Ahhh I would rather stay out of fandom terminology. Been through enough fandom wars where people picked one side or the other. I ship hannigram and I love interacting with content that is related to the dark themes of this tv series and fandom. Write what you love, read what you love and scroll past what you don't love
(thanks @patchouii for sharing how to break venom particles :3 )
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Tweezers in hand, Hannibal is leaning over Will's foot. He looks like he is performing a difficult surgery or like he is working on the plating of one of his pretentious dishes. Will has seen him using tweezers for that before - even when he was removing the bones of a fish.
The focus in his gaze was matching the precision in his hand.
"You must have been pretty popular," Will said, bracing for the removal of another spine, "among your patients - back when you used to work in a hospital."
"I was," he replies as he takes another spine out. The pain is never as sharp as Will is expecting it to be. Hannibal's hands are soft, his movements are never prolonging the pain unnecessarily long. He is confident in his dexterity. "Among the nurses as well," he adds, fugitively darting his gaze towards Will, who arches both of his eyebrows.
"Your colleagues must have hated you."
Smug bastard, Will refrains from adding but Hannibal somehow manages to read his mind.
"Greatness often evokes that sort of bitter feelings in the others. No point in being modest about your own capacity. And trust me," Hannibal says as he takes another spine out and squeezes Will's foot slightly, as a silent way of comforting him, "back then I really wasn't modest at all. I did come to learn that attitude speaks louder than words."
Will shifts himself, his foot slightly numb from keeping it in the same position. Hannibal guesses that and gently massages his ankle, careful not to touch the area where he had stepped on the sea urchin.
"Knowing you, I have the feeling you resent yourself for stepping on that poor thing."
"I do," he agrees and buries his face in his palms, "He was minding his business. I invaded his home basically."
Hannibal knows how gentle Will is with every living critter, he would never hurt one for no purpose. He had accidentally stepped on it then crawled on the beach. He had tried to remove the spines himself before giving up and calling his name, as the venom was slowly spreading.
He had secretly found a lot of comfort in Hannibal's arms, despite complaining about being carried all the way to their little house. Hannibal had washed his foot with hot water and vinegar. He had been in so much agony that he hadn't fully paid attention to his explanations about breaking down the venom particles.
"His family will cry when he doesn't return home tonight," Hannibal said, slightly amused by his dear Will's concerns.
"Thanks, that makes me feel better. Are you done there?"
"Three more that I can still access. I will rinse your foot once more afterwards. What is left will come out by itself in time. I am terribly sorry, Will. This will be painful for a week or two."
"I was stupid, I deserve this."
"Is that the type of thinking your psychiatrist would agree with? I am actually mad at this creature for hurting you."
Will sighs and playfully kicks Hannibal with his other leg.
"How many times have you actually done this before? You seem to have it all under control."
"This?" Hannibal asks as he removes another one, "Never. I quickly searched it on google as you were on the verge of passing out."
Will blinked. Google. Great. He had to admit that Hannibal performed the whole operation like an expert in spite of doing it for the first time.
"That makes me feel great," Will says.
"It would be tremendous if you avoided stepping on other venomous creatures in the future, Will."
"Did Google recommend that too?"
Hannibal stops for a second and gazes at him.
"You can be really snarky when you're in pain. You are really in no position to be bitchy."
"Said Count Bitch himself," Will replies, not wasting an opportunity. There was something about provoking Hannibal that brought him great satisfaction.
Hannibal abandons the tweezers. He looka like he is debating whether to bite Will'a foot off with his own teeth.
Will drunk on white wine, his head resting on Hannibal's shoulder and cicadas singing in the background. Hannibal's hand is on his thigh. He is filling his glass again. Will insists he won't be able to walk back to their house. Hannibal tells him he will carry him all the way back. Will laughs, tipsy. Hannibal clinks his own glass against Will's. When Hannibal's next sentence starts with "Remember when Jack Crawford...", Will's laughter intensifies so much he can hardly breathe. Hannibal smiles, amused by the roar of Will's laughter. He is happy. They are both happy.
Hannibal doesnโt end up having to carry him back, but he does have to keep a gentle but firm grip on Willโs neck during the walk to help Will a bit with the balance.
Will is infodumping about a particular branch of dung beetles and stops every time he wants to make a point -โHannibal..you donโt..they are recycling! Very mighty reshiclersh..recyclers..shut up, you didnโt hear thatโ
-โOf course not. And recycling, how fascinating. Please tell me moreโ Hannibal smiles and his eyes has the softest, warmest dark glow.
