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lostcauses-noregrets · 10 months

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An interesting observation maybe but do you think fix-it aus are underrated in Eruri fandom? Or Attack on Titan fandom in general? My SW and Demon Slayer ships have all one dead member and I swear it's really common to see fix-it fics where the dead character lives/survives and it made me think of Eruri. I guess we as a fandom very depressed because it's all just angst and in most fics Erwin dies either way and if he doesn't, Levi does asdfgdSDFGdsfg Do you know have any good fix-it fics :D Do you think Eruri happy ending is very underrated?

That’s a really interesting question. I mean there are plenty of fix it fics in the Eruri fandom, but it’s true that there perhaps aren’t as many as you might expect, given the untimely death of such a beloved character. I think part of the problem is that allowing Erwin to live doesn’t actually fix anything, in fact it arguably makes it worse. The whole point of Levi’s choice was that he allowed Erwin to die with his dreams intact, rather than dragging him back to the hell of the world where people saw him as nothing more than a monster. In order to really fix canonverse, you have to find a way for Erwin to survive, without becoming the “devil himself” and being crippled by overwhelming guilt, and you also have to prevent the Rumbling, eradicate the Titans, end the persecution of the Eldian people, and resolve the centuries old conflict between Paradis and Marley. That’s quite a tall order! This is one of the reasons that a lot of Erwin Lives fics tend to be more than a little angsty.

In terms of fic recs, before Midnight Sun, there were quite a lot of “after the war” fics written, where the Titans are vanquished and Erwin and Levi learn to live on with each other after the conflict. After Midnight Sun, Titan!Erwin fics became popular, the majority of which are either gut wrenchingly sad, ridiculously horny, or more often than not, a combination of both. There are a few fics where Levi actually does break Erwin's legs which, unsurprisingly, are pretty devastating (No Regrets by supasafeboss & King Under Ground by WhisperDan.) More recently there have been some great fics where Erwin survives and does his utmost to resolve the conflict through political means or other means. Here's a list of some of my favourite Erwin Lives fics:

peony-dense flesh by ackermom

In These Fallen Leaves by @masksarehot2

Mal by @elivra-fanfiction & @zorthania

Warm by @elivra-fanfiction & @zorthania

Relinquish, Reclaim by @huxandthehound

Tiny Beautiful Things by The_Wolves

What Remains by @haedraulics

The Flap of a Butterfly’s Wings by @drbuttonsss

Stranger by NoMoreTears707

A Long Way From Home by @2dsheep

Coup de Grace by @cherryamber

And to answer your final question, do I think Eruri happy endings are underrated? In canonverse, certainly. Here's a few fics & ficlets that give them the happy ending they deserved.

Beach Grass by @ackbang

Cabin by @ackbang

Every Second by @lostcauses-noregrets

Sleeping on a Clothesline by @lostcauses-noregrets

Love Like This by @thefangirlingdead

#asks #eruri #fic rec #erwin lives #fix it fics #snk

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lewiathans · 7 months

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Anon asked: Do you have any Eruri fanfiction recs?

Tam currently reading Legacy, by HAEDRAULICS. It's a Marley AU and it's incredible. I am blown away by the fact that someone can be a talented artist AND such a skilled writer.

I am also rereading Down and Out in Shinganshina and Trost by sensitivefruit. It's great!

#eruri #attack on titan #levi ackerman #erwin smith #aot #snk #aot eruri

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erurivacayzine · 1 year

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🗺️ Guest Announcement 🗺️

Paradis(e) is very excited to welcome our 4 Guest Flight Attendants! We asked them what their ideal eruri travel destination is. Find out about them and their answers below!

Apps are still open and close on December 30th! ✈️

Our first guest -

@haedraulics @oldmenshoujo ✈️

“Selfishly speaking, I’d like to see Eruri come to Toronto, if only because I'm easily entertained by the idea of Erwin getting lost on the subway & generally being one of those country bumpkin tourists who Levi has to shepherd around affectionately.”

