#autoconclusive

[baphomouse]

Ho scritto una tavola autoconclusiva e Gabriel Canemanzo Picco l’ha disegnata!

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Hannibal TV

Relationships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Beverly Katz, Jack Crawford, Abigail Hobbs

Tags: Si amano, Sono due Idioti, Giochi, Discussioni Familiari, Will rimproverato, Murder Husbands, Hannibal innamorato, Will vuole un cane, Sembra che a Will non gliene freghi nulla, Ma Hannibal non è stupido, AU, Murder Family, Murder Husbands con figlia, Will discute con la figlia, Le discussioni in questa famiglia sono molto strane, Hannigram AU, Hannibal non è un cannibale, Will è innamorato, Beverly è una buona amica, Jack è fastidioso, Basata sulla scena tagliata di TWOTL, Post stagione 3, Momenti sexy, Tenerezza e amore, riferimenti a kinks, Will e Hannibal a tavola, Dolcezza, Will ha fatto una cosa terribile

Lingua: Italiano

Sommario: Brevissime Hannigram di diversa ambientazione.

SERIE DI ONE SHOT AUTOCONCLUSIVE (SEMPRE IN CORSO)

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[baphomouse]

Ho scritto una tavola autoconclusiva e quel figo pieno di bravura di Lorenzo Magalotti l'ha disegnata e colorata! Eccola qua.

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Hannibal TV

Relationships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Chiyoh, Jack Crawford, Abigail Hobbs

Tags: Scene alternative, Fluff, Dichiarazioni d’amore, Will ubriaco, Will può fare quello che gli pare, Hannibal tanto non lo uccide, Primo Bacio, Will è un cucciolo, Hannibal se ne approfitta, Parlano, Bisticciano, Hannibal è arrabbiato, Per nessuna buona ragione, Will si vendica, Hannibal è Hannibal, Will chiede aiuto a Hannibal, PWP, Violenza, Sangue, Amore, Hannibal fa scelte differenti, Incredibile dolcezza, Dopo Mizumono, Alt. Mizumono, Hannibal ama Will, Will fa il doppio gioco, Scusa Jack, Ma neanche tanto, Canon Divergence, Will è innamorato, Will si preoccupa per Hannibal.

Lingua: Italiano

Sommario: Una serie di fic più o meno brevi ispirate da svariate scene nel corso di tutte e tre le stagioni. Scene che saranno modificate o inventate di sana pianta.

SERIE DI ONE SHOT AUTOCONCLUSIVE (SEMPRE IN CORSO)

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ALTERNATIVELY – ENGLISH TRANSLATION by Ashley

[goomygoom]

AT TEN O'CLOCK

Genre: Drama, romance.

Rating: +13 {Contains Lime}

Word count: 1132

Author's note: This is something I wrote and then translated to English with the help of my English teacher.

The idea came to me while peeling potatoes.

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At ten o'clock:

She closed the door, tired, while dropping her keys in the little table the hall. As every Friday, she had arrived at eight and that day she would spend it cooking dinner. A very important dinner.

She dropped her bag on the sofa of the living room, happy and nervous, imagining how it would be that night. She had a date with whom had been her boyfriend for more than two years; they were going to have dinner at her home because since she had been promoted, they hadn't been seeing each other very much lately. She had to arrange everything in a special way because she wanted to make the next step and move in together, so she wanted, above all, the dinner to be perfect.

Held up by a magnet, the recipe was at the door of the fridge, written on a piece of paper, she had asked to her mother in law, who loved her a lot, for it.

She wore an apron and tied her hair up. She removed the ring her boyfriend had give to her when they had had their first anniversary and she smiled remembering his face, nervous and blushing madly when he gave it to her. She cleaned her hands and took of the fridge the vegetables that she needed, starting to clean them carefully. While she was doing that, she couldn't stop smiling; it was the first time she wanted to move in with somebody so seriously and that made her feel a mixture of feelings she didn't know how to name, but they reminded her the feeling of excitement and nervousness she felt the first day of high school.

When she had chopped all the vegetables she put them in a pan to simmer and she checked the time in her phone: She had half an hour for shower; more than enough.

--

He opened the door of his apartment blindly, feeling the girl's lips and tongue on his neck, while her hands, carefully, made the gap between them disappear, rubbing her chest against his, feeling her heartbeats, making him speed up his breathing.

His mind seemed to be covered by a thick fog while he entered in his apartment and left his body act on its own, replying the hugs, touches and kisses, that started getting more and more warm and wet, making him desire her.

What had happened? Oh, yes, he had been sacked that evening... Who was that girl? He didn't know... And he didn't think he wanted to. Why were they at his apartment undressing each other? Why, even though he felt bad, didn't want her to stop? Why, even if he knew his girlfriend, whom he really loved, wasn't guilty, he was jealous of her? Why, while she succeded, he only felt a failure? He decided to forget that and focused on the red haired girl who lay on his sofa, still with the lights off.

--

She finished showering, feeling herself fresher and rested, and after having dried her hair and get dressed she went back to the kitchen. The vegetables were cooked, she just had to cook the meat. But she didn't want to cook it yet, she would wait a little before ten o'clock so it would be warm when he arrived.

Her lips bended up, making her smile again. It had been hard to admit, but by now, she could say she was in love. She knew he wasn't perfect, but, Who is? All in him seemed to be made exclusively for her. She chuckled at the memory of their friends when they announced they were dating. They had thought about keeping it in secret, but they felt they had to say it all just after imagining how it would be if their friends found everything out.

She had nothing to do, so she started setting the table. Placing two candles, copying the photo of an interior design magazine, giving an impression of romance that wasn't overdecorated.

After doing all that, she checked the time again: Quarter to ten.

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-   Want one? They're mentholated.- Asked the red haired girl after taking out a cigarette of the box that was in her nearly nonexistent shorts, which were badly lying on the floor.

-   No.- He answered turning to the other side, finding the green numbers of the digital clock at the night stand; There were three minutes left before ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock... At ten o'clock... He had a date with her girlfriend at that time... At her house... He didn't want to go. He didn't want to go and see her face. It wasn't... It wasn't fair neither for her nor for him. Probably he would feel like shit while seeing her smiling like she always did, he would explain her he had been sacked, he would have to bear with her surprised face and her pity while she would try to make him feel better, saying he would find a job soon... And he didn't think he could endure it.

He got up and went to the living room while searching for his jeans and took out his phone. He went back to the room and found the red haired girl, of whom he didn't even knew the name, dressing up.

-   I'm going now.- She said with the cigarette at her mouth.- I'm going back to the club. Want to come?

-   No.- He rejected hoping her to go, impatient.

-   Fine.- She smiled while walking to the door.- See you.

-   I doubt it.- He answered nearly inaudibly while closing the door.

He sighed and went back to his room, laying on the bed only with his underwear on, without even getting between the sheets. Then, unlocking his phone, he started to taste the salty of his warm tears before sending a text message and falling asleep.

--

The meat was already done and the dishes on the table, it was five minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe he had something important to do at the last minute, or maybe something had happened to him... No, probably he was on the doorstep. At any time the bell would ring and he would say he had been in a traffic jam even if she knew he had been playing a last game in his Xbox. But the minutes passed and no one came; the meat wasn't warm, the candles melted the wax, wanting to collide with the tablecloth, and the smile of her face turned a expression of fear and angst because of what was going to happen after that. She went to the kitchen to serve a glass of water and found her forgotten phone over a rag, it had the little light on, pointing she had received a message.