#kaisergram

character who is literally me, for real x character that I'm in love with

Lets say one involves hannibal wearing lingerie

Forget Me Not (Kaisergram) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Kaisergram - Will Graham/Duncan Vizla/The Black Kaiser (Polar) // Tagged: AU, Amnesiac Duncan, Barista Will, reunions, enemies to lovers, coffee shop AU, confessions, implied abusive childhood, implied homophobia, anal sex, make up sex (kinda), this is Hallmark amnesia not a real or accurate portrayal of amnesia. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Duncan returns to Triple Oak with no idea who he is, and worse, he can't remember who Will is either.

Prompt from naanie (though I took some liberties...): amnesiac writer meets a childhood foe at the coffeeshop but rivals to lovers. for preferred pairing I'd love Duncan Viszla as the amnesiac writer; I'm agnostic as to who Duncan is paired with.

Forget Me Not (5k words):

Will drew back the curtains on the bright winter’s day and sighed. 

It looked like a Christmas card, or perhaps he was in the opening scene of a Hallmark movie - he hoped not. All Will knew was that it was the first day of the Christmas shopping season, and the coffeeshop was going to be a small slice of hell. 

A juxtaposition to the sight outside his bedroom window. The snow had settled thick and then sun reflected off it in a way that made his eyes hurt. A picture perfect day, quiet and serene. 

Will dragged himself to the shower and got ready for the day. 

*

Duncan Vizla had been back in town for a week. Though back wasn’t quite the right word. Despite the sense of familiarity with the small town and the cabin that had apparently once belonged to his dad, he didn’t remember it. There were occasional flashes of what he believed were memories but were hard to distinguish from dreams. Not enough to piece together in a meaningful way, but it did feel more familiar than anywhere else. 

It also felt very lonely. 

The cabin was out of town, a short drive but a long walk. It felt so far away from anything, which didn’t feel wrong in some ways. Perhaps he was more of a solitary person? That felt right. But for the last two months he had been living in appointed housing, along with many others in need, whilst the authorities tried to track any family. Before that he’d been in a coma for what felt like a blink of an eye, but his body told him was many months. 

Despite spending much of his time in the housing in his room, he had grown accustomed to the noise of people and life happening around him. 

He didn’t know anything about what came before his coma. And had it not been for the ID in his wallet allowing the authorities to find that he owned the cabin that his dad had left him, he’d have still been living in the housing as a John Doe. 

The cabin was quiet and felt empty. He couldn’t remember his family, but he felt the loss of something in the rooms of the place. Feeling the echoes of memories he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Duncan checked the time. It was still early, but hopefully something was open in the town. He would take a book and find somewhere to sit and read so that he didn’t feel quite so alone. So silent. 

hannibal's older brother duncan vizla who saves hannibal lecter & will graham after the latter throws them off from the cliff. duncan vizla who tends to their wounds, and will, the youngest, recovers faster than hannibal.

will who helps hannibal shave, hannibal's neck bared to him, underneath the glint of the silver blade, like a goat to a sacrifice, to an unholy god.

duncan's eyes that never stay put in one place, who watches will's hands as he shaves hannibal. duncan doesn't know if it's mere concern for his brother or something else.

will who's mind wanders, thoughts creeping within the bone arena of his skull, a place residing in it now, for the things he loves. his hands holding the blade, so close to the pulsing artery of the good doctor, his actions being assessed by an assassin.

will graham who's affection now comes with teeth. who knows how easy, how quick, and how intimate it would be to slide the blade across hannibal's bared neck, for the blood to splatter, for his heart to stop.

Duncan & Will staying in ❄️

Duncan: *comes home with dog*