Cute, For An Older Guy (Kaisergram) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Kaisergram - Will Graham/Duncan Vizla/The Black Kaiser (Polar) // Tagged: AU, retired Duncan, pre-canon Will, kinda AU Will, age difference, older man/younger man, daddy kink, bratty Will, bar hook-up, frottage, rutting, lap sex, coming in pants. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Duncan meets young Will at a bar...

Second installment on my @hannibalbingo card: "You're Cute For An Older Guy" (Polar)

Cute, For An Older Guy (2.2k words):

“Buy me a drink, daddy?”

It took Duncan a moment to realise that the young man standing next to him at the bar was talking to him. And young man was being generous, he wasn’t sure this kid was even legally old enough to drink.

Duncan huffed and turned back to the bar.

“Please?” It was almost a whine, and Duncan could feel him hovering at his elbow.

Without looking back to him, Duncan huffed again and replied, “You even old enough to drink?”

“I’m twenty two,” the young man laughed, a gentle tinkle that made Duncan shiver.

Duncan turned to look at him, studying his face. Maybe it was the light, because he’d still swear the kid wasn’t a day over nineteen, though something about his smirk made him look older, at least more worldly. Maybe it was the ‘daddy’ bit.

“If you’re twenty two, surely you can buy your own drink,” Duncan’s tone was no nonsense as he turned to the bar again. But the persistent young man didn’t give up. Instead he pulled up the stool next to Duncan and sat down, leaning in to speak to him.

“I can, but I like to be spoiled.”

Duncan swallowed, he was getting fucking hard whether he liked it or not. He hadn’t planned on this tonight. Just another quiet night in Triple Oak. If he wanted sex he’d go to one of his regulars in one of the many cities he travelled through for work.

Maybe that was why he was hard? It had been a while. He’d been content settling into the quiet way of life here. Being a man he’d never imagined he could be.

“Why me? Plenty of other prospects in here,” Duncan pressed, not bothering to look around to see if his claim was true. This place wasn’t exactly full of queer folk, and he wasn’t even sure why this kid would assume he was one of those few.

The young man leaned closer, his chest against Duncan’s arm as he muttered next to his ear, “You’re cute for an older guy, you look hot in those glasses. And, besides… I can tell you’re dangerous. I like dangerous men.”

Duncan drew back at that and studied him.

“I’m not dangerous,” he countered immediately.

There was another light laugh and then the boy’s hand was running lightly down his back.

“The way you sit, the tightness here,” his hand glided just to the left of Duncan’s spine where he’d been stabbed years before. “You may hide it well under your clothes, but your body has been broken and healed more times than I’ve had hot dinners.”

Duncan shuddered as the hand moved lightly over him, finding more healed wounds; another stab, two bullet holes.

“You a psychic or something?” Duncan asked warily. This kid didn’t strike him as a criminal but he clearly knew something about violence.

“Something like that,” the young man chuckled again. “You gonna buy me a drink?” He asked again.

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@thewolffearsher asked: Any chance you know of stories where Will and Hannibal knew each other before the show?

Hi there! Thank you for asking!

Yes, there are some I know of, often in combination with “established relationship” and “secret relationship”. I specifically looked for these, they are pre S1.

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An Engagement by mokuyoubi

Rating: teen Length: 4,608 Ten years before the events of the series, Hannibal and Will were married--but how did they meet, and how did two dangerous killers manage not to kill one another long enough to fall in love? A prequel to BoneAndScale's fic, In Sickness and in Health, which aims to answer, at least in part, these questions. New Orleans, 2003, a chance meeting between Officer Graham and Doctor Lecter in the emergency room leaves Will curious about what's going on beneath that placid mask of his.

(I also read “In sickness and health”, even though it isn’t finished, and I loved it!)

My notes: established relationship, pre S1, Murder Husbands

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Mizaru, Kikazaru, Iwazaru (Do No Evil) by Fallswithgrace

Please note, that I haven’t read this one yet! I’m recommending it only because it fits @thewolffearsher ‘s ask!

