Prokijk
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Will staggered inside, the door creaking on its hinges like a sigh. Glass crunched under his shoes, shards from the shattered windows scattering like diamonds across the floor, reflecting the faint moonlight that pierced the gloom. The house was a tomb of shadows, furniture upended, walls scarred by the violence of the night. But then, a sound, faint but deliberate, from the bedroom down the hall. Rustling fabric, perhaps, or the soft clink of metal. Someone was there. Will’s body moved of its own accord, propelled by a magnetism he could no longer deny, but doubt gnawed at him like a parasite. What if it wasn’t Hannibal? What if some intruder had stumbled upon the scene? And worse, what if it was? After all this, the betrayals, the manipulations, the fortieth attempt , or was it the fiftieth? to end Hannibal’s life, was Will worthy to face him now? To step into that room and offer… what? A casual greeting? “Hi, sorry I tried to kill you again, let’s run away together and pretend it never happened?” The absurdity twisted in his gut like a knife…
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Ilya leaned in, hovering his lips next to Hollander’s ear, his breath warm against the shell. “No.”
Hollander’s reaction was even better than Ilya had hoped. His eyes flew open, brow pinched with confusion, a mix of shock and frustration etching his features. “What?”
“No. I will not do anything to you in here.” The words were firm, but Ilya was suddenly struck by a fantastic idea, a spark of mischief and desire. “We will go back out there, and sit in our seats, and then go to the party. And then, when you have been waiting all night for it, you will come to my hotel room. And I will maybe do more than suck your dick.”
Shane mesmerized by the shape of Ilya’s mouth, moving smoothly, “When did your English get so good?” He asked, with a smile that reached his eyes.
Ilya huffs, answering, acting cool, “ I read New Yorker Now.”
Shane smiles widening, “really?!”
Ilya rolled his eyes, “No. The New Yorker is boring.”
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- Part 2 of Heated Rivalry
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“There’s something else. Something underneath the three-piece suits and the harpsichord and the ‘feast for the intellect’ routine. I don’t know how to say it without sounding insane, but it’s like…” Will’s voice dropped, raw. “It’s like I’ve known you before. Not in a past-life, woo-woo way. More like I’ve lived an entire lifetime with you already , arguing in some kitchen I’ve never seen, waking up beside you in a bed I don’t own, watching you cut thyme with that same steady hand and knowing exactly how your mouth tastes at four in the morning. And then I blink, and it’s gone, but the echo’s still in my bones.”
The car rolled to a stop at a red light. Silence pulsed between them, thick as blood...
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“Did your mother buy all these pillows?” Ilya asked, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he gestured toward the bed’s overflowing mound.
Shane, lounging against the headboard in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants, rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his mouth. “No, I hired someone… a designer.”
Ilya glanced at Shane, then back to the bed, his eyebrow arching in mock judgment. “You think there is enough?”
Shane’s smile widened, a spark of amusement lighting his eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”
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- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry
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Hannibal’s smile deepened, a knowing glint in his eyes, his hand stilling on Will’s skin as he absorbed the confession, the air thickening with anticipation. “You wish to sleep with your stag,” he said, the words a velvet purr, direct yet laced with amusement and affection, transforming the audacious request into something intimate, inevitable…
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Will laughed, a genuine, throaty sound that mingled with the ocean’s roar, his eyes sparkling with affection and a hint of wicked intent. He set his glass aside and rolled onto his side, facing Hannibal fully, his body language an open invitation, seductive in its vulnerability, the way his shirt rode up to expose a sliver of hip. “Oh, it’s you, alright. Always you. But if we’re talking flames, you’re the one fanning them, strutting back from the bar like some debonair devil in cream linen. Makes a man forget the sand in his toes and remember… other sensations.” He winked, the sass evident in the arch of his brow, but his voice softened, laced with the depth of their bond. “Ten years, Hannibal. And I still can’t look at you without feeling like that cliff all over again, terrifying, exhilarating, inevitable.”
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Happy 10 years since the finale ,
the show ended, the fandom absolutely did not. Still alive, still feral, still waiting for dinner.🥳♥️- Language:
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13 Dec 2025
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Lives rent free in my head all day and night. 😭♥️
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Hannibal held him from behind, his larger frame a protective cocoon, their bodies aligned in perfect symmetry, skin to skin, where the heat of their connection lingered like the embers of a dying star, pulsing with residual fire...
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- Part 2 of Inspired by Bones and All
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Bookmarked by Prokijk
02 Dec 2025
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I keep coming back to this, it’s kinda my comfort spot now.😭♥️
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Beverly leaned in, her whisper loud and teasing. “Will, you’re staring like he’s a museum exhibit. What’s got you so enchanted? The jawline? The ‘I could grace a magazine cover’ vibe? Or that sexy accent that could melt glaciers?” Her eyes twinkled, flicking to Hannibal’s back, where his jacket hugged his shoulders with tailored perfection.
Will flinched, his flush intensifying, his head ducking as his curls shielded his eyes. “Bev, quiet,” he whispered, his voice a frantic squeak. “Please. He’ll hear you, and I’ll never recover.” His sneakers scuffed the floor, his fingers twisting in his pockets as he glanced at Hannibal. Hannibal paused to adjust his satchel, his head tilting slightly, catching the whisper with a faint, amused smile. His maroon eyes glinted, his composure as steady as ever, as though he were collecting their words for later contemplation...
Bookmarked by Prokijk
23 Jul 2025
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Wooooooooow 🙀 I totally forgot that I have this fic🤦🏻♀️
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Hannibal closes his eyes and continues in a voice softer and quieter than ever.
“I have been mistaken all these years. I thought our relationship was like Achilles and Patroclus, but you are my ‘Rumi’ .”
Will waited patiently for Hannibal to continue speaking, but Hannibal’s breaths have become longer, heavy and deeper. He has fallen asleep.
Bookmarked by Prokijk
24 Jun 2025
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I love drunk Will😹😹 he is so sweet and stupid ✨ chapter 9
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Hannibal awoke with a gasp, his body convulsing as he coughed, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue, phantom and bitter. Sweat drenched his skin, his silk pajamas clinging to him like a second, suffocating flesh. The room was dark, a cavern of shadows broken only by the occasional flicker of lightning through the curtains, illuminating the familiar contours of his Baltimore bedroom. His bedroom, how?