#post-wotl

"Eromenos/Erastes" by Epsilon Sagittarii

It is literally my favorite s4/post-fall fic. It was everything to me on first read, and ever reread cements it.

Albeit I was scared by the lack of like indication tags, but I was so pleasantly surprised

Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it. Read it.

Final chapter, whelp! Thanks for all the support and hope you all like it!  

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

*

They walked back to the cabin together. Hannibal barely noticed the landscape change from lake to woods to the clearing where the cabin stood. The sun, the wind, even the earth beneath their feet was insubstantial. There was only Will - the flush which stubbornly remained across his cheeks, the bites and bruises at his neck, and the occasional touch of his fingers on the back of Hannibal’s hand. They had said nothing since they left the tree; only stared at each other, wordless, and walked on.

Bramble was waiting in her bed. Her tail thumped happily against the floor when they went inside. Hardly half an hour had passed since Will had ordered her home. He smiled and petted her, filled her bowl with food, then tugged off his clothes and climbed into bed. Hannibal followed automatically.

Later, he had a shadowy recollection of repeating I love you, I love you into Will’s mouth, and of Will’s continual reply: I know, I know.

After that, they slept tangled around each other, like animals trying to keep warm.

All things that will be failed in some aspect or another, but... but the damned will not to - maybe that's enough.

Hmmmn, could this be the RST chapter?? I think perhaps it might! ;) 

Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

*

After that, Will slipped into the water and Bramble had followed with a splash. Hannibal lay back in the sun, eyes closed against the glare. The boat swayed beneath him, in constant and irregular movements which were far from soothing. The sounds of Will’s swim drifted into his thoughts, carried by the ruffled surface of the water. Escape from him was impossible but, even if it had been otherwise, Hannibal would not have chosen it. For Will had almost allowed his longing out, into the open, and Hannibal was determined to meet it again.

Their swim did not last long. Hannibal knew from experience the water was still icy cold, in defiance of the unseasonal sun. The boat rocked when Will climbed back onboard. He moved around the deck with the self-consciousness of someone who knew they were being watched. Bramble did not reappear. Hannibal judged from Will’s regular scans of the shore that she had swum back to the shade of the trees.

They didn’t speak and Will only met his eyes once, by accident, when his attention had been caught by Hannibal removing his shirt. Hannibal looked silently back at him, threw it aside, and lay back down to bathe in the sun’s warmth. Will kept to the other end of the boat, occupying himself with minor tasks. He didn’t replace his T-shirt or make an attempt to cover up his scar by other means.

When Will announced he was going back up to the cabin, Hannibal made a snap decision. At Will’s request, he had asked, had spoken - but it still hadn’t been enough to tip the scales. Perhaps showing him would do what his words hadn’t yet managed to achieve. 

More rustic cabin UST!! Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

*

By noon, the temperature had risen so much that Hannibal packaged up some sandwiches and went to join Will by the lake. They were rich, simple and earthy - remnants of their last joint of venison, thinly sliced with a generous helping of a spiced apple chutney.

When Hannibal arrived, Will was poking around under the controls in the cockpit, screwdriver held in his mouth. Hannibal climbed aboard and Bramble trotted up onto the jetty, tail wagging, looking hopefully at his parcels. Will gave her a nod of permission and she jumped onto the deck.

“I brought lunch,” Hannibal said. “I thought it would be nice to eat out here.”

“You’ll be bored of it soon enough.” Will sat on the bench beside him and ripped open his parcel.

“You’re determined I’m going to have a terrible time onboard,” Hannibal said. “Maybe you hope I’ll get seasick.”

More rustic cabin UST!! Sequel to Waiting for Winter and tags are for the entire thing. Updating every Sunday.

Thanks to @wraithsonwingsposts for beta and @fragile-teacup @thisismydesignhannibal for encouragement/requests to be tagged <3

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hannibal/Will Tags: Post-fall, cabin fic, pining, eventual RST, withholding!Will, domestic, amnesia, angst and feels, declarations of love, first time, rough sex, outdoor sex Summary: Now fully recovered, Hannibal and Will continue to hide out in Will’s cabin. As winter passes, they start to plan for their escape. But Hannibal is still waiting for Will to make his final choices, and is growing increasingly impatient.

*

Will’s gaze fell on the unopened book. “I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I / Did, till we loved?” he quoted. “But the real question is, what do we do now?”

“You know what I would do,” Hannibal replied. “What I want. It is you who refuses to be persuaded.”

Will looked at him, long and hard, then surprised Hannibal by bursting out in laughter. “Perhaps you should try asking,” he said, finally. “A simple request, a little risk. It builds trust. You never know, it just might work.”