There was a Boy named Adam

When his father died, Adam decided to make a choice. Beth, his friend, told him he needed to live his life, and not always rely on people. People were liars, after all. So Adam left, and didn't look back [Independent Adam Raki blog] [Post Movie]

[camilleflyingrotten]

Hannibal is planning to serve sashimis for dinner

[jdwrites]

I Can’t Rave Enough About This Fic

After putting his dumb little bird butt right over Jade’s name (it says Jade Green under there), Beebs screams and the message is pretty clear:  “IF YOU TRY TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO THIS THAN TO ME, I WILL EAT IT.”  Fortunately, that’s what bird jail is for.

Anyone who has not read @jadegreenworks‘s beautiful, romantic, and honestly captivating Hannigram Omegaverse fic, Overcoming, has not truly seen the wonder of a fucking enormous masterpiece of fanfiction.  When it was revealed that this would be adapted into a collection of tangible volumes, I was beyond thrilled.  I can’t wait to snuggle right up into my pillows every night and reread this incredible literary work within actual pages.

Overcoming on Ao3 Overcoming on Amazon

[jadegreenworks]

♥♥♥ Thank you, JD! AND YOUR BIRB!!! Thank you so much for being so amazingly supportive throughout this whole story! I hope it’s a very happy addition to your shelf and I know it will be in excellent company! ♥♥♥ Thank you again, always and forever!

[midvvest-vampire]

I am forcing myself to stay awake cause I work an overnight shift….so I need to sleep during the day This is what is keeping me awake…but also burning my eyes I don’t know why I’ve been doing really elaborate (by my standard) pieces lately

[midvvest-vampire]

PROGRESS???

Is this good?

SOME ONE VALIDATE ME

[jadegreenworks]

56 Overcoming

Okay, here we go! The update that was not expected :D All my love and enormous thanks to @ghostgurlgamer and @fragile-teacup for their help! I can say with complete honesty that this never would have happened without their insight and suggestions! And another huge thank you to @thisismydesignhannibal for the FREAKING AMAZING AND GORGEOUS @theseavoices art that features in this chapter! I owe you awe!

Hurry.

The door to Will’s suite was locked and Hannibal hadn’t the patience to wait for Mrs. Henderson to fetch her keys for him. Under the frightened stares of the gathering Hartford staff, he reared back and slammed his foot into the door, shouting, “Will! Answer me! Will!”

He could scent him—fear and fevered sweetness, rage and determination and vulnerability that nearly broke the last restraint on Hannibal’s Alpha instincts.

“Hannibal?”

It was faint and muffled and only made him feel even more frantic when he heard it, but Hannibal answered all the same, “Will!”

The lock clicked and Hannibal flung the door open, casting about in the darkness, choking on the rancid brimstone scent of Francis Dolarhyde. Winston and Tier’s girls growled behind him, hesitating to crowd him but agitated by the scent of distress that saturated the room.

“Will!” Hannibal shouted, casting around to catch his scent, his heart hammering. “Will—”

The door slammed behind him and the lock clicked again, closing the dogs and staff out in the hall. Hannibal rounded on them, snarling in warning, his stomach sinking in a sickening drop when the shadowy figure in his husband’s room moved to turn up a lamp.

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[ghostgurlgamer]

I know many people are missing “Overcoming” this week, so to help you all get through it, here is chapter 56 [Podfic]. The picture is the same as last week because I am trying to be consistent in image style. But it is 56, I promise. And whoa. It is something else.

@jadegreenworks

[overcoming-by-jadegreenworks]

Heck yes! I’m excited!

[sympathyforthecannibal]

[Bryan Fuller] said, “What do you think of Mads Mikkelsen?” I said, “I’d fucking die to work with Mads Mikkelsen. Mads Mikkelsen is an astonishingly good idea.” -David Slade

[jadegreenworks]

55 Overcoming

Well, what can I say! You all know how wordy I am! No promises for next week (I’m SO CLOSE to being done!) but enjoy the update! I love you all! ♥♥♥ And again, a very heartfelt thank you to @ghostgurlgamer for all the help! You complete me!

Will knew without a doubt that something terrible had happened if his sister had returned to Hartford of her own accord. He drew himself together and hurried to the door, shocked when Tier’s girls began to bark and carry on as if they would eat her alive.

