"Your presence hangs over my every thought. However, no shade of you can replace your flesh and blood," came the artist's reply, voice still light, mask mended. Will should be repulsed by the imagery he conjures to mind. He should drop the sketchbook into the flames below the mantelpiece. (cw: violence, invasion of privacy)

Clarice Starling has spent years studying how people think and feel, and she believed she understood it all. However, when she met the Murder Husbands, she confronted aspects of human nature that no university class or FBI training could have adequately prepared her for.

Unconsciously, his hands inched over to his stomach, tracing the scarring beneath his shirt like a route on a map. The map to a killer's heart. He smiled at the absurdity of it all, half bitter. Hannibal blinked. "Florence reminds me of you." His next words are crafted to unbalance and unsettle, and he succeeds. "Scarred, yes. But undeniably beautiful." (they make out in italy lol

Hannibal's fingers still on his wrist. "Which was it? Action or reaction?" He meant the killing blow and every infliction before it. Will's eyes glitter darkly from the ornate lamps, understanding too readily. "Impulse." (cw: injuries, medical procedures)

Hannibal briefly closes his eyes. The lingering of Will's confession hurt more than a scalpel's twist. With the snap of a branch, a fraction of his restraint dissolves. "You know me, Will," he tells his companion like a secret.

Hannibal stood under the winter sun, his gaze following Will's retreating back. No blemish marred his face—no evidence that he had wielded a weapon. The ghost of a kiss traced over a cheekbone, distant like the scattering of ashes. (cw: crime scene)

Will was one of a kind, although the universe hadn't been kind to him. It hadn't been kind to Hannibal, either. Not to the lamb, not to the butcher. There was no such grace or order to one's history. Clarity made way for entropy. (a hanni-centric monologue)

Beverly twirled a lock of hair over her finger, grinning and exchanging glances with Brian. "Ah, right…sorry, I meant- someone caught your eye, Special Agent Graham?" (cw: alcohol, suggestive language, social anxiety)

"Traitor." The accusation was white-hot, one that Hannibal hadn't been up against before, in his long history of sins. The slaughter of the lamb was no sin. It saves the world from its wrath. "You tried to trick fate. Fate fought back." (cw: alcohol, violence, major character death)

His soul was being consumed by maroon and paisley, yes, but it felt too much like completion. Too much like belonging, like inevitability on a knife's edge. It was wrong. It was right. It should've been nothing, but it was everything. Hannibal pulled back with a smirk that Will had felt over his lips. Sharp, dangerous, but beautiful. (cw: religion, near-choking)

a menu of the day, with an increasing level of gayness for each course. (cw: manipulation/power play, alcohol, smoking, mention of drug)

"What are you doing here, Will?" Hannibal asks, composed again. He deftly loosens his tie to wrap it around a cut on Will's arm. Will lets him work, pliable. "What are you, Dr. Lecter?" (cw: nightmares, disturbing imagery, hallucinations, violence)

And when the Brasato al Barolo was finished, the polenta plated to perfection, everything about the meal and the accompanying red wine worth savoring, the Florentine evening enveloped the apartment and its inhabitants—hidden from the world, lost to justice, completely and utterly found in each other's arms.

And, oh, if their sins have become common knowledge, every grisly detail exposed and put under the magnifying glass… What's one more to add to the list? (cw: arrest, non-explicit intimacy)

"A-Apology?" Will repeats, as if that is the only thing that matters. "Abetment," Hannibal replies, the word dressed in shadows. (cw: hallucinations, biting (non-sexual), body horror, death)

As it turns out, both betrayer and betrayed could house racing hearts. He would carry this sacred knowledge into the grave. The clock struck midnight. When a caress came instead of a blow, Hannibal surrendered to it. (cw: descriptions of violence, panic attack, knife use, blood, attempted murder)

Hannibal, an infamous painter known for his macabre and grotesque works, finds himself in a cemetery one night, searching for inspiration for his next piece. What he finds is quite the opposite: an angel whose beauty captivates Hannibal beyond imagination. Hannibal's growing fascination for his celestial muse turns into all-consuming love. The angel's purity contends with the paint

Hannibal and Will have a date at Feral Kitchen and Lounge

Ella Glass works as a janitor or cleaning lady yet she has a high IQ of 160. Jack had her job changed to consultant for the FBI. Her weird quirks had brought a new kind of headache but more companion capability to Will Graham's mind. The Chesapeake Ripper is intrigued as his crime gave him a thrilling challenge that she pulls no punches against solving his mind.

[100 Fandom Challenge] Will Graham devise sur le chemin de destinées qui n'en font plus qu'une après une chute inévitable. Situé après la Colère de l'agneau (S3, Épisode 13).

A Will le dan una noticia... interesante. El jefe Crawford explota de rabia, y el doctor Lecter está nervioso.

Odette Feathers was once the prima donna of Ballet. That is until she turned thirty and retired from that glamouries world. However, she got caught in one of Chesapeake Ripper's crime scenes and now she is indirectly involved in his plot to exploit whatever secrets she has.

Margot Lousie Valois moved to Baltimore, Maryland a year ago. Everything was great that is until something evil and sinister was lurking at her corner. She feared it could be a stalker and felt frightened, but her stalker happened to be the Chesapeake Ripper. She was put under watch and protection with Will Graham until they knew his next movement.

Clarisse Darklyn has been living in Baltimore for almost three years and it was peaceful. However, what she didn't realize was that Chesapeake Ripper was targeting her. Why? Because he wants her. Can she escape the darkness set by the Chesapeake Ripper? Can Will Graham protect even if he cannot escape the darkness?

It's that time of year! Christmas is fast approaching and Will finds himself having to accept an invitation to a Christmas party he can't turn down. One that includes him pulling for a Secret Santa that isn't Hannibal. Unaware that it's a Secret Santa, Hannibal is secretly furious that Will is buying a gift for someone other than him.