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Like, this is just, amazing!

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I donât know how to gauge who I am any more.Â
Inspired by @crossroadscastielâs fic hereÂ
Adamantine and Unyielding [alpha Will/omega Hannibal; underage; explicit]
The boy laughs, and pulls another strip of meat from a bag at his side. He wraps it around a cloth ball, then throws it as far as he can into the woods, the Cerberus bounding after it.
A human playing fetch with the great dog. Curious, indeed.
âHe likes you,â Will says, calling out from the trees. The boy doesnât startle, merely turns his head, and oh, how Will wants. High cheekbones; a prominent jaw; eyes that rival Midas' gold. âWhat is your name, boy?â
âPerhaps I am Faust,â he replies, a small smile playing across his face, sharp fangs within his mouth. âAssuming you are Mephistopheles, that is.â
Will has acted as Hades for hundreds of years, but never once has he claimed a Persephone of his own. Hannibal, however, may prove to be a fruit impossible not to taste.
for @hannigram-a-b-o-libraryâs #Summertime Slick and @cannibalcuisine / @feyestwordsâs #BottomHannibalDay
Finally! Finally they were in bed. And Will was nervous but all damn heart eyes, he couldnât even help it. Sure they should be sleeping, but⌠maybe he should wake Hannibal with a kiss? They were battered and broken from the fall but when Hannibal moaned in his sleep âmmmmâŚ. Will⌠fuck meâŚâ Will wanted nothing more than to bury himself over and over in Hannibalâs ass until there could be no doubt exactly what the man did to him. And how he would fall over a cliff every day with him if he had to (though preferably not).
My entry for #BottomHannibalDay
*fg*
Anyway, here is a little slice of life, more PWP with an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bit of story around it, featuring yours only, a boring exhibition visit, some teasing and use of something thatâs... oh well.^^
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Heâs watching me watching him, tying the paisley tie with slow, deliberate movements, fingers gliding. He does it on purpose of course, this show in front of our bedroom mirror, knowing I find it riveting.
Itâs not the cloth of course, nor even the act of hiding whatâs underneath.
Itâs the deliberate teasing of my impulse to strangle the living daylights out of him. Often.
He knows about my fantasies by now, knows how I ⌠dreamed about killing him once upon a time.
With my hands.
....
Read the whole story here
(Using the official gif because itâs perfect!)
@feyestwords
@cannibalcuisine
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The Perfect Host
(For the Bottom Hannibal event @feyestwords @cannibalcuisine )
Will wondered if it was too soon to wear the salmon colored button-down again.
He tried to remember. He had worn it recently. Maybe two dinners ago? It was his favorite fall-back because it was one of the few things he owned that was comfortable and looked nice on him. A welcome pop of color in his otherwise drab wardrobe.
He decided it was not too soon and put it on as he got ready for another dinner with Hannibal Lecter.
Willâs careful grooming was part offense, part defense. When he was done donning his armor, he felt more prepared to meet whatever was waiting for him behind those impressive oak doors. He almost convinced himself this was a character he was slipping into.
Almost.
He arrived on time, a bottle of wine in his hands. As had become his custom, he walked right in without bothering to knock.
The lights inside Hannibalâs house were dimmer than usual, which was saying something. The lights in the kitchenâwhere Will would usually find Hannibal putting the finishing touches on dinner in his immaculate white apronâwere off entirely.
âHello?â Will called. He was sure he didnât have the wrong date or time. He started to feel the creeping beginnings of unease as he walked into the dining room, which was lit with only guttering candles.
There was a spread waiting for him on the table.
Will felt his heart lurch. It was a tableaux to be sure. The candles were not in the center of the table but at the head of the table, at the corners farthest away from the doorway. Instead of a smooth cloth, there was a mass of fabric bunched and swathed, nearly dynamic in its arrangement with the candlelight flickering off of it.
In the center of this fabric nest was the body of Hannibal Lecter, wearing nothing but discreetly draped fabric.
Will rushed over to the side of the table to get a better look at the still form. Already his internal train of thought split down two tracks: one panicked, the other observing. He looked for blood, for injuries, his eyes darting madly over exposed skin.
âTalk to me,â he said to scene before him. âShow me your design.â
Hannibalâs eyes opened languidly.
âWill.â
hehe, some stupid badge designs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary âDo you get off on that? The idea of having a dangerous boyfriend. Some crazy jealous guy ready to pick a fight with any man who dares so much as look at you.â âYou make it sound as if we were speaking in the abstract,â Hannibal strained into the touch. âJealousy is near inevitable in the face of a perceived threat. What if he touched me, Will? If he saw me like this?â Will finds himself emphasizing with the misogynistic killer behind the paper doll murders. Hannibal is curious how far he can push him. Words: 7411, Chapters: 1/1, Part 2 of the Paper Doll series. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Relationship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Alternate Season/Series 01, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Feminization, Possessive Will, Jealousy, Rimming, Anal Sex, Bottom Hannibal, Top Will
I was informed today is #BottomHannibalDay, which is definitely an event Iâd like to support! So I decided to finish this sequel thing Iâve been working on. Thanks @feyestwords and @cannibalcuisine for initiating this, itâs such a fun and creative way to combat the homophobic discourse occasionally surrounding Hannibal as a character.