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haedraulics · 2 months

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hi HAEDRAULICS! i absolutely adore your art and regularly reread your writings on ao3. will you ever update "what remains"? its an absolutely amazing story with a beautiful view of politics and philosophy, and your characterisation of levi and erwin is one of the best ive read. ur welcome to ignore this ask if you feel uncomfortable answering. thanks!

hello anon! thank you so much for your generous compliments about my writing, it really means a lot to me 😭💕the 7th chapter of What Remains is actually at 9.7k words right now, but i'm imagining it will need at least another 10k for the chapter events to wrap up. i've been very much neglecting it since i last updated last year, but i've been super busy with various other projects and obligations gsdfjgjkgj however, i still really love the story and would desperately like to release a new chapter this year, i'm endlessly grateful that people still read my writing and look forward to new releases despite my chronically late release times! 🙈

if it's any comfort, i have basically all three arcs of What Remains plotted out- it's really a matter of turning drafts into prose! but who knows, maybe after i graduate school i'll have a wealth of time and energy to wrap up this story that i've already put so much into hhahaha

#minh asks #if i actually manage to finish What Remains i think i'll be satisfied for the rest of my life #i've never completed a long form storytelling project before

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threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat · 2 years

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[IMAGE ID: A tweet by “minh tâm h. 🌾 on concrete” @HAEDRAULICS on Apr 20: “everything everywhere all at once had me writing down english class notes in the theatre” with two drawings of sets of two nested circles, one black with a white center, one white with a black center. They are respectively labeled, “the bagel (yin) // -life is mostly dull and bad // -joy is fleeting and ultimately meaningless” and, “the googly eye (yang) // -life is mostly good and worthwhile // suffering is transient and fixable” END ID]

#everything everywhere all at once #eeaao #daniels #@haedraulics #on twitter #daoism #taoism #theology #one only pulls inward one only sees outward neither is alone a complete life

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huckleberrytm-a2 · 3 years

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ok i abandoned my halloween header bc i was tired of looking at it so i made a different one

#very pretty art i was just tired of it tbh #new header is drawn by haedraulics and is absolutely beautiful #im keeping my halloween icon til the end of the month tho no exceptions #💥 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐁𝐘 !! ― ooc.

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aeyuki · 6 years

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these sketches range from like half a year ago to 3 days old. also note to my friends: you might spot yourself in the mess, or someone you know...

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sidelyamievi · 2 years

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under the rain.

cr: HAEDRAULICS on Twitter

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iloveyoulikekatsudon · 6 years

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Read it here on ao3: (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12590728)

It isn’t a well-known fact that Katsuki Yuuri knows how to bake.

Maybe that’s because a) Yuuri doesn’t particularly like sharing facts about himself, and b) he’s only done on a few occasions before. Those occasions being that time in college when he seriously thought he was going to fail in Macro-economics class, that time he waited three hours for a blind date before realizing he’s been stood up, and the time after he had just blown his then once-in-a-lifetime chance of competing in the Grand Prix Finals. There’s clearly an unspoken theme going on here.

And today, Yuuri’s baking again.

…It hasn’t been a good day. Clearly.

(Or a good week, if Yuuri is going to be honest, and at this point he’s simply too exhausted to be anything but honest with himself.)

It hasn’t been a good day, no.

If anything, it’s been the complete opposite of a good day, it’s been utterly terrible; Yuuri kept flubbing jumps left and right during practice—enough times that Yurio didn’t bother to cackle at him anymore and actually looked kind of concerned at the end. He’d forgotten to pick up groceries like Victor had reminded him to do, he tripped on a crack on the sidewalk on the way home and gave himself a bruised knee, and tonight, he somehow managed to fuck up their dinner.

I made Victor burnt chicken breast, Yuuri remembers and resists the urge to bang his head against the kitchen counter. He settles for pounding the doughy mixture in front of him harshly.

Honestly, the only other reason Yuuri’s even stressbaking (is that a word? It better be. Yuuri’s too done with things to care about whether it’s a word or not) is because he wanted to make it up to Victor.

Which is proving to be impossible now, because things seem to be going very wrong very quickly for Yuuri, and the dough won’t cooperate. It remains clumpy and goo-like, regardless of the amount of flour Yuuri keeps adding to keep it from sticking.

This is it, Yuuri thinks darkly as he kneads and kneads and kneads the stupid dough, this is how Victor’s going to kick me out of his house. I’m going to be baking him shitty bread after burning dinner and he’s going to break up with me. I’ll be homeless in Russia and my fiancé will leave me and I won’t be able to see Makkachin again—

His glasses slip down from the bridge of his nose and falls lens first, right into the sticky mess of dough.

Yuuri stares at it for a moment, and then forces himself to take a slow breath. He just can’t do anything right, can he? He messed up. He messed up again, for the millionth time today, and no matter how many chances he’s given, Yuuri won’t be able to make it any better because he’s such a sad, pathetic—

“Yuuri.”

