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“Our employer wishes to have a word with you take your leave for the evening. It’s been suggested you make a drink for yourself before I escort you to his quarters. You may be there for some time.”
Will’s stomach tightened into a hard knot. He can’t possibly know. That’s the only explanation but…
“Look, Mr. Bennett—”
“Just Bennett,” the other man interrupted. “Are you sure you do not wish to make yourself something to drink?” Will shook his head and took a careful step towards the doors.
“I am exhausted,” he tried. “It’s been a long day and I—”
“Have to be in a classroom at 8AM sharp to teach the method of reading ballistics patterns in crimes of passion,” Bennett murmured. “Our employer is very well aware of your full schedule, Mr. Graham. He’s gone to great lengths to ensure he would remain until you were no longer occupied, and he has many other things to attend to before his day concludes. Shall we?”OR
Will Graham has been working undercover for the Bureau for almost a year, completely unaware that the man he has been hunting has much better, far more sensual things in mind for them both. -
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“Detective Graham.”
Silence met Hannibal Lecter’s smooth, honeyed query. Had it been any other situation, he would have taken insult, but the man that stood before him was clearly not mentally in the room with them. He’d handled Hannibal’s things far more than any of the other officers, as if he intended to leave his mark in smudges of nitrile instead of fingerprints, in long, probing glances instead of blood, or sweat, or tears. Now, as Hannibal wanted answers, the detective’s gaze remained irritatingly fixed on the ground, giving Hannibal ample time to hungrily study the edges of his profile; a cut-glass jawline that was softened by the curve of plush lips, the unkempt boyish length of unruly curls that emphasized the detective’s obvious youth enough to make a mockery of his clear intelligence. Hannibal should have been vexed that someone so inexperienced had been brought into his home, but the very thought of any negative emotions fled the moment he’d laid eyes on him.OR
A man dies in Hannibal's home. The detective assigned to his case almost makes up for the inconvenience. Will Graham may choose to ignore him, but it can't last forever. -
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“I don’t have enough time to find someone to help me,” Will bit out harsher than he meant to be. “At this rate, my peak will hit in three days or less - Adam ensured he left me at a time when he could be certain it would hurt the most. He knows I won’t use a service—”
“But you could,” Jack interjected. “I know how you feel about them, but just this once you—”
“Don’t start,” Will growled. “I’ve never paid a stranger to fuck the heat from my body, Jack. I won’t start that shit now. There is no sense in bringing it up, so just don’t.” The line went silent; Will could practically hear the gears in Jack’s head turning. No. It’s embarrassing enough to lay my flayed heart across the floor for my boss to see. I am not going to entertain any further inquiries.
Will Graham is an Omega with a problem; his long time Alpha has left him just before his heat is scheduled to begin, leaving him to deal with the bloody consequences.
When Will meets his new psychiatrist, he may get far more than he expected from him. -
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“What is the meaning of this?” Will bit out. “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you have any idea who you’ve kidnapped?”
Hannibal’s breath caught in his throat.
The profiler’s voice was rich; deeper than he’d expected and heady as a glass of wine. His anger roughened the dulcet tones to a delicious growl, but Hannibal could listen to him speak for hours and never tire of the sound. The silence stretched for long moments before he realized he was staring, lost in thought. Hannibal shook his head and crossed his legs, focusing instead on Will’s questions.
“I take it that’s a no to the drink,” he replied smoothly, reaching for his own cup. “And you know very well who I am. We are in constant contention; it would be difficult to be unfamiliar.”
Hannibal Lecter, head of the crime syndicate of Baltimore, Maryland, has everything he could possibly want - that is, except peace. When the man who has been causing him not end of trouble asks for his help, the two of them, once thinking themselves in complete opposition, might find they have more in common than either could possibly imagine.
