I know this fandom is strictly focused on hannigram and I don’t blame anyone one bit but. You guys ever think about how Alana sacrificed her safety for Will, freeing Hannibal from Mason because she knew Hannibal would be the only one able to save him. She freed him knowing Hannibal would hunt her down and kill her in the future, because that’s what he promised.
Yet the last thing she tells him at Muskrat Farms is: “Promise me you’ll save him” and then she unties the beast. The beast she knows will kill her.
You ever think about that.
About how despite the incident she cares so deeply for Will still, even as they’re both entirely different people from when they fist met. Even if they aren’t compatible, maybe they’ve never been, there’s still tenderness lingering between the two. Alana keeps justifying Will, keeps blaming Hannibal to be the bad influence bringing the worst out of him, when by the end Will is totally in control of his actions.
The fact she still sees him as someone to be protected, kept away from the evil of the world, it makes my heart ache. Excuse me.
Alana Bloom: The Misunderstood Character of Hannibal
It’s a common sentiment among *Hannibal* fans to see Alana Bloom as bland or disinteresting compared to the show’s more dramatic figures. However, this perception doesn’t quite capture the complexity and depth of her character.
Season 1: Introduction and Relationship Dynamics
In Season 1, Alana Bloom is introduced as a promising forensic psychologist and a key player in the investigation of the Chesapeake Ripper. Her relationship with Will Graham is central, showcasing her professional dedication and personal warmth. She’s compassionate, intelligent, and genuinely invested in helping Will. However, she’s also placed in a challenging position: balancing her professional role with her personal feelings for Will.
Her growing affection for Will complicates things further when Hannibal Lecter manipulates the situation. Hannibal’s subtle interference places Alana in a precarious position, especially as she remains unaware of the full extent of his deceptions.
Season 2: Betrayal and Manipulation
In Season 2, Alana’s character undergoes a significant shift. Her relationship with Will becomes strained as she starts dating Hannibal, unaware of his true nature. This decision is driven by her genuine affection for Hannibal and her desire to support Will, who is increasingly isolated and erratic. Alana’s choice to be with Hannibal reflects her vulnerability and misplaced trust, which ultimately results in a heartbreaking betrayal.
Throughout Season 2, Alana’s character grapples with the consequences of her actions. She’s a victim of Hannibal’s manipulation, struggling with the fallout of her choices and the realization of Hannibal’s true nature. Her character arc becomes a poignant exploration of trust, betrayal, and the personal cost of being entangled with Hannibal.
Season 3: Redemption and Resilience
By Season 3, Alana’s journey reaches a turning point. After surviving the traumatic events of Season 2, she begins to reclaim her sense of self. Alana’s involvement in the unfolding drama of Hannibal’s final acts is a testament to her resilience. She takes on a more assertive role, driven by a desire to protect those she cares about and to confront the darkness she once was a part of.
In Episode 7, "Digestivo," Alana’s role is particularly pivotal. Her actions and decisions set the stage for the dramatic confrontation between Hannibal and his adversaries. Her confrontation with Hannibal reveals her growth and the emotional toll of her past relationship with him. She faces him with courage and determination, underscoring her transformation from a manipulated pawn to a decisive player in the series' climax. Her protective instincts and quest for closure highlight her character’s evolution.
In "Digestivo," Alana’s primary concern is the safety of those around her. Her determination to protect her loved ones, including Will Graham
Alana Bloom may initially seem like a secondary character in the grand scheme of *Hannibal*, but her arc is far from ordinary. Her journey from a dedicated professional to a victim of betrayal and finally to a figure of resilience showcases the depth and complexity that might be overlooked at first glance. Far from bland, Alana’s character is a testament to the series’ intricate storytelling and the challenges faced by those caught in the web of Hannibal Lecter’s manipulations.
Her story deserves recognition for the emotional depth and the personal struggle it represents, highlighting the nuanced and often tragic consequences of being entangled with one of television’s most enigmatic villains.
not sure if i’m projecting or crazy or stupid or just actually incredibly good at characterization but will graham is extremely ethel cain coded 2 me
this man would drunkenly listen to strangers on repeat on his bathroom floor and bawl his eyes out while murmuring along to, “i tried to be good, am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?” while thinking about abigail and alana and beverly and and and….
will/hannibal/alana/antony/bedelia// 1.6k, e, vamp au // ao3
written for day 2 of fad's au challenge: vampire
By the time Will got to the bedroom, Hannibal already had Antony naked and writhing in the center of their large canopy bed.