Yuuri turns, hands clenched and lips pursed, and sees Victor coming out of the bedroom while glancing at the glasses stuck in the dough. It makes Yuuri’s face burn in humiliation, being caught in the act of messing up. Victor looks slightly amused but mostly worried, which says a lot about what Victor thinks about this situation. He offers Yuuri a tired smile as he comes close. “My, my. What happened here?”

“Nothing,” Yuuri snaps before he can help himself and immediately feels like the world’s biggest asshole when Victor blinks in surprise. “Sorry,” he says and shakes his head, looking down to his hands and away from Victor. The supposed-to-be apology dough looks like it’s mocking him. “I meant it’s fine. Everything’s fine. My glasses just slipped, is all.”

“Oh,” Victor says, and then grins. “I’ll clean it for you.”

“No need.” Yuuri picks up his glasses with a plan to set it aside only Victor beats him to it, plucking the dirty glasses out of Yuuri’s hand.

Yuuri sighs. “Victor—”

“Let me,” Victor insists and kisses Yuuri’s cheek as he passes by him on the way to the sink. Yuuri watches as Victor thoroughly rinses the dough off the lenses and the frame, before using the hem of his shirt to wipe the glasses dry.

There’s something in the way he does it that makes Yuuri’s heart hurt—Victor dries it meticulously, carefully, like Yuuri’s glasses are just as important to him as Yuuri is.

Finally, Victor inspects the glasses, deems it good enough, and walks toward Yuuri with a satisfied grin.

“You didn’t have to,” Yuuri half-heartedly protests.

“I wanted to,” Victor hums back. He stops right in front of Yuuri to put his glasses for him, sliding it on with utmost care. There’s a tiny smile on his lips as he does so. “There. All clean.”

“Thanks,” Yuuri says and then proceeds to push his glasses up with a dough-covered hand. Yuuri stops breathing. He freezes, horrified, and shuts his eyes tight in regret. “Oh, god, I’m sorry—”

Victor huffs out a laugh, taking off the glasses again.

Yuuri has half a mind to stop him. “Victor, I’m so sorry—please don’t, just leave it—”

“Let me,” Victor repeats on the way back to the sink, turning a deaf ear to Yuuri’s words. With his back to Yuuri and his expression indecipherable, Victor opens the tap. “It’s okay,” He says, even though Yuuri knows it’s anything but.

As Victor rinses his glasses for the second time around, Yuuri turns back to the dough with a grimace. It’s already becoming more like dough and less like batter, but Yuuri is pretty sure he used too much flour now and the bread will end up dry. So much for an apology bread, Yuuri thinks, crestfallen. He resumes kneading it anyway, trying to salvage what he can and ignoring the frustration that’s welling up within him.

Not even an hour with Victor again and he’s already made a douchebag and an idiot of himself. Yuuri thinks of all the messes he caused throughout the day and swallows heavily. Though he’s been so patient and so sweet, surely Victor is sick of having to clean up after him all the time?

Yuuri can almost see it—just one more mistake, one more slip up, and Victor will frown instead of laugh, will finally reach the end of his patience and drop the smile he’s been putting on for Yuuri. Victor will finally stop saying that it’s okay.

If Yuuri’s lucky, maybe Victor will just leave him alone until he can get his shit together.

If not, maybe Victor will leave for good, maybe he’ll realize that this was a mistake, that being with Yuuri is a mistake, since he’s clearly unable to do even the smallest things properly—

“Yuuri!”

Yuuri startles and looks up. Victor marches in front of him again, smiling proudly as he holds up Yuuri’s clean glasses. He stays perfectly still as Victor slides his glasses on, tucking it carefully behind his ears. When Victor grins, bright and loving, Yuuri suddenly gets a very real fear of touching his glasses again, or having them fall again, making them dirty once more after all the effort Victor exerted to clean them.

Yuuri’s heart sinks to his gut. Knowing his luck today, he’s bound to commit a mistake. Victor is bound to end up disappointed in him.

“You didn’t have to clean it,” Yuuri mutters just as much, looking tiredly at Victor, and hopes Victor understands the apology behind his words. “It’s just going to get dirty again.”

Yuuri half-expects Victor to roll his eyes, or at least to say, “I know.”

Instead, Victor’s smile melts into something tender. He looks at Yuuri, cradling his face in his hands, and brushes the hair away from Yuuri’s eyes fondly.

“Then I’ll clean it again,” Victor says, soft and sincere, like it’s a promise, a love confession, instead of a casual reassurance. His fingers curl themselves around Yuuri’s nape, playing with the dark hair. He leans forward to press a kiss on Yuuri’s forehead. “However many times you need.”

