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slashyrogue:

I just want to preface this by saying : I’m sorry I ruined your obvious want of a porny situation with my fluff. (though secretly I’m not at all sorry) 

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Will walked into the house carrying two large bags of groceries, surprised that the dogs didn’t run up to greet him or that Hannibal wasn’t there to take the bags. 

He’d grown used to the warm reception, and he knew Hannibal was home despite the house seeming eerily quiet. 

The walk through the living room gave him a perfect view of the sliding door, noticing the dogs were on top of something, noses down deep though whatever it was seemed to be struggling to move. 

He got closer, setting the bags down and smile widening as he realized just what it was they were so excited to be attacking. 

Hannibal’s suit was distinctive, the red checkered one of Will’s favorites that he’d told his husband about often enough that Hannibal had found a tailor to recreate the suit for one of Will’s birthdays. 

Now it was completely ruined and Will couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

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slashyrogue:

I got inspired seeing the latest picture of Mads at almost 2 am last night. This was the result, and I was able to fill a prompt with it so yay!

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Also on ao3: Changes by nightliferogue 

The changes were so few but so significant that Will found
himself overcome at times with the emotions connected to them.

 Hannibal laughed.

 All the time he laughed, long and loud guffaws that never
failed to make Will laugh along with him. He’d make jokes that Will thought
were so lame, puns and dated humor that Will had been sure of before but now
found so endearing he couldn’t help but smile.

 Their first kiss that been after one such joke, though the
humor much darker, and Will couldn’t help but press his lips to Hannibal’s
softly whispering, “You’re the worst.”

 Hannibal shivered at the touch of Will’s hand to the back of
his head, leaned into the touch like he’d been waiting for it, and his murmured
answer, “But you love me anyway,” had Will kissing him again.

 Another change was the suits were saved only for special
occasions.

 Will had thought perhaps Hannibal had been dressing so
casually for other reasons entirely, namely to keep others from recognizing
him, but when a year passed and he wore them only for significant
anniversaries: their first kill, first kiss, first time they said I love you;
he realized Hannibal wasn’t going to dress up for him daily.

 “I’m almost offended,” he teased, walking up behind Hannibal
and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, “Has your need to impress me gone
away that quickly?”

 Hannibal smirked over his shoulder, pressed close but not
moving in to kiss, “Have I been neglecting you? I did make an elaborate tableau
not quite a week ago, if I recall, made entirely of those dog fight owners and
you were very enthusiastic about the display.”

 Will felt himself warm at the memory, the four man display
had been impressive indeed.

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slashyrogue:

So I was inspired by the lovely @shoegazerx ‘s beautiful art work here  to write this. 

Also on ao3 here: Reunion by nightliferogue

Hannibal shivered, pulling the coat up to his neck and
staring off into the sea.

 One year.

 He almost couldn’t believe things had happened as they had:
the escape, the kill, and the fall.

 There were nights where he was almost certain he’d merely
imagined that look in Will’s eyes, those words, “It’s beautiful,” and the
embrace they’d shared. The empty spot beside him always brought reality to the forefront,
there as always, and he let himself dwell.

 His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, the smell of the
sea was overwhelming as he took it in.

 “I didn’t think you’d be here.”

 Hannibal didn’t open his eyes.

 “Where else would I be?”

 Will’s hand came to his and he shivered, clutching hard.
“The water is cold.”

 Hannibal opened his eyes and looked at Will, smiling widely.
“It is.”

 Will’s grip tightened. “I’m sorry.”

 Hannibal shook his head, looking back out at the water. “I
am not.”

 They walked towards the water and felt the water pool around
their ankles. “I am fearful to let go of you again.”

 He felt Will’s lips against his hand. “You don’t have to
this time.”

 Hannibal pulled him close and they embraced, shaking against
each other.

 “Will.”

 “I missed you,” Will said, breath warm against his ear.

 Hannibal pressed his lips to Will’s cheek. “And I you.”

 He pulled back, pressing his hand to Will’s cheek. The blood
was warm, fresh, and Hannibal felt Will’s hand on his back touch the wounds on
his.

 “A hail of bullets,” Will chuckled, “I knew you wouldn’t go
down without a fight.” 

 Hannibal smiled. “A dramatic death has always been in the
cards for us both,” he pressed his fingers came under Will’s chin, “I did not
want to make you wait for very much longer.”

 Will kissed him then, hard and bruising, the taste a victory
he’d never been allowed till now.

 It felt well earned.

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There was someone new in Hannibal’s social circle.

 He had heard talk for weeks of the mysterious Liam, his
ethereal beauty and quick wit, though he always seemed to miss the man by mere
moments.

