Mads struggling to open the water bottles - I think we would’ve collectively came AND died if Hugh leant over, took it from him, opened it then gave it back to Mads!! 💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥🔥

i understand why they had to kill randall off but god he adds such an interesting dynamic to the murder family. will's surrogate daughter shares hannibal's attack style (precise, surgical, gutting like an animal for slaughter) and hannibal's surrogate son shares will's attack style (chaotic, animalistic, instinct-driven) and i'm so mad that it couldn't be explored more in canon due to the stupid plot

Important additional information we got from the panel, Hugh and Mads got tipsy during the shooting of the wrath of the lamb, like they found a bottle of wine at one point and kept drinking til they finished, maybe that’s why they were so enthusiastic about the kiss shot

So lovely meeting Mads Mikkelsen! Other than a great actor he's the most humble and down-to-earth guy ^-^

IT LOOKS LIKE MADS’ HAIR IS TOUCHING HUGH’S THUMB!!!!

Now I’m imaging Hugh winding it round his fingers as Mads is desperately trying to swallow his cock. “Uh-huh, Princess. A bit eager aren’t we?”

Mads looks at him with watery eyes & his raspy voice begs “Please Hugh.” #Madancy

Prompt: Will tunes out during sex.

They’re in bed, it’s very hot, and the fan hums a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room, calming, soothing. Beyond the gently flowing curtains, sunlight bathes the space in hues of yellow and orange, evoking the ethereal essence of a languid four o'clock golden hour. The sheets are white, soft, silky and perfect on a king-sized canopy bed.

The bed holds them captive each morning, especially on scorching summer days like this, when they linger, reluctant to part from its embrace. They’ll get up to eat sometimes, but usually they’ll pack up the mini fridge to avoid having to leave the bedroom. Today, a plate sits on the night stand, scattered with half-eaten grapes, strawberries, and watermelon cubes, and two glasses of tea, now diluted with melted ice.

CW: 18+

They’ve taken a cold shower a few hours ago to relieve the heat, and their bodies are now all soft, dried, and smell like bergamot, orange, pomegranate and patchouli. Will's hair carries the fragrance of cypress, lemongrass, and geranium.

They’re both delicious and fresh, naked on the Marrakesh sheets, crafted from percale Angel Luxe Egyptian cotton, it’s white and feels otherworldly sensual against their cool skin. Will is laying on his back, draped across the bed, like a lazy cat. Vacant eyes, wet hair almost completely dried by the heated air, head turned to the window, slowly blinking at the golden gleams outside. Hannibal lays beside him, body glued on his, one hand holding Will’s leg by the thigh, as he props himself on his elbows, face buried in Will’s throat, inhaling, kissing, tonguing, nuzzling that sweet spot, as his lower body moves back and forth, in and out of Will’s, rhythmically, sensually, languidly, and it feels like he’s covered in Ambrosia silk, sliding in and out with almost no friction at all, oozing and pouring from inside Will. It’s hypnotic, the sound, the sense of the movement, the heat coming off of their mingled bodies. His hands are already starting to form sweat from where he’s holding Will’s thigh, by the nook of his knee. Hannibal is trying to control himself and keep the pace slow, but he can feel it boiling up inside him. He notices Will is silent, which is rare, almost never occurring, in fact. Will is a screamer, he’s usually so loud, Hannibal wonders if the neighbors can hear them and that must be why they give them dirty looks. He doesn’t mind, of course. When he thinks about dying, he wishes heaven is a musical nothingness and his are Will’s little moans. But he is quiet now, and Hannibal lifts his face from Will’s neck to check on him.

His eyes are vacant, open but blinking slowly as if he’s on the verge of falling asleep. He’s reacting to the movements ever so slightly, with little sighs. He’s staring at the window but isn’t looking at it. The sun casts a golden shadow on half of his face, making his blue eyes appear extravagantly light, almost like the sky. And they’re void of the usual intensity they hold. Hannibal frowns at the sight, but gives him a little kiss on the cheek, to see if that will bring him back. Will just closes his eyes to the touch but continues to wander. Hannibal, with a lot of effort, stops moving and just looks at him. Where is he? Where could be better than here and now? He feels a soft ache in his chest. He though they were sharing something beautiful, but perhaps he was alone.

Will continues in oblivion, batting his lashes leisurely, lips slightly parted, his chest gently rising and falling. Hannibal considers saying his name but opts for a soft “hmmm” in his ear, like a cat purring for attention, followed by a light kiss there. Will doesn’t respond to it, so Hannibal lowers his leg back on the mattress.

“Hey, you” Hannibal whispers, nuzzling his ears and hair. 

Will lets out a small “hmm?”, absentmindedly.

“Where have you gone?” Hannibal smiles and tenderly brushes his hand on Will’s cheeks. Skin golden by the Sun, smooth by the au beurre de Karité he massages onto his face each morning. What a greek god, a mirage. So perfect, so sensual and beautifully crafted. “Is this not good for you?”

Will finally but slowly reawakens, raising his brows and blinking distractedly. “What?” 

Hannibal smiles softly at him and brings his hands to his hair, stroking up and down. “Was it not good?” he asks with genuine concern. “It was so good for me that I failed to check on you. I apologize.” He gives featherly kisses on Will’s eyes.

“What…” Will mumbles inattentively and finally find Hannibal’s eyes.

“Amore mio…” Hannibal gives him a fondly impatient smile. “Where are you?”

“Sorry,” Will swallows and sighs loudly. “It was good.” He parts his lips, tongue sliding out, leaning for a lazy and wet kiss. “Keep going.” He taps Hannibal on the thigh and lifts his leg back up, readjusting himself, shifting his head to the side again and closing his eyes.

Hannibal just looks at him for a moment. Will’s not even hard anymore.

“Tell me where you were.”

Will flutters his eyes open again, “Nowhere, I was here. Just…” he sighs, smiling at Hannibal now, “it’s really hot…and I’m a little lethargic, that’s all.”

Hannibal studies him for a moment, isn’t entirely convinced, but opts for a gentle kiss on the forehead instead of more probing. He looks like an angel and very hard to resist like this, all pliant and mellow. So Hannibal just shifts, getting on top of him, taking both hands in his and pressing them above the pillow, with gentle but firm pressure. Will blinks slowly and gives him a lazy smile. He’s still absent, but his body is reawakening, almost instinctively, to Hannibal’s. His legs languidly glide on Hannibal’s, inviting. Hannibal leans in and kisses him open mouthed, tongues slippery and sopping, in a way that always ignites Will and makes him painfully turned on, whimpering in Hannibal’s mouth through glossy kisses.

Just like that Hannibal can feel Will hardening against his core, and he smiles through the kiss. He slides in with no effort, both still sleek from before, and Will reacts with a little quiver, parting his lips. As soon as his eyes fall shut, Hannibal leans closer, nuzzling his face. “Uh-uh, stay with me,” he commands, willing him to keep his eyes open.

He does, and they make love like this until the sun begins to set, and the air begins to cool.

32 years later:

Did I mention that I love these photos?

To all those travelling to see Mads & Hugh this weekend I hope you have an amazing time. Stay safe, drink water, eat, look after each other & please share all of the pics!

Love you all 🫶🫶🫶🫶

#FannibalFamilyForever

Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 1024.

Crackship edits from Hannibal Extended Universe

Johann x Prince Charming

Need the plot?

Well if you try it someday, you might get a taste for it.

DUUUUUUDEEEEE