#will's becoming

[thisismydesignhannibal]

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Summary

Will wakes up alone. Covered in someone else’s blood. He has no idea who’s it is or what he’s done.

Panic.

In the blink of an eye, Will is forced to confront himself and his violence, his becoming. And what is Hannibal’s place in all of this? Will must finally come to terms with questions he and Hannibal have left unanswered as they try to navigate their new life together. Will all the things they have left unsaid leave their future hanging in the balance? Do secrets and silence always mean betrayal? Or will they finally have to choose the truth and all its consequences. 

                     The Truth and All Its Consequences

This can’t be happening. Not again.  

 Will Graham’s consciousness had a hole in it. Again.

 No. Please. Not now. I’m not ready.  

One second he had been in bed trying to sleep, Hannibal’s body curled around him as always, protective and possessive… and then he was simply… here  —  standing in their guest bathroom down the hall, staring wide-eyed into the full-length mirror as though he had simply blinked and the world had shifted around him.

And he was covered in blood.

His hands and forearms were coated with it, dark and sticky. The front of his T-shirt was soaked and molded to his chest. Blood painted his face and throat, tiny droplets merging into seamless red. He could taste its coppery sheen on his tongue, telling him this was not a dream.

To his surprise, he could feel himself swelling at the front of his bloody pants — tendrils of lingering arousal heavy in his limbs, warring with his fear. His heartbeat surged and hammered in his temples. No, this was not a dream. He was here. Alone.

Covered in blood that wasn't his.

Hannibal. Where is Hannibal...  

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[wrathofthestag]

It is a Gift

“Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

In the darkest hours of the darkest hours, Will Graham knows what he has become.  But if he is being truthful, he knows he has merely shared with the world who he has always been.  What he has always been.

Without shame and without fear, this being that had been carefully hidden from the light like undeveloped film which becomes spoilt when exposed, has been uncovered.  Its façade in ruins.  There is pleasure in this ruination, however.  And at the source is Hannibal Lecter. Always Hannibal.  

Brother, father, friend, lover.  He is both a reward and a punishment.

Randall Tier had been right, no one forced Will to enjoy anything, but oh, how he did.  It’d be easy to say it was all Hannibal’s doing, his manipulation, his influence, but Will knows damn well that blame has a habit of not sticking to Hannibal Lecter.  And so, Will delighted and Hannibal adored him for it.

Even while they fell, clawing and clinging to one another desperately as the Atlantic held her arms wide to take them and enfold them, Will knew that if they survived that leap of foolishness and faith, Will Graham would still have to die.

And in his place, emerging from a watery grave would be a new Will. Stronger than he had ever been.  Brilliant and cunning.

This fulfilled fate (this perverse gift that was given to him on silver platter, like John the Baptist’s head) was something that could never be taken away.

Fierce and unafraid, the new Will Graham lives ready to embrace his fate alongside Hannibal Lecter. Delighting, not tolerating.  Ready to love, and kill for that love.  He will destroy, unrepentant, bestial and willing.  Brother, father, friend, lover.

He is who he is, hidden no more.  This, his now eternal design.  

Happy belated birthday to @weconqueratdawn <333  A million apologies this is so late.  I’m a stinker!  A little written something, and Photoshopping just for you, my friend.