Yuuri stares at him, at a loss for what to say.

He glances down at Victor’s warm hands against his cheeks, holding him as if he’s something worth taking care of, as if Yuuri is worth all the effort in the world despite everything he’s done wrong. Yuuri’s chest aches with something he can’t name. He looks back up at Victor’s lovely ocean eyes.

“Really?” Yuuri whispers quietly, hands trembling.

Victor’s smile crumbles apart in confusion and worry alike. “Yuuri?” he asks.

There’s a tight lump of emotion forming in Yuuri’s throat. It’s difficult to breathe, all of a sudden. Yuuri blinks, once, twice, and then Victor becomes a blur and there are tears falling down his face, fogging up his glasses, and he’s crying inside Victor’s hold before he realizes it.

“W-Would you r-really?” Yuuri hiccups again.

“Yuuri,” Victor breathes out as he tries to wipe away the tears with his thumb. “Of course! Anything for you, love. I’d clean them a million times.”

Yuuri chokes on a relieved sob, and closes his eyes tightly, feeling lost and broken and fixed all at once.

Victor is so sweet and kind and wonderful that some days, Yuuri still doesn’t believe he deserves this man. Still can’t believe that this isn’t some dream that’ll end as soon as he makes a mistake, but somehow Victor always finds a way to prove him wrong.

It’s a mess again.

Yuuri’s a giant mess. There’s flour and sticky batter everywhere, his glasses are probably dirty again, and the dough still refuses to be a perfectly smooth dough and goodness, this isn’t what Yuuri thought would happen at all.

But then there’s Victor pulling him closer until Yuuri is safe and warm in a hug, gentle hands rubbing soothing circles on his back and Victor’s low voice whispering reassurances in his ear, and it’s better than anything Yuuri could have imagined. Victor smells like aftershave and freshly laundered clothes and feels so much like home that Yuuri doesn’t ever want to be anywhere but inside his arms. Yuuri’s so tired. God, he’s so, so tired.

“Thank you,” Yuuri manages to croak out as he holds on and hides his face against Victor’s shoulder. “Thank you, thank you.”

“It’s okay,” Victor soothes, kissing his hair, kissing his temple, kissing Yuuri wherever he can reach, “I’ve got you, honey. I’ve got you.”

They reach a standstill with Yuuri’s face plastered against Victor’s shirt and Victor with his mouth pressed into Yuuri’s hair, both of them breathing slowly, quiet and soft in the middle of the kitchen. The tears stop soon and make Yuuri’s eyes feel sore and tired but god does it feel cathartic to let it out.

Finally, Yuuri shifts in place and raises his head just a little, enough to look at Victor. “Thank you,” he says again, breaking the silence.

“Anytime, solnyshko. I’m here for you.” Victor glances down at Yuuri and smiles. Then, as if remembering something, he furrows his eyebrows. “Is this about the glasses?” Victor asks seriously, still confused about the situation. “Because you know, it really isn’t a big deal to me. I’ll clean them for you every day if it’s what you want, Yuuri. Are they being a hassle? Should I buy you contacts instead—”

Yuuri barks out a wet laugh, blinking wetness away from his eyelashes. There he goes again. How can Victor turn such simple words into the most touching statements and do it with a straight face?

“Is it about the glasses?” Victor asks insistently, a hint of whining making its way to his voice the more Yuuri grins at him. “Yuuri. Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuuuuriiii, answer meeeee.”

Yuuri shakes his head, smiling a real smile for the first time since the day began, and pulls Victor down for a proper kiss. They taste like tears and flour but Yuuri can feel the adoration from the Victor presses in for more, lips soft and hands warm as he curls around Yuuri out of habit.

When they part, Yuuri lets out a sigh and rests his forehead against Victor’s. “It’s not the glasses,” Yuuri tells with a smile that says it doesn’t matter anymore, “but I’m okay now. Thank you for asking anyway. You’re too sweet.”

“Not true,” Victor defends, even as he cuddles Yuuri impossibly closer. Yuuri laughs. “I’m the right amount of sweet.”

Yuuri grins. “Too sweet,” he whispers.

In response, Victor kisses him again until they’re both laughing and covered in flour and dough and Yuuri has never felt happier.

