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Day 61
Will woke up to the sound of sniffing near his ear. He groaned smiling as his brain slowly blinked back online. They’d spent most of the day and all of the night finding new and inventive ways to drive each other crazy; he supposed morning sex wasn’t the worst thing to add to the list. He burrowed deeper into Hannibal’s sheets, smiling muzzily as he murmured. “Did you just smell me, Dr. Lecter?”
He was not expecting the lick directly into his ear canal.
Forcing an eye open and wincing into the daylight, Will frowned at Buster. “He put you on the goddamn bed, didn’t he?”
Buster circled a few times before settling with his nose on Hannibal’s abandoned pillow, and his ass in Will’s face. Will blinked, yawning. “Enjoy this, buddy, because the sleeping arrangements are changing starting today and your little ass is going to find a dog bed.”
Buster didn’t respond. Will sighed and scratched the little terrier’s back. Why did he love such shitty creatures? He had just about decided to search for pants and then Hannibal when he heard a clattering of paws heading his way.
Hannibal breezed into the bedroom, hair a fright and pajama pants low on his hips, holding a wooden tray with golden hardware on it. Will squinted. “Is that for me or Buster?”
Read the Rest on AO3…
Hey, this shit? This shit right here? This shit is fucking gold and you should thank the incomparable @devereauxsdisease for every day that it's in your life.
this reply in the comments tho
This did not go where I expected from the first tweet and now I am laughing so hard I am crying.
Fanfiction tropes guideline:
ANGST/HURT AND COMFORT
“AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED…”
EVENTUAL SMUT
MULTI-CHAPTER SLOW BURN
ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDINGS
FIX-IT
10K+ OF ALMOST KISS
MUTUAL PINNING
CANON-DIVERGENCE
MYJOR CHARACTER DEATH
@whyhellosims @fragile-teacup @tigerprawndsc @victorineb @thesilverqueenlady @thisismydesignhannibal @warpedchyld
99% of all murders committed by women in ancient greek plays are completely justified
Clytemnestra: crack? Is it crack you smoke?
not to be a history fucker on main but the whole mystery of the lost colony of roanoke is so fucking funny
governor of the colony: hey I’m gonna go back to england to get more supplies
115 colonists: okay
governor: ends up spending 3 years in england bc of a naval war with spain or some shit
governor: gets back to the colony to find everyone gone
governer: sees the word “croatoan”, the name of a native american tribe, carved into a post
croatoan tribe: has members and children with blonde hair/blue eyes, pale skin
everyone: what could have happened to the colonists of roanoke
hi! op here. I’m fucking hyperventilating
Felt this in my soul XD
Nathan pyle’s newer comics are delightful
Also...these panels
AU_gust 2020 Prompt Challenge Superthread
Well, September is here and with it come two baffling realizations:
1) Where the hell did summer go?!
2) We actually, honest to goddess, against all bloody odds, managed to take on and COMPLETE the AU_gust Event - and with everything posted on time!
Maybe you are subscribed to us on AO3 and got daily email updates. Maybe you follow us on Twitter and have seen our daily blasts there. Maybe you have no earthly clue who we are or what we do.
For your convenience, please click Keep Reading below to view our shiny new list of every AU_gust prompt linking you to the appropriate AO3 fic in order (not that the order matters so much!). Every story features Hannigram and most are rated M or higher! Please mind the tags on individual fics, this is quite a beast of a list to post all together and adding tags for every fic will probably crash all of Tumblr for how long this post would get (plus we really had fun with them this month!).
A porcupine’s Halloween present (+ original sound effects)
I had no idea giant porcupines made fucking precious sounds
THAT’S THE SOUND IT MAKES!?!?!?
UN-BE-FUCKING-LIEVABLE
We got asked if this is cute and okay. I can very happily say yes, this is stupid cute and those are happy porcupine noises.
One of my favorite things about doing zoo work was all the noises you never realize the animals make when they’re excited or interested in a new thing. Coatimundis squeak and snuffle, and giant porcupines make that sound.
Omgggg the sounds.
Teddy is back on my dash and all is right with the world
WE ALMOST TO OCTOBRE POST OF PUNKINBEARS
‘enemies to lovers’ sure okay, but nothing wil ever beat THIS dynamic
9 to 5 enemies, 5 to 9 lovers
Top Ten Bitchy Will Graham Moments, In Ascending Order of How Obviously he was Feeling Himself at the Time
I’m bored, so here’s another top ten list.
