days of the week
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Hannibal chews his own bite, more blueberry than actual pancake on the end of his fork. He swallows before he speaks. “You say that like it’s not a gift to me,” his voice is very quiet but he keeps his eyes so soft that the words feel even more silent. “Be a good boy and finish your breakfast.”
Will is pink still, painted high and low when Hannibal adds in a second later, just under his breath, “don’t make daddy ask again.”
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- Part 1 of days of the week
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"Camping?" Will asks, eyes wide.
"Camping," Hannibal answers and stacks a box atop another.
"I—" Will starts and the words just won't come at all. Hannibal raises a brow but goes back to his work, opening the truck at the bay. The sound of the metal makes the younger stumble over the start of his very next words. "Yeah, you know what? I'm not even going to ask," and finally his thoughts catch up to his movements. "Wait," he steps closer to the back of the truck, looking in, "do you even know how to camp?"
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- Part 2 of days of the week
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"I think it's the new sheets," the younger comments and steps into the kitchen, stopping just at the island, fingers touching the rounded corner. The satin robe hangs from the corners of his elbows. It's so fucking endearing. "They eat me. I can never get out."
There's a glint of mirth in the older's eyes, even more so in his words. "Do they now? I know something else that would like to eat you."
"Something or someone?" Will answers, watching as a spiral of chocolate falls from the edge of the spoon and back into the pot.
The older smiles, lifts a shoulder in invitation. "Both. Come here. Do you know what today is?"
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- Part 3 of days of the week
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There's still lights from Christmas strung along the walls of the modest (locals-only!) bar. Will's there of course. And so is a large six foot, seven-and-a-half statue of Santa Claus donning Ray Ban sunglasses, a pair of false lashes, and three Amsterdamsche FC red and white scarves, wrapped tight around the old Saint's belly.
The doctor doesn't say anything at first, instead just stands to the agent's left and rests his gloves on the wood of the bar, just at his right.
Will turns his face over, his left cheek pressed against the cool walnut. "How'd you find me?"
Hannibal looks mildly amused, nudges the stool closest to him back with the edge of his heel. "Thirteen TouchTunes charges on a Wednesday afternoon. American Express claims fraud but I assured the representative of their validity before they could turn off your charging access."
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- Part 4 of days of the week
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love story (thursday's version) by whispered for laurelandlye, NPunch
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
11 Jan 2026
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He hadn't been little in a week.
“So new for both of us then."
"As I feel all things with us are." The doctor's not looking at him anymore, just watching as the barista works up the endless line of drinks. He's not one for anything but at-home coffee himself but he can appreciate the art.
His hand is almost ready to take his own drink. "But Dublin in January?"
Hannibal takes the cup first, arm much too long and his mind already ran off with a brilliant new idea of its own. "Uh-uh." He holds the container close to his chest, where it rests against the posh red fibers of his looped-around scarf, the one Sinterklaas got him. "Potty first."
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- Part 5 of days of the week
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big bite friday by whispered for wandering_omen, ObiWanKenobiObsessed
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
18 Jan 2026
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"So he still doesn't last long, does he?" A meal he's rather looking forward to devouring.
"Long enough." He's smiling, moves across the room and clears the distance until he's a foot's length apart. When he towers above her, his smile stretches further. "You asked me once if it was important that he take something from you." He says it even though they already both know the answer he never gave all those years back, when that word was never even out of the fucking cardboard box: "It is, Bedelia. It is."
The dip between her breasts matches the crescent fall in her face. "You could have starved him, Will Graham, but you kept wanting to play, didn't you? You couldn't stop."
She looks more dismantled than drugged but it's erratic, all over the place, like she's struggling with suffering and how to allow herself the grace to even do it in the first place. "What else will your curiosity take from the world?"
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- Part 6 of days of the week
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a pretty, perfect saturday by whispered for thelinus, oraboros, ObiWanKenobiObsessed
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
22 Feb 2026
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"You usually don't bring it up yourself." He's turned now, facing inwards, sunshine breaking through the glass and dancing down his back. "Not that I'm complaining."
Will looks a little miffed, as if he's confused why his daddy isn't holding him already, but he just shrugs his shoulders and lets his fingers squeeze a little harder around Olive's front paw.
When he says, "just feeling like this," he realizes he really wishes he had his fingers in his mouth. "Is that okay for today?"
Hannibal doesn't bother clicking the stove off. Things are fine to simmer. "Of course." His palms are open, pressed against the sides of his white linen apron. Perhaps later they will cook together, he thinks, him and his little boy. "Go do your potty and daddy will meet you in the bedroom in just a few, sweetheart."
series complete.
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- Part 7 of days of the week