pairing: will graham x gn!reader
genre: comfort
notes: nobody can stop me from making will being pet, also, winner of another poll (I like polls okay...)
will is your bf/partner and he's... not really a morning person, little head canon imagine guys you know the drill by now... :3
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Mornings with Will are slow and messy.
He always shuffles around the kitchen half-awake, hair sticking up in every direction, glasses crooked, reheating the coffee for about the third time now...
You, on the other hand, are fully awake, and maybe even a bit mischievous.
Sometimes that means smacking his ass when he least expects it.
This morning, you hit a little harder than usual.
Will lets out a startled yelp, "Y/N–!"
You just hum innocently, handing him the single sugar cube for his coffee
"Hm?" you innocently hum
He groans, rubbing his backside as he sips his coffee, glaring at you through half-lidded eyes.
"... Did you have to hit me that hard?"
You laugh, stepping closer and brushing stray curls out of his face before pressing soft kisses to his cheek and nose.
"I plead innocence, Agent Graham..."
He mumbles something about your innocence being highly questionable, but he melts immediately when you keep kissing him.
One of his dogs whines at your feet, tail wagging impatiently.
Will bends down automatically, scratching behind their ears.
"Looks like someone else wants attention...."
You scoff dramatically at being momentarily ignored… then reach down and start petting Will's head too, fingers scratching gently through his curls.
He freezes momentarily and then looks up at you slowly...
"…Are you seriously petting me?"
You only smile and keep going.
Will's protests die quickly. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your hand, a soft, embarrassed sound slipping from his throat.
You tease him quietly, calling him your little puppy, fingers massaging his scalp just the way he likes.
"Don't... don't tell Jack you call me that."
You tug him closer instead, letting his head rest against your chest while you press soft kisses into his hair.
"You know I'd never."
Will sighs, deep and content, arm sliding around your waist.
The dog eventually wanders off, clearly defeated by the competition and rests on the floor.
You smile, petting the shorter hair at the back of his head, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. "Someone's still sleepy, huh… pup?"
He grumbles weakly, "I'm not a puppy..."
You ask if he wants to go back to bed or get ready for work.
Will sighs, torn, eyes half-lidded as he peers up at you.
"…Jack would kill me if I skipped. There's a briefing at nine."
He pauses, tightening his grip around you. "…But I can be five minutes late."
You laugh softly as he leans almost his full weight against you.
"Alri– Will, you're heavy."
"M'not heavy…"
You suggest five minutes on the couch instead.
He agrees instantly.
Five minutes turns into Will sprawled across you like an oversized puppy
🐾 ──── WILL GRAHAM
the self destructive urge to be known
a listing of all my will graham related works:
will graham x reader
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tired mornings - finished
will graham x gn!reader
wc. 473
premise.
Will is your bf/partner and he's... not really a morning person.
one shot
↳ story
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late nights - finished
will graham x f!reader
wc. 2k
premise.
Will wakes up after a nightmare, and... you comfort him in more than one way.
smut one shot
↳ story
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white feather hawk tail deer hunter - finished
will graham x f!reader
wc. 1.1k
premise.
Will comes home from work a bit later than expected... but what he expects even less is to see his girlfriend being oh so busy thinking about him...
smut one shot
↳ story
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famine - finished
vampire!will graham x gn!reader
wc. 2.6k
premise.
You and Will have been dating for a while now, you don't know he is a vampire and he told himself you're the one person he doesn't bite, but compared to the smell of your blood, everything else seems bland...
one shot
↳ story
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moon moods - finished
werewolf!will graham x gn!reader
wc. 5.4k
premise.
As the full moon comes closer, Will gets what you describe as 'moon moods', he becomes more sensitive, more territorial, and seeing your coworker be so 'friendly' with you makes him more than just a bit jealous...
smut one shot
↳ story
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gentle with yourself - finished
will graham x anxious!gn!reader
wc. 497
premise.
Thinking about Will or Hannibal with reader who has the habit of digging their nails into their skin and drawing blood. Perhaps when anxious, or just subconsciously
one shot
↳ story
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a different kind of dream - finished
will graham x gn!reader
wc. 2.1 k
premise.
will (graham) x reader where they’re sharing a bed pre-dating. will having a wet dream, his hands wandering you, subconsciously grinding against you etc… 😵💫
smut one shot
↳ story
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will graham x hannibal lecter x reader
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quiet distress - finished
will graham x hannibal lecter x anxious!gn!reader
wc. 593
premise.
