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Letting It Go by agendercyborg Will doesn't recognize the reality presented to him. The ring on his finger is as foreign as Hannibal and Abigail's affection towards him. A coma and amnesia seems too cliche. What happened to the crime scenes, to the FBI, to his time loss? He was crazy, but not THIS kind of crazy.

you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine by multifandom_fanfic_writer “Hello,” Will said. He wanted to say something else, something to convey his relief at Hannibal being alive, being okay, but he didn’t know what to say. “Hello,” Hannibal responded. His eyes were bright. “You are very beautiful.”

Boon by SleepsWithCoyotes "My horse is hitched to a post closer to Asperger's and autistics than narcissists and sociopaths, but that's not what you want to know.  You want to know how I faked my genetic profile." Jack straightens.  "The Bureau doesn't discriminate along species lines--" "Unless, of course, you lie on your application or tamper with the genetic screening your employment is conditional upon," Will counters, upper lip curling in disdain.  He's not devout, content to be ignored by Others and gods alike, and though he acknowledges the usefulness of the Compact, he considers the monthly tithe too high a price for the boons they receive in return.  He's still going to argue this point with anyone who'll listen, because as little as he likes Others, he appreciates hypocrisy even less.

Looks Like Love by luvkurai When the drink returns to Will’s outstretched hand he finishes it. “I think I’ll go to bed.” Hannibal nods and stands to see him back through the door, obviously with no intention of following. “It is good to see you again, William.” After his sister's wedding, Will kisses his childhood housekeeper (and first love).