 ‘Liam? He’s left, you just missed him!’

 ‘I do believe he is around here somewhere.’

 ‘You mean you’ve never met him? Oh you must! I will be sure
to introduce you!’ 

 There was a part of him that was starting to feel snubbed,
though why a man he’d never met before felt the need to do so was strange
indeed.

 Three weeks of talk culminated into a party at Lottie
Maudans, a wealthy socialite that Hannibal was lucky to have met his first week
again abroad though this time he was sure his appearance was unmistakably
other. No one would have known him for Hannibal Lecter: long hair, a short cut
beard, and colored contacts did wonders for a disguise.

 He stood in the middle of Lottie’s ballroom, eyes scanning
the room for the mysterious Liam. The same sycophants were around and he
loathed them all, but beauty and opulence were vices that were hard to give up
regardless of how easy they were to trace.

 “MARKUS!”

 Hannibal turned and spotted the lady herself, Lottie’s eyes
wide with excitement as she scuttled towards him. He allowed a grab of his left
hand as she nearly squealed, “He’s here!”

 He could not help the elevated interest. “Your mysterious
Liam?”

 Lottie nodded, “Come, come!”

 His hand was pulled and he wanted to chop her wrist off for
the indignity, though once he made his way to a very large group who seemed to
surround a man with his back to him Hannibal felt a lot less upset.

 “Liam, this is Markus!”

 Liam turned and Hannibal nearly doubled over, stepping
forward even before the smile lit Will’s face. “Hello.”

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Hannigram and “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” (oh god i already know i’m going to die ajshdkhas i love everything you write btw you’re amazing ♥)

slashyrogue:

Thank you sweetie. It’s not nearly as angsty as it should be. Sorry. lol. I wanted to write this all day and couldn’t think it through so I’m glad it finally came to me. Hope you like. 

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Will had started cleaning.

 Every surface he could find: vacuum, polish, brush, scrub;
Will did them all. Hannibal said nothing, often changing out dirty buckets of
soapy water without request, watching Will on his hands and knees as he
cleansed the small cabin that would be there home till it was shining.

 “Are you  going to
ask?” Will finally queried late one evening as they sat on the same lounge,
Will’s feet tucked into Hannibal’s side.

 Hannibal did not look up from his book, “No.”

 Will sighed, “It’s just a thing that I used to do with my
father when I was a kid, it’s just kind of stuck with me. When I was feeling
not right, not like myself, the cleaning sort of got me out of my head and
helped me focus a little.”

 Hannibal did look up then, setting his book down at once.
“You did not used to do this in Baltimore.”

 Will shrugged, “I was comfortable there in Wolf Trap. When I
moved in with Molly and Walter it was something I did right away and Molly
never asked either, just assumed I liked to clean.”

 Hannibal turned towards Will, moving his knees to Will’s
feet. “You did often there.”

 Will shrugged, “When I wasn’t feeling right,” he reached out
a hand to touch Hannibal’s knee, “Sometimes when I thought too much about where
you were and what you were doing, I once cleaned out the whole garage in a
single day after reading a Tattle Crime article about it being your birthday.”
Hannibal resisted the urge to smile and Will scoffed, “Don’t look so smug, I am
doing it here too. You’re not so special.”

 Hannibal’s hand came over Will’s own on his knee, “I will
not fault you for your needs, Will, I never would want you to be
uncomfortable.”

 Will laughed, “Really?”

 Hannibal looked at him seriously, “Not anymore, never again.
I will let you ease into our shared space because rooms feel more breathable
with you in them.”

 Will blushed, shaking his head, “Christ, I can’t believe you
say things like that,” he turned Hannibal’s hand over and put their palms
together, “I can’t believe it works on me either.”

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slashyrogue:

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I really hope you enjoy it! 

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(d)the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who
both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start. 

Will was gone again. 

Hannibal sipped at his wine, staring at the fire and trying not
to feel the overwhelming fear that overtook him each time Will left the
house. 

Will would come back, he always did after all, since the dogs
were here waiting for him. 

Another sip, and he ran his thumb along the edge of his
glass. 

Not an hour earlier it had been one of many dishes they’d washed
together, silently sharing space and smiling intermittently in between working
through the mess. He could almost feel Will’s breath against the side of his
neck, smell his scent in the air, and the accidental brush of fingers when he
handed Will a dish. 

Hannibal closed his eyes. 

There was a sudden bark from his left and he saw Encephalitis
jump up, running from the room and no doubt being joined by Georgette and
Pixie. He straightened himself and took another sip, trying not to look so
anxious for Will’s return. 