Thinking about Will or Hannibal with reader who has the habit of digging their nails into their skin and drawing blood. Perhaps when anxious, or just subconsciously
one shot
↳ story
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losing dog - finished
will graham x hannibal lecter x depressed!gn!reader
wc. 2k
premise.
hi no pressure to ofc but could i please ask for a drabble of hannibal (or hannigram) x gender neutral reader with chronic depression? no worries if you don’t want to write it. have a nice day!!
one shot
↳ story
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fallen - ongoing
will graham x hannibal lecter x fallen angel!reader
wc. 20.8 k
premise.
you are an angel that was just kicked from heaven, in the middle of the night you make your way aimlessly around until you are found by hannibal, who invites you in; you are just losing your divine powers, experiencing being human for the first time... as an angel you see the good in human, or were taught to, and gaining your trust is easy for hannibal...
chapters
↳ part 1
↳ part 2
↳ part 3
↳ part 4
↳ part 5
↳ part 6
↳ to be continued
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romantic dinner (derogatory) - ongoing
will graham x hannibal lecter x gn!reader
groupchat crack
premise.
the hellhole that is the hannigram x reader throuple groupchat
parts
↳ kitchen love
↳ a new dog
↳ sweater weather
↳ happy pride month
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will graham x hannibal lecter
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familiar prose - ongoing
will graham x hannibal lecter
wc. 5.4k
premise.
Will is yearning to be with his long lost murderer boyfriend who had to leave him to escape prison so Will starts killing people to send messages to hannibal of how much he misses him (because that's basically how they met, messages sent through murder). and hannibal cries everytime he reads about it in the newspapers then starts making a dish inspired by the details Will leaves him in the crime. like what kind of meat to use, the origin of the dish.
chapters
↳ part 1
↳ part 2
↳ part 3
↳ to be continued
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hannigram drabbles - ongoing
will graham x hannibal lecter
drabbles
↳ to be aware
↳ catch and release
↳ cold hearts
↳ to be continued
pairing: Will Graham x anxious!gn!reader
genre: angst comfort • coping
notes: based on this ask!
Thinking about Will or Hannibal with reader who has the habit of digging their nails into their skin and drawing blood. Perhaps when anxious, or just subconsciously
warnings: blood, anxiety, nail scratching/digging as a coping mechanism
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headcanon
Will noticed it a while ago, this 'habit' you had. Fingertips pressing into your palm. Nails dragging lightly across your wrist.
It didn't register as alarming at first, just… something he noticed.
And then... you had to take one of your dogs to the vet.
It was a harmless procedure but the vet always put you on edge.
The waiting room smells like antiseptic and stress, dogs whining softly in the background, and you're too still.
He watches the way your fingers curl in on themselves. The tension in your jaw. The way your breathing never quite settles.
He stays close, his knee brushing yours, his hand occasionally resting near yours.
"It won't take long." he reassures you.
When you've dropped your beloved dog off, you're back home, he expects the tension to ease at least a bit.
It doesn't. If anything, it spikes.
You're pacing a little around the house and your hands are worse now.
Nails pressing deeper, harder.
Then he sees the blood.
It's not a lot. But the sight alone is enough.
"Hey," he says softly. It almost catches you off guard, breaking through whatever loop you're stuck in.
He steps closer slowly and takes your hand.
Your hand feels tense in his, he turns it slightly, inspecting the damage without making a face, no reaction that might make you feel worse.
"You're bleeding..." he murmurs, more to himself than you.
He guides you to sit down, not pushing, just a light pressure at your shoulder, a suggestion you follow quickly
He disappears briefly and comes back with a first aid kit
He comes to sit with you on the couch.
His hands are steady as he cleans the cuts.
He watches your face while he does it, not just your hands.
If your expression tightens, he adjusts immediately.
Slows down. Softens his touch.
"I know,.... just a second."
Once the cuts are clean, he carefully places bandaids over them, smoothing them down with his thumb.
His touch lingers.
Then, without thinking too much about it, he lifts your hand slightly and presses a soft kiss over the bandaged skin.
When he pulls back, he doesn't make a big deal of it.
He just keeps holding your hand, thumb brushing slow, repetitive circles across your skin.
Something for you to focus on instead.
Over time, he becomes more attuned to the build-up.
Sometimes he just reaches for your hand before you even realise what you're doing.
Sometimes he passes you something to hold, resting his hand over yours, pressing your palm flat against the table with his covering it.
He never embarrasses you over it. Never calls attention to it in front of others.
He'll keep your hands occupied, letting you trace patterns on his arm, fidget with his sleeve, hook your fingers into his.
Sometimes, late at night, he'll take your hands again, inspecting them in the dim light.
