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Jack's back is turned to Will. He's in the doorway, and Abigail Hobbs is behind him, holding his gun, aiming it straight at Jack's chest.
"You think I killed Nick Boyle," she says, but her voice is shaky. Her hands are shaky.
They haven't noticed Will, but—
"I'm not here because of Nick Boyle, Abig—"
But Will sees Abigail, and it's the only thing he needs to sink the knife into Jack's jugular.
Out of all the ways Will Graham saw his bright and disastrous post-BSCHI dance with Hannibal Lecter ending, even he didn't see it ending with Abigail Hobbs rising from the grave as Jack Crawford descended into the Inferno.
Two months later, with Abigail off to college in Germany, Will and Hannibal negotiate a tenuous life in coastal France, featuring an extra ghostly house pest and all the emotional baggage you might expect. Things come together and things fall apart in this gothic romance, Mizumono murder family (eventual) fix-it. Diverges from canon the night of the lamb dinner (the last supper).
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Will's eyes skim up and down Hannibal's body in lewd strokes, gaze catching on the specialty black high heels curled around Hannibal's feet. Will's arousal is already starting to tent his pants. His eyes grow predatory and dark as they skim up Hannibal's bare calves, his bare thighs, all the way until his view is obscured by light pink frills and cherry red ribbons.
The high heels had to be custom ordered. The apron too, with its plaid pink design and cherry embroidery. The apron only meets mid-thigh, length made risqué by the pleats that line the lower portion. The top part barely covers his nipples, chest hair peaking out in a swath of silver—not that Will seems to mind.
The apron is perhaps more feminine than Hannibal prefers, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Will becomes distracted by a new killer on the block, Hannibal resorts to drastic measures to regain his husband's attention.
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Time is a peculiar thing.
It sticks like smoke off of incense in one moment, and springs forth like a python strangling a deer in another. It pools like molasses, slow and sticky. Straddling the shadows, flowing like a creek into a stagnant pond.
The year is 1926, and it is everything and nothing like any of the years previous.
After centuries of hunting and haunting, Chiyoh is closer than ever to finally tracking down the vampire that turned Hannibal and killed Mischa. There's only one thing standing in her way:
A nightclub in Paris called The Hunter's Lodge, and the elusive woman who owns it.
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There are a lot of ways to ask where someone's from, and Will's got just as many ways to answer. He's from North Carolina in one breath, and New Hampshire in the next, always obscuring his roots from anyone and everyone—including Hannibal.
For the FFE flufftober RE - a bastardized version of the prompt "misunderstandings"
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"Oral sex," Will blurts out before he can stop himself, looking everywhere but Dr. Lecter's eyes.
Dr. Lecter, ever the gentleman, doesn't look away from Will. He also doesn't press Will to continue. His legs are neatly crossed at the knee, his hands pleasantly folded in his lap. He waits for Will to continue, to explain, to talk himself even deeper into the hole he's dug for himself, and Will—
"You asked what helps me find myself when things get too—" Will makes a face and a gesture that indicate overwhelming is the word he's looking for. "So, oral sex. I find it…" Will swallows thickly, his eyes darting across the room to the large, grand windows, "grounding. To be able to…do something for my partner."
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The quiet of the stream. The hum of an engine. Will enjoys being of service to his partners, sinking into their heat and giving them what they need. Usually, that's an omega, but beggars can't be choosers after the sting of Alana Bloom's rejection and the piercing haze of losing one's mind.
The second half of season 1 starting with Fromage, but make it omegaverse porn - with all the dubious consent, hallucinations, and canon-typical shenanigans that implies.
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"Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: do this in remembrance of me. Take, drink: this is my blood, which is spilled for you: do this in remembrance of me."
A series devoted to the crack (treated seriously) premise that everyone has problems following Will and Hannibal's tumble into the Atlantic, but only our favorite murder husbands choose to take theirs out on everyone else in predictably absurd ways.
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What we feel is beyond words. We should be ashamed of our poems. - Nizar Qabbani
Series devoted to "Lines of the Equator & Clocks of the World" and its snippets, a post-fall verse set during and after a hypothetical s5/SOTL retelling.
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Bedelia sees a wounded bird and wants to crush it.
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Cut from the Same Cloth by ÉcrivainFantôme (EcrivainFantome) for TheDragonofHouseMormont
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
07 Aug 2025
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The year is 1935.
Will Graham is a private eye.
(A retelling of Hannibal (TV) as noir fiction.)
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26 Oct 2025
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Abigail comes home from college in Florence with a nose ring. Will becomes fixated, hating himself for the possessive nature of his response. Hannibal urges him to confront it, and he finds more than he bargained for.
Or, sexy murder family torment Will Graham :)
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25 Oct 2025
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Hannibal gives Will a pair of leather gloves, but is it kindness, or something else?
Will takes him to task to find out.
or: an entirely self-indulgent bit of power play glove kink smut for you and yours.
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19 Oct 2025
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i stg that, like, at least 150 of the hits on this fic are me coming back for seconds, really should've bookmarked this sooner
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Hannibal looks up into Will's eyes and sees the surrounding chaos sinking into them like screams into a pillow. Will's calm expression is puzzling. Surely, with his empathy, the level of distress around them should short every circuit in his mind.
"Didn't you get the news? We're all about to die," Hannibal says.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, I die all the time."
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After a home invasion gone awry, Hannibal Lecter finds himself dying and coming back to life so often it grows mundane. Mundane, that is, until he realizes he's not the only one.
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19 Oct 2025