#will graham/hannibal lecter

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ROUND THREE: POLL #3

ROUND THREE POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Captain James T. Kirk/Spock:

"They have a deep understanding and affection for each other, they’ve both saved and sacrificed for one another many times, they both consider the other to be the most important relationship in their life, and the way they look at and touch one another absolutely indicates that they’re in love with each other."

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Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter:

They are so utterly insane, obsessed, devoted, and manipulative with each other. They were crazy and they were beautiful. Both on a textual level and a narrative level their relationship transcends anything I've ever seen on television. I could talk about it forever, yet words would not be enough. It's about understanding, it's about self-acceptance, it's about denying yourself, it's about nature, it's about devotion, it's about intimacy; it's about love in every form. And yes, it is also about cannibalism and murder, which takes it to a whole new level. devastating yaoi, this I swear.

Propaganda by @gorecorpse [HERE]

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Fic Snippet

Title: The Other Half of Me

Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Summary: He finds Hannibal, as he expected, sitting in front of the Primavera. He lays eyes on him for the first time since Hannibal gutted him and it feels like the world sharpens into focus, though he had been unaware of the blurry edges before this moment. Will stares at the expanse of Hannibal’s back and he aches.

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Prompt - "So much about this feels like a dream."

A Dolce divergent inspired by two of Lisa's beautiful paintings [x]

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As Will walks through the sprawling halls of the Uffizi he still does not know what he is going to do once he finally finds Hannibal. Two desires still war in his breast, yearning and retribution at odds within him - conflicting feelings that have plagued him since his imprisonment, they followed him from his cell back into Hannibal’s office and they refused to leave him even when his blood spilled in rivers across Hannibal’s kitchen floor as he desperately clutched Abigail’s neck in his hand. Even having the thought of his own child taken away and his surrogate child stolen from him a second time haven’t extinguished his desire, nor did betraying Hannibal sate his wrath. He remains stuck in limbo, chasing the shadows of Hannibal and Abigail in his mind. 

He finds Hannibal, as he expected, sitting in front of the Primavera. He lays eyes on him for the first time since Hannibal gutted him and it feels like the world sharpens into focus, though he had been unaware of the blurry edges before this moment. Will stares at the expanse of Hannibal’s back and he aches. He walks forward slowly, limping a little, and watches the slightest tilt of Hannibal’s head - an acknowledgement of Will’s presence as he no doubt catches his scent. Will steps up to the bench and cannot control the urge to touch, to make sure Hannibal is real in front of him, and he lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. The warmth of Hannibal’s body is searing against his palm, even through the layers of clothing. Hannibal looks up at him and smiles, something soft and genuine, an expression Will has very rarely seen before and his heart twists in his chest. He sits beside Hannibal and can feel his eyes on him, he gazes back and simply absorbs Hannibal - both of them battered and bruised as they sit before the glorious painting. There you are.

“If I saw you every day, forever, Will, I would remember this time.” 

Will can’t help the way he smiles at the almost ridiculously sweet sentiment, yet he can feel the honesty of those words and read it in the softness of Hannibal’s expression and his tender amber eyes. He has no doubt that Hannibal truly means those words. He can feel the thorn of wrath and retribution ease, his anger and hurt melting as he, not for the first time, feels the urge to kiss the other man.

He sighs, “Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven't been in years. I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear... what I was seeing.” He needed to find some clarity, to learn as much as he could about what made Hannibal the man he is and chase those pieces Hannibal kept so deeply buried. He needs to be sure that what he sees when he looks at Hannibal, that the emotions he perceives from him are rooted in reality and not a thread of his own deep yearning. 

“Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?” Hannibal asks, his voice low and the cadence reminds Will of the dark, quiet hours in Hannibal’s office and dining room. 

“Mine?” Will says softly as he looks at Hannibal, he has barely taken his eyes off him since he sat down, choosing to stare at him rather than the exquisite painting on the wall, “Before you and after you. Yours? It's all starting to blur. Mischa. Abigail. Chiyoh.”

“How is Chiyoh?” 

“She pushed me off a train.”

“Atta girl.” Hannibal remarks with mirth.

Will casts a glance to the sketch pad on Hannibal’s lap, a rendition of Zephyrus and Chloris etched onto the page, his own and Bedelia’s face stare back at him. He looks up at the painting and words slip from his lips, “You and I have begun to blur.”

“Isn't that how you found me?” Hannibal asks. 

“Every crime of yours feels like one I am guilty of. Not just Abigail's murder, every murder... stretching backward and forward in time.” It’s a strange and disquieting sensation, to feel so connected to Hannibal that they almost exist as one being, one soul separated into two bodies but forever tied. 

“Freeing yourself from me and... me freeing myself from you, they are the same.” In this moment Will knows Hannibal feels the same, it is just as difficult for Hannibal to sever their connection and Will wonders if he feels the same sense of being torn in half in his indecision. 