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Hannibal 1x08 - “Fromage“
Let's talk about this last gif for a second. Because Hannibal wasn't worried Will was dead, he was certain Will was dead. And he was devastated by that concept. So much so that he went from attempting to get Franklyn out safely to snapping his neck in the blink of an eye just to be spiteful toward Tobias.
And this last shot is wonderful, because Hannibal allows himself an extra moment for his eyes to linger on Will as if he's certain that this may be the happiest he ever is to see Will Graham. And then he catches himself and glances away, as though he doesn't want to reveal too deeply how much Will's presence is affecting him in that moment.
TL;DR: I love this asshole
Hannibal 2x08 - “Su-zakana”
HOW DID THEY NOT KISS AFTER THIS LOOK AT HANNERS IN THAT FOURTH GIF THAT IS ABSOLUTE WORSHIP ON HIS FACE HE LOVES HIS MONGOOSE SO MUCH JUST KISS HIM ALREADY AND PUT HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY WILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Yeah...especially because Hannibal is 100% staring at Will's mouth and then looks up to his eyes, as if silently saying, "Yeah, I'm waiting for you. What are you going to do about it?"
And Will did nothing 😭
Our Hannigram A/B/O Reverse Bang is live!!!
Read The Accords on AO3 now!
Featuring Art by: InsanelyWriteful
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Charlie Countryman, Blood and Chocolate Rating: Explicit Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Nigel Ibanescu, Aiden Pairings: Hannibal/Will, Nigel/Aiden Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragon Will, King Hannibal, Alpha Hannibal, Omega Nigel, Alpha Aiden, Will can be an Alpha or Omega, Thanks to Dragon Biology, Fae & Fairies, Fae Magic, True Mates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anal Sex, they switch, Bonding, First Kiss, First Time, Hannibal and Nigel are twins, slight angst, With an always happy ending, Will Graham’s mom is a male Omega named Roan and we love him Story Summary:
“Will! A human came to the border!“ Bev sounded winded as she stopped in front of Will’s throne, chest heaving with the strain of her journey. He watched her place a hand to her chest to steady herself before handing him an ornate scroll. “They’ve sent along this missive and are awaiting your reply.”
“What?” Will tried not to show his alarm, hunching his shoulders as he leaned over the scroll and slipped a long nail through the wax, unfurling it onto his lap. The penmanship was as beautiful as the wax seal had been, but Will didn’t tarry overly long admiring it.
Will’s eyes scanned the letter quickly, his frown deepening with every line. This King of the humans was eloquent, Will would give him that.
“The humans are starving,” he mused aloud, a furrow developing between his brows.
To his right, Aiden snorted rudely, crossing his arms across his chest defensively. “Good.”
Bad Pick-up Line Meet Awkward - Hannigram AU
Yep, the fic happened. I’ve never really written crack, and this is in fact my first Hannibal fic.
What a woeful place to start…
There might be a more adults-only version on AO3 at some point but here’s what we can have on the Tumblr:
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“Laphroaig” Will says lazily, without looking at the bar. He doesn’t particularly care but it seems better to look like he does.
“Ten, twelve or eighteen?” Asks the bartender distractedly, more focussed on the milky cleavage of the blonde at the end of the bar than Will’s pretended passion for Islay.
“Eighteen” Will tells him after a moment, throwing down his bureau credit card. Fuck it, he thinks, this is the closest thing he’s had to a vacation in years - if by vacation he meant repeated exposure to cretinous psychiatrists who want to pick apart my brain. Perhaps literally, he adds, remembering the hungry expression on some of the faces who had leaned close to examine his name badge.
“Graham? Hmm,” one particularly fussy little man had exclaimed “I’ve certainly heard about you.”
He’d clasped his cane prissily between both hands and examined Will with a tilted head and a lecherous, almost reptilian expression.
“Funny,” Will said to him thoughtfully “I’ve never heard your name, uh…”
“Frederick” the prissy man supplied, inclining his pointed chin toward his badge “Chilton.”
“Oh.” Will had said, nonplussed. Then he’d leaned back just a little on his heels and stared at the man over the top of his glasses until he turned and fled just as fast as the cane and his wounded dignity would allow.