(Addition: I started reading it yesterday and love it so far! (I’m through about half by now) Kinda fits @thewolffearsher ‘s ask perfectly)

Rating: mature Length: 73,737 “I hope you don’t mind some additional company, Miss Bloom,” Hannibal says as he hangs his coat on the back of a chair. “Will, I’ve told you about Miss Alana Bloom, my TA. Miss Bloom, this is Will Graham, my significant other.” Alana leans forward with an outstretched hand, beaming with recognition. “Hannibal’s mentioned you, Will! I’m so glad we can finally meet. Please, call me Alana.” Will shakes Alana’s hand, answering with a less than polite but totally honest, “He has?” Flattering though the thought may be, it’s also out of character with Hannibal’s impersonal politeness. “We got onto the subject of Florence, and how could I not mention meeting you?” Hannibal says charmingly. “Hannibal said it’s where he became a man,” Alana grins, and her suggestiveness is not lost on Will. “I guess that makes the two of us,” Will says, and deciding to indulge Alana elaborates, “I was just an innocent college student with absolutely no plans to be seduced by an exotic doctor in training.” “It was a joint effort, my darling.” The effects of Will and Hannibal having developed a relationship 20 years prior in Florence. Prequel coming soon.

My notes: Murder Husbands, Will knows, Murder Family, established Relationship, pre S1

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You Make a Killer Couple by SingingInTheRaiin

Rating: mature Length: 5,029 Will and Hannibal get engaged, and move to Baltimore, Maryland to start their new lives together. Complete with murder, cannibalism, interesting solutions to arguments, those stupid ties that Hannibal wears, and Will's dogs.

My notes: Murder Husbands, pre S1, established relationship, Will knows

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That are all that I could find for now. There is at least one more out there that I know of, but I can’t find it right now. Will is still a police officer and Hannibal is an emergency doctor. Anyway, if I find it, I’ll add it :)

@thewolffearsher I hope, this is what you were looking for. If you were looking for fics more on the “established relationship” side that play during the series instead of these that are pre Season 1, just let me know! I’ll look for some.

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“Life with you is worth it to eternaly burn in hellfire that awaits our cursed souls.”    Happy Valentines Day with Murder Husbands.

Decided to post chapter 5 of Crime D’amour a day early! Hope you guys like ittttt :P 

Now both of them have BFs that are too sober for their #full homo

a little Halloween treat...

Laid To Rest (ChillyWilly and Hannigram S4) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Frederick Chilton // Tags: Crack almost treated seriously, Season 4, Cuba, Chilton is dead, Chilton is a ghost, ghosts, Haunting, sexual molestation (by a ghost), non-con becomes dub-con becomes con, wet dreams, blow jobs, hand jobs, fantasies, cuckolding, purposefully mixed POVs, riding, anal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, Chilton is finally laid... to rest. Patreon prompt fill.

TW: This is a light hearted and ridiculous story, however the initial interactions between sleeping Will and ghost Chilton are non-consensual and may be something some readers might wish to avoid. 

Hannibal and Will are being haunted by the ghost of Frederick Chilton, there's only one way to lay him to rest.

Laid To Rest (3.6k words):

Will woke in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed in a way that twisted the sheets around him and pulled a grumble from Hannibal.

He panted as he tried to focus on the room but it was too dark to make out much. There was nothing there, he knew. Despite his hard cock straining at the sensation that he must have imagined. If Hannibal wasn’t clearly so fast asleep beside him, he might have believed his lover was trying to wake him with a blowjob.

He groaned and pressed his hand down on his crotch. It was that faceless figure again. Or not faceless but obscured, just beyond his reach, like he wasn’t quite real. And it was a he, and it was, Will knew, someone he had known. He might not be able to clearly see who the person is, but he could feel him. A smugness and void of charm that persisted after death.

“Will?” Hannibal mumbled and reached for him and Will took his hand, squeezed it and then got up from the bed. He needed a shower, a cold one. And then he’d cuddle back up to Hannibal and hope to get back to sleep.

*

“Are we going to talk about it?” Hannibal asked over breakfast.

Will would have sniped that he didn’t know what Hannibal was talking about, but given that they shared a bed, it was difficult to hide anything from his once therapist.

“Not if you’re going to go all psychologist on me,” Will replied before forking eggs into his mouth.

“You’re not sleeping. This is the sixth time you’ve had a disturbed night in the last two weeks,” When Will continued to eat rather than replying Hannibal continued. “If it’s nightmares, Will, it may help to discuss--”

Will shook his head, about to protest that they weren’t nightmares. But what were they?

