“The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy… and that’s on a good day.”
— Robert De Niro
WIP WEEK Day Four: Your Most Popular WIP
Which is of course: Truly, Madly, Deeply. The Christmas story that’s less Christmas and more story lol. I started writing it three days before Christmas last year on a whim and it’s the most kudos I’ve ever gotten this fast for a fic in the almost three years I’ve been in the fandom.
For anyone who doesn’t know the premise it’s a season one Hannigram a/b/o where they meet at Beverly’s Christmas party and form an attachment due to being true mates. Will is rather against the idea of a mate but finds himself drawn to Hannibal so badly that he ignores basic common sense to give into the feeling without the attachment. Hannibal, of course, fuels the fire by manipulation till he himself gets in trouble because of horrible things like feelings and love. Yes there’s mpreg, yes there will be future chapters with kids in them, but there are also things like murder and pillow talk discussions about their pasts which make them want a future.
It’s about 80% written already so I’ll show off a scene from the next chapter because why not?
Chapter Seven is about 90% domestic fluff. So I’m just picking a spot.
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The way Will seems to have buried himself into Hannibal’s pillow when he arrives upstairs again makes him smile. “Hungry?”
Will blinks his eyes tiredly and smiles. “You spoil me.”
“Always.”
“The dogs?”
“Resting comfortably in their room.”
Will laughs when Hannibal takes out the tray and puts it over him. “I can’t believe they have a room. I honestly thought you’d make me get rid of them.”
Hannibal sets his food down. “Make you? I was not aware that it was possibly to make you do anything.”
“Touche,” Will says, “I just have heard stories.”
Hannibal climbs onto the bed beside him and sets himself up for eating. “Stories?”
Will has already gotten several bites in his mouth and his eyes close when he moans.
“God this is good.”
Hannibal kisses his cheek. “I am happy to hear. You mentioned stories.”
Will kisses his mouth and nuzzles his cheek. “Mmm,” he sighs, “Stories about pushy alpha mates. I don’t have a lot of friends but I’ve….heard things.”
Hannibal pushes him back just enough that they stare at each other. “Do I strike you as someone who would force you to bend to my will?”
Will smiles. “No, surprisingly. I guess serial killers follow their own rules of alphaness.”
Hannibal caressed his cheek. “I am fairly certain that is not a real word.”
I’m cheating here because really it takes place after canon. I haven’t updated this fic in two years, but yeah I dunno why I’m mentioning it at all except I don’t have any other canon-verse wips. *shrug*
I don’t have anything new either but maybe I will by next WIP week? *hopeful eyes*
I’m not even sure how to caption this, but here we go: this is Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen as paper dolls, in vintage ad form, because it’s me. In theory, you could dress them up to act out one of the many Madancy ships that are out there. Orrrr you could just enjoy them as they are, in their snug white underwear.
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