Bookmarked by demonkitty
09 Aug 2020
What if Jack Crawford kept his promise to Alana? What if, when Will says he can’t do this any more, Jack lets him go back to teaching? A season one AU in which Will spends more time forging a real relationship with Abigail. And of course Hannibal’s spending more time with Abigail too…
All I Need Is A Stream by Watermelonsmellinfellon for Nyxxisdenayne, TigerPrawn, Sirenja, samui_sakura (sammie_s43073), victorine, DaughterOfTheMurderHusbands, HotSauce418, Devereauxs_Disease
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
28 Aug 2018
Will's entire life is shaped around this one part of himself that he would never wish to escape. His divine parentage makes his claim truer than it would ever be for anyone else. All he'd needed to be content, for years, was a stream. That was true until Hannibal Lecter came along and sank himself into Will's very being. Hannibal makes Will covet.
13 May 2020
Harry hadn't expected Bella Swan when he moved into the house Sirius left for Harry in his Will. He hadn't expected Edward Cullen either. And it was safe to say that Bella didn't expect Harry and Edward, and that Edward didn't expect Bella and Harry. Who knew that a wizard, a muggle, and a vampire could forge such a great relationship?
30 Sep 2019
“I imagine no matter the circumstances, the loss of one’s mate must be a rather traumatizing experience, particularly after so many years bonded.”
Will laughs, just once, a quick, dark, rich sound that causes the hairs at the back of Hannibal’s neck to stand pleasantly on end. He does not shy away from eye contact with Hannibal the way he does with so many others, rubbing his thumb along his lower lip, enough to tug it gently out of place as he considers his response.
He curls his lip back into his mouth to wet it before asking, “Tell me, Doctor Lecter, have you ever been mated? Willingly or…otherwise.” But for the barest tightening of his smile and a flash of something once brittle, now hardened, behind storm-colored eyes, one would never suspect the sort of madness and past traumas that lurk behind the omega’s guarded cerulean gaze.
Not unless one knows exactly what to look for.