If he was honest, he wasn’t sure they were even dreams. Not that he was trying to ignore that they might be wet dreams, even if nightmarish due to the subject involved. It was more that it felt so real.

“It’s not nightmares,” Will finally said. “I don’t know…”

He felt discombobulated by the whole thing, he didn’t even have words to describe it. But if he couldn’t discuss it with Hannibal, who could he discuss it with? And after several nights of this, he really needed to tell someone.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

Hannibal raised a brow, “Crazy is not a word I use without caution. What makes you think you are crazy, Will?” His tone had slipped into his familiar therapist manner.

“They don’t feel like dreams,” Will replied quickly, “whatever it is, it feels real.”

“Dreams can often feel very real. The same parts of the brain that are active when we are awake are also active when we are in certain stages of our sleep,” Hannibal took the hint from Will’s expression and instead then asked, “And what happens in these not-dreams?”

Will swallowed and focused on Hannibal intently then, giving him a look.

With some amusement, Hannibal’s lips tweaked into a small smile, “Something of a sexual nature? Will, it is quite normal for men of any age to have--”

Will waved a hand dismissively, “If I was just having, um, night emissions, do you think I’d be so concerned? It’s not about what happens… what I do… It’s about what is done to me.”

Hannibal frowns at that and his concern is obvious, “Please explain.”

“In the night, I feel like… it’s like someone is there. A third person in our room… touching me. Sexually.”

“I see,” Hannibal’s tone and expression were dark and for a moment, dark enough that it sent a chill up Will’s spine.

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Secrets in the Stables (Hannigram AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, different first meeting, dark Will Graham, roleplay, sexual roleplay, master/servant, stable boy roleplay, spit as lube, rough sex, dirty talk, secrets and suspicions - but in a horny way. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Will is working in the shed when Hannibal drops by...

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Will's Shed.

Secrets in the Stables (1.6k words):

“Will?” Hannibal called out when Will didn’t answer his door. His car was there, so perhaps he’d gone for a walk.

Hannibal was about to go back and wait in his own car, when he heard the unmistakable sound of dogs roughhousing and followed the noise to the back of the house. There the back door was open and the dogs were milling around between the house and the open door of the shed.

Hannibal smiled and started to walk towards the old barn-like structure of Will’s shed, his heart already pumping at the thought of seeing Will.

No one made him feel like Will Graham did, and no one in the world could ever be quite like Will Graham. He was singular, unique in both who he was and in how much Hannibal desired him.

They had met at a Quantico event. Hannibal’s invite had been thanks to previous consultancy work he had done with the FBI, and Will was - apparently forced - to be there as one of the teachers at the academy.

Hannibal had studied him for over an hour before introducing himself. Will Graham was, without a doubt, his apparent opposite. Where Hannibal was charismatic and personable, Mr Graham seemed to be avoiding company as much as he possibly could. No small feat at a social gathering such as it had been. Where Hannibal was polite and well spoken, Mr Graham was gruff and monosyllabic, using rudeness to avoid conversation.

Perhaps Hannibal saw the challenge in it at first, but then he saw something else. Something in the way Will Graham carried himself, the way he looked around the room with the same disdain that Hannibal felt. He looked like a predator. And that did really interest Hannibal.

Making conversation at that party had been difficult. Seeking Will out later at the academy and getting him to agree to a dinner date had been even more so. But, as they made love for the first time and Hannibal enjoyed Will’s animalistic energy, he knew it had all been worth it.

He was sure he’d finally met his match.

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I'm Lost Too (Markus/Grigg) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Grigg (Jane Austen Book Club)/Markus (Riders of Justice) // Tagged: Post canon Martin, AU Grigg, trans male characters, trans Grigg, canon death (Markus' wife), prequel, Personal reflection, self discovery,  TW for slurs, self hate, Internalised homophobia, self acceptance, confessions, kissing, hand job (on a trans man), squirting, Happy ending. Prompt fill.

Prequel to Couldn't Wait 

Markus and Grigg's individual journeys of discovery lead them to each other.

I'm Lost Too (3.6k):

Markus flicked through the app, not really paying attention to any of the profiles and not swiping for any of them.

It had been three years since his wife was killed and whilst he wasn’t particularly looking for anything or anyone, his daughter kept encouraging him to meet new people. Even if just as friends, even if for a date or two. Maybe nothing more, maybe something.