When they get home, Will manages to put on some music.
-โyou know Iโm a terrible dancer, but I really feel like dancing with you nowโ he giggles out.
Hannibal is on him in the blink of an eye, steady hands and chest to chest.
-โjust relax and lean your head right here, Iโll do the rest.โ Hannibal nudges his chin towards his shoulder.
Will tentatively lays his head there, closing his eyes and they begin to sway, slow and simple.
Heart to heart. The soft breeze from the ocean coming in through the open balcony door. Itโs more of a leisurely embrace than a dance. But itโs happiness. Togetherness. Belonging. Truth.
Will drunk on white wine, his head resting on Hannibal's shoulder and cicadas singing in the background. Hannibal's hand is on his thigh. He is filling his glass again. Will insists he won't be able to walk back to their house. Hannibal tells him he will carry him all the way back. Will laughs, tipsy. Hannibal clinks his own glass against Will's. When Hannibal's next sentence starts with "Remember when Jack Crawford...", Will's laughter intensifies so much he can hardly breathe. Hannibal smiles, amused by the roar of Will's laughter. He is happy. They are both happy.
Hannibal doesnโt end up having to carry him back, but he does have to keep a gentle but firm grip on Willโs neck during the walk to help Will a bit with the balance.
Will is infodumping about a particular branch of dung beetles and stops every time he wants to make a point -โHannibal..you donโt..they are recycling! Very mighty reshiclersh..recyclers..shut up, you didnโt hear thatโ
-โOf course not. And recycling, how fascinating. Please tell me moreโ Hannibal smiles and his eyes has the softest, warmest dark glow.
I love how everyone in the comment section of the jellyfish post is begging me to write the fic where Will pees on Hannibal this is so funny I'm wheezing
The salty water makes his dark curls stick to his neck. He grabs a handful of his own strands and squeezes it dry. He thinks he should ask Hannibal to chop them shorter as they are already tickling his shoulders. He knows Hannibal will protest - he loves his hair. He walks in, water dripping on the floor of the open space kitchen.
Another thing Hannibal will protest about.
In his right hand he is holding a fish that he just drops in the kitchen sink.
"Food's provided," he shouts and soon enough he hears movements from upstairs.
"Welcome back, mon amour," Hannibal greets him cheerfully as he is walking down the stairs. He closes the distance between him and Will and kisses him on the lips, on the nose and then on the forehead. His hands are already in Will's hair, completely unbothered by all the salty water.
He then looks in the sink and his lips curl upwards in an instant. The fish is still twitching. Hannibal reminds him of a cat, entertained by every single movement.
"Beautiful," he says as he starts preparing his herbs and spices, taking out small jars from the cupboards.
Will shrugs - never sure how to take a compliment. He is secretly proud of the prey too.
"Go shower. I will get started here," Hannibal says, suddenly aware of the puddle underneath Will.
"Yeah, yeah," Will says, "I can help, you don't have to take the fish's bowels out yourself. You can just...do the pretty stuff."
He has learnt which tasks Hannibal prefers in the kitchen and which he doesn't - chopping garlic and onion, and, taking a fish's bowels out. Funnily enough, it gets him euphoric when it comes to his sort of prey, just not when it comes to fish.
Hannibal smiles, as if he was looking forward to Will's offer.
"As you wish. I'll take care of the veggies."
"One more thing," Will says before going upstairs to shower. He walks towards Hannibal, kisses him, then leaves without saying another word.
Hannibal stares until he is out of sight. His heart is beating loudly.
I'm finally back at writing. Tho its a different fandom but i have written 12 chapters (2-3k words) in about 3 months and i have been actively writing on my own story.
reading your stuff is really motivating
Great job, you should be proud!! This is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard ๐ just do what you love
Will drunk on white wine, his head resting on Hannibal's shoulder and cicadas singing in the background. Hannibal's hand is on his thigh. He is filling his glass again. Will insists he won't be able to walk back to their house. Hannibal tells him he will carry him all the way back. Will laughs, tipsy. Hannibal clinks his own glass against Will's. When Hannibal's next sentence starts with "Remember when Jack Crawford...", Will's laughter intensifies so much he can hardly breathe. Hannibal smiles, amused by the roar of Will's laughter. He is happy. They are both happy.
