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Hannibal likes to leave romantic quotes for Will every single morning.
Today is no exception.
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- Part 14 of Hannigram Prompts
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They stood close in the slant of the afternoon, and Will had the brief and total and not unwelcome sense of standing before a glass that gave him back everything but his own face.
He'd only come for the cattle.
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A scout tracks stolen cattle onto the wrong man's ranch. The rancher cuts him loose, feeds him supper, and asks him to stay. Will Graham, who should know better, stays.
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21 Jun 2026
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qnsolutely fucking fascinating. what a charismatic world youve created op 1
phenomenal as usual 2
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Their lives look remarkably different since going over that cliffside.
A different location, different pastimes. Certainly a different relationship dynamic than the deadly cat-and-mouse game they had long ago established in Washington.
Then again, some things never change.
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after will is released from prison, he begins to acknowledge himself donning achilles's armor.
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“You didn’t even flinch,” Will added. “When you touched her. Or when you touched me after.”
Hannibal lowered his voice. “I was not conflicted.”
“No,” The man agreed. “You were focused.”
Their breath mingled. They both could feel the tension.
“On the body?” Will asked.
Hannibal smiled faintly. “On the outcome.”
“And this,” Will said, gesturing between them, “is part of it?”
Hannibal didn’t answer with words.
Instead he leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving Will an opportunity to pull away.or
Hannibal and Will being murder husbands and getting a bloody make out session.
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01 Jul 2026
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"They were as frightened of each other as they were in love.
Neither of them ever said it. They pretended they didn’t need to. They sat across from each other in therapy, of all places, dissecting their lives with clinical precision, and somehow it worked. Sessions ended, days passed, routines settled in. Everything looked normal enough. And that was what they wanted most. Normalcy.
As if wanting it hard enough could make it real.
But normal was a fragile illusion. What could possibly be normal about sharing a bed with your patient, your former friend, the man assigned to investigate a killer who happened to be you? What was normal about the arrests, the lies, the illness hidden behind concern and control? They lived in the aftermath of manipulation and betrayal, stepping carefully around truths sharp enough to draw blood if spoken aloud.
They fell asleep side by side. Choosing, again and again, not to pull away. Love existed in the quiet compromises, in what they refused to say, in the way fear never quite outweighed the need to stay."ok. this fic means something very special to me. that passage where the vulneravility of being seen and seeing makes them fearful and so they turn to a twisted and satirical performance of "normalcy" to cope??? thats incredibly writing. but then they admit to their hurts and angers FOR EACH OTHER. the unique empathy found solely between a romantic embrace. and so they get rid of the problem, TOGETHER. and then will checks in again and again and hannibal assures that he's good, he's well, he's happy, and wills happy and they LOVE AND THEYRE HAPPY AND THEYRE HAPPILY IN LOVE!!!!!!!!!! wonderful.