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love-songs-for-emma · 10 months

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s1 is like "is hannibal faking All Of This?" (the depth of his relationship with will); s2 is like "is will faking All Of This?" (the depth of his relationship with hannibal); s3 is like "oh man. these two are equally fucking insane about each other & they KNOW IT"

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vampv0id · 6 months

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Post-fall, Will is fucking around on Hannibal's piano with fumbling hands with absolutely no clue how to use it, and Hannibal is watching intently

#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal x will #will x hannibal #hannigram #post-fall

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chesapeakefreak · 1 month

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Baby's first fanfiction ! (kill me)

Now on AO3, short post-fall one shot.

Can you guys tell this is the first time I've ever written a fanfic be honest. Also, please be so real with the criticisms because I want to write more but I can't be out here embarassing myself.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannigraham #hannibal tv show #the wrath of the lamb #murder husbands #hannibal fanfiction #fannibal #hannibal #post-fall #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #authorhasnoideahwhatthefucktheyarewafflingabout

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chronicroderick · 9 days

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Post-Fall

Hannibal and Will are together once again, peacefully undisturbed, and in a moment of intimacy and affection, Hannibal reveals how he dealt with their separation after Mizumono.

Fluffy Fluff, Post-Fall, Light Mentions of Canon Violence, Light Mentions of Smut

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“I went ahead and searched through all of time. There is only you,” Hannibal said, caressing the loc at the forefront of the other man’s scalp. “There is only you. Some people produce a soft echo from their soul that may sound like you on occasion, or hum a funny little tune that tastes like something you would sing, but there is only one you. He sits here before me.”

There was the cooing of a dove somewhere outside the window. Spring had greeted the Earth as it did every year, washing the room with yellow light, a combination of the blue morning and the foliage in the garden. A breeze, gentle, warm, swept the lace curtain inwards, as if the house was taking a breath at the same time the men were. It carried with it the sweet scent of the hyacinths, cascading on some invisible river.

“There was a man,” He started again, tracing small shapes on Will’s chest, “nothing like you. Not in wit or in tongue. I did not long for him, ache for him, like I do for you. Nevertheless, I had spent so much of my journey on my own, searching for someone who could compare to you, who could fill this hole in my chest that screamed only your name, that when I came upon this blue eyed man, who looked all for naught like some cherub version of my Dogfox...”

Hannibal paused, moved his hand against Will’s cheek, forefinger gently rubbing the stubble, as if he couldn’t get enough of the sensation, and turned the brunet’s face towards his. Will, who had been peacefully listening with his eyes closed, opened them, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Oh how I missed that oceanic gaze.” Hannibal whispered, maroon eyes darting back and forth as he focused on one eye and then the other, his face sharp and intense for a long moment of glinting pupils.

“Are you attempting to memorize my eyes?” Will whispered back, a twinge of humor in his voice.

“I never forgot them. I simply find comfort in confirming it is really you in this bed.” His jaw flexed as he swallowed, “If you’ll permit me to finish my story I will. The last thing I want is to upset you or cause you jealousy.”

Will shook his head, “I’m jealous, but I’m not that jealous. We had parted ways. There was no way to know we would find our way to each other again,” Will absently rubbed the center of the sideways scar that ran across his belly, a phantom pinch manifesting itself as he spoke, “Plus, you already buttered me up to soften the blow, might as well keep going.”

Those dark eyes flickered to where Will’s fingers drifted over his skin. Hannibal made no attempt to grab his hand, but he could use their love language to convey comfort.

“Before I continue it might be helpful to know the man I speak of is dead. Never was there a time I was compelled to take his life for any reason other than to consume him.”

Will nodded once, “Playing with your food. Tsk tsk,” the slightest curve of the corner of his mouth all the permission Hannibal needed to go on.

The breeze blew inwards once again, the change in air pressure causing the closed door to the adjoining bathroom to rattle quietly against the doorframe. This time the wind carried the sound of a moped horn, polite in its short spurts, yet assertive.

“I sought a place I had not been in so long in the limbs of a body that was no more comforting than the empty halls of a hospital,” a pale hand ran over Will’s bicep, into the dip of the inside of his elbow, “though it may have brought physical excitement, and though even now it is with great shame that I retell such a sordid encounter in your presence,” his hand ran down the swell of Will’s forearm, “hiding from you has never been my instinct.”

He turned Will’s hand palm up, and began running his thumb back and forth over the veins on the inside of Will’s wrist, in exactly the spot where Hannibal’s skin was pulled together in a long apricot colored scar.

“I called him by your name, Will.”

Then a deliberate silence, filled with all the sounds of a lovely morning. Agitated tweeting of chickadees in the apple tree. A lawn mower in the deep distance. Even the sunbeams seemed to exist with an elegant hum.

“He grit his teeth then chuckled,” Hannibal continued. “There seemed to be no resistance to the name. I realized what I'd done, almost struck to apologize, but I withheld that apology. Then, the amoeba that he was, told me to say your name, to call for you, and I did. Over and over it was your name through my lips, your skin I wished to have beneath me, the whisper of your hair that I smelled in the back of my mind. I can not live without you, Will. There is nothing except you.”

