#inosculation series

[weconqueratdawn]

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My fic for @hannibalcreative ‘s #itsstillbeautiful :D A standalone fic which fits into the Inosculation verse

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @pangaeastarseed for illustrating so wonderfully :D

Rating: Explicit Words: 4k Tags: romantic cannibalism, not strictly cannibalism but in spirit very much so, no angry murder puppies were (seriously) harmed in the writing of this fic, difficult will is difficult, blood and feelings, blood drinking, hand porn, sexy cooking, domesticity, gratuitous cuban beach house, anal sex Summary: Does Hannibal want to have his cake and eat it too? Will isn’t sure.A meditation on a subject I’ve been thinking about for some time - how exactly do you go about loving someone who also wants to eat you? This fandom, eh? The things it makes us do.

Will remembered Hannibal’s flushed skin under his palms, the heat of his body. “This afternoon, I thought about blood. I thought about flesh, your flesh. You felt so real. So human.”

Hannibal didn’t bother to keep his piqued curiosity hidden. He had no need to pretend anymore. “The body is a gift to one’s lover,” he said, after a beat of consideration. “A sacrifice to their pleasure, that yet receives pleasure in return.”

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[weconqueratdawn]

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Final chapter, whelp! Thanks for all the support and hope you all like it!  

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

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They walked back to the cabin together. Hannibal barely noticed the landscape change from lake to woods to the clearing where the cabin stood. The sun, the wind, even the earth beneath their feet was insubstantial. There was only Will - the flush which stubbornly remained across his cheeks, the bites and bruises at his neck, and the occasional touch of his fingers on the back of Hannibal’s hand. They had said nothing since they left the tree; only stared at each other, wordless, and walked on.

Bramble was waiting in her bed. Her tail thumped happily against the floor when they went inside. Hardly half an hour had passed since Will had ordered her home. He smiled and petted her, filled her bowl with food, then tugged off his clothes and climbed into bed. Hannibal followed automatically.

Later, he had a shadowy recollection of repeating I love you, I love you into Will’s mouth, and of Will’s continual reply: I know, I know.

After that, they slept tangled around each other, like animals trying to keep warm.

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[weconqueratdawn]

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

Hmmmn, could this be the RST chapter?? I think perhaps it might! ;) 

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

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After that, Will slipped into the water and Bramble had followed with a splash. Hannibal lay back in the sun, eyes closed against the glare. The boat swayed beneath him, in constant and irregular movements which were far from soothing. The sounds of Will’s swim drifted into his thoughts, carried by the ruffled surface of the water. Escape from him was impossible but, even if it had been otherwise, Hannibal would not have chosen it. For Will had almost allowed his longing out, into the open, and Hannibal was determined to meet it again.

Their swim did not last long. Hannibal knew from experience the water was still icy cold, in defiance of the unseasonal sun. The boat rocked when Will climbed back onboard. He moved around the deck with the self-consciousness of someone who knew they were being watched. Bramble did not reappear. Hannibal judged from Will’s regular scans of the shore that she had swum back to the shade of the trees.

They didn’t speak and Will only met his eyes once, by accident, when his attention had been caught by Hannibal removing his shirt. Hannibal looked silently back at him, threw it aside, and lay back down to bathe in the sun’s warmth. Will kept to the other end of the boat, occupying himself with minor tasks. He didn’t replace his T-shirt or make an attempt to cover up his scar by other means.

When Will announced he was going back up to the cabin, Hannibal made a snap decision. At Will’s request, he had asked, had spoken - but it still hadn’t been enough to tip the scales. Perhaps showing him would do what his words hadn’t yet managed to achieve. 

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[weconqueratdawn]

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

More rustic cabin UST!! Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

*

By noon, the temperature had risen so much that Hannibal packaged up some sandwiches and went to join Will by the lake. They were rich, simple and earthy - remnants of their last joint of venison, thinly sliced with a generous helping of a spiced apple chutney.

When Hannibal arrived, Will was poking around under the controls in the cockpit, screwdriver held in his mouth. Hannibal climbed aboard and Bramble trotted up onto the jetty, tail wagging, looking hopefully at his parcels. Will gave her a nod of permission and she jumped onto the deck.

“I brought lunch,” Hannibal said. “I thought it would be nice to eat out here.”

“You’ll be bored of it soon enough.” Will sat on the bench beside him and ripped open his parcel.

“You’re determined I’m going to have a terrible time onboard,” Hannibal said. “Maybe you hope I’ll get seasick.”

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[weconqueratdawn]

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

lololol, this is the fic that wouldn’t be written - I swear, it missed its turn about three or four times, and even then it got interrupted by my Radiance submission :) thank you to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta <3

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire fic

Second chapter will be posted on Sunday, and the rest every Sunday after that

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

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Hannibal was looking forward to spring with an enthusiasm he had not experienced since childhood. The winter had been a harsh one, slowing the metabolic rate of his and Will’s existence into partial hibernation. Quiet survival was their focus - keeping warm and fed, preparing for a journey ahead which neither of them spoke of. Throughout the long dark evenings, the future beyond the cabin and the forest surrounding it had rarely been alluded to. But it waited for them, just over the horizon of winter’s passing.

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Tagging @thisismydesignhannibal @fragile-teacup @wrathofthestag :)

[weconqueratdawn]

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

More rustic cabin UST!! Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

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Will’s gaze fell on the unopened book. “I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I / Did, till we loved?” he quoted. “But the real question is, what do we do now?”

“You know what I would do,” Hannibal replied. “What I want. It is you who refuses to be persuaded.”

Will looked at him, long and hard, then surprised Hannibal by bursting out in laughter. “Perhaps you should try asking,” he said, finally. “A simple request, a little risk. It builds trust. You never know, it just might work.”

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[weconqueratdawn]

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Rustic cabin UST returns!! Thanks to everyone who said nice things about the first chapter <333

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

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The weather did hold and Hannibal welcomed the return of warmth to the world, however slight, with fervent pleasure. To feel the gentle encroachment of spring while surrounded by the tyranny of winter was exhilarating. The first signs were tentative. The receding snow, revealing sodden earth beneath it; a mulchy damp scent in the air; everywhere the music of running water. However charming, spring in a city did not have the same immediacy or power. It was artless but inescapable; a naive hopeful excitement infected everything no matter how wet or cold or grey it remained outside.

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