Irritation flashed through him, but he didn't let it show. He closed the door softly behind him and joined Alana at the side of the bed, snaking an arm around her waist. She glanced up at him with a soft smile and leaned her head against his shoulder, then turned her focus back to Antony, her gaze roving hungrily over his sweat-slick skin. Bedelia was watching the show, too, settled on one corner of the mattress in nothing but her thin white chemise. She toyed with the neckline as she stared, her lips parted and her focus hazy.
"Starting without me?" Will asked.
Alana made a small, placating noise and nuzzled closer, settling a hand on Will's chest. "Antony couldn't wait. You know how he is."
Will hummed and rubbed tight circles into Alana's hip, making her sigh and melt against him. On the bed, Hannibal crooked his fingers, and Antony keened.
Bedelia's gaze was heavy with lust, but her lips quirked into a contemptuous smile. "Hard to believe we were all that needy once," she drawled. "Look at him. You'd think he never touched his prick a day in his life."
Hannibal huffed a laugh against Antony's throat. "He's an insatiable little thing," he agreed, still steadily thrusting his fingers into Antony's hole. "But I seem to remember a whole week in which you, Bedelia, utterly refused to leave the bed."
Bedelia flushed, and Alana let out a joyous little laugh, lifting her head from Will's chest to turn her bright eyes to Bedelia, who studiously avoided her gaze.
"We were all hungry children," Will said, meeting Hannibal's gaze with a crooked smile. Hannibal grinned back at him. Even after all these centuries, their eye contact sent a thrill of arousal through Will. His cock stirred, and he exhaled shakily.
He had likely been the hungriest of all—Hannibal's first child.
Well, the first one that mattered. The others were long dead, anyway.
Antony's voice wavered and cracked on a moan. He fisted his cock desperately as his body trembled. "Please," he begged, utterly and entirely at Hannibal's mercy. "Please, Hannibal, I need—"
Hannibal shushed him fondly, smoothing his sweaty hair back from his face. "Of course you do," he soothed. He glanced meaningfully at Bedelia, who dipped her chin and peeled off her chemise before crawling over to them.
"There, now," Hannibal said. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Antony's head, and Bedelia sighed and tilted her head to bare her neck. "Go ahead, darling."
Antony whined gratefully and twisted in Hannibal's arms.
Fury shot through Will. He bared his teeth and lunged forward, but Hannibal tsked and grabbed Antony's chin before he could sink his fangs into Hannibal's throat. "Now, now," he chided, grinning over at Will. "Don't be rude, Antony. You know you don't get the first taste."
Will settled, appeased, and Alana returned to him, a soothing presence at his side. She kissed his throat, his jaw, the bit of his chest bared by the deep V-shaped neck of his shirt. Each press of her lips was like a little droplet of sunlight—the only snatches of it that Will had felt in nearly 700 years.
"Bedelia is waiting for you," Hannibal murmured to Antony, though his gaze was locked on Will. Will's lips parted, and he let Alana stoke the heat within him, each little kiss or nibble winding him tighter.
Antony released a shuddering sigh and poured himself into Bedelia's lap, rubbing his cock against her belly as he latched onto the side of her neck. She gasped in rapture—Will could pinpoint the exact moment Antony's fangs penetrated her skin—and closed her eyes, threading her fingers through Antony's mussed hair.
"Good," Hannibal praised. He stroked a hand over both of them in turn, then returned his fingers to Antony's hole, slipping them in easily and without resistance. Both Antony and Bedelia gasped, and Hannibal helped them to lie flat, Bedelia on her back beneath Antony, who crouched above her like an animal.
Will drew in a steadying breath and began to work at Alana's corset, loosening the laces just enough that she could step back and unfasten it. He helped her slip out of the rest of her clothing, which puddled at her feet, then turned her around to face the bed and pulled her back against him.
"Watch them," he murmured against her ear, relishing the light shiver that ran through her. She obeyed, leaning her head back against his shoulder, and widened her stance to make room for his hand, which slid down her chest and belly and came to rest on the thatch of curls between her thighs.
She was already wet, and her clit, when he found it, was hot and swollen beneath his fingertips. She arched against him, pressing her hips insistently against his hand, and he huffed out a laugh and kissed beneath her ear. "Do you think you can come before Antony?"
On the bed, Hannibal's gaze flashed with competitive delight. He quickened his fingers, twisting and thrusting with a precision that made Antony unlatch from Bedelia's neck and jerk backward with a thready moan.