Will glanced slyly at him when he finished speaking, “That story makes you sound incredibly pathetic. Desperate, even, for a shred of me.”

“Pathetic indeed,” Hannibal agreed with wide, insistent eyes, “you occupy every part of my memory palace. Every minute without you was an eternity. I lament fate for not bringing us back together sooner.”

Warmth streaming in from outside. Everything is hazy. Their hair does not seem to have edges, only obscure clouds of curves, and their limbs do not have a beginning or end when it comes to each other or to the way they form white snakes beneath the sheets. Electricity buzzes, sparked by the honesty from Hannibal, sustained by the acceptance from Will, who leans upwards to press a soft kiss onto his nose.

To anyone else, there may be an assumed hostility in the idea of a lover telling his man of old conquests. Fortunately for us these are no ordinary men. The time they spent apart was hollow for Will, was he not sharp enough to know that Hannibal was a hot commodity? Was there not a worm of wonder, no matter how much Will tried to squash it, as to where Hannibal would be and who he would be with in his time in Europe? Now he had his answer; in his mind Hannibal was always with Will, he was just as hollow, enough so that he fucked someone with Will’s name spilling from his lips. Someone with low enough self-esteem to allow such a thing. Someone weak. Someone Hannibal could never love. Will is charmed, as is evident from the soft look in his eyes. He had had a wife after all, a screaming, purposeful, opposition to all that Hannibal was, in an attempt to pull a cloth over those burning, burgundy irises.

“We both tried to survive separation,” Will said as Hannibal lays back down, “why tell me now?”

Hannibal is quiet for a moment, “I was curious what you would think. I'm always curious what you think.”

Will chuckles, “I like the idea of you using someone else as a surrogate for me. It's kind of… bittersweet.”

“Like when you killed Randall Tier.” The older man suggested with a smile.

“Yes, like when I killed Randall.” Will rolled over, one leg thrown over Hannibal as he laid his head on his shoulder.

Hannibal only hums and pulls Will closer. Another moped horn sounds, farther this time, softer. The wind becomes rhythmic, bursts of flowery aromas fill the lungs of the house, so strong you can almost see them, and a lazy bee tries to figure out what a window pane is. The two men do not stir, though they lay awake, adorned in this Italian spring. Their heads are not empty, never empty, but their scars remain healed. We must retreat now. This intimate moment is theirs and theirs alone. If you do not understand it then I will not judge you, but we must go. Let them enjoy this bliss. They've been through so much.

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hannigrarnrecs · 11 months

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the first condition of immortality is death by onehandedbooks

hannibal’s heart stopped for the first time after he’d dragged himself and will out of the frigid ocean onto the rocky shore at the bottom of the bluff.

#hannigram fic recs #nbc hannibal #hannigram #post-fall #chiyoh #angst #canon typical violence

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emptinesstomelodyao3 · 1 year

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Hannigram post-fall concept

TLDR: Hannigram post Fall would mirror Louis and Lestat's relationship

By now I'm sure everyone in the two fandoms is well aware of the parallels between Hannibal and Interview with a Vampire, but I honestly believe that if Hannibal and Will survived the fall then their relationship would follow a similar destructive arc to Louis and Lestat's.

I mean, you have The Fall, the creation of Hannibal's equal, it is the Hannibal version of Lestat turning Louis into a vampire - with the same amount of blood and (both metaphorical and literal) death. Will dies that night, just as Louis did, and he comes back new and, by Hannibal's standards, improved.

While, at this point, Will's morals has taken a significant blow, they still exist and I can't really see him immediately jumping to murdering people just for being "rude". He would gladly take Bedelia's life, Jack's, maybe even Alana and Margot's, but I can't envision him rising from the ocean suddenly willing to kill a man just because he tailgated them or something - he would need a better reason, something that would quell the insistent nagging of his shattered consciousness. (Despite this, I do love reading Murder Husband fics).

At first, I think Hannibal would be accommodating to this, like Lestat was, he would hunt alone and bring back meat to cook for Will and he would be patient. But eventually he would become bitter about it, he would come tired of Will's remaining morality and "high horse", he would see it as hypocritical or cowardly when Will has admitted so many times before that he enjoys killing.

I think Will would crave a daughter again, too. I think that he would find his "Claudia" somewhere, and take her in as a stray. Perhaps a similar situation to ITWV where she is injured and he must beg Hannibal to save her life. And Hannibal would: "anything for you." and all that. And, for a while, they would be happy - Will may begin to join in the "hunts" because 'not-Claudia' enjoys them as much as Hannibal does.

However, I think, that like with Abigail, Hannibal would grow jealous of Will's attachment to his new daughter. I think they would begin to fall about as a "family", with their relationship becoming superficial and fake, with hatred and anger seeping through the cracks. As Claudia learned that she was Louis' way of replacing his sister, I think 'not-Claudia' would learn that she was Will's replacement for Abigail and the dynamic would shift, with Hannibal feeling pushed aside.

