need to see him whimpering like an injured animal, can he pleeease pleaaase lose a concerning amount of blood until he’s barely lucid. can i nurse him back to health like a baby bird pleeeeaaaaaseeeee
The fact that arguably the ship that has the most believable dynamic I’ve ever read is fucking SPACEDOGS floors me.
You’re telling me that out of all the ships the one that I think could most believably exist outside of fanfiction is from a subsect of the NBC’s Hannibal fandom that ships Nigel from the Mads Mikkelsen movie Charlie Countryman and Adam from the Hugh Dancy movie Adam!?!?!
Characters from TWO SEPERATE MOVIES BASED ON TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT THINGS THAT JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE PLAYED BY THE GUYS WHO WERE IN HANNIBAL?!?!
Will is in one of his appointments with Hannibal. he's thinking, all he can really do is think, and he has an idea.
(It's not perfect, but i enjoyed writing it and wanted to share)
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Will was sitting across from Hannibal. His fingers tapped the ends of his armrests. His eyes wandered around the perfect office, where everything has its place, and even Will has his place in this room.
He stopped listening to Hannibal ramble on with metaphors a long time ago. Right now, he is just going back and forth in his head about how and why he wants to straddle Hannibal. But that's not all he wants, the thoughts of killing were still fresh in his mind his hands wrapped around a throat watching as the life drained out of them, clawing at his hands, their pupils dilating their mouths slack as they gasp for air like a fish on a boat splashing about hoping to get back into the water… back to safety.
He stood pretending to listen to Hannibal speak. Rubbing his face and pushing his hands through his unruly curls as he leaned against one of the pillars, stood behind Hannibal.
“Is something the matter, Will?”
Will was silent as Hannibal turned around to face him. One leg over the other, his arm resting on his elevated knee, hair combed back and dressed to perfection. The perfect doctor.
“Is ... there anything in your life that isn't organised?” Will asked, placing his hands into his pockets. Moving over, he stood by Hannibal’s seat. Hannibal looks up and down at him, licking his lips as he takes in Will.
“You”, Hannibal replied. “I rather like that you are unpredictable,” he confessed, “most of my patients I can tell their every move ...but you Will. I can't”. This caused Will to grin as he stood in front of Hannibal.
“I'm unpredictable”, Will repeated. That was true, not knowing when an episode was going to hit and what would come out of his mouth, would he wake up here or back in his home? No one would know. “I'm feeling a little unpredictable right now” he admitted.
He saw the way Hannibal always looked at him before. The way his eyes took in every inch of him, brief touches that almost burned him, branded by Hannibal’s fingertips.
Straddling Hannibal's thighs Will looked at him. Those dark eyes were once again taking him in but this time whole. Looking at every detail on Hannibal’s face he could see the age, the wear and tear of time...the experience was right here in front of him.
“May I ask what you are doing?” Hannibal asked him as his eyes darted from Will’s thighs up to his face.
“You may not. Doctor Lecter,” Will replied. Will wasn't even sure what he was doing. Did he just want the contact? Did being turned down by Alana hurt him that badly that he would take his frustration out on Hannibal?
Reaching down he grabbed Hannibal’s hand. Lifting it up he entwined his fingers with the others, moving the hand closer to his mouth he licked at the fingertips, his eyes not leaving Hannibal's. Taking in every expression and flinch, maybe Will just wanted power over someone ...be able to control something in his life.
Hannibal shifted slightly under Will, he felt the movement and grinned. Looking at Hannibal’s face he got the answer he was looking for, it was not feeling awkward but more hunger and desire than anything else, it was more clear than any other emotions that the doctor showed.
“Indulge me, doctor”. Will drew out the way he said doctor, letting it linger on his tongue as he kissed the palm of Hannibal’s hand.
Hannibal craned his head to the side “What exactly am I letting you indulge in?” he asked. The smirk on Will’s face said it all. His hands moved forward as he hooked a finger on his tie to loosen it. Undoing the top three buttons, Hannibal’s breathing hitched. He licked his lips as he felt Will’s hand on his neck, his thumb rubbing against his Adam's Apple.
“Do you trust me Hannibal?”
He blinked with his single word response. “Yes”.
He slid his other hand around Hannibal’s neck. His chin lifted up at Will’s grip, pressing his thumbs against his neck, Hannibal let out a sharp gasp. He grabbed the chair armrest as Will started to have a tighter grip. Will’s mouth twitched as he watched Hannibal. Their eyes locked for a moment. Hannibal seemed to be enjoying this; he didn’t look scared or worried that this would get out of control, Will could kill Hannibal right here, right now ...and no one would know. Hannibal seemed to actually trust Will with his life.
Hannibal gulped not taking his eyes away from Will. “Will” he muttered. He placed a hand onto Will’s back gripping at his shirt.
“Doctor” Will replied. He felt a surge of adrenaline run through his body, and the look that Hannibal was giving him was driving him crazy. His grip got even tighter before he leaned forward to roughly kiss Hannibal, they both settled into the kiss, Will’s hands left Hannibal’s neck and grabbed at his hair pulling at it, biting and sucking at Hannibal’s lips. While Hannibal’s hands moved down pushing Will forward and grabbing onto his ass.
“Fuck” Will panted.
Looking at each other, Will’s face burned. He moved back, getting off Hannibal’s lap and stood rather awkwardly. Hannibal stood as he cleared his throat and straightened himself out.
“Well that was certainly unpredictable” Hannibal commented as he tried to hide a very obvious tent forming in his trousers.
Hannibal is independently wealthy and deeply invested in fucking with people who are interesting enough. Show up with a good story about how you are trying very hard to not give in to the urge to make tiny statues out of people's teeth and he'll see you for free.
“Well, Dr. Lecter, I am very invested in my aesthetic, believe it’s possible to be kind and icily polite to enforce social boundaries, have massive generalized anxiety and chronic insomnia, think longingly about exclusively using gifs from horror movies to communicate with coworkers, and take advice from a fanged stuffed bunny. Who has never given me bad advice. “
“Yes, 7pm on Thursdays sounds great. Thank you for your time.”
1. when he shows up ass first, clothes actually pressed, wearing a salmon shirt, hair cut and loosely gelled at hannibal’s door for his first therapy session post-BSHCI
2. manipulating hannibal into breaking mason verger’s back with a simple “he’s your patient, doctor” using his best bedroom eyes
3. him volunteering to say pretty please to hannibal to alana and jack like will…stop sharing your sexual fantasies, that is so unnecessary
4. stepping forward to say “you’re our best shot, hannibal….please” while looking coquettishly away then quirking his brows and looking up at hannibal through his curls
5. “i haven’t been gorged, drowned, plucked, and roasted. not yet.” like PLEASE
6. actually the way he deepthroats the ortolan is a separate slut moment all on its own
7. “how do you know hannibal?” “one could argue, intimately” jesus calm down
8. staring intensely at hannibal while his hands are deep inside another human being’s abdomen in the back of an ambulance, slowly sliding along the kinsey scale
9. “the hot darkness of hannibal lecter’s mind” could you calm down for a moment there??
10. the most iconic slut moment of them all. the ladder lean. why did he do that? who knows, the horny jumped OUT
[on a first date] so the figs and the wasps rely on each other to live in the end even though the wasp dies inside the fig the figs cannot live on without the wasp and the wasps cannot live on without the fig to lay their eggs in. don’t you see how this is love in its purest form? would you be the wasp or the fig?
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