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[cedarxwing]

Hannibal Rarepairs | Beasthawk

[t3acupz]

ranking hannibal ship names

hannigram - classic name, easy to pronounce, searchable and iconic, though the missing ‘h’ in graham does bother me sometimes

brownham - reminds me of thanksgiving dinner, luckily it has an alt name (gay hawks), we could’ve done better folks

chillywilly - cold dick, that’s it, that’s the ship name

beasthawk - pretty cool actually, animal themed, mysterious

marlana - it serves its purpose i guess, deserves an alt name

[sascha-hoffmann]

Randall would be the kind of person to sleep in 10°C, while Matthew keeps the room at boiling temperature. There would be fights about it that include opening windows in the middle of the night and pushing others onto the floor.

[aomiinwonderland]

Damn, I finally finished at least 4 fics with 6 prompts total from Azure's board for Monster Match.

You're honor, I'll hole up in a ditch now.

Call me when... idk ngl, but uhhh, enjoy~

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

Will asks Matthew to kill Hannibal for him, Hannibal asks Randall to kill Will for him. Both using these men as proxy to live out their fantasies (to kill or be killed by the other)

Imagine if they used them as proxy for their other obvious desires

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Continuing my (roughly) 300 word ficlets - this time for @hannibalcreative‘s #EatTheRare 

School Trip

Mature // M/M // Matthew Brown/Randall Tier // Tags: Teen AU, High School AU, school trip, first meeting, psychopaths bonding over human remains.  A gift for the originator of this wonderful ship - @kateera​

AU in which Matt and Randall meet at a museum when both their school’s organise trips there. 

cc. @hannibal-extended-universe @hannigramfanfic

[ALSO ON AO3]

Matt kicked his feet, lagging behind the rest of the school group even as his teacher eyed him warily. He did not want to be on this damn trip. The science museum was stupid and he hated all his classmates. He hated school. Everyone was some kind of asshole. The only reason he stuck it out at all was to get at least enough qualifications to get a reasonable job once he finally was free. He was pretty sure he was a psychopath, but he wasn’t fucking stupid.

He was considering just going outside and smoking whilst the rest of his class finished their fact sheets, but then something caught his eye. They were moving into the forensics section at the exact same time as another group, a different school. And lagging behind the end of their group was an awkward, shifty looking kid. Who was possible the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. Matt couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to shove his cock down the kid’s throat.

As their two groups began to align, filing into the forensic galleries, Matt made sure to fall into step beside the boy. He seemed about Matt’s age, even cuter up close, and when he looked curiously over at Matt - there was a spark of something raw and animalistic there that Matt was instantly drawn to.

“I’m Matt.” He said, looking ahead at the exhibit cases.

“Randall.” The other kid answered and then stopped. He was looking at one of the displays as the kids all split off to continue with their fact sheets. Matt stayed at Randall’s side, studying him as he studied the display.

“You find this interesting?” Matt asked, curtailing the hint of mockery in his voice. Such an inbuilt reaction to scoff at his peers, but that was definitely not his intention with the intriguing Randall.

“Serial killers?” Randall shrugged. “A little. I’m more interested in animals… I like… they are relatable. Some people say it’s weird. My shrink says it’s fine to be weird.” He gave another small shrug.

Matt chuckled at that, before licking his lips and looking the kid up and down.

“Me? I find it fascinating. Always fun to see the ones that got away with it. But,” he looked around at their mingling groups - kids filling in their stupid schoolwork. “You want to get out of here? Have a smoke, or...” He placed his hand at the small of Randall’s back for a brief moment.

Randall looked a little surprised and turned to look at Matt fully, look him up and down even. Then he frowned and shook his head. “No thanks.”

Matt couldn’t help but break into a grin. “Well, maybe you don’t mind if I tag along with you a bit? You seem more interesting than any of my classmates.”

Randall cocked a brow and then gave a slight nod before looking back at the display.

“It says here they think this may be the earliest example of murder in history.” Randall spoke his words towards the display about the remains found in a prehistoric cave. There was something in his tone that resonated with Matt, and his heart raced.

“Fascinating.” Matt replied. Meaning it as he stepped closer, leaving no room between him and his new friend. Yes, Matt was happily going to follow this boy for the rest of the day. And longer.

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Rare Pair Submission

I finished! *wipes brow* 

In case anyone wanted more #BeastHawk, congrats, today is your lucky day!

Living Like a Freak

Summary:  Matthew and Randall have a nice relaxing day planned, but unexpected guests arrive to add a touch of excitement in their lives.

“Could you stop fidgeting for two seconds? I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

Matthew took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, making his muscles relax even with Randall kneeling across his lower back, wielding a scalpel and grinning.

“Any requests?”

“You put anything remotely close to your name and I’ll skin you,” Matthew said with his tone far too languid to pose any threat.

Randall chuckled and gave his ass a pat, running his hands covered in cool latex, over Matthew’s sensitive skin. “One portrait of Bugs Bunny, coming up.”

Matthew yelped and glared back at his mate, the joke echoing across their bond and making both of them smile. He still had trouble believing the love that burned like fire when Randall looked at him but moments like this brought it to an inferno.

“Relax babe. I’ve got you.” Randall brushed the scalpel down his back, the touch of metal cool in the heat of the evening and Matthew moaned into the pillow under his head.

The first cut stung, but Matthew kept still and soon a warm buzz settled into his skin and the constant stroke of Randall’s hands along his sides told him he was safe, protected. The pain bloomed and faded with each pass of the scalpel until his whole body radiated a pleasant haze. The pulse of love and care from their bond cemented Matthew’s pleasure and he groaned as the blade worked lower.

“Almost done,” Randall said, his voice soft and dreamlike.

Matthew could barely move, caught in a bubble of sensation, a space where he felt protected and safe, even with blood dripping down his back to gather on the plastic sheet underneath him.

The knife strokes stopped and Randall placed soothing kisses to the undamaged sections of his skin. Matthew sent a flood of happiness through their bond and a growl echoed in response.

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