Perhaps, like with Lestat, Hannibal would eventually grow angry and attempt to kill 'not-Claudia' but Will would intervene and they would return to their earlier selves; with Will brutalised and bleeding on Hannibal's kitchen floor.

I also believe that when, inevitably, 'not-Claudia' convinces Will to kill Hannibal and carry out her murderous plan, he will end up just like Louis. Lost in the manipulation, sobbing over Hannibal's dead or dying body and throwing not-Claudia to the side, or even killing her.

I think that would be their Post-Fall life.

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a-deed-without-a-name · 6 months

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We Are Now Among the Ruins

Hannibal survived the fall, but not unchanged. He intends to give Will the only gift he now can, and Will intends to honor him in the only way that matters.

AO3

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 20,027

Written: 2023

#hannibal nbc #fanfiction #angst #major character death #post-fall #paralyzed!hannibal #hannigram #cannibalism #autocannibalism #cannibalism as gay sex #surgery #gore #body horror #will eats hannibal alive #the real horror is feelings #serial killer!will (eventually)

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brianzellersbignaturals · 10 months

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first fic on my ao3 😎😎 been in the fandom a few weeks and finally got around to making an account (which happened to get approved the second the ddos attack happened 😭)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48515158

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #will/hannibal #hannigram #fanfiction #drabble #18+#post-fall #canon typical violence #murder husbands #religious imagery

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ascandalincamelot · 2 years

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Is there a fanfic about Jack Crawford and the FBI finding Hannibals and Wills intertwined bodies after the fall? Because I've been thinking about this and I shall not know peace until I read the emotions of everyone finding out what happened

#spoilers #hannibal #nbc #hannigram #post-fall #fanfiction finder #will graham #jack crawford #pls does anyone know any story like this

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umbrace-rambles · 2 years

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I feel like for S4 they should let Will Graham go back to his wonderful S2a longer wild curls look and maybe add a little of longer beard as well for full "I have embraced my darkness and I am sexy about it" effect

#they're likely going to spend god knows how much time half-dying somewhere anyway #they're bound to be disheveled and have longer hair + beard #I will fight anybody about this #I just think it would be sexy of them to fit the boot of how insane they are for once #hannibal #hannibal_funnies #hannigram #post-fall #let my men look feral #nbc hannibal

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hannigramfanfic · 2 years

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I need help. I'm looking for a Hannigram fic I read a few years ago and I hope someone might recognize it. It was multi-chapter. Will and Hannibal have run away and started a new life in a quiet suburban area, pretending to be a couple to avoid detection. Pretty sure they adopted one or more dogs. They slowly start to develop their relationship and I remember Will cooks dinner and brings it to Hannibal at his office, and then he sits in Hannibal's lap (I think...) It had an interesting title but, of course, I can't remember it. 😭 Thank you!

Hey, anyone able to help @humapuma find this fic?

EDIT: To Mend with Gold

#in search of #hannigram #fannibals #hannigram fanfic #hannibal #post-fall

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some-sick-deja-vu · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Post-Fall (Hannibal), Romance, Established Relationship, Cute Marital Bickering, Murder Husbands, Possessive Behavior, Working it Out, Lingerie, Clean-shaven Will, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vacation in Italy, Idiots in Love, Bratty Will, Sugar Daddy Hannibal Lecter, Smut, Rough Sex, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Seduction Series: Part 6 of After the fall... Summary:

"You seem a bit dependent on some of those old bachelor habits. Not used to answering to anything but your own sometimes idle or greedy pleasures. That’s all well and good so long as I’m the pleasure du jour. Otherwise?” Will smiled coldly and lifted his eyebrows. “It doesn’t. Work. For. Me.”

#hannigram #post-fall #one shot #new

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theriverbeyond · 10 months

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companies underestimate how much locking their content behind needing an account will just make me go do something else. oh your website wants me to make an account to view this content? oh your website doesn't show media to logged-out users? okay. i didn't actually want to see it that bad. yeah. bye ✌️

#twitter #trb.txt #websites need to realize that they are not a fandom artist i follow posting cropped art screenshots with a link to a spicy paetrom tier!!!#websites just do not have that draw!!!!!#welcome to me falling asleep posting hour where i empty my entire brain into the internet before falling asleep.

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nonebinary-leftbeef · 10 months

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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

#i've been listening to icarus by bastille #and for some reason my brain fills in 'this is how it feels to take a fall' as 'this is how it feels to take off all your skin'#and like fuck man #and I KNOW that’s technically not a misheard lyric but my post my rules cope #anyway my line now #also probably phrased this poorly but its ok #im allowed to be incomprehensible #as a treat #and then fuckin #from we sink by of monsters and men #the original line was 'please look away dont look at me'#and i kept hearing it as 'please learn a way to look at me'#anyway #shoving this post in the queue but please be aware that i am writing it very late at night #q

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hannigrarnrecs · 6 months

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the pines by nowsaguaro (nr, 10k)

after the fall, will and hannibal start new lives in finland. the small town outside of helsinki is by a lake… and nosy neighbors.

#post-fall #hurt/comfort #canon typical violence #chiyoh #hannigram fic recs #nbc hannibal #hannigram