RawTears
Recent works
-
Live for You by WillGrahamBootyHoleConnoisseur (RawTears)
Fandoms: 소설 속 엑스트라 - 지갑송 | The Novel's Extra - Jee Gab Song
22 Apr 2024
Tags
Summary
A tired, sleep-deprived Kim Hajin tried to explained things to Kim Suho.
Or, something like that.
Recent bookmarks
-
Summary
A collection of my Hannigram post-fall one-shot stories. 🏝☀️🔥😍🔪🍽💗
- Words:
- 91,903
- Works:
- 12
- Bookmarks:
- 122
Bookmarked by RawTears
10 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“When was the last time you got any kind of check-up anyway?”
“Two weeks before I retired as a surgeon”
“Are you serious?”
“I lead quite a healthy lifestyle”, Hannibal pointed out, pursing his lips when his husband snorted out loud at that, “I do”
“Sure”
Hannibal huffed again, face rather pinched now.
“O come on now”, Will said, placing one hand over his husband’s.
Bookmarked by RawTears
07 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
En route to Kansas City for a murder case, Hannibal and Will get an urgent call from Jack, telling them to self-quarantine immediately in a small cabin near the woods.
Shopping at Walmart, one double bed and no suits will bring them both a lot of 'firsts'.
-
“Perhaps we could...” and before Will could turn, an arm extended before his chest to pick a bottle from the pile. “...forgo this for the coming weeks?”
Hannibal had appeared beside him, and Will saw the cart he was dragging after himself filled to the brim with cans, bags, bottles and packages. Toilet paper, too.
Hannibal had been smart rather than stubborn by forgoing the fresh, perishable produce, and Will was relieved to see it. The look in those amber eyes, however, was... haunting.
“That's my aftershave,” Will frowned, as he watched the glass bottle with the little blue ship being removed from the basket.
Bookmarked by RawTears
07 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Will Graham is a very successful detective for the local police, but when he gets shot, again, he is forced to see a psychiatrist for his trauma.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 57,966
- Chapters:
- 34/34
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 467
- Kudos:
- 1,335
- Bookmarks:
- 350
- Hits:
- 31,240
Bookmarked by RawTears
05 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Will sketched loops in silver with the fly line against the burnished orange of the deep morning, reading the water. Early summer meant trying to imitate golden stones with a bright red and yellow Stimmie, which he’d tied last night out of goose biot feathers for the tail and gold tinsel for the body. The best casting spot for the lure today lined up with an old tree, its gritty bark jagged with tongues of pale fungus, its boughs still cradling an old bird’s nest, abandoned for over a year now and still structurally intact.
“Any luck?”
“Not so far,” Will said. He reeled in the line and turned, picking out the dark, broad-shouldered man in a suit by his kit. Sharp-eyed, square-jawed, pugnacious curiosity: the man had to be a cop of some breed or other. “Can I help you?”
Bookmarked by RawTears
03 Mar 2026