Shymoo
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A follow-up scene to my canon-divergence fic where Hannibal finds out Will wanted to run away with him before their reunion in Florence. You do not need to read the previous work to enjoy this smutty one shot.
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Hannigram erotic body painting. That's it, that's the fic.
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- Part 2 of Because I Wanted to Run With Him
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“How will you feel when I’m gone?” Hannibal asks through ragged breaths, bracing himself on the window with clenched and bloody knuckles.
Jack approaches him, his steps long and savoring. The smile-shaped sickle in his hand leers as it's revealed in the light.
“How did you do it, Hannibal?” He’s closer now, the weapon in his hand nearly within striking range. He wonders if Jack will have the guts to go for the killing blow or leave the messy work to gravity. “What did you do to Will Graham?”
Hannibal licks his lips and tastes blood. It masks his face. It coats his teeth and tongue. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, Jack.”
“Will is obsessed by you,” Jack says. “If you hadn’t gutted him, he would’ve slipped away. Willingly. Explain that to me.”
TLDR: What if Hannibal found out that Will wanted to run away with him before their reunion in Florence?
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- Part 1 of Because I Wanted to Run With Him
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“You called me destructive, once,” Hannibal said. “Do you still think me evil?”
He shook his head. “Not evil, no,” Will said, meeting his eyes. “You are…something else.”
“And yet here you are,” Hannibal said. “You are the reason you’re here, Will. No one else. I warned you not to hunt the dragon. I told you to think of me, not to worry about me. I told you to kill us both, if that is what you needed to be free.”
“I know that,” he snipped.
“I was promised a soul,” Hannibal said. “You’ve left me with a ghost. I won’t be tricked, Will.”
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Will has been living like a ghost in Prague. Hannibal is having none of it.
A direct continuation of "A Taste of Possibility". You do not have to read the previous one-shot to understand the story, but you'd be missing out if you didn't, just saying....
Featuring: struggling Will Graham and a formative return to Italy.
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- Part 2 of The Taste Of Series
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“We are marching toward an uncaring and indifferent fate,” he said. “Facing the time of judgement. All we have done, and all that we are, suspended upon the great scales of good and evil. Even now, you exist in the places between, but your essence cannot exist, divided as is, for much longer. The Will who stands before me is the last of his kind.”
“I’m going to change again,” Will said. “Become. I am an endangered species.”
“Change is inevitable,” Hannibal said. “It comes for all of us, in its time.”
“So what are you suggesting?” Will asked, his brow arched in a way that was difficult to not find endearing, despite the circumstances. “I should succumb to the inevitable before it comes for me? Beat it to the punch?”
“What I offer is nothing more than an invitation to taste freedom. To know the taste of possibility on your tongue before you resign yourself to the taste of ash.”
“A moment, suspended outside of time."
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My interpretation of a "missing scene" between Hannibal and Will's arrival at the cliff house at the end of s3 and the showdown with the Great Red Dragon.
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- Part 1 of The Taste Of Series
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Will Graham can't seem to stop playing games with Hannibal, even when he knows he's likely to lose. Navigating their life after the fall hasn't been easy, and Will struggles to believe he can trust Hannibal, even when he claims his life is in Will's hands. What can Hannibal do to prove his devotion?
"Will removes his hands from his neck and steps back. He takes his time as he pulls out a wooden chair from a nearby table and sets it in front of Hannibal’s. There, he sits with his knees spread wide, steady hands on his lap. It is a posture he has assumed many times while facing the other man. A grasp at power, he now understands. This is his throne.
Silver strands have fallen over the edges of Hannibal’s sharp features. Will scans every visible inch of his face: the eyes that can no longer see through him; the mouth that has been stripped of its ability to weave silver words into half-truths and vagaries; the hands that can no longer touch..."
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Will and Hannibal play a very tense game of sexual chicken that ends in some over-the-table shenanigans.
The most in-character version of them getting together I could manage to write.
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“You were very angry when you arrived.”
Will’s eyes flicker to his, and his nose screws up almost incredulously. “Someone tried to kill you.”
“Hardly,” Hannibal replies, trying hard not to laugh. Will’s answering glare is rather lovely. “Incapacitate, yes. Nonetheless, that is a rather interesting point, considering you’ve tried to kill me.”
The fingers on his shoulders clench down enough to hurt, but Hannibal doesn’t flinch. “Exactly. You aren’t allowed to die unless it’s by my hand.” Will growls. The dark, possessive undertone to his words hit Hannibal’s lungs like a sudden crack of thunder.
_________________Alternatively: Set after Randall Tier and before the Vergers show up. Hannibal gets mugged on the way home one night, resulting in some rather superficial injuries. Cue one very angry, very jealous Will Graham and a night that changes the game between them forever.
Bookmarked by Shymoo
29 Jun 2026
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Will and Hannibal have a secret relationship before the Fall. When they survive, Will refuses to talk about it. Hannibal starts to wish he didn’t survive.
Bookmarked by Shymoo
28 Sep 2025
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4 times the aftermath of sex was underwhelming.
1 time it truly wasn't.
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A take on Hannibal's relationship to sexuality, from disappointment to fulfillment.
Bookmarked by Shymoo
27 Aug 2025
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"How quickly intimacy erodes certainty," Hannibal said, his voice like silk pulled taut. "How easily fidelity becomes contextual."
Will didn’t flinch. He only smiled, a slow, lazy curve of the mouth, deceptively relaxed. Yet, there was a flicker of something quieter passed through his eyes.
"That’s elegant." He said, stripping away ambiguity with precision. "Almost makes it sound like you didn’t plan it."
Hannibal inclined his head, unapologetic. He didn't deny it. And that gave Will everything he needed.
So, he leaned forward.
"I could ask you the same." Will said it too evenly, like a man laying a card he’d been waiting to play.
Hannibal went still for attuning, barely perceptible. A subtle pause in breath, a flicker in his mouth's line. But Will saw it, felt it.
He continued, tone softer now, almost affectionate. "How does it feel," he murmured, “to touch your daughter’s respected mentor?—"
He didn’t look at Hannibal as he said it. He leaned closer, too close, his breath ghosting warm across Hannibal’s cheek, his lips brushing just shy of skin near the curve of his ear.
“—Your student's lover?”Bookmarked by Shymoo
03 Aug 2025
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It was official: Hannibal was a full-blown diva.
Or, the one where Will stumbles upon Hannibal’s absurdly extensive skincare collection and starts wondering what other secrets might be hiding in his drawers.Bookmarked by Shymoo
29 Jul 2025