Mr & Dr Lecter (Or: the Mr & Mrs Smith AU no one really needed or wanted. Except for me.)
When he first met Will Graham, Hannibal thought breaking him, changing him and owning him would be fun. However, he wasn’t prepared for the domestic life of a married man – raising a sweet, docile adopted daughter with a sweet, docile teacher husband has him bored out of his mind. When the most exciting part of the day becomes stirring sleeping pills into his husbands whiskey and going out to taste warm blood on his tongue, Hannibal has to admit to himself that the spark is well and truly gone from his marriage. Apparently there is no room for domesticity in the life of a psychiatrist by day, cannibalistic murderer by night.
(If he were to look, though, he might find that he isn’t the only one in this marriage who’s suffering)
(This is a fic in the making – if you think it’s something you’d like to read, consider dropping a heart/reblog! And if there’s something you’d like to know, don’t hesitate to come and ask me! Any kind of feedback would be much appreciated and is much needed to help this fic on its road from the garbled notes on my phone to a finished piece of something)
Inspired by season 2 Will being forced to put the sickness and sorrow Hannibal caused behind him in order to try to catch him. I had this vague idea of Will yanking his memories out and winding them all around a reel, storing them away along with his heart – which is why the film is all jumbled numbers in the style of his encephalitis clock.