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Hi! I write things. https://thetragedian.carrd.co (they/them)

[thee-tragedian]

Miserere Mei, Deus

I took this fic down a while ago, putting it back up a chapter a week.

Priest Will Graham x Nun Annabelle Lecter (Transfemme Hannibal)

Historical AU - 17th century France

Magical Realism

"Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter, I present to you, Father Will Graham. He will be filling in until Father Chilton is found." Her smile persisted as she turned to face the young man. His eyes must have been ice fashioned into daggers because they pierced through her. The Reverend Mother felt as though Father Graham saw through her, just as her God did. Clearing his throat, the new priest reached out a hand. "Reverend Mother." He swallowed, his eyes fixed on the only part of her face he could see-- her lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is mine," the Reverend Mother spoke, her voice timid, yet profound. Somehow, her voice carried through the cathedral, lips forming the words as if they were her nightly prayers.

[thee-tragedian]

Miserere Mei, Deus

I took this fic down a while ago, putting it back up a chapter a week.

Priest Will Graham x Nun Annabelle Lecter (Transfemme Hannibal)

Historical AU - 17th century France

Magical Realism

"Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter, I present to you, Father Will Graham. He will be filling in until Father Chilton is found." Her smile persisted as she turned to face the young man. His eyes must have been ice fashioned into daggers because they pierced through her. The Reverend Mother felt as though Father Graham saw through her, just as her God did. Clearing his throat, the new priest reached out a hand. "Reverend Mother." He swallowed, his eyes fixed on the only part of her face he could see-- her lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is mine," the Reverend Mother spoke, her voice timid, yet profound. Somehow, her voice carried through the cathedral, lips forming the words as if they were her nightly prayers.

[thee-tragedian]

Just wanted to let you know that your carrd link to Ao3 is not working, it just gives me an error 404 message. Just wanted you to know (sidenote your carrd looks really amazing)

Hi, thanks for the heads up. I recently changed my ao3 username and I haven't finished changing everything. Here is the updated link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/the_tragedian

[unstablerk800]

[a-feral-coffee-enthusiast]

GUYS

I have come to the most major realization. My life has been changed

[thee-tragedian]

FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW

"I love you," he declared, and a question tumbled from Annabelle's lips. "How much?" Will's response was immediate. "I'll show you."

or

Set in 1644 in Northern France, the Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter meets a young Father Will Graham-- and his afflictions.

[thee-tragedian]

FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW

"I love you," he declared, and a question tumbled from Annabelle's lips. "How much?" Will's response was immediate. "I'll show you."

or

Set in 1644 in Northern France, the Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter meets a young Father Will Graham-- and his afflictions.

[thee-tragedian]

hannibal fanfic?

looking for hurt no comfort hannibal fic to read.

help me out tumblr

[espejonight28738]

First line tag game!

Thank you @saynomorefic for tagging me!!!!

Rules: post the first line of your 10 most recently published fics and see if you can draw a conclusion.

"I'm telling you, Marcus, these are not his normal drunk texts, I'm worried, just please take me to check on her."   

2. It wasn't like this, the first time.

3. Dear Abigail, I finally arrived at the hotel Count Lecter recommended to me.

4. Turning his back to Hannibal should have been the worst part, but it wasn’t.

5. The sun was the worst part of the Reaping, at least for those who would be going back home with all their family.

6. Iceland arrived to Denmark's house two hours before the Eurovision final began.

7. Shion never truly shook off most of the habits he acquired while living on the West Block.

8. “I promised my beloved Celty I was going to hang out with my friends on Christmas, at her request."

9. At night is when, in Izaya's opinion, the most interesting people are active.

10. Orihara Izaya wasn't like other children while growing up. 

Conclusions: I got two main ones. The first, is that I like to start either with a dialogue, or with a bit of introspection from the narrator over their situation.

The second one, and this one won't be visible on the list, but I was faced with it when copying all of these lines, is that, considering that this list went all the way to 2018, I really just get to publish like 40% of what I write, the rest lies unfinished in my computer. Thousands of words and so many hours never shared because I didn't finish them. So tragic.

Anyway, I'm tagging @sourweather and @verobatto and whoever wants to do it!!!

