#fluff hannigram

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“Hear my soul speak. The very instant that I saw you did My heart fly to your service, there resides To make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.” -- William Shakespeare, "The Tempest | Act 3, Scene 1"

[lightofonesoul]

Imagine if Will caught the flu and become softly with Hannibal My ficlet:

The storm outsides roaring and turning into a violent rain, and sometimes lightings flash on Hannibal's face. He's cooking lunch for Will, rather than for himself: Will has caught the flu, and he’s still in bed. A few moments before, Hannibal took his temperature, with a kiss, and he noticed Will was still hot, so decided to make some chicken soup for him.

After the fall, they had started becoming a little more intimate day by day, and sometimes WIll wanted to sleep next to Hannibal. Things were going so perfectly until Will caught the flu.

Once again, Hannibal wants to take care of him, so he thinks of all the things he could do to make sure that Will feels comfortable: he’s planning to walk into his bedroom and light up only a few candles, instead of the main lamp. Or maybe he could wake him up with a sweet gesture, for example.

 Suddenly, Hannibal can feel him standing behind him, or better, he’s able to catch his scent: he smells of sweat, but he still smells good.

«Good morning, Will.»

Will doesn't reply. Hannibal thinks he’ll sit by the table in the kitchen, or maybe on the sofa, but Will surprises him.

Will gets closer and wraps his arms around Hannibal’s chest, from behind. Will has never done anything like this before, and Hannibal feels his body react to the closeness. He likes the way Will clings to him as if Hannibal was his anchor, and Hannibal knows it’s true.

Probably it’s just the flu making Will behave so uncommonly for him, but it's still pleasing anyway.

«What are you doing?» Will mumbles. He's surprised to see Hannibal cooking. He looks quite confused: probably doesn’t know what time it is.

«Soup for lunch.»

«Oh yes, I remember that soup.»

Will giggles at the memory of the chicken soup they had shared so long ago, when he was ill, and Hannibal thinks or that moment, too, when Will hadn’t been able to say thanks: back then, he had just said  that he was surprised to see that Hannibal had made soup for him.

 Slowly, Will lets him go.

«Can I help you?»

Hannibal smiles and turns to face him. Will is so beautiful, and he’s also sick: his eyes shine like bright stars in the night sky, his cheeks are red and the messy curls frame his tired face, but Will is still beautiful anyway.

So beautiful that Hannibal can't resist, and doesn't want to, so he puts his hand on his cheek. Will doesn't dislike it, because he closes his eyes at that caress.

«You shouldn't move. You are still hot.»

Will sighs and rolls his eyes.

«I'm not a child! I don't want to stay in bed… I want to do something!»

They look at each other for a couple of minutes, without saying anything. After that, Hannibal pays attention to the soup again. It’s ready. He serves the soup for both of them.

«Put this on the table then, but first, if you don't want to be treated like a child, don't be childish. Cover yourself, please.» Hannibal uses a stern voice, and he doesn't look at Will, but he can feel his resentful glance, before Will walks out of the kitchen.

He comes back after few seconds wearing Hannibal's red jumper, and that makes Hannibal smile. Then Will comes close to him and looks at him, so he kisses him on the cheek.

«This is for the soup.» He takes the plates, and he puts them on the table.

Hannibal stays still, so incredulous, yet so happy for that kiss.

«The soup’s getting cold, if you don't move.» Will "wakes" him up with a teasing tone. Hannibal joins him at the table.

English is not my first language so forgive my errors :/

[lightofonesoul]

Little fanfiction about Hannigram first kiss post fall

Enjoy 🍷 😊

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Finally, they were kissing.

Their lips had finally met after months of teasing each other, desiring each other, craving each other with relentless hunger.

But just as the kiss, slow at first, began to deepen, Hannibal pulled away from him with deliberate slowness.

“Hannibal?” Will frowned, searching for his gaze, though the other man refused to meet it.

“Give me a moment.”

His reply came strained, nearly broken apart by uneven breaths, and then Will realized what was happening. He watched him breathe too quickly, trying to regain control over himself.

He empathized with him completely; he could feel that loss of control in a man so unaccustomed to surrendering it, especially when that the kiss had become deeper, more consuming.

Hannibal was having an overwhelm meltdown.

“Hannibal,” he called more softly this time, and now Hannibal looked at him. It was rare to see that unfocused, confused look in his eyes.

Will smiled at him. He squeezed his hand tightly, touch had always helped ground him.

“Does this help, or is it too much?”

He slowed his own breathing, offering him the support he needed.

Hannibal didn’t answer, but he squeezed his hand back, and that was answer enough.

“Come with me.”

Will guided him to the couch and sat him down, staying close beside him without letting go of his hand.

Hannibal closed his eyes, steadying his breathing.

“You control them,” he commented between deep breaths.

“Years of experience, mon cœur.”

Will kept breathing slowly with him, never leaving him for even a second, attentive to every reaction.

“I’m here. Let yourself go.”

Hannibal opened his eyes and rested his head against Will’s shoulder. Will placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him closer while continuing those slow, deep breaths for him.

It took time before Hannibal’s breathing returned to normal, and when it finally did, Will felt those amber eyes on him. He met the gaze immediately. It was thick with affection, the kind that tightened painfully around his heart.

“Hey.”

Hannibal rubbed his nose against Will’s shoulder before moving to his neck, pressing soft kisses there, then trailing upward beneath his jaw until Will let out a quiet sigh.

When he finally reached his face again, he paused, and their eyes met once more.

“Earlier, you called me something, Will.”

Will smiled, leaned even closer until their lips barely brushed.

“Mon cœur,” he whispered against his mouth.

He saw the effect it had immediately: Hannibal’s pupils widened, his breath catching for a few suspended seconds.

And then Hannibal kissed him again.

This time, he managed to lose himself in it completely, a deep, fervent kiss filled with passion and quiet moans, exactly as they had both wanted.

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I just love the hc Will speaks french ahah

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