Soft steps and he heard Will’s laughter, wondering which of the
dogs was licking him in greeting. Georgette was very physically affectionate so
Hannibal was quite certain it had to be her. 

“You started without me?” 

Hannibal turned and picked up the empty glass he’d had waiting,
pouring wine as Will sat down on the chair beside him. Their fingers touched
again and he suppressed a shiver, smiling. “Did you have a good
evening?” 

Will stared at him, seeming almost jovial, as he sipped his wine
before setting the glass on the table. “You have something you want to ask
me, Doctor Lecter?” 

Hannibal took a short sip and shook his head. “I was merely
being polite. I have no interest in your nightly activities.” 

Will seemed very intent to stare at him now and he could feel
his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. 

“If you say so,” Will teased, “Though tonight was
particularly fruitful,” he licked his lips. 

Hannibal frowned, downing the rest of his drink. “I am
quite happy that you were successful in your endeavors.” 

Will leaned across the table between them, up on his knees and
seeming to be enjoying this game far too much. “Are you really? You’ve
never asked where I go. Never followed me. Not for months. I kept thinking you
would.” 

Hannibal couldn’t take his eyes off Will, almost wished he
could, but the pure enjoyment in his expression was mesmerizing. Their time
together had not been unhappy by any means, but he’d never seen him quite this
close before. He turned, leaning in a fraction as he confessed, “I did not
wish to intrude.” 

Will stared, “You could’ve. Intruded.” 

Hannibal let out a breath. “Will…” 

Will reached out and clutched his arm tightly. “I walk into
the bar and they’re all over me, you know? A mess of bodies, smashed together,
grinding against each other and I’m in the middle feeling sensations I never
expected to want to feel. And my eyes search the room for you each time,
wondering, hoping, and you disappoint me every single time.” 

Hannibal reached out and touched his cheek, bare skin under his
fingertips, “I am sorry to disappoint your need to have me watch your
conquests, Will.” 

Will frowned, “No, no, that’s…no,” he got up and pulled
tight on Hannibal’s arm making him stand too. They were the closest they had
been before the fall, Will’s breath against his cheek, “No.” 

“Will.” 

“What are we waiting for? I…I wanted to get you jealous, I
wanted to see if I felt a need for them like I feel for you, and I don’t. Going
through the motions, day by day. Please just break us both out of it.” 

Hannibal’s heart quickened in his chest, the dizzy feeling of
euphoria coming over him a rush he had never expected to
feel. “Will.” 

Will touched his cheek and Hannibal trembled, nuzzling against
his palm and feeling like a frightened animal desperate for contact. “I
want you,” Will declared, his hand sliding down Hannibal’s cheek and under his
chin. The hand holding him was steadier than Hannibal felt, strong, and the
determination in Will’s eyes was significant. 

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Show Me by nightliferogue 

slashyrogue:

Missing

Hannibal missed Will.

This thing that lived with him now was not Will, not at all.

This person mimicked Hannibal himself, had fallen into the role with such vigor that it was a sight to behold but painful to see every day.

He watched as the thing that had taken Will from him seemed to revel in the kill, often smeared blood for his benefit with a smile that could cut diamonds.

This pretend Will would joke about killing like it was of no consequence and Hannibal played along though he had not yet given in to the lust in those familiar eyes.

He was content to kill with the fake thing but he would not love it, no matter how often he almost did.

Things changed when they found the dog.

It was by the side of the road bloodied and hurt. He watched a shadow of Will peek out at the sight and immediately lifted the animal into their vehicle. The veterinarian said without their help the dog would for sure have died, and Will carried her to the car.

The ride back was solemn, their planned kill forgotten.

“She’s young, she will need–”

“When she’s better we can take her to a shelter,” the fake person interrupted, his voice hollow.

Hannibal looked back at the sleeping dog, then at the road.

“No.”

The thing turned and Hannibal looked into a flicker of Will Graham.

“No?”

He shook his head and looked back at the road. “I believe there was a reason that–”

The sudden grasp of the steering wheel surprised him and they veered off the road with a screech.

“You don’t get to do this,” the thick anguish in Will’s voice made Hannibal hopeful.

“I know you’ve been hiding behind a persona of someone you think I wish you to be,” he reached out and touched Will’s scarred cheek, “That is not the case.”

Will shook his head and the hard eyed stare of the monster looked back at Hannibal. “I am what you–”

He kissed him softly, barely a touch, and felt Will melt into him. Then Hannibal let go and Will moved in closer, steered the kiss into a deep join of mouths that had left in ache when they parted.

Will touched his cheek now, a grip as much as a caress. “I was the killer you made me.”

Hannibal touched their foreheads and smiled, “I never wanted to make you anything. I only wanted you to be yourself.”