[sourweather]

Wait OMG I love this oki

1: He's halfway to the Georgia border before Will lets himself think.

2: "What's this?"

3: "Merry Christmas."

4: Adam is dead.

5: It started out as a spite thing.

6: Adam's self aware enough to know he's not what most people would describe as 'boyfriend material'.

7: When he was a little boy, maybe five or six, Will and his dad were working at a boatyard out on Lake Erie.

8: Adam has often joked that his apartment must be of some great spiritual significance to the New Jersey cockroach community.

9: The knocking at his door is sudden enough, aggressive enough, that it wakes him up.

10: For a single, frantic moment, Will is sure he’s drowning.

My conclusion is that my two modes are "quick I gotta get out of this opening line as fast as possible GO!!!" and "I must Sit Here until I come up with the Biggest Banger of an opener I possibly Can" which to be fair I already knew because I hate opening lines and they always take me forever. But I do love seeing evidence of it

I don't usually do these kinds of games but I like this one so I'm tagging @nionkitkats and @holyheart

[nionkitkats]

First line tag game!

Gonna post the opening lines of my 10 most recent fics & see if I can draw any conclusions based on them 👀

1. Adam buried his nose further into the fabric of his scarf, hiding jaw and throat and freckled cheeks behind its loops and folds.

2. Thunder crashed outside, bolts of hot white flashing behind the windows of the large estate home where Hannibal was making dinner, a crisp parmesan-and-garlic asparagus scent filling up the kitchen and living spaces.

3. Adam bolted upright out of his sleep, the room around him pitch black save for a blinking green light in the corner.

4. Oskar looked up from where he was loosening a bridle from the white mare’s nose as the stable doors opened.

5. Will fit the small O-ring of the thin black choker at the hollow of his throat, running a hand back through the slicked waves of his hair as he stood in front of the mirror.

6. Will downed another tumbler glass of scotch with an apathetic, unamused expression as the chatter of the room carried on around them.

7. Will Graham was leaning against the gas pump, his curls hanging dangerously close to the grimy metal.

8. Will sat on the edge of the flimsy, thin mattress, rubbing both palms up over his face before dragging them down over his cheeks.

9. The Doctor was new in town.

10. Will Graham thought that it was utterly, positively insufferable to have to feel.

Conclusions:

1) All of my Hannigram fics are written from Will’s focus. 2) I gotta set the scene. I’m big at setting the ✨mood✨ 3) I like to open up with an action. And the first word is gonna be the name of the character committing said action.

@saint-hannibal 👀

[thee-tragedian]

Thanks @nionkitkats for the tag!!! This looks like so much fun! Without further ado...

The snow on the ground had just begun to melt when Father Chilton had been declared missing.

Will first saw blood when he was five years old.

Wolf Trap was quiet in the evenings.

The air was disgustingly frigid.

Running away to the Black Forest had been Will's idea, albeit when he was barely conscious. 

Will slammed his beer bottle down on the table so hard that Hannibal was shocked it didn't shatter and cut up his hand.

As soon as Hannibal walked through the door, his swollen feet aching in his Italian leather shoes, he could hear the sweet sound of guitar sweeping through the kitchen and into the foyer.

"I kissed Alana Bloom." 

Having almost perished from the violent frost, Hannibal found the cold an abhorrent part of nature.

The sun kissed the horizon goodbye as she departed and took flight to meet the dawn.

Conclusions:

I either start the scene with background information or the setting. I focus on the cold weather a lot, which is interesting. Wonder what that says about me. I can be quite superfluous with imagery (looking at number 10 specifically lol).

I will tag @coffee-in-rain to do this challenge!

posting niche fic on ao3 is like releasing a small creature into the wild and hoping it survives and finds sustenance

[hezenkoss]

got one whole comment… the small creature may yet survive the winter

[adastreia-12]

[jedusaur]

I love writing niche shit that gets a tiny but enthusiastic response. getting one comment from someone who was surprised and delighted to find what they were looking for is more satisfying to me than getting ten thousand kudos, for real

[coffee-in-rain-deactivated20260]

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

He’d sustained a substantial amount of brain damage throughout the last eleven days, Will had been told. Resulting in Post-Traumatic Amnesia.