Alana laughed breathlessly. "I don't—"
"I think you can." Will circled her clit, and she gasped, reaching back to grab onto his trousers and thigh.
The two of them had had a magnetic connection from the start. Hannibal might have found Alana—might have wanted her first—but she shared something unique with Will. Something natural—almost gentle. It was that connection he drew on now as he pressed his cheek to her soft brown curls.
"That's it," Will encouraged, rubbing her more firmly as he brought his free hand to cup her breast. "See how desperate Antony is? How much he needs it?"
The two of them stared at the three creatures writhing on the bed—Antony with his blood-flushed, sweat-slick desperation, Hannibal with his cold hunger, Bedelia with her hazy bliss. "Imagine how much pleasure he must feel," Will continued, rolling Alana's nipple between his fingers. He dipped his other hand down to tease at her opening, and she moaned, grinding against him. "He must be ecstatic with it. All that need, all that euphoria, frantic and bottled up."
Antony, hearing it all, began to lose his rhythm. He craned his head to look at Will and Alana over his shoulder, his eyes glazed with need. Beneath him, Bedelia shifted, pushing herself up enough to sink her fangs into Antony's collarbone.
Will thrust his fingers deep into Alana's cunt just as Antony tensed and began to shake. Will bared his teeth, grinding himself hard against Alana's ass as he fucked her, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her clit. She gasped and arched, throwing a hand back to knot in Will's hair, desperate to find purchase as her orgasm washed over her.
On the bed, Antony keened and spurted over Bedelia's chest, and not for a second did Hannibal break Will's eye contact. Alana came, and Antony came, and it was as though Will and Hannibal did too, sharing the intimacy of their partner's climaxes through the naked intensity of their gaze.
When it was over, Alana slumped in Will's arms. Will bent forward and kissed her gently, then laid her on the bed. She crawled over to cuddle up beside Bedelia, pillowing her head on Bedelia's shoulder and stroking mindlessly over Bedelia's soft, cum-spattered skin.
Slowly, Will tugged off his shirt and unlaced his trousers. Hannibal watched him with fervent ardor, but he made no move to approach, only knelt there in the center of the bed like a king. Once Will had fully removed his clothes, Hannibal shrugged off his silk dressing gown and spread his arms wide. Will went to him, settling gracefully on his lap. He set his hands on Hannibal's shoulders and pressed his forehead to Hannibal's, then pushed forward and ground his cock against Hannibal's belly. Hannibal's mouth fell open, baring the sharp points of his fangs, and his cock twitched against Will, hot and dripping.
"Hannibal," Will breathed.
All these years, and each time still felt like the first.
"Darling." Hannibal slid his hand along Will's spine, a sensual, encouraging touch. "My dear."
Will pressed himself closer. He embraced Hannibal fully, so that no space remained between their bodies. They were entwined completely—inextricably. He turned his head to nose behind Hannibal's ear, and Hannibal cupped the back of Will's head, his other arm wrapping strong around Will's waist.
"Go on, Will," Hannibal said. "Taste. Drink."
Will groaned and bit. Hannibal's blood rushed into his mouth, thick and sweet and complex, and Will suckled gratefully, moaning against Hannibal's neck. He could tolerate more of Hannibal's powerful lifeblood, now, without that same disorienting rush he'd had as a fledgling, but nursing from him would never be anything short of intoxicating. Will's head spun, and Hannibal gripped him tighter, his long nails scraping deliciously against Will's skull.
To their side, the girls had begun moaning again, puffing out soft little sighs and wet, slick noises. Will dragged his head away from Hannibal's neck so that he could stare into his depthless burgundy eyes, panting as devotion swelled so hot in him that he was nearly overwhelmed. He crushed their mouths together, smearing Hannibal's own blood over his lips and chin, and licked deep, thrusting his tongue against Hannibal's with frenzied passion.
"I love you," he moaned against him, clutching Hannibal tight. "God, I'll love you until the ends of the earth, until—"
"Will—"
"—the sun burns out and—"
"Always, Will." Hannibal cupped the side of Will's face and thumbed at a thick daub of blood. He sucked it clean, then leaned in to mouth just beneath Will's jaw. "Until the first heaven and the first earth pass away," he said, "and the sea is no more."
Will sighed, rapturous, and tilted his head back. A kingdom between them, and all the ages of the earth yet to be seen.