Just Mathilde insisting on that had made Markus realise how much she must mean it. She'd loved her mother deeply and missed her in ways Markus hadn’t always been equipped to deal with. So for her to suggest that he needed to find someone outside of the weird little circle of friends they had grown since the accident, he had taken those words to heart.

He had made an effort. Partly.

He had set up the app, looking for 'friends, dates, maybe more', but he never really looked at any of the pretty faces that rolled by. It just became a habit for when he was bored. He’d been lucky enough to get set up in a desk job at the local barracks rather than being deployed again, now that he was a single dad and needed to take care of his daughter. So life was very different to how it had been, in so many ways.

It did mean early starts and sometimes he was home before she returned from school, and those were the times that felt incredibly empty. He hadn’t known much outside of the army, it had been his life since before he even met his wife. He didn’t know who he was without it in some form or another. But being stationed at home gave him downtime in a way he never had when deployed. Being on tour was never 9 to 5. He was never lonely, always with fellow soldiers. He didn’t know how to cope with the time he could now spend in his own head.

The time where he could explore why he joined the army, and maybe more importantly, why he’d volunteered for deployment after deployment instead of spending that time with his wife and child.

The thought made Markus’ face flush, his neck burn. Maybe things would have been different if he’d thought for one minute that he could accept who he was back when he’d been younger, instead of fighting against it. He’d done the right thing, though. That much he knew.

There was no way he was a fucking faggot.

The thought made his throat tight and he aggressively scrolled past a few more profiles and then stopped. His thumb hovering over the phone screen. He thought it was an ad or something at first, but then realised it was a profile.

The photo was blank - no image provided. And where most had profile names like “Stacey, 29, looking for fun”, this one simply said, “I’m so lost.”

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Wrecking/Worshipping (HobbsDogs) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/F // Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Abigail Hobbs (Hobbsdogs) // Tags: Het, canon divergent, Abigail lives, College student Abigail, Nigel Lecter, love confessions, nipple play, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, awkward dinner, awkward conversations, happy ending.

Nigel and Abigail navigate the future of their relationship now that Hannibal and Will know about it. Sequel to Willing/Wanting and Waiting/Writhing Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Over-the-knee spanking Wrecking/Worshipping (3k words): Hannibal’s cold tone sent a shiver down her spine. There was no question there as to why Nigel was even in her apartment in just his underwear, which made Abigail wonder if they’d been as discreet as she thought they had been. “Well,” Will’s tone was much warmer, amused even. He pushed through the door, leaving Hannibal standing there as he strode past Nigel and went immediately to Abigail. He leaned in and planted a light kiss on her cheek and handed her the small posey of delicate but expensive flowers that Hannibal must have picked out. “Hey Abi.” He smiled. “Hey,” She winced as she replied and Will grinned. “We thought we’d come to surprise you, but looks like you surprised us.” “Looks like,” Abi replied, wincing again, unsure quite how they were going to explain this away. Especially as, truth was, they really weren’t just fucking. One Day Later 3pm Abigail rushed in through her apartment door and dropped her bag onto the couch. “Nigel?” She called out as she continued into the bedroom, getting no response. She heard the shower running then, and that was a relief at least. He hadn't bolted and left her to deal with this mess. She’d managed to get short notice early leave from work, though technically it wasn’t necessary. They weren’t meeting Will and Hannibal until seven, but she needed the extra hours to get her head together. Really, she wished she'd called in for the whole day so she had a chance to really discuss all this with Nigel. This was never something she had planned for, and in retrospect, that was stupidity on her part. There was no way that Will and Hannibal wouldn’t find out about Nigel eventually, if they kept carrying on. Whatever this was, or whatever they tried to convince themselves it was, they were practically living together. It was only a matter of time… The shower stopped and Abigail knocked on the bathroom door. “Nigel, please…” She stopped, not knowing what to say next. Please hurry? Please hold me? Please turn back time and not have her surrogate fathers find out about him?? But never please leave or please make it so we never hooked up in the first place. Her heart plummeted at the thought of that. She pushed the door open to find him standing in front of the mirror, wet with a towel around his waist. “Florence,” he crooned as he turned to her, that smile just for her. Another reminder that they weren’t just fucking as much as they tried to deny it.

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