#kick's fics

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Surprising precisely no one, I am compelled to put at least one more smut scene in the Act 2 finale of The Only Form of Permanence.

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Preview of this week's The Only Form of Permanence update, a Tattle Crime headline:

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Kick's 2025 Hannibal Fic Rundown

It's been a rough year, but I'm pretty proud of what I've managed to write.

Current WIP: The Only Form of Permanence (E, 32k words and counting) A time travel make-it-worse fic set in multiple versions of season one. I've legit read at least four books and several essays researching this one, and I'm having a fuckin blast with it—worth every minute of trying to decipher Borges and Bergson. 😂

Longest fic: Keeping Myself Alive Through Your Empathy (E, 34.5k words) Second part of the Caches series, a post-fall recovery fic featuring a serial killer OC and also Villanelle because I love her and why the fuck not. Also lots of Will topping because it's hot. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Most Cathartic Fic: To Her the Hunted, Not the Hunter (T, 11.8k words) Season 2, post-BSHCI with Trans Will Graham, disability themes, and confronting mommy issues. Had big big feelings about this one, and I'd say it's the (completed) fic I'm most proud of.

Aaaaand the smut!

Fling Yourself Down and Writhe (E, 3k) Bondage fic with some grimy clothed frotting.

For Pleasure Fall (E, 3.4k) Will Graham gets horny about leather and silk.

Next year I plan to keep up my posting schedule for my current WIP and hopefully throw some more smut into the mix! I also would like to wrap up a TMA fic that I've neglected this year (sorry fellow TimGerry fans—it's not abandoned 💜).

See y'all soon!

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For Pleasure Fall (3447 words) by The_KickIt_Domain

Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Hannibal (TV) Season/Series 02, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, character development tho, Flogging, Leather Kink, (Though it's more like a texture kink tbh), Guilty Pleasures, Luxury, Anal Sex, Light BDSM, Aftercare

Summary: "Punishment can be liberation for some," Hannibal says. "Especially those who feel they must atone for the pleasures they revel in."

"It never seemed to me that soft, beautiful things were meant for me," Will admits.

The look Hannibal fixes on him feels like a hand on Will's throat. Vexed. Incredulous. And then smoldering.

"Many things have changed for you as of late, Will. Perhaps this is one of them."

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Hannibal eases Will into a life of decadence. He takes surprisingly little convincing.

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Thanks for the tag @se7endevils!

The most recent ten(ish) lines I wrote (as far as fic goes, anyway).

"I'll walk you out. People won't want to talk to you if I'm there," Will jokes. Jack huffs, as close to a laugh as anyone could expect from him right now. They take a relatively quick pace down the hall. Will wonders what he's supposed to do with this information. He wonders if maybe, somehow, Bella is involved with this—or if he'll need to protect her from some murderous fate outside of the cancer that Jack is ruminating over as they walk. The Ripper, who has been known to torment Jack in the past, may very well be referring to an attack on Bella. It seems unlikely, but Will doesn't want to be so blinded by his own projections that he misses something else. The two of them reach the stairwell, and have climbed up the first flight to the landing when the door squeals open behind them. "Hey, Jack! Before you go—" Beverly's voice echoes against the concrete. Will turns just a little too fast and loses his balance, tumbling down the steps to her feet.

No pressure tagging: @serri-i @thinmints1948 @gnawing-suspicion

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Thanks for the tag @reallyintoscience!

Here are the last seven sentences I wrote. Contiguous sentences, that is. I was revising an upcoming chapter of The Only Form of Permanence and added this bit:

"Mind if I build a fire?" His register has climbed; this combined with his twitching fingers tells Hannibal the break is necessary. He nods, and Will gives him a thin-lipped smile for his troubles. It's a quick thing, practiced and systematic. The flames soon consolidate into a tongue of mellow orange-red, warming the room with their color alone. Finally, Will rises and approaches until he's a mere few inches from Hannibal. Their gazes hold for a few silent seconds before Will's eyes drop to the ground.

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I swear, I'm still working on the last chapter of KMATYE--here's proof if you need it 😂😂😂

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WIP Wednesday

Ok y'all, I am struggling with this next chapter of Keeping Myself Alive Through Your Empathy and hoping getting a little bit of it out in the open helps spur me along. Please bear with me as I post through my characterization crises and big thanks to @thinmints1948 for talking me down a bit last night.

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Hannibal had long imagined being the subject of Will’s gentle attention. While Will’s wrath and calculating justice are intoxicating, the specter of his nurturance has haunted Hannibal since early in their acquaintanceship.

He’d watched Will’s soft authority with an irrational tug of jealousy, in the way he ran his palms over his dogs’ fur and nuzzled their necks.

He’d deluded himself into thinking he could experience it vicariously by making Will a father (then killed that dream with Abigail).

He'd been assaulted by intrusive thoughts of Will in bed, arms encircling his fragile wife, when Frederick had mentioned Will's recent marriage in a fit of pique.

Domestic fantasies lingered behind hidden doors in Hannibal’s memory palace during his years imprisoned. He tried to keep them closed, but with so much time alone, he couldn’t help but indulge. Those indulgences always left him feeling empty, because even if Hannibal were to win Will to himself, he had earned nothing but Will’s savagery.

A hand, perhaps a knife, at his throat. His body painted with bruises and cuts. That had been all he could hope for.

Solid weight and smooth skin, Will’s forehead set against his temple as he whispered words of love in Hannibal’s ear? Those were fantasies he should have never permitted.

But that is now his reality. And now that he has felt both Will’s lust-fueled ferocity and his loving command, losing both would be nothing short of catastrophic.

So why is he letting Will out of his sight, even for a day?