The badge. Fuck the badge, he thinks, tearing it from his lapel and shoving it deep into his pocket. Without the badge, Will feels more comfortably anonymous amongst the post-panel crowds. He sips his drink and watches their reflections ripple across the coppery tiles behind the bar.
The whiskey is good, great actually, and it’s gone quickly. Will orders another from the indifferent bartender, raising the glass to his own watery image in a silent toast to Jack Crawford for signing Will’s expense form in advance. By the time Jack and Bella return from New York, the form will already be in the accounts inbox and Will’s sixty-dollar whiskey will be someone else’s problem.
Will’s risk-benefit analysis of ordering a third drink is rudely interrupted by warm breath at his right ear.
“With my face” says the stranger in a thick European accent “and your ass, we could rule the world.”
Will turns, a pointed fuck off ready on the tip of his tongue, but the stranger’s face gives him pause. He certainly has a point, Will thinks, taking in dark eyes and sharp cheekbones with absent interest. But seriously, what a fucking line.
The stranger raises an eyebrow. “Belay my last,” he says, staring rather pointedly at Will’s mouth “you clearly have everything you need for world domination.”
With his other eyebrow and a tap of one long, elegant finger, the previously indifferent bartender has appeared with a fresh drink for Will and a glass of rosé. Will tilts his glass toward the stranger in thanks and takes a small sip, trying very hard to keep his expression civil for at least as long as it takes him to finish his drink. This will make a great story to tell Bev, and Will owes it to her to see it out.
“Tell me” the stranger continues, with very little respect for Will’s disinterest “how are you not yet feared and worshipped as a god by the masses?” He’s not smiling, but there is a slight tilt to his eyes that might be amusement on a face made of something other than fucking angles and edges. What is he made of, anyway? Origami?
“I” says Will in a deliberately dry and disinterested tone “am a chronic under-achiever.”
The old Graham Special Combination of hostility, rudeness and transparent self-loathing usually puts the KO on any potential romantic encounter but Will starts to suspect this particular situation might call for something a little more drastic. He wonders just how many pictures of his dogs the stranger will look at with pretended interest before he gives up. Then he wonders whether the stranger has any more lines ready and whether he should wait to hear them.
The stranger turns to lean against the bar next to Will, facing out into the crowd. Will casts a surreptitious eye over the stranger’s perfectly-tailored suit pants and decides that yes, he should definitely wait for the next line. Fortunately for both of them, it isn’t a long wait.
“What a coincidence it is that we should meet,” the stranger pauses to take a sip of his wine “as I happen to be a chronic achiever.” He turns his face to Will’s and when he speaks again, his voice is little more than a low rumble “I don’t suppose you would be interested in being under an achiever.”
Oh Christ. The stranger has taken pick-up lines to new and dizzying heights of embarrassment but the purring bass of his voice has kick-started something in Will’s gut and it only takes one quick breath laced with expensive cologne for his traitorous dick to get in on the act as well. Whatever, he’s on vacation.
“If I say yes” he asks in what he hopes is a steady voice (he feels anything but) “will you promise not to throw any more lines?”
The stranger smiles - a real smile this time, sharp and predatory with charmingly pointed little teeth - and slides closer to Will, slipping one warm hand under his open suit jacket and over the curve of his ass. “If I said” he murmurs against Will’s ear “that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”
Will’s chuckle catches on a groan when he feels the stranger’s teeth scrape the shell of his ear. He pulls away slowly, letting his reluctance show. “If we get any closer here,” Will says quietly, peeling the stranger’s hand from his ass and setting it back on the bar “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stand up to leave.”
The stranger lets his eyes fall to Will’s crotch. His gaze lingers there for long moments, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he raises his gaze again to meet Will’s. His eyes tilt again and there is an air of mischief about him as he reaches over again, this time just letting his fingertips drift over Will’s belt before slipping something into Will’s pocket. A card key.
“Room twelve-oh-five” He says with a growl, “I suggest you make all possible haste.”
Awesome @sanguineheroine !! 💖😂
This is one of my favorite Hannibal memes and now there's a super spicy ficlet for it??? I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for any hint of it on AO3!
I made this for the newbies on twitter because I’ve lost control of my life