“We're conjoined.” Will says with a faint smile, “I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation.” As he says the words it finally clicks and his inner conflict falls quiet. Oh. I’ve been looking for you my whole life and I didn't even realise it. In the end it’s ridiculously simple. The core of it all just muddied by their actions, clouded by a cycle of reciprocated violence. He feels like laughing. 

“Now is the hardest test: not letting rage and frustration nor forgiveness keep you from thinking.” 

Will knows that Hannibal is half expecting him to attack, to react with wrath, and part of him wants to - a desperate and wild impulse to lash out to hurt and mark and scar. But despite that, despite everything, Will finally makes a choice. 

He reaches out, broadcasting his movements and his empty hands as he moves closer to Hannibal, the other watches him sharply and Will wants to smirk because he knows Hannibal does not know what he’s doing. He admits he enjoys the fact Hannibal can’t predict him and, in times like this, it works in his favour. Will cups Hannibal’s face in his hands, his thumbs lightly stroke over the sharp cheekbones he has admired since they first met. He delights in the way Hannibal’s eyes widen just slightly and the hitch of his breath. Unable to wait any longer, to deny himself any longer, Will moves.

He presses his lips to Hannibal’s unmoving mouth and sighs softly. Kissing Hannibal is nothing and everything like he fantasised. Hannibal is warm and his lips are soft, Will swipes his tongue across Hannibal’s bottom lip and hums quietly at his first taste. For a split second Hannibal freezes, the clatter of his pencil hitting the floor is loud in the loaded silence, then he is a flurry of movement. Large hands roughly grasp Will’s lapels to haul him closer and the previously still lips roar to life, Hannibal’s mouth turns hungry and demanding - teeth nip Will’s lips and a hot tongue slides into his mouth when he moans. The kiss quickly devolves into something passionate and filthy and uncoordinated in the desperation to be closer. 

Will pulls away a little to catch his breath, feeling giddy when Hannibal growls and curls his fingers tighter in his jacket, absolutely refusing to let Will retreat. His head feels light and the room takes on a soft glow, everything feels slow and heavy and illuminated with sharp colours, the universe shrinking down to their embrace. 

“So much about this feels like a dream.” Will whispers against Hannibal’s lips, the man presses small hurried kisses to his mouth and jawline. So many times Will has dreamt of this moment, of Hannibal and himself coming together not in violence but in passion, demanding hands seeking pleasure rather than pain, kiss swollen lips in place of blood stained teeth. He presses his forehead against Hannibal’s and stares into the older man’s eyes which have turned molten with desire, appearing almost red. Part of Will fears this is a dream, a hallucination conjured by his mind in his deep longing for affection from Hannibal. But the pinch of pain from his scrapes and bruises, the wet sensation of Hannibal’s spit on his lips, is undeniably vivid and gloriously real.

Hannibal pulls at Will’s bottom lip with his teeth, "Will, you have to know, now you have kissed me I am never letting you go." his voice has turned husky and Will shivers. 

He captures Hannibal’s lips and kisses him deeply, licking into his mouth to taste him and greedily drinks the moan that crawls up Hannibal’s throat and spills across his tongue. Will pulls back barely an inch and looks at Hannibal meaningfully and whispers, "Maybe that’s just fine."

[mistpodfics]

Back Ribs written by zombified_queer | @zombified-queer

A Hannibal Podfic read by mistbornhero as a ITPE gift for @tkaptains

Will is entirely at Hannibal's mercy tonight.

Podfic Length: 05:23 minutes

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I got a little carried away it seems. But it's weekend. So I had time to write.

Masterlist

Prompt used: Stitches, Pointless Arguments

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Hannibal TV

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham

Tags: hurt/comfort, possible out of character, argument

Warnings: none

Word count: 315

Hannibal and Will came back home from hunting. The air between them charged with frustration. Hannibal made his way to the bathroom to retrieve his medical kit.

"You got reckless." Hannibal claimed, opening the kit.

"How is it my fault?!" Will barks out "You were the one playing around!"

Hannibal cut away Will's shirt."You're unnecessarily rude, dear Will. I had everything in control." Will hissed when Hannibal pressed the cotton ball with rubbing alcohol to the cut. "You got impatient. While I find your restless nature indearing, I fear in the future it'll cause us more trouble." Hannibal stated.

"Don't act so innocent." Will scoffed. "As if your curiosity is any better."

Hannibal reached for the suture kit, taking a needle and thread. After successfully putting the thread through the needle's bore. "Take a deep breath in." Will does. "Good boy." He said puncturing the boy's flesh. Hannibal repeated that action until that long cut on Will's side is sewn shut.

"In fact you started it. You just had to test me or was it the pig's viciousness." Hannibal glanced at Will with unimpressed eyes. "What? I can't tell right now what your intentions were."

"Don't be childish, William. It doesn't become you." Hannibal chided, closing his kit. Then promptly stood up.

"And here I thought everything becomes me." Will snarked.

"That may be so. However you lash out your frustrations onto me; and while I tend to delight being on the receiving end of your temper; " Hannibal lifted Will's head to make their eyes meet, to let Will see his honesty. "I'd rather have you stop before you say something you know we both might come to regret."

