switch!will #switch!hannibal

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