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“Do you have plans tomorrow?” he asked before he could stop himself. Hannibal glanced up from toeing their quarry with one shined Italian loafer, surprise painted clearly into his handsome features. Will suddenly wanted to be alone with that look on Hannibal’s face. Alone and able to act on all of the feelings that seemed ready to tear him apart at the seams.
“Tomorrow?” the psychiatrist parroted, clearly confused. Will’s lips lifted into a small, sincere smile.
“It’s Thanksgiving, Hannibal,” he clarified. “I know you canceled the party you planned for fear you’d be ‘interrupted during preparations’.” Will made air quotes as he spoke, deepening his voice comically to mimic Hannibal’s speech. “I didn’t make any plans either, but I suppose if you’ve got something going I can always call Beverly and—”
“You will do no such thing,” Hannibal interrupted, waving a hand as if to dispel smoke. “I’d enjoy it very much if we take the opportunity to have some quiet time together. Alone,” he added, emphasizing the word. Will’s smile deepened into a playful grin.
“Alone it is, then. Your place or mine?”OR
After a case, Will and Hannibal test what growing closer really means.Series
- Part 1 of Holiday Advent, 2024
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Until he focused the sight of his rifle, Will’s mind had omitted a single detail of the doctor’s features; a small thing that encompassed all of Will’s feelings, reflecting them back at him every time they were together like a warped mirror that only showed him the best of what he was. Will breathed a final shaking breath and put pressure on the trigger.
Goodbye, Hannibal.Hannibal Lecter, once Will's psychiatrist turned lover, has proved himself to be more than what he let on. When his name ends up on Will's hitlist, will he be able to kill the man he once loved more than his own life?
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“There’s no reason you need to take that tone with me,” the senior agent finally responded quietly, loosening his grip on his shirtsleeves with great effort. “I’m trying to look out for you, Will. The way I would look out for any other field agent, even though you’re not the same. The things you see—”
“I don’t need a shrink, Jack. I just need you to butt out of my life when it doesn’t concern you or my work.”
“Your night terrors and the consistent bouts of sleepwalking are my concern,” Jack barked. “Have you forgotten I am your emergency contact? I am getting a little tired of being called to retrieve you three miles from your home in the middle of the night because you had an episode you couldn’t control.” Will blanched.
“It wasn’t an episode,” he argued vehemently. “It was just…” he fell silent, unwilling to finish his statement. Finishing it would probably prove his boss right.In a world where magic runs rampant, renowned forensics psychic Will Graham is forced into therapy sessions to ensure he's fit to wade through the blood and death the new world has brought with it. His new therapist may prove to be much more than he first appears.
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Hannibal Lecter, a man renowned for his cold calculation and uncompromising control, had cut too deep.
He knew it before the blade finished slicing through his quarry’s flesh - knew it like he knew the distorted shape of his own reflection in huge blue orbs as Will stared up at him, shock and blood loss already bleaching his gorgeous features to ghostly white. The red that kept color in his cheeks when he blushed now stained Hannibal’s hands, covering them in thick crimson gore. The very thought should have excited him, but Hannibal was disgusted by it; horrified by his actions and their effect. He could have saved himself some of the pain that came with removing the knife. He could have simply allowed the other man collapse to the floor, but the moment he should have let go, Hannibal couldn’t bring himself to do it. He followed Will down, laying him against the tiles with a gentleness that made a mockery of the the wound he’d created; of the pain written across Will’s features.That night in his kitchen, in a rush of emotional upheaval, Hannibal Lecter ends Will Graham's life. What follows is a study in the capacity for first loves, forgiveness, hail Marys and second chances.
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Fuck. Holy fuck I’m in trouble.
