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I'm looking for an old Hannigram fanfic I read about 3 years ago. It was being updated on AO3 and still ongoing during 2023.

Hannibal was Will's therapist (and secretly a serial killer), and Will had low self-esteem.

Hannibal used to spoil Will by buying him gifts and hiding them in different places for him to find.

I remember the author used to upload new chapters every Friday.

The story was long (over 50 pages)

Does anyone know the title or have a link?

Please share if you do!

bebx

457 X MURDER HUSBANDS

libertarirynn-deactivated202006

lastsonlost

I'll be happy when she's behind bars.

theevenprime

One ray of sunlight in these troubled times.

isiskitsune

Can I just say... A PI CANT FIND SHIT ON SOMEONE THATS 56 YEARS OLD AND IN SHOWBIZ?! Can I? Because GD is she fucked...

gellert-sparrow

Praying circle for her ass to land in jail.

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon

Going back through 30 years of people he’s worked with in some way or another and legit nothing! It’s beautiful karma.

ilyatt-deactivated20200607

qtpiecobi

fairy tail english dub actors seeing each other when they go to voice characters in bnha:

monfufu

forsakenoathkeeper

if u dont acknowledge the fanfics u read, the writer won’t think anyone is actually taking the time to read their stuff, which makes our effort feel wasted and our passions feel worthless

mysterymellie

on-friday-afternoon

ALWAYS REBLOG

lynlynlora

It’s Christmas time and I haven’t reblogged this yet. What a crime.

peachtiger

omfg

sailoreverything

Merry Christmas everyone :)

slushrottweiler-deactivated2025

For all my Xmas celebrating friends

xslytherin

Robert Pattinson's commentary in Twilight is hilarious

greaserphil

If you are in the Labyrinth Fandom you should reblog this yeah?

WE CAN RISE.

DO IT. DO IT FOR THE GOBLIN KING.

Lets see how many of us are out there.

dont-need-another-fandom

I mean….

seeyouallintherapy

REBLOG IF YOU WANT A LOVE LETTER FROM A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IN YOUR ASK BOX NOW

AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.

EVERY

SINGLE

ONE

finehoney

im so ready to be in a relationship so whenever the universe is ready hmu with a keeper

finehoney

i posted this yesterday then today this cute boy held my hand and now he is sending me memes

librarydvd

Reblog for love

maobeedong

i reblogged this yesterday and my crush kissed me today

billbenbev-deactivated20200214

Reblogging for love

hangmanshoney

reblogging for the hell of it an prayin the tumblr universe sends some luck my way

sorryimjessi-blog

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

mortally-challenged

hotgarbagecentral

If you don’t reblog this, then I am honestly very concerned.

5sosphanandshortbread-deactivat

everytime i see this im gonna reblog it and weed out my pedo followers

dreamstormdragon

I’ll reblog it.

sushi-monger

blue-skyes-above

m8 i talk to my internet friends every night

roseverdict

boi yesss

loki-hargreeves

@iraniq @godidontevenknowwhat and so many more beautiful souls ❤️

bee-w1tched-deactivated20230915

officialtonystarkprotectionsqua

REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT A PEDO

queer-things-and-stuff

Smh

lessy86

BLOGGING!

cdrcdiggory

a Not Happy thought: the “you look so much like your father"s die off as harry gets older. by the time he’s thirty, he begins to miss it.

shittyknight

Implying both that people who remember James Potter are dead and that James Potter did not get to be old.

notjustanyboggs

Harry Potter ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the lift doors. Was it him or was it beginning to thin?

Ginny used to tease him about it, when he nervously ran his hands over it out of old habits, saying he’d rub himself bald. She didn’t tease him about it now, though, which might mean it was actually happening.

He sighed; how old his reflection had gotten. The years passed and he knew that well enough, but each reflective surface still came at a bit of a shock.

He remembered the first time he looked in a regular mirror and saw his father staring out. Not approximations of his father, not the oft-comment of “you look just like James” from some adult, but actually looked in the mirror and saw the same man he knew from photographs.

And he remembered when he looked in the mirror and his father was gone and he was back to approximations. Looking like James Potter never had a chance to.

It was a morbid way of counting birthdays. This year I’m older than my father got to be. This year older than Remus and Snape. This year older than Sirius. In a few years he would be older than Alastor Moody.

No one ever said he looked like his father anymore.

The doors opened onto the floor for The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The Department had two settings: chaos when some magical mishap had to be brought in to be dealt with, and silence when everyone was off tackling the mishap in person. Today was the latter but that was fine. It was James’ turn on desk duty, which was the reason he’d come down, brown bags in hand. It was the only time he could ever seem to wrangle his oldest son for lunch.

Only when he got to the desk, a young witch - a child who hardly looked old enough to be at Hogwarts much less to have graduated from it - smiled up at him.

“Mr. Potter! I have a message for you from your son. They had a catastrophe that really needed his expertise so he had to go.”

Harry gave a small smile. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Just started last month.”

“Ah. First thing you should know is to never believe James Potter, especially when it comes to desk duty. He’ll do anything to get out of desk duty.”

She gave a smile you would give to an elderly relative doling out advice. “I will remember that next time.”

Oh well, if he was playing the role already, might as well commit. “And don’t let him push you around or beg off. He’ll always have a good reason but you’ve earned your field time like anyone else. And since I brought it down, you can have his lunch.”

That got a laugh as she took the bag. “Thank you. You’re welcome to join me…?”

He waved her off. “No, no, I have paperwork to deal with anyway. But thank you.”

He was about to turn back when she spoke.

“Y’know, it’s remarkable. I would’ve known who you were from a mile off.”

Harry raised an indulgent eyebrow. Four decades had dimmed people’s immediate recognition of him as The-Boy-Who-Lived, especially among the younger crowd, but it was hardly an uncommon occurrence. Still, he acted as if he didn’t know what she meant. “Oh?”

“Oh yes. You look so much like James.”

Time seemed to stop after her words. He didn’t breathe or blink, everything paused in a moment of both newness and familiarity.

Then it was done but the weight of his shoulders had eased a little bit and he gave a brief but genuine smile. Then he laughed. “Don’t say that to him; he’d be mortified.”

“I’ll remember that if he tries to put me on desk duty again then,” she teased.

Harry chuckled and waved and got back on the lift. When the doors closed and he saw himself again, he decided it didn’t really matter much if his hair was thinning. He could do with less of it anyway.