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Summary: After Hannibal leaves, Will is left to cope on his own, thinking he would never come back
Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, bad coping, bad communication
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Part 2/2 (Part 1/2 here)
When Hannibal opened the front door, the staggering silence felt like a bad omen. For a second, before adjusting his gaze to the dim light, he feared Will might have packed his bags and left for good, right after exiling him from their home.
Their home.
The thought vanished when his gaze fell on a silhouette laying still on the floor, just like a dead body.
Hannibal knelt next to him and quickly placed to fingers on his neck, right on the faintly defined artery. When he felt his pulse, tiny beats filled with life, relief flooded his muscles and he felt himself relax. The next thing he picked up was the stale whiskey scent.
His hand caressed Will's cheek lovingly.
"Will," he called his name softly, "Will, are you with me, my love?"
Will didn't seem to respond. Hannibal did the next logical thing he could think of and lifted him up, just like he did that night, years ago, when he had carried Will through snow, far from the Verger estate.
Right before Will had told him that he never wanted to see him again or think about him anymore.
A very similar declaration to what had been said earlier that night. He stared at Will's peaceful face as he carried him to their bedroom. So vulnerable.
Leave.
"I'm afraid you will have to put up with me a little bit longer," Hannibal said after laying him on his side of the bed. "I refuse to leave."
He tried to banish the memories of that night in one of the forgotten rooms of his memory palace. He and Will would never part ways that way again.
He would never let Will reject him again. Especially after they had fought the dragon together. Especially when Will's bloodlust was coming to the surface and needed Hannibal's guidance. Especially when their feelings for each other were slowly and beautifully blooming like snowdrops through the blizzard in March.
Hannibal sat on the wooden floor, resting his back against the bed, right next to where Will was laying unconsciously. He wouldn't move an inch from there.
For what felt like an eternity, Will hardly made any movement other than breathing heavily at times. He would have to deal with the worst hangover in his life, Hannibal thought.
He smiled. He would be there. He would even hold his head while throwing up if that was the case. He would brush away his sweaty curls that would stick to his forehead.
When Will started murmuring something unintelligible, Hannibal got up and climbed on the other side of the bed, getting closer to him.
"Will?"
His hand was on his forehead, more like a gesture of affection than a medical one. Will made the biggest effort to open his eyes. After spotting Hannibal his lids shut again.
"You're here."
"Where else would I be?"
"Killing spree," he murmured, "Aspirin."
"I was indeed close to raising hell in the village," he confessed as he grabbed a pill container from his nightstand and helped Will sit up. His arm rested on the small of his back protectively.
"Because I got mad?"
"Because you told me to leave."
Will swallowed the pill and leaned back against the bedframe. Hannibal didn't remove his arms and gave him a quick reassuring squeeze.
"I told you to leave because you wouldn't listen. I only tried to stop you because I didn't want you to die. I wanted you to come back home. To me."
Hannibal remained quiet as Will's words sank in.
"You had never mentioned that once during our argument. Funnily enough, it might have been the only type of reasoning that would have stopped me."
"I don't..." Will sighed, "I don't know how to say certain things without sounding pathetic. And I didn't want you to feel like I am underestimating you. It might have as well worked as reverse psychology and you would have left only to prove me you would come back."
"While that is indeed in my character," Hannibal admitted slightly amused, "Your anxiety, especially after what we've been through is not something I want to abuse right now. No, not your anxiety - your fear of being left alone. Do you know why that is, Will?"
"I'm in an alcoholic coma as we are talking, that better be a rhetorical question."
"Because I share the exact same fear. When I returned I was afraid you had made up your mind to leave."
Will huffed. "That's stupid."
"Getting black-out drunk is for sure a less stupid alternative."
"I really believed you would die on your own and never return."
"I promise that that will never be the case. Come here." He said and guided Will into nestling against his body.
"There is a chance I will puke on you," Will warned him but complied and rested his head on Hannibal's chest, with his arm still wrapped around his middle.
"I have mentally prepared myself for that while you were in a state of unconsciousness," he said and kissed the top of Will's head. "Ah. This might swell."
"What?"
"You got yourself a gorgeous bump, probably as a consequence of you falling. Some ice should be in order."
"Don't you dare move. I want to go back to sleep."
"You need to hydrate yourself."
"I did while you were gone."
"Whiskey does not count."
"It's your fault for that. I had to cope somehow."
"We certainly need to go over mindfulness techniques."
"Or you can just listen to me when I tell you not to do things."
"What's the beauty in that?"
"Fuck off."
"I love you."
Short. Simple. Genuine.
Will's eyes were suddenly opened. He didn't move. He didn't dare to look at him nor did he have the energy to lift his head.
"My cognitive functions might not be in great shape but you have never said that to me before, have you?"
"No, I have not. But I have felt and thought about it for a long time. That much you know."
"I do," Will approved as he made himself more comfortable against him. "I love you too. If you ever put me through that again, I swear that I won't be the one laying lifelessly on the floor."
"A challenge," Hannibal said enthusiastically, especially after Will had reciprocated his love. "I am intrigued."
"You have no idea."