Hannibal Lecter, Will’s self-appointed anchor to reality, was dressed as if he’d plucked his outfit straight from Will’s darkest, most desperate daydreams. The clothing that graced his frame could have been taken from any number of fantasies he’d entertained both before and after their first moment of intimate therapy together. He always hoped he’d be brave enough to ask for something like this one day, but after their initial conversation as to what those moments meant in the context of who they were to one another, he didn’t dare. He didn’t want to give Hannibal any excuse to bring an end to the precious slivers of time he’d come to rely on to shut his mind down, but gods, sometimes the other man made it difficult. Here he fucking stands, as if he’s known the entire time that I can’t just look at him without my heart skipping a god damned beat.
Hannibal and Will have found a sensual alternative to traditional therapy to keep Will's head on straight during his most trying cases. Neither wants to admit the truth - that therapy is an excuse to get as close as they possibly can.
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“Stop this. You know you are misinterpreting my words.”
“I don’t care,” Will seethed. “I don’t—”
“Shh,” Hannibal soothed, his words so close to Will’s ear, a shiver wracked its way down his spine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Will. Let me make it up to you.”
“You can’t—” Why am I arguing? He’s offering me everything. EVERYTHING. I—
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Will and Hannibal have been dancing around eachother for ages. One night of comfort in Hannibal's office after a bad case, and all their feelings come crashing to the forefront.Series
- Part 10 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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"You saved my life, you know."
Hannibal looked up from the elegantly embossed menu, staring into shining ocean eyes from across the polished wood of the table that separated them. Will boldly held his gaze. He no longer needed to look away; their trial by fire and water seemed to have cured him of that particular proclivity. Only his hands betrayed any nervousness - one quested across the table to grip Hannibal's available digits, the other played with the tines of a salad fork he had no intention of using. The doctor squeezed Will’s hand reassuringly, silently willing his own thumping pulse to slow.
Hannibal and Will find some time to slow down and assess their feelings in Cuba.
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- Part 9 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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“I want to break up.”
It should have been illegal for 5 words to be able to bring so much shock and instant, burning pain, but when he allowed himself some time for retrospection, Will Graham should have seen it coming.
The signs were all there, lit up like beacons in the darkness, warning of the inevitable decimation of his love life. He wasn’t a stupid man; he’d known they were there just as surely as he knew the names of his dogs. He simply chose to hope for a better outcome than what was staring him in the face.
He should have remembered that hope was a four letter word, just as destructive as the curses that now spilled loudly from his lips.
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Will Graham's love life implodes, just in time for Jack to hire a new staff psychiatrist to assist him with profiling their most recent case load. What begins as nothing more than vexation at having his world turned upside down may turn out to be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
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"Do I distract you, Will?"
The tone in the doctor’s voice stopped Will’s words before they could form. Whatever excuse he had been about to make evaporated from his mind like steam. Hannibal stepped into the room, shrugging out of his coat before closing the door to hang it on an empty hook. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before locking the door behind him, letting the sound speak irrefutably to his intentions. Silence remained his back. Hannibal turned to find the profiler staring, cheeks flushed with color.
Will seemed to have forgotten how to speak.
He watched the play of the muscles beneath Hannibal's shirt; watched and remembered gripping them, wondering again if he’d left marks. He needed to know if Hannibal’s body was as painted as his own- needed to know more than he needed to draw another breath. Will swallowed hard and tore his eyes away from the the swell of Hannibal’s chest in the enticing v of the shirt, his fingers flexing as if they wanted to reach for him. Hannibal grinned and pushed away from the door, rolling up his sleeves as he drew closer, watching Will's pupils swell to encompass the beautiful, endless blue of his eyes.Series
- Part 8 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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An unfinished glass of whiskey before the fire in his living room shouldn’t been enough to tip their careful emotional balance into intimacy, but it had happened all the same.
Hannibal knew he was fond of Will; he was gorgeous when he let his guard down long enough to offer a genuine smile and laughter that seemed to originate somewhere in his belly, released unconsciously into the warm air around them like a blanket. The sound of Will’s laughter was magical - a balm to Hannibal’s soul, even if he was loathe to admit it out loud. It was rare enough that he cherished the sound, hid it away in his memory palace to peruse when his mind wasn’t otherwise occupied. He found himself drifting to those moments more and more often these days, but he stalwartly refused to acknowledge the tug on his heart the memories caused; refused to name the feeling of warmth that coursed through his body.