Will awakes in an alternate dimension; inexplicably un-injured. Both his cheek and shoulder are still blessedly intact because the monumental bloodshed at the cliff house has yet to occur. He’s entirely unprepared for the aftermath that unfolds following the removal of Hannibal’s toilet.

[thee-tragedian]

CHAPTER 6 OUT NOW!

The two stood there, locked in their embrace. Annabelle wished to stay there forever, tucked away in his arms for the rest of eternity. Her life had become tied to his, but looking back, hadn't she always been his? "Run away with me," she whispered. "But we took an oath," Will protested. "Haven't we already broken it?"

or

Set in 1644 in Northern France, the Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter meets a young Father Will Graham-- and his afflictions.

[thee-tragedian]

CHAPTER 6 OUT NOW!

The two stood there, locked in their embrace. Annabelle wished to stay there forever, tucked away in his arms for the rest of eternity. Her life had become tied to his, but looking back, hadn't she always been his? "Run away with me," she whispered. "But we took an oath," Will protested. "Haven't we already broken it?"

or

Set in 1644 in Northern France, the Reverend Mother Annabelle Lecter meets a young Father Will Graham-- and his afflictions.

[coffee-in-rain-deactivated20260]

Vulnerable Hannibal Fics

On my previous post, people were interested in finding fics where Hannibal is touch-starved and or dealing with separation anxiety post-fall. So here is a small list of some that may fit that theme! The first two are mine, but the rest are some of my favorite fics I’ve ever read that feature vulnerable Hannibal (in various seasons or post-canon).

Between The Hour Of Reprieve:

At the cliff house, Hannibal receives a much-needed-hug. (features crying, touch-starved Hannibal).

Shrike (To Your Sharp And Glorious Thorn): Hannibal feels anxious about the prospect of Will abandoning him one day because he isn’t at all capable of being like Molly. His anxiety only heightens when Will gets a job. (features crying housewife Hannibal speaking Lithuanian).

Recipricol Alchemy by Scifibabe: In the silent echoes of his dreams, Will Graham treads a line blurred between control and chaos, each step drawing him inexorably towards claiming Hannibal as his own. It's a perilous dance on the edge of darkness, where the thrill of possession whispers of a transformation too profound to resist.

Hold Me, Don’t Let Me Go by sourweather: It's a few months after the Fall when it finally hits him. Hannibal has barely been touched in 3 years. And Will won't let it go on for another moment.

Hosanna In The Highest by sainthannibal: During the fall, Hannibal receives the brunt of the injuries, which leaves him unable to care for himself. Will discovers how much he enjoys taking care of him.

You Made Me Soup by itsybitsylemonsqueezy: Hannibal comes down with pneumonia while incarcerated. Will decides to make him some soup. Absolutely no one thinks it's strange that Will comes to give his ex soup when he finds out he's sick. No one at all finds this suspicious. At. All.

The Boy Under The Monster’s Bed by Wr4tttttthh: There were deep wounds that needed healing, new and old, physical and otherwise. (features crying, vulnerable Hannibal).

Delicate Ghost by hannigramcracker & TimmyJayBird: She was different- not the ghost of his memories, but something about this bloodied child ripped right at Hannibal's chest, and left him drowning in a cold snow he thought he had left in his childhood, that he had locked away within his skull. Drowning, with only one hand to grasp at, one body to cling to. One man to work him through the trauma and remind him what life was.

You With Those Nails, Me With This Cross by TheBitterKitten:

Will goes too far.

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Go on

I dare you

[jamesontheoutside]

PRAYING THIS WORKS

[nothing-but-teeth-and-skin]

i kicked my dogs out of my room at like 730 am cause i was trying to sleep and they were acting crazy. after i shut the door and heard their whines and the pitter patter of their paws pacing around outside i couldnt help but feel “this is how adam and eve felt being cast out of eden.” and thinking “i wonder if God felt angst over having to punish His only creation He loved?”

[coffee-in-rain-deactivated20260]

Hannibal being touch-starved and dealing with separation anxiety post-fall. He’s trembling like a leaf the first time Will leaves the house to run an errand—gnawing on his knuckles until they’re split and bleeding. The first time Will hugs him—a warm palm cradling his nape—he lets out the ugliest, gut-wrenching sob.