There was a whine from the backseat and they both looked, the dog’s eyes were open. Will broke from him and leaned the seat back, his touch along her flank tender.

“She’ll need a name.”

“I was thinking something that reflected our relationship.”

Will laughed and looked at him fully, his eyes clear for the first time in months. “Crazy?”

Hannibal touched the nape of his neck. “Encephalitis.”

Will shook his head and chuckled before he turned back to Hannibal again. “Seriously?”

Hannibal took his hand and kissed it.

“She brought you out of a fever I let you stay in for far too long. It seems fitting.”

Will righted himself and buckled his safety belt. “Cephie,” he countered, “I refuse to use that name.”

Hannibal’s smile widened.

“Cephie for short then.”

They pulled back onto the road, their night’s plans forgotten. At home they put Encephalitis comfortably on the chaise at the foot of Hannibal’s bed.

“I want to find out who she belonged to,” Will said, his voice hard again.

Hannibal put his arm around him.

“We will.”

Will squeezed his hand and turned to leave, but Hannibal held tight.

“Stay.”

Will licked his lips and the lust there fueled Hannibal’s own.

“Okay.”

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Also on ao3: Happy by nightliferogue 

Every morning they each shared a new thing about the other
that they had not known previously before sharing a bed and a home.

 Today Hannibal’s was, “You chew on your pillow.”

 Will scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled onto his side.
“Liar. I don’t…”

 Hannibal pulled the pillow out from under Will’s head and
held it up, a telltale damp spot hard to miss.

 Will glared. “You grind your teeth.”

 Hannibal frowned, “I do no such thing, Will,” he sat up and
started to turn, “You are now only grasping at…”

 Will grabbed his arm, pulling Hannibal back onto the bed
ungracefully and staring down at him where he lay. “I can record it at night if
you want me to, but you’d probably say it’s fake. Video?”

 Hannibal’s eyes narrowed. “You fold your clothes
incorrectly, the left arm should go…”

 Will shook his head, “Un uh,” he put his hand over
Hannibal’s mouth, “One per day, and I quote, ‘It will be a positive
relationship building exercise that will bring us closer together.’ I feel like
so far all we’ve done is list the annoying shit we know now that we didn’t
before.”

 Hannibal moved his hand off, “Would you like me to give a
positive one?”

 Will looked away even as Hannibal entwined their fingers,
“If you can think of one.”

 “Your hideous aftershave is not as hideous as I once
assumed.”

 Will laughed, trying to take his hand back but Hannibal held
on. “Oh gee, thanks.”

 Hannibal smiled, sitting up and turning while never letting
go as he moved in closer. Will’s foot touched his own as they sat with their
legs folded into each other, “Not positive?”

 Will’s grin was sly, “Getting there,” he leaned in close to
Hannibal’s mouth, their lips hovering, “You don’t wear underwear all the time.”

 Hannibal ran his hand over Will’s chest, “That is only a
recent development.”

 Will nuzzled his cheek, “You also like to snuggle.”

 Hannibal’s fingers found a nipple and Will hissed, kissing
his neck. “As do you.” 

 “You enjoy getting blood on your hands, and I think secretly
wish you didn’t have to wear gloves when we hunt.”

 Hannibal’s nail pressed into Will’s pectoral, making him
groan, “You knew that already, before this.”

 He moved his hands up to Will’s shoulders and pushed his
head up, their mouths close enough that Hannibal could feel Will’s breath on
his lips. “You look beautiful when you orgasm.”

 Will’s cheeks reddened and he pressed a soft kiss to
Hannibal’s mouth. “So do you.”

 “You also do not know how to properly dispose of a condom.”

 Will laughed, biting his chin, “Fuck you, I do too.”

 “The amount of times I have had to properly clean the…”

 Will put a hand over his mouth. “Positive, Doctor. Not
negative. Also I believe we’ve used up our one a day quota for the week by
now.”

 Hannibal’s tongue flicked against his palm and Will pushed
down harder.

 “My turn,” Will mumbled, “Your mouth curls sometimes when
you get excited, angry, happy, or even tired,” he laughed, “Like an angry cat.”

 Hannibal pushed his hand away, “It does…”

 “THERE! LIKE THAT!”

 Hannibal’s eyes narrowed. “Positive, Will.”

 Will smiled. “That WAS positive! I think it’s cute!”

 Hannibal leaned in and whispered, “I think I have one.”

 Will swallowed, “Positive?”

 He nodded, pressing a kiss to Will’s mouth before pulling
away.

 “You make me happier than I have ever been.”

 Will’s hands came to his cheeks, his smile soft. “Yeah, I
think that one works for me too.”