Love was an ideal that was more expensive than Hannibal could rightfully afford, but it didn’t keep him from wanting it.
If only he had kept his hands to himself.Series
- Part 7 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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Though much time has passed since we parted ways, you are never far from my thoughts. I often wonder what it would to have you at my side, our fond goodbyes given and taken, gone from the lands across the sea without regrets to anchor us. Reflection makes the bitterness rise; I evade my musings whenever possible, but tonight, I am weak.
I have come to terms with the fact that I have always been weak for you.
You could have asked me to lay the world at your feet; I would have done so without hesitation. You could have asked anything of me; requested any show of devotion. I know now that I would have bared my throat to your blade if it meant your confession in my favor. I have to believe you know how I feel, or you wouldn’t have understood to what degree you’ve changed me.
And you have changed me, Will.
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After their ill-fated evening in Hannibal's home, Hannibal flees to Europe, only to realize he left his heart with none other than the profiler he tried to kill. Is Agent Graham willing to discuss what could be between them? There's only one way to find out.
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“I’m not ready to choke on my tie just yet, Brian. Give me a few more minutes to let my heart settle from my own attempts.”
“Hello, Will,” Hannibal greeted him as if it hadn’t been almost a year since the last time they’d laid eyes on each other. He stepped fully into the light, silencing the wild panicked thoughts spinning through Will’s brain, bringing them to a screeching halt. They drank one another in for long, silent minutes before Hannibal offered the profiler a small, empty smile.
“Forgive the intrusion - I’m aware that it’s customary to wait until the time of your vows to express such things,” Hannibal finally broke the silence, “but I very much object to this union you’re so foolishly attempting. We have much left between us and I have no intention of holding my peace.”
After the incident and subsequent disappearance of Hannibal Lecter, Will tries to move on with his life. When the man who'd broken his heart finds out, what are they willing to do to try and make it work?
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The door barely closed before Will clambered over the thin metal that separated them and into Hannibal’s lap. The doctor finally did what he wanted to the entire evening and brushed back the single curl that had escaped onto Will’s brow, letting his fingers gently linger before fisting the back of his hair.
“Do you enjoy the moments you can toy with me without consequences, darling?” he growled against Will’s throat. “Shall I remind you this evening of said repercussions?” Will bit back a groan and nodded, rocking his hips into Hannibal’s hardening cock.
“Give me an hour,” he promised through the whines that escaped without his express permission. “Leave your front door unlocked and you can make me as sorry as you wish.”
It all started with a courting couch - Doctor Hannibal Lecter finds himself completely unable to resist his betrothed. They only have three months to wait; it's just. Too. Long.
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- Part 6 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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“Who did this to you, Will?”
It was the first time Hannibal had ever used his first name; it was the first time Will ever got a taste of the power running beneath Hannibal’s skin. Searing heat overwhelmed the profiler’s senses; the words he’d tried to keep locked away forced their way from his throat. He’d never be able to deny this man anything - never again.
Will Graham, Omega and profiler for Quantico, is good at being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he comes back from a routine followup on a case with more wounds than he should have, he has more questions than answers on why he was suddenly left alone. One man likely has the answers - a man who could give him everything he needs and more.
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- Part 5 of Twitter Threadfics Gone Wild
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Will let the smile on his face grow as he stood; winced at the protestations of his lower back. Some deep, desperate part of him didn’t want the feeling to fade - the pain was irritating, but he also wanted it to last.
He wanted to remember every blessed moment of his night.
Hannibal and Will hooked up at a New Years Eve party. Will gets to enjoy the next morning and everything it brings him.
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- Part 6 of Christmas Advent, 2022