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Reunited at last. Just something I made for my patrons when the show was finally renewed :’)

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I have in fact, read at least four fics that end up this way

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The Couch

“Shall I tell you a story, Will?”

“Yes, please.”

Will’s eyes are closed. Hannibal shifts his shoulder on the couch where they lie together. He reaches out to pass his fingers through Will’s hair. The Japanese armor Hannibal is wearing chafes his skin as he moves, but he doesn’t wish to remove it yet. Will’s kimono is open, the obi loosened, all in disarray. Hannibal’s fingertips press across Will’s scalp as the wavy hair passes between his fingers. He thinks how his hands, mouth, and phallus had brought Will profound pleasure, and how much he had wanted this moment—for both of them. Gazing at Will’s beautiful sleepy face and languid limbs, Hannibal has a flickering candlelight sensation of happiness. He holds his breath for a moment. Then he says, “Very well.”

Once upon a time there was a battle-tested samurai, called Bontenmaru, who wielded his sword in defense of his daimyō’s lands. In a chaotic era, with provincial leaders in endless power struggles, a courageous warrior might hope for reward for his services to his lord. And so it happened that after a battle that left rice fields soaked with blood, the daimyō called his samurai to the castle town. The samurai arrived in the hall and lined up, kneeling, foreheads on the tatami mats. Bontenmaru felt the residual wounds and pains of war, but he was proud to be in the hall of his master. The daimyō said to him: “To you, my strongest and most skilled servant, shall be given a large villa in town, chests of kimonos and silks, and two horses.”

“Hannibal?”

“Yes, Will?”

“Did the Japanese back then have dogs?”

“Hunting and guard dogs, I believe.”

“I think the samurai should have a dog.”

“Yes, Will.” Hannibal runs his hand over Will’s naked chest, then pulls the kimono closed. He notices a rip in the couch’s blue upholstery. He tastes a delicious surge of adrenaline remembering how he had braced his forearm to assist his thrusting and his sleeve armor had caught on the delicate silk. As his thrusts had become more insistent, down feathers had puffed rhythmically from the hole. One small white feather is stuck in Will’s hair. Hannibal picks it out and blows it into the air.

Bontenmaru was now a wealthy man. He had a retinue of servants who maintained his villa, his sword and armor, and his stables. They cared for his hunting dogs for rides out to the countryside. All this was befitting a samurai. He tried to focus solely on military training and preparedness. One day in town, however, he was surprised that a small lapdog caught his attention. As a carriage was passing, he heard a little dog barking and it poked its nose out from under the privacy blinds. A small but elegant hand reached out to pull the dog back under cover, and the lady’s kimono sleeves draped into view. She wore a textured white silk layer over red—the cherry blossom combination—and he felt his cheek pink with desire. Bontenmaru decided to follow the carriage to find out who this lady could be.

“Hannibal?”

“Yes, Will?”

“What kind of kimono am I wearing?”

“Your kimono is silk dyed using the yūzen method. The cherry blossoms and koi patterns were created by an artist who squeezed rice paste onto the fabric, like decorating a cake. The design resists dye. Then the artist brushed color in the areas not painted with paste. The technique allows for subtle gradations of color and a precise outline.”

Will yawns prettily, “I need to rest a bit.”

“I know you do. Will, it brings me great pleasure to see you in this beautiful kimono.”

“I’m glad.”

Hannibal realizes he has tears in his eyes and he bends to kiss Will’s lips in gratitude. The story can wait.

for @beatricenius who creates beauty and who answered my call with this amazing piece of art

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beatricenius replied to your post “Hurts when no one notices/feels your absence… I guessed they wouldn’t...”

I know we don't know each other and I hope I'm not intruding, but your blog quickly became one of my favorites and I would definitely notice your absence from my dash. Hope you feel better soon, going through stuff like that really sucks.

Thank you so much! 😢❤️❤️❤️