"I am messing with you. I shouldn't. You've been through enough tonight. Let me take care of you, at least."
Well okay not as a necklace but as a bracelet that says Tonny maybe? (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) even if I say pretty please? Besides, if your son has made things for you then you'd better wear it, don't break his little heart :(
..........fine. i won't "break his little heart" but i'll ONLY wear it to school functions and shit like that. ugh. you people are so fuckin demanding. jesus christ haven't you read the fuckin tat on the back of my neck? gimme a li'l!
Nothing wrong with being lonely, just saying¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you're really something though did you know? Acting all tough which to your credit you are in ways but on the other hand it makes reading you emotionally easier-
I'm gonna take your invitation seriously and menace you to the point of annoyance anyway>:3
Well people get curious if you bring it up accidentally(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) not going to tell anyone though, don't worry. (Unless I want to blackmail you for food.....)
"not very good friend freud" yeah he's dead bub, hate to break it to ya but i killed him. i got sick of that old bastard's shit (i'm joking, but i fuckin WISH i'd killed that old fart)
ok look. i did. but i don't want the fuckin feds comin agter me with a murder-charge on my shoulders, ok? i was provoked. i guess i could say it was outta fuckin self-defense or some shit, because in a way it was. i'd had enough of his fuckin shit and i decided he didn't deserve to live anymore because he did nothin but hurt those closest to him, like me. ok sorry im fuckin ranting again i gotta stop so the cops dont find me.
Well I mean he had it coming, then...I don't want you trapped in jail, though. Who would I annoy with bull pics then?:( you didn't do it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
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One order of fries comin up! And a hug. I fuckin love hugs. It might end up as snuggling, just warnin ya. Im fuckin touch-starved iykwim. And yes ill go beat their ass. But only if I get an e-clear or whatever the fuck theyre called in return.
Hannibal as Niall's and Ruben's therapist. Neither Niall or Ruben know the other is seeing the same therapist. Niall is there willingly. Ruben by court order as a part of his parole.
Hannibal thinks they are rather boring clients at first. An anxious closeted homosexual. An angry closeted bisexual. Both suffering from toxic masculinity and struggling to find their feet in the world. Ruben's rage is a little interesting, but other than that, niether men fascinate Hannibal like some of his other more murderous clients do.
And then Niall and Ruben start talking about each other. Their love and resentment for each other. How they feel addicted to each other. How their relationship is marked by sexual violence and mental/emotional humiliation. That Ruben's assault on Niall are rooted in masculine shame and lust, and Niall endures by both fearing and lusting after Ruben.
That Ruben recreated the violence his dad did to him on Niall.
It then becomes Hannibal's goal to get these men to confess their love, fuck, and kill each other in a tragic way.
He'd probably sew their corpses together so they can be one man together.
I love Hannibal loving Will as not a man but a disease. The rot claiming his mind and spreading slowly through his body. Traces of a knife's edge, little bits of nerve damage, pain that comes with simple movement - the taking apart and agonisingly slow grinding away of his ego
Willfully pressing his palm onto the hot stove and obliterating his hand in the process because better that heat than no meaningful warmth at all
A Hannibal that can't help but worship him for brutalising what's left of him
NEW hugh pic oh my god…sometimes babygirl is a 50 year old man. LOOK AT HIM !!!!! beautiful beautiful beautiful im going to squish his cheeks and eat him. he looks so fucking cute i need him
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Well okay not as a necklace but as a bracelet that says Tonny maybe? (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) even if I say pretty please? Besides, if your son has made things for you then you'd better wear it, don't break his little heart :(
..........fine. i won't "break his little heart" but i'll ONLY wear it to school functions and shit like that. ugh. you people are so fuckin demanding. jesus christ haven't you read the fuckin tat on the back of my neck? gimme a li'l!
Nothing wrong with being lonely, just saying¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you're really something though did you know? Acting all tough which to your credit you are in ways but on the other hand it makes reading you emotionally easier-
I'm gonna take your invitation seriously and menace you to the point of annoyance anyway>:3
Well people get curious if you bring it up accidentally(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) not going to tell anyone though, don't worry. (Unless I want to blackmail you for food.....)
"not very good friend freud" yeah he's dead bub, hate to break it to ya but i killed him. i got sick of that old bastard's shit (i'm joking, but i fuckin WISH i'd killed that old fart)
ok look. i did. but i don't want the fuckin feds comin agter me with a murder-charge on my shoulders, ok? i was provoked. i guess i could say it was outta fuckin self-defense or some shit, because in a way it was. i'd had enough of his fuckin shit and i decided he didn't deserve to live anymore because he did nothin but hurt those closest to him, like me. ok sorry im fuckin ranting again i gotta stop so the cops dont find me.
Well I mean he had it coming, then...I don't want you trapped in jail, though. Who would I annoy with bull pics then?:( you didn't do it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
So...you know how the old kidney isn't removed in a transplant?
Now imagine a condition after fall where either Will or Hannibal requires a transplant and the other is suitable and willing to donate. Both so thrilled because it means carrying a part of their beloved inside...a vital part that purifies their blood.
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