General Crawford’s notion of recovery was relative. Hannibal could still feel the phenobarbital tugging at his synapses, making him sluggish, complacent, as he was hauled into the brutalist metal beast that was the King armored car, alongside Taggart and the driver.
They had wrapped him in a civilian linen suit that was drawing all the moisture from his body, making him sweat down into his shoes. Taggart was monitoring his pulse as the driver turned the key and the engine coughed its rugged, worn out signal that it was still alive and ready to go.
Elias moved expertly around the boxes as he carried the laundry to their bedroom. They had moved in together three weeks earlier and Adam’s unpacking was still in progress. The apartment was two bedroom, and bigger than Adam’s had been but he was still trying to work out where to put everything.
Elias hadn’t had the same problem at all, considering all his possessions from the bedsit had been little more than a suitcase and a few bags. Even so, the place was clearly theirs not just Adam’s with his stuff fitting in around – which had been Adam’s concern. They had bought new furnishings and trinkets that tied their two tastes together as well as most definitely making the place feel like a home.
Whilst Adam was spending the afternoon visiting his parents, Elias decided to get on with the laundry. He knew Adam liked it when he did chores. They hadn’t discussed dividing them in any way, but within the first week Elias had quickly realised that the more he did the happier Adam was and the more sex they had. His only regret doing the laundry without Adam being home was that he missed the chance of his boyfriend pressing up behind him as he folded clothes, and purring into his ear that he found Elias doing housework sexy.
Elias knew Adam well enough to understand completely – housework often fell, wrongly Elias considered, to women. Not expecting Adam to do it, and in fact doing more than his fair share because it didn’t bother him and made Adam happy, was worth it so that Adam didn’t feel crappy.
Once he had folded and put his own clothes away he turned to Adam’s and took delicate care folding them all before turning to Adam’s closet. He had left them on the bed for Adam last time, but now his boyfriend had finally finished unpacking his clothes in the last few days, he wondered if he should just put away as many as he could find places for. The underwear was easy – right into Adam’s underwear drawer. A sweater he had to leave because he had no idea where those went, but he was able to hang the three shirts in the right hand side of the closet. The scarf was the last thing – the cute brown one covered in little fawn coloured bears.
Elias smiled as he opened the left closet door and took in the sight of Adam’s vast collection of scarves hanging on the racks on the inside of the door. He tied the freshly laundered scarf amongst them and ran his hands through the variety of colours and fabrics. He loved them all because they were so much a part of Adam.
The only one missing now, he saw, was the beautiful blue-green chiffon one that Elias had bought him for his birthday the previous year. Adam had been wearing it when he had left for his parent’s that morning. Elias felt warmed by the thought of him taking something along that was also part of Elias and offered him some comfort. He wasn’t sure what was going on with his parents, but Adam often came home a little down after visiting them and in need of extra cuddles.
Elias was about to close the closet again when something caught his eye. Poking slightly out of one of the built in drawers on that side was a tiny glimpse of black lace. He frowned. He had never seen Adam wear anything made of lace. He reached up to open the drawer but then hesitated. He didn’t want to invade Adam’s privacy, maybe it was something he wanted to keep secret?
The thought of there being any secrets between them made Elias’s heart sink. He felt a little flustered and suddenly angry at the possibility. Adam would be mad if he kept secrets, so why should Adam have them? He had opened the drawer before he even realised it.
Finally, the second half of the Hannigram creepypasta AU I wrote inspired by @slashyrogue‘s Bound in Blood fic. Here is the first half. Also a silly graphic because I’m trash.
CW for implied consentacles but there’s a fade-to-black so the sexytimes in this fic are strictly PG-13. (As opposed to the gore, which is fandom-typical.)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham Additional Tags: Ghost Will Graham, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical creepiness, Alternate Universe, Hannibal is Hannibal, Mind the Author Notes, Remix, Sharing a Body Summary:
Something roils Will’s stomach and he’s not sure whether it’s nausea or interest. He wasn’t particularly good at identifying his own emotions in life, and the longer he’s dead, the less he’s sure that any of his reactions are what they would have been even then.
“You can come closer and look if you want,” Hannibal murmurs, almost but not quite to himself.
Knowing full well that he shouldn’t, Will does.
I just want to make sure everyone who might have read/enjoyed Hungry Ghost sees this too because it’s freaking AMAZING.
Joe could feel it settling upon him, sooner than he had marked in his calendar. Heats were always inconvenient, his life was planned more around the four times a year they struck than anything else. Now that he was with Lucas, they felt more distressing than they had in the past. Joe had suffered through two heats by himself since they began dating and he was not looking forward to a third.
Lucas was perfect, he didn’t push or try to persuade a bond with Joe. A bond would come when they were ready, Lucas had assured him. The alpha had even helped Joe stock his fridge, putting the softest sheets on his bed and leaving water bottles within reach. Lucas had even left his shirt with Joe last time, draping it over his shoulders before he kissed him goodbye. Joe had locked the door to his apartment behind him.