“Oh my gods, why are those things inside the house?” Mina shrieked, startled by the approach of the dogs. She drew up in terror, her eyes showing whites all around, a grimace of fear contorting her features.

They barked so viciously that Will worried for a moment that they might attack, but the large animals made no move to do so, only filled the room with their snarling displeasure.

“Girls! Goodness!” Will said, raising his voice to be heard above the din. He cast a glance back and gestured at Mr. Hawkes, saying once he was close enough to hear, “Take Winston and the girls upstairs for now, Mr. Hawkes.”

“Very good, my Lord,” Mr. Hawkes said, his rumbling tone heard even over their angry snarls.

Will moved to console his sister as the dogs were pulled away, taking note of her travel-dusty dress, her tear-streaked face, and how deeply disturbed she was.

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54 Overcoming

All credit to @amarriageoftrueminds for the portrait of Will I added to the header pic! The gorgeous original is here!

The tick of the clock echoed in Will’s ears, thumping with the beat of his pulse. The hour had struck ten and Hartford House was wrapped in numb, mournful silence, the servants going about their duties in whispers, anxious for any news.

Will paced from the window back to the door, paying no mind to the beautiful day unfolding beyond the wall of Hartford House, not when such tragedy had struck within. Winston and the girls watched him from where they lay before the empty fireplace, their dark eyes tracking his every movement with alert awareness.

He paused mid stride when he felt Hannibal coming towards him, the fall of his boots on the carpets vibrating as much through Will’s senses as through the floorboards. He smoothed his jacket and straightened his cuffs, grooming himself without realizing it, trying to calm his nerves.

Hannibal came in at a brisk stride, drawn to his mate like a moth to flame, finding him without error in the depths of Hartford House. His mouth was taut and tight, strained around the edges, his amber eyes weary with exhaustion, but he came straight to Will, breathing, “He will live.”

“Oh thank gods!” Will said, eyes closing on tears of relief as Hannibal embraced him, hugging him tight.

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[thyrell]

a necromancer is just a really late healer

[thyrell]

“you’re too late, doc, he’s…he’s already dead…”

*cracks knuckles* i didnt get my medical license revoked for nothing

[jadegreenworks]

53 Overcoming

A very special thank you to @fragile-teacup, both for this beautiful header image which I adore, as well as for helping me see the forest when all I could see was trees! This update literally would not have happened without your help! You’re the best, my dear! ♥♥♥

Between one breath and the next, the light was blown out from Will’s world.

‘I’ve been recalled, Will. I’m being sent back to war…’

So many thoughts raced through his head, each striving for dominance over the others, a confusing jumble of fear and outrage and sinking despair that rendered him mute with shock—his Alpha was leaving, his husband was being taken, and with him would go all the happiness Will had finally begun to trust in.

It was the way Hannibal’s hand stopped trembling that snapped Will back into focus, the way the bond suddenly fell still as his husband wrestled his emotions into submissions, always seeking to spare him, even at his own expense.

Will reached for him, reached for the bond as he stretched out his hand, pulling Hannibal to him to wrap his arms around him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressed belly to belly, chest to chest, their child pushing and shifting between them. Hannibal’s arms hung at his sides, resisting the comfort Will offered, unwilling to crack the seal on his fear lest he disturb his little mate. But Will was a force to be reckoned with, relentless as the river wearing away at stone. “I’m here, Hannibal. If you must leave me in the future, please don’t leave me now. If I can have you at your best, then I’ve earned you at your most vulnerable—let me be strong for you, Hannibal.”

The trickle of anxiety became a flood and Will closed his eyes, letting it run through him and out. Hannibal’s arms rose to fold around Will’s waist and the letter rustled softly against Will’s jacket, but he paid it no mind. There would be time for that, time to read it and see the details. For now, they needed one another more than they needed anything in the world, and Will was determined to be the boulder Hannibal had likened him to.

