Pattern Break by ThisBeautifulDrowning Will knew what had happened. He knew exactly how Abigail's ear had gotten into him, who had shoved it down his throat. He also knew that trying to indicate Hannibal as a killer again was futile. Jack seemed to want to believe him, going by the conversation in the BSHCI's visitor hall, but Jack needed something concrete, evidence. Hannibal had eluded capture for so long, he wasn't going to start leaving fingerprints or hairs at his crime scenes now. No, Will was going to deal with Hannibal Lecter on his own terms. The man deserved to reap what he'd so carefully sowed, didn't he? He deserved to experience what he'd coaxed forth from the bottom of Will's soul, to see the result of his machinations. --- After his release from the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Will doesn't return to work for the FBI.

Jack’s Not Gonna Like This by ForbiddenInterests Former cop–present Quantico teacher–active special agent–currently undercover Will Graham lost all sanity the moment his words–the ones he's always cherished in his low points–were spoken to him from the mouth of the Chesapeake Mafia's leader in an underground facility, while held to a wall in chains, and with growing bruises all over his body pulsing red hot pain through his already demolished psyche.

The Back Foot by spqr When Hannibal finds out that the hooker he’s spent the last month romancing up and down the isle of Manhattan is also the author of the NYT’s monthly Dark Minds column, he reacts much the same way Will expects a normal man would react upon finding out his new girlfriend could deep throat.

Quicksilver by Weconqueratdawn Will is a 19 year old, genderfluid psychology student, who meets Hannibal for a paper he’s writing. Hannibal has no chill whatsoever. A fic which happened because of a conversation I had with theseavoices, who has made some incredible art to go alongside this. I blame her :)  At the sound of the door opening, Will looked up and his eyes briefly flicked over Hannibal's form in the doorway before he stood up. Distantly, Hannibal noted that it had been some time since he’d been this wrong-footed, and took a moment to appreciate that fact. Perhaps he had got into the bad habit of assuming he couldn't be surprised anymore.  “Dr Lecter? I'm Will Graham.” Will extended his hand to shake Hannibal's, his palm warm and soft and sure. “Thank you again for agreeing to meet with me.”      +Quicksilver Timestamps.