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like HELLO???????? what the FUCK?????? this now. lives in my head rent fucking FREE like........... the sheer drama of it all.....,.,,, the betrayal.,.,.,,.,.. the VULNERABILITY,,.,..,,.,.,,..,,,., i’m gonna have to write this aren’t i. like. literally CANNOT get it out of my system

JAY FUCK ok ok ok i think about this every day of my life because. there are so many potential branches that could’ve been spurred from a mizumono kiss. if it was premeditated on hannibal’s part, we have a situation like chiyoh in s3 - he’s using seduction to take will’s guard down before he stabs him, and that would be a parallel of what will was doing all of s2!

but here’s the one that really deals psychic damage. if it wasn’t planned, it means that in the heat of the moment while soaked in blood and rain and both of them feeling more betrayed than they could imagine, their dams would break. i imagine specifically for hannibal that would’ve been the straw that broke the camels back - having exactly what he’d wanted for his entire life in his hands, he wouldn’t be able to resist because they’re both so clouded by grief. 

the rawness of a gentle, tear-ridden kiss while they’re both too shattered with heartbreak to repress any longer, and then will being gutted before they pull away because hannibal KNOWS if he doesn’t do it then he won’t be able to.

and that would fit in with the rest of s3 as well - hannibal’s misery and self-destructiveness in florence because hes tortured with how much he wants to go back to that moment in the kitchen. will’s confusion waking up and seeing abigail as a manifestation of his need for hannibal, telling jack that yes, he did want to run away with him, sailing all the way to italy with a grin on his face like a gothic heroine. hes searching after a lost lover, and when he finds him in bedelia’s arms, will is DRENCHED in bloodlust. 

Thank you very much!

(ID - a digital doodle of a base figure with a evil smile, they’re standing with one hand held up with a floating orb, and one holding a evil stick to their side. Drawn onto them is a blue long sleeved striped shirt, dark grey pants that are soaking wet at the cuffs, and silver jewelry. Their evil orb has blue waves in it, and their evil stick has water dripping from the tip. End ID)

hi! so this accidentally ran very long my apologies erljgbek im gonna put it under the cut thanks for this i had sm fun!

send me a mini fic prompt !!

20: things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

In my publications of the cases I undertake with Sherlock Holmes, I often speak of the long nights that regularly come with the process of detecting and identifying some criminal or the other. I do not exaggerate the frequency of these lengthy twilight vigils - if anything I underreport them - and I had by the time of this recollection been well accustomed to the uncomfortably cold circumstances of a night in which I resigned myself to crouching in some stable or alleyway that smelled of every unholy thing in the world put together. In those early days before he had become the household name he was now, many of our nights had been spent in this fashion.

skdjskdjsd i swear this only appeared in my inbox like 5 minutes ago but it’s 5pm here

*drops this into ur box like it’s elementary school*