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“Are you saying that’s me?” Will asks quietly. “That I flew too close?”
Hannibal wets his lips, then steps closer, and the quiet precision of it leaves Will breathless. He lifts a hand to Will’s shoulder, then another to his face, cradling him with such care that Will finds himself caught with nowhere to look but into Hannibal’s eyes, and nothing to hear but his voice. For a moment, the whole world narrows to the warmth of his hands and the weight of his gaze.
“I’m saying you climbed higher than most men dare, Will,” he says. “You looked into the minds of monsters. You walked their halls, saw their dreams, their appetites.”
Will closes his eyes, the feeling of hopelessness starting to wash over him again.
“And now you’re falling. And no one knows how to catch you.” There’s a pause, long enough and quiet enough for Will to hear his blood rushing in his ears. He feels desperately hot in Hannibal’s hands, but it feels so good to be held that he daren’t pull away. “Except perhaps me.”
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OR: A string of child murders bring Will and Hannibal on the road together. Between long drives, cheap motels, and unspeakable violence, something raw and undefineable begins to take shape between them.
Bookmarked by lyssatype
15 Feb 2026
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I think that Will forgives too easily in this one, but otherwise it's a beautifully told AU of season 1 and 2
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rip my ribcage open and devour what’s truly yours by antiheroblake
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
20 Dec 2022
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will graham kisses hannibal during mizumono
Bookmarked by lyssatype
09 Feb 2026
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This is from Hannibal's perspective entirely and it is very fitting.
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Hannibal and Will have murder husbands mind palace sex, and Alana watches obsessively.
A slow, sneaky grin slides its way across Will’s face as he looks up at Hannibal and teases, “You enjoy being watched.”
“Does a lion eat its prey while it is still alive?” Hannibal asks rhetorically, an amused quirk to his lips. He drags his elbows against the silk sheets, letting himself rest his weight on them so he can comfortably brush his fingers through Will’s curls. After a pause, he drops his head, and presses his open mouth to Will’s. He pulls back a fraction, and breathes, “Yes.”
Fully smiling now, sharp and uncontrolled, Will arches up against Hannibal’s body, and asks, “Does that make me the lion, or the prey?”
“You are simply part of the pride,” Hannibal murmurs.
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09 Feb 2026
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This is the one where they keep having sex in their Mind Palace, to Alana's irritation
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Saving Will by DocMurphy, Entropyrose
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Lecter Series - All Media Types
10 Sep 2020
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"It takes a fair bit to rattle Hannibal Lecter, 48 year veteran of the disturbing and macabre, but the sight of what is clearly an omega sex worker at his hotel room door is almost enough to do it."
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Hannibal saves a beautiful Omega named Will from the hands of a scummy human trafficker.
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Bookmarked by lyssatype
08 Feb 2026
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Very sweet ultimately. Brutal in parts. Very short chapters tricked me into reading it in one night :D
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Picks up during the final moments of "The Wrath of the Lamb" (Hannibal Season 3/Episode 13) and follows Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Special Agent Will Graham in a canon-compliant reality.
Hannibal and Will must navigate the aftermath of escaping the BSHCI and their encounter with The Great Red Dragon. Their relationship is complicated, but they have to work together to evade FBI capture, while also coming to terms with their feelings for one another.
There will be love, hate, betrayal, manipulation, blood, murder and a sprinkle of cannibalism. It's Hannibal after all :)
Bon Appétit.
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A/N: As of November 13, 2024- this work is complete! Thank you so much for reading!
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Bookmarked by lyssatype
06 Apr 2025
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This one is very dear to me and has the most accurate characterization in my opinion.
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Curiously, Will’s hands found their way back to Ms. Lounds’ body, tugging at the skin’s edge, just around the border so he could peek in. He was certainly not bothered by it, whatever it was at the moment. “Tell me Will, is there something that has piqued your interest?” he cocked an eyebrow and smiled.
“It seems..” he tasted the words in his mouth, darting his eyes back towards Alana’s busy work, ripping away a perfectly healthy looking kidney. Odd she didn’t pick up the blade again, as it sat right next to her, it would have tremendously eased the excision.
“..it seems, a waste.” Will finally admitted.
“Waste?”
“To only take so little.” his head was inclined, his blown pupils almost unreadable through the darkness.
“Take whatever you’d like.” Hannibal lifted the scalpel from where it was dropped, and held it out for Will to take.
Will took the blade confidently, and pried open Freddie’s mouth, making small cuts at the back and sides of her tongue. He scoffed in frustration and laid the scalpel down, opting to dig his fingernails into the now perforated skin. He held one palm against her forehead to brace himself as the other hand began to tear
Hannibal’s amusement was just short of surprise, wishing to congratulate Will on the choice of dissection, but not wanting to ruin the moment with too much attention. Recipes flooded the rolodex of his mind as he watched with anticipation.
The familiar sounds of flesh being cut, ripped and torn from a human body filled the air. The smell of salty sweat and rusted copper swirled through his olfactory, reminding him of many cold nights in Baltimore. Cold nights, alone.