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52 Overcoming

I hope everyone at RDC (or traveling now!) is safe and has a wonderful time! Be careful and enjoy and we will live through you vicariously! ♥♥♥

If it hadn’t been for his bond, shining straight through his heart with every nuance of Hannibal’s feelings, Will might have doubted his reception of their happy news. He simply stared at Will, amber eyes wide, mouth parted with the tips of his Alpha fangs peeking beneath the firm curve of his lip. Yet in a heartbeat the smooth planes of his face transformed in a wide, delighted grin and he scooped Will into his arms, dragging his sturdy little mate into his lap as he lolled backwards in the window seat, laughing with excitement.

Will laughed with him, arms tight around Hannibal’s neck, draped easily in his lap and breathless. He closed his eyes and clung, senses filled with his husband, doubts and fears and reservations vanishing beneath the force of Hannibal’s love for him.

“Gods, Will, do you mean it?” Hannibal asked, easing his hold on Will in a pang of worry, cupping the back of his curly head to stroke his hair.

Will nodded against his throat and tipped his head back, meeting Hannibal’s gaze, loosening his arms to lay his hand on Hannibal’s jaw.

“Yes,” he said, heart pounding with shared glee, with a joy that made him feel almost drunk, giddy with happiness. “At least, I believe so. I cannot be certain—”

“I am,” Hannibal said, drawing a trembling breath, vibrant with energy, like he could run all the way down to Hartford Town shouting to the world that his mate was with child. “I am, Will. I saw the signs plain as day but I tried not to pressure you with hope.”

He cut off, tipping his mouth to Will’s in a brief, sweet kiss, both of them half laughing, filled with bubbling delight that frothed over like champagne.

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[jadegreenworks]

51 Overcoming

Hannibal’s mate was keeping a secret from him.

And whatever it was, it made him even more beautiful, despite the faint shadows beneath his sleepy blue eyes. Will seemed to glow from within, radiating contentment with every slight smile and serene gesture. He seemed… settled somehow in the space of a night, as if some weight Hannibal was unaware of had been lifted from Will’s shoulders to leave him free at long last.

“Hannibal, are you paying attention?” Grandfather scolded, annoyed.

“No,” Hannibal admitted, tearing his gaze off of Will, who was sitting with poised grace next to him in the conservatory where Roland had taken his breakfast. Hannibal wished the summons hadn’t come so soon after his Aunt and Uncle’s departure, but even he couldn’t put off his grandfather when the old Duke demanded his presence.

“Not the answer I hoped for!” Grandfather said, scowling. “Mr. Zeller came into possession of a paper trail. I will not say how he did so, only that these are copies. Mr. Buddish, when you leave, you will take these with you to the Lord Chancellor to be added to the investigation into Lord Rathmore and create copies for the detectives in Will’s case.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” Mr. Buddish said, standing quietly to one side, but watchful and alert and a good deal more rested than he’d been the day before.

Will held the paperwork closer to Hannibal, as if his very nearness wasn’t distraction enough to render the gesture useless.

“Please tell me I am not seeing this correctly,” Will said, delving into his jacket pocket for his spectacles, but even after perching them on his snub of a nose to take a closer look, the evidence remained the same.

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50 Overcoming

The Dimmonds were the first to leave that evening, having fully enjoyed their renewed contact with Hartford and promising to be much underfoot in the future. In pairs and small parties, Will and Hannibal bid their farewells to their guests in Grandfather’s stead until only Lord and Lady Miškinis remained. They shared a small, delightful late dinner with them, during which Uncle Tomas teased Hannibal mercilessly about the lures, using English for Will’s sake.

“And will Lady Rathmore not join us for a little drink before bedtime?” Aunt Aldona inquired, sitting back as servants smoothly removed the plates and cleared the table for brandies.

“Unfortunately, she is still unwell,” Will said, sipping his drink with great respect for his stomach. For a terrifying moment during the eel soup starter, he’d feared he might have to flee the room to spare himself, the scent was so overpowering. “She also tends to sleep very late, so I doubt you will see her before you depart. Must you leave so early?”

“I have some things to take care of in your Capital before we leave for home,” Uncle Tomas said, leaning closer for Hannibal to light his cigar for him. “We are cutting our time somewhat close, as you say. The straight is very temperamental this time of year and it is not so easy to travel safely.”

“I would never sacrifice your safety, however pleasant I find your company,” Will said, waving away the smoke in what he hoped was a surreptitious gesture. “You must write when you return to the Capital. We could host you at Chelsea House and attend the opera.”