OMG! How have I never come across this before?! I absolutely adore it and just had to write a little something! Hope you like it @pangaeastarseed
When Nigel first met Adam, he didn’t know what the fuck to make of his new neighbour. But after a few months the guy had grown on him – mostly from passing conversations in the hallway that got easier with time. In the end, it wasn’t uncommon to see Nigel join Adam on the steps outside the apartment building, people watching. In fact, after a while Nigel found himself going out of his way to do so.
He knew he was in trouble the day he turned down a booty call because Adam had invited him up to the roof – some sort of meteor shower. Actually, he couldn’t turn it down fast enough. He muttered expletives as he hung up the call.
Thing is, Adam didn’t make much eye contact. Nigel could usually tell from someone’s expression if they were down to fuck. But not with Adam. And now with months of polite conversation, jokes, people watching, star gazing, and turned down lays, Nigel had a severe case of blue balls.
He didn’t even know if the kid swung that way! And he wasn’t about to force the issue and scare him off completely. God fucking help him, he’d started to care for Adam.
The day it finally came to a head was the day the fucking bullshit washer broke in the building laundry room – trapping Adam’s clothes inside. He’d come straight to Nigel, distressed and as close as Nigel had ever seen to him losing it, though he’d already explained some of his issues and quirks. All those things that made up the gorgeous whole that was Adam. Nigel had chivalrously tried to pry the fucker open but it got to the point where he wasn’t sure he could get the clothes out without ruining them. So he did what any good neighbour would do – he decided to loan Adam some of his clothes whilst the building’s super sorted the washer.
Nigel wanted to believe it was completely altruistic but he couldn’t lie to himself very convincingly. No, the thought of Adam in his slightly oversized clothes made his cock twitch. The thought of Adam’s scent clinging to the clothes when he returned them practically gave him a boner.
He handed the pile to Adam at Adam’s door and didn’t hesitate when he was invited in. He’d never been in the apartment before and it was just so wonderfully Adam that he wanted to roll around in it like an excited puppy. He practiced restraint – somehow – and waited whilst Adam went to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes and into something Nigel had loaned him.
There were two pairs of sweats in that pile, so Nigel was pretty thrown when Adam returned wearing his fucking little dog shirt as a nightshirt, with nothing else but his boxers. It hung down, exposing his neck and and a little shoulder where the top couple of buttons were left open… as well as skimming the top of his thighs.
If Nigel died in that moment, he’d have died a happy fucking asshole.
Adam offered him cocoa and Nigel numbly nodded, watching the man potter in the kitchen. Eyes wide and chest tight as the sight of the back of Adam’s thighs brought a heated blush to Nigel’s cheeks.
Damn. He really did have it fucking bad.
Then there was cocoa on the sofa and Adam pulled a throw over his legs to keep them warm and Nigel tried so hard to focus on what Adam was saying about a show he wanted to see at the theatre and not on warming Adam’s legs for him goddammit!!
When Nigel was pretty sure he couldn’t take anymore without exploding one way or the other, he stood to leave. Adam looked up at him questioningly. Looking so fucking beautiful the way the shirt hung around him.
“Are you leaving Nigel?”
“I think I should, Adam. I think… I think it’s passed my bedtime.”
“Oh.”
Adam frowned.
“What is it? Everything ok? We can get your clothes back once the super pulls his finger out of his-”
“Were you excited?”
“What?”
“Sexually, just now. Or before. Um, when we spend time together?”
“Um-”
“Well, I ask because I was, and I wondered if you were too.”
“…”
“When I was younger… I would have just thought you were sexually excited because I was. That’s called mind blindness. I had to learn to ask what other people are thinking.”
“Adam, I…”
Nigel wasn’t quite sure how Adam had reached into him and pulled out every fucking bone in his body, but that was how it felt. He equally wasn’t sure how he remained standing. Or breathing.
“I… I fucking am now angel.” Nigel finally managed. “What, um, what do we do about that?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while and… I’d like for us to have sex. If you’d like that?”
Nigel could only nod and try not to pass out as Adam stood – letting the blanket fall away – and smiled at him. When he took Nigel’s hands and started leading him toward the bedroom Nigel’s mind was blank but for one fucking word.
Thank you for all the kind words I got on the first Hannigram fanfic I posted on here. While I work on the second part, here’s a drabble I wrote for last year’s Hannictober and a silly moodboard graphic to go with it.
The prompt was “zombie.” I ended up turning it into a Pirates of the Caribbean/Davy Jones-inspired AU. Hannibal
is some sort of sea god and Will is a pirate who eventually becomes a zombie
pirate. If anyone wants to turn this into a full-length fic, please feel free
to do so and tag me.
Will Graham was born upon ancient shipyards moldering with
age and brine. As a child, he scrubbed the docks, singing lilting shanties as
he gazed into the glassy surface of the water. It seemed that he was born
swimming, the water caressing his small form as he moved seamlessly through its
rippling currents. He came of age upon a great Navy freighter of a ship,
finding favor from its captain such that he flew through the ranks and the ship
became his to command. For years on end, he did not step foot on land, preferring
the company of fish-scented winds and foam-tipped waves.
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