"Of course, Doctor Lecter." He spat, stood up and went to his bedroom slamming the doors on his way.

Hannibal sighed then moved to the kitchen wondering what meal to make as a peace offering.

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Tried drawing Hannigram and uh I’m being ambitious. Feel lowkey insecure… 😭😭

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Rec: Good Bones by damnslippyplanet

Title: Good Bones Author: damnslippyplanet Canon: Hannibal Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham Rating: Mature [🍊] Word Count: 5,592 Summary: Something roils Will’s stomach and he’s not sure whether it’s nausea

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Matthew Brown (Hannibal) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Will Graham Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Night Terrors, Will Graham is Bad at Self-Care, Sexual Abuse, Angst, BSHCI, Slow Burn, Self-Harm, Protective Hannibal Lecter, Post-Episode: s02e07 Yakimono, Rape/Non-con Elements, Asphyxiation, Will Grahams mask, Will graham wants to bite, Scratching, unprepared sex, Blood and Injury, Pain Kink Summary:

Wills head is fully of memory’s from his time spent in the BSHCI and things don’t go well for him.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter had somehow convinced Will to partake in a sleep study of sorts.

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New chapter is up and running, will be posting a smutty one shot soon to tide peeps over ;)

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ROUND TWO: POLL #6

ROUND TWO POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter:

They are so utterly insane, obsessed, devoted, and manipulative with each other. They were crazy and they were beautiful. Both on a textual level and a narrative level their relationship transcends anything I've ever seen on television. I could talk about it forever, yet words would not be enough. It's about understanding, it's about self-acceptance, it's about denying yourself, it's about nature, it's about devotion, it's about intimacy; it's about love in every form. And yes, it is also about cannibalism and murder, which takes it to a whole new level. devastating yaoi, this I swear.

Propaganda by @gorecorpse [HERE]

Zuko/Sokka:

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“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

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Fic Snippet

Current WIP

Title : Heartlines

Pairing : Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

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Will steps up to the counter and watches Hannibal for a moment then reaches out and grasps Hannibal's forearm, his fingers framing the slightly raised scar on his vulnerable wrist. He brings Hannibal's arm closer and gently twists it so he can examine the pink line that marks the length of the older man's arm.

“Did it hurt?” he asks. The question may seem foolish for surely it had to be painful but he knows Hannibal will pick up on the nuance of his words.

“Yes.” Hannibal replies. Will waits expectantly and Hannibal doesn't disappoint, “I was not expecting you to reject me so harshly.”

Will rolls the words around in his mind, he supposes ‘rejection’ isn't the wrong word though that wasn't how he thought of it at the time.

“Did you enjoy it?” He doesn't know what answer he's hoping for but he can't restrain his curiosity enough to refrain from asking.

Hannibal looks at him carefully then smooths his thumb over the scar, deliberately brushing the tips of Will's fingers. “Did I enjoy the taste of your wrath, your violence? To have your passion directed at me?” he looks fond as he speaks, “Yes. Did I enjoy that it was enacted by the hand of your devoted proxy?” The words ‘devoted proxy’ spill from his mouth acidically, as if speaking them burns his mouth. “No.”

Will isn't surprised by this. Hannibal has shown himself to be possessive of him, greedy for Will's attention and resentful when it is directed at someone else. He is, however, surprised by the intense flicker of heat he feels. A knot of unexpected lust in his gut making his pulse race and fogging his sense of reason just a little. He slowly drags the pad of his finger along the scar, taking in the faint difference in texture of his skin.

He looks directly into Hannibal's amber eyes, “I would have enjoyed wielding the knife myself but circumstances did not permit.” He can't resist the jab and revels in the way Hannibal's pupils dilate. “I admit I am not content with the fact that my marks on you were not dealt by my own hand.”

He bows his head until his lips almost touch Hannibal's arm, Will's breath awakens a trail of goosebumps on his flesh. He looks up at Hannibal through his lashes, “Would you like me to claim them?”

Will smirks at the sound of Hannibal's breath catching in his throat, he tugs the other man's arm closer to his mouth until his bottom lip grazes the base of Hannibal's thumb. His skin grows damp from the heat of Will's breath, he looks up, licks his lips and raises an eyebrow in question when no response comes.

“Yes.” Hannibal answers on a rushed exhale.

Will grins, slightly giddy from the little thrill of power, “Yes, what?”

A sharp flash lights up Hannibal's eyes but a swathe of yearning and want quickly drowns it. “Yes, please.”

“Good.” Will murmurs against the flutter of his pulse, delighting in Hannibal's faint shudder.

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Still think this is the funniest Hannibal post I’ve ever seen

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Psychology of the Force-sensitive individual written by Jainas | @jainasherself

A Hannibal Podfic read by mistbornhero as a ITPE gift for @dr-fumbles-mcstupid

What is the Force to you, Will?

Podfic Length: 07:22 minutes

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