7 Works by Se7en_devils
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Jack's back is turned to Will. He's in the doorway, and Abigail Hobbs is behind him, holding his gun, aiming it straight at Jack's chest.
"You think I killed Nick Boyle," she says, but her voice is shaky. Her hands are shaky.
They haven't noticed Will, but—
"I'm not here because of Nick Boyle, Abig—"
But Will sees Abigail, and it's the only thing he needs to sink the knife into Jack's jugular.
Out of all the ways Will Graham saw his bright and disastrous post-BSCHI dance with Hannibal Lecter ending, even he didn't see it ending with Abigail Hobbs rising from the grave as Jack Crawford descended into the Inferno.
Two months later, with Abigail off to college in Germany, Will and Hannibal negotiate a tenuous life in coastal France, featuring an extra ghostly house pest and all the emotional baggage you might expect. Things come together and things fall apart in this gothic romance, Mizumono murder family (eventual) fix-it. Diverges from canon the night of the lamb dinner (the last supper).
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There are a lot of ways to ask where someone's from, and Will's got just as many ways to answer. He's from North Carolina in one breath, and New Hampshire in the next, always obscuring his roots from anyone and everyone—including Hannibal.
For the FFE flufftober RE - a bastardized version of the prompt "misunderstandings"
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"Oral sex," Will blurts out before he can stop himself, looking everywhere but Dr. Lecter's eyes.
Dr. Lecter, ever the gentleman, doesn't look away from Will. He also doesn't press Will to continue. His legs are neatly crossed at the knee, his hands pleasantly folded in his lap. He waits for Will to continue, to explain, to talk himself even deeper into the hole he's dug for himself, and Will—
"You asked what helps me find myself when things get too—" Will makes a face and a gesture that indicate overwhelming is the word he's looking for. "So, oral sex. I find it…" Will swallows thickly, his eyes darting across the room to the large, grand windows, "grounding. To be able to…do something for my partner."
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The quiet of the stream. The hum of an engine. Will enjoys being of service to his partners, sinking into their heat and giving them what they need. Usually, that's an omega, but beggars can't be choosers after the sting of Alana Bloom's rejection and the piercing haze of losing one's mind.
The second half of season 1 starting with Fromage, but make it omegaverse porn - with all the dubious consent, hallucinations, and canon-typical shenanigans that implies.
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"Is that-?" The Verger-Bloom's Chief of Staff asks with searching eyes and trembling hands, but they both already know.
"Hannibal Lecter strolling down my fucking driveway with a picnic basket and a dog?" Alana looks over her shoulder, where the East wing with Morgan's bedroom stretches out before them. "Yeah."
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Two years after Will and Hannibal's thoroughly documented fall into the Atlantic, Alana Bloom has a problem - a persistent problem - that likes to show up on her doorstep unannounced and call itself polite company. She has a solution at her fingertips, if only said problem would stop murdering all her well-armed security guards.Hannibal Lecter doesn't have problems so much as he has opportunities masquerading as inconveniences. And today, he's found himself the absolutely delightful opportunity to play twenty questions with an old friend over wine and antipasto.
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- Part 2 of In remembrance of me
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“That’s the problem with hedonism,” Will says with a smirk, “You’re not used to denying yourself anything. You’re unprepared when someone comes along and supplies stipulations.”
“I could make the same observation of the ascetic lifestyle you once favored,” Hannibal says, “You denied yourself even the most mundane comforts and found yourself lying in my bed regardless.”
“To moderation in all things, then,” Will snorts, “‘Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation.’”
“The same man who said, ‘Lord make me chaste, but not yet.’”
“You,” Will twists his fingers again, rubbing with purpose, and Hannibal inhales sharply, “Are quoting an awful lot of poetry for someone giving head.”
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In a post-fall verse, Hannibal and Will reunite at a safe house on the beach after nine months in the BSHCI. Written to stand alone, but can also be read as a chapter 6 timestamp for “Lines of the Equator & Clocks of the World”.Series
- Part 2 of Ashamed of our poems
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“What a fearsome and clever thing you are,” Hannibal says, expression bright and proud and smug, standing at center stage in his cell. The orderlies have already filed out and the straitjackets have been put away for next time. “‘The universe in ecstatic motion.’”
They are standing in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, separated by a pane of bulletproof glass. They are sitting in front of the Primavera in Florence, and clutching each other on a cliffside over the roiling Atlantic.
They’re kissing in Tokyo and embracing in Havana; killing a man in Catania and drinking wine by the fire in his Baltimore office.
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Or, five years after the fall, Will and Hannibal are apprehended, landing them back in the BSHCI under Frederick Chilton’s tender care. A lot has changed, but serial killers are still drawn to the East Coast like moths to a flame and the FBI still flounders in their wake. A SOTL retelling, where Hannibal and Will are playing a game of their own and Clarice wishes these crazy sons of bitches would care about saving lives just half as much as she does.Series
- Part 1 of Ashamed of our poems
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“We were looking at crime scene photos in my classroom,” Will hisses, leaning forward on his heels before rocking back unconsciously. “I usually wait until the fifth date before I bring them to work and pull out the murder scrapbook - how about you?”
“Will–”
“I have a lot of issues, but atrocious dating etiquette and sleeping with my not-psychiatrist aren’t included.” He shakes his head, shoves his glasses back on, and takes a step back. “Do you…what? Think I fucked him so he'd rubber-stamp me? That's,” he makes a face, “crass.”
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Or, a series of canon-compliant missing scenes where Jack questions the nature of Will and Hannibal’s relationship throughout canon (and beyond), but it doesn’t change a damn thing. Inspired by an interview with Scott Thompson (Jimmy Price), where he asked, “How did nobody ask what the fuck was going on with the homoerotic tension between Hannibal and Will? Not even Jack?”