“You darling child,” Aunt Aldona crooned, reaching out to pat Will’s cheek. “You will not be doing any of that soon, hm?”

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[jadegreenworks]

The closer we get to the end, the more I’m trying to cram in there :D Thank you for your patience, everyone, and thank you so much for cheering me on!

I’m getting the update edited tonight! Wish me luck!

[jadegreenworks]

49 Overcoming

‘What is this one, Hannibal?’

Something was thrust in his face, prickly leaves tickling his nose, and Hannibal snuffled, filling his lungs with the scent of fresh-cut herbs.

‘Rosemary!’ he cried, eyes flying open to find her crying. ‘Chiyoh?’

Someone called her name, sharp and impatient, an adult with urgent business who had no time for childish needs.

‘I have to go away,’ she told him, another tear rolling down her smooth face. ‘He’s sending me away…’

She flung her arms around him in a brief, short hug—bony arms, a crush of sweet floral scent, the herbal aroma of her heavy dark hair—and suddenly she was gone. Her long braid streamed out behind her, her skirts kicking up around her stick-thin calves, her bare feet black on the bottoms from the garden’s rich, deep earth.

‘Chiyoh!’ Hannibal cried, giving chase but unable to keep up with her, a clumsy fawn behind a nimble doe. ‘Chiyoh! Come back!’

She looked back over her shoulder but she didn’t slow, her dark eyes full of loss as she raced through the gardens of Galley Field, heeding that impatient voice.

‘Chiyoh! Come back…’

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48 Overcoming

Thank you so much to those of you who’ve stuck with this story since the very start! I am so lucky to have you all! We’ve lost so many along the way who I miss, but gained so many more new faces I delight in, and I’m so honored to be part of such a wonderful Fannibal Family! Thank you!

Eager as he was to set eyes on his mate, Hannibal made quick and thorough work of cleaning himself up. His dream of Lady Murasaki teased at his awareness, a restless ghost trailing cold fingers over the heart that had been so hardened against her. He wished he could recall it in detail to share with Will, but it slipped from him by the second, murky and muted.

“Ah! There you are!” Berger called, closing the dressing room door behind him and hurrying to assist him, though Hannibal was nearly dressed already. “I spoke with Mr. Hawkes, m’Lord. Gods above, if you don’t have a match in his Lordship, then the sun won’t rise tomorrow!”

“And I thank the gods every moment for it,” Hannibal said, amused by Berger’s flushed delight. “Quickly, now, Berger, and tell me what’s happened. Is he well?”

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Hannibal Rewatch

S1E1: Aperitif & S3E7 Digestivo

[theadventurouspancake-deactivat]

I NEVE R NOTICED THIS

[hannigrammer]

OMG

[grahamsdogs]

This fucked me up really bad, i hate this fuckin show

[gleamingandwholeanddeadly]

Fucks sake

[aglassroseneverfades]

…oh.

[avidreadr2004]

Oh my god —I just went down the rabbit hole

[jadegreenworks]

47 Overcoming

In which there was too much porn to add it all, so next time will be piano sex

“Yes.”

It was a wonder that a single word could alter the course of a man’s life, but Hannibal sat still in his chair, staring up at the most wondrous person he could ever imagine, and felt that word resonate through his heart with a vibrancy that threatened to steal his breath away.

It nearly stole Will’s as well, the bond setting him adrift in his husband’s profound joy. Hannibal’s pleasure and relief and trembling hope fed into him in a chaos of emotions, but all of it was wrapped in the glorious bliss of his love.

“Are you certain?” Hannibal asked, because it was too good to be true, too much what he desired, too tremulous a hope to trust when he knew too well that he didn’t deserve him, that he could never deserve him. Tears rose in his amber eyes, the turmoil of his feelings welling up to spill down his cheeks. “Is this a dream I’m doomed to wake from?”

“I’m certain, Hannibal,” Will murmured, smoothing his tears away. “I’ve made my decision. My place is with you and our home is one another. The family that loves and respects me is ours together.”

“Will,” Hannibal said, smiling from the bloom of love within him. “Should you ever change your mind—”

“I won’t. I am greedy for you, Hannibal Lecter,” Will said, bending to nuzzle his nose to Hannibal’s. “I will always choose you.”

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