(Later, Yuuri will still bake the stupid dough and it will still come out as a stupid, dry bread. But Victor will exclaim “Wow!” and take pictures of it to post on his Instagram anyway as they cuddle on the couch with Makkachin, so for now, Yuuri simply smiles and lets it go.)

this fic is inspired by this fan art (http://haedraulics.tumblr.com/post/164235525655/its-not-about-the-glasses-hc-that-victor) by haedraulics who is an awesome artist. Thank you so much for giving me the permission to write a fic for your art! <3

#yoi #yoi fic #victuuri #haedraulics #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #in which Yuuri's glasses are a metaphor for his heart #and Victor fixes both

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45789 · 3 years

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White Lace & Promises | wedding-themed eruri zine

💌 The zine will be available in printed and digital forms; current specifications are subject to change.

💌 It will be SFW and split its proceeds between contributors and a progressive charity of choice!

💌 This project will be modded by @HAEDRAULICS + @_45789 !

💌 Though the theme is 'wedding', many aspects of union and ceremony are invited to be explored, including with darker or melancholy tones (as appropriate for AoT)!

💌 Applications for contributors will run for two weeks from JULY 24 - AUG 7. We will be asking for small samples of work from both artists and writers!

💌 Please make sure the current project schedule works for you before applying.

💌 If you have any questions, ask us on our curiouscat and we'll be happy to answer.

LINKS: twitter | curiouscat | carrd

#eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #zine #zine applications #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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lostcauses-noregrets · 11 months

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Hi I'm a bit new here so I'm not sure if this has been asked before. Are there any Eruri fics where Erwin survived instead of Armin? Ty in advance!

Hi Anon, welcome to the fandom! There's a wealth of of amazing fic and art for you to discover. You probably won't be surprised to know that authors have been writing "Erwin lives" fics since Midnight Sun was first published in 2016. There are currently 124 Eruri fics tagged Erwin lives on AO3, here's a few I can recommend...

peony-dense flesh by ackermom

In These Fallen Leaves by @masksarehot2

Mal by @elivra-fanfiction & @zorthania

Warm by @elivra-fanfiction & @zorthania

Relinquish, Reclaim by @huxandthehound

Tiny Beautiful Things by The_Wolves

What Remains by @haedraulics

The Flap of a Butterfly's Wings by @drbuttonsss

Stranger by NoMoreTears707

A Long Way From Home by @2dsheep

Coup de Grace by @cherryamber

I also have an older rec list of Titan Erwin fics that's worth checking out too.

#asks #eruri #fic rec #erwin lives #snk

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willgrahamrper · 2 years

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________[ art by Haedraulics on Twitter ]________

- [another random starter. Feel free to dm me if you’d like to rp]

Will slumped his body on top of Randall Tier. Hands roughly impacting with his face as he let out the aggression that has been bubbling deep within him. Though as his fists worked at pummeling his face, the face began to mesh into a different one. A more familiar face. Hannibal’s. A flame flickering within him has grown into a raging fire and he worked roughly to damage the other. At this point it was no longer Randall Tier. It was Hannibal. All Hannibal. Panting heavily as the blood splattered onto his face and flicked off from his bloodied fists. All he could think about was making the other bloody. With his bare hands. As he had stated he would kill the other. He would use his bare hands and oh did he love the thought of it. A shiver quickly traveling up his spine as excitement and adrenaline rushed through him. The gratification. Oh he adored this feeling. He wanted to keep himself in this moment. With his heart racing and his eyes watching as Hannibal’s face was pushed to the side from the force of his punches. For a second he stopped himself. Taking in the look of the other. Face bloodied and a smile that he could only assume was an acknowledgment that he had molded Will into exactly the kind of person he wished for him to be at the start. His chest heaving while he took a good look at the other.

Hannibal looked gorgeous this way. Blood pooling on the ground and on his lips. Will wanted to see more of this. More of Hannibal’s suffering. His blood rushing to an unexpected area. His eyes wandering down himself at the realization of what had happened. He was enjoying this much more than he should have and his body seemed to react unexpectedly. Shaking his head dismissively at himself he gave the other one last solid punch. His brief mirage fading to look at the man beneath him beaten to death. He knew exactly what he would do next. His hand gripping the other tightly and seating him in his car. After l quite a bit of driving he had reached his destination. With intentions to confront Hannibal directly. So he trudged out with the body in hand. Simply letting himself in and haphazardly throwing the body onto Hannibal’s dining table. His gaze cold. Unnerving. “I brought you some fresh meat.” He spoke calmly. Firmly even. His eyes narrowing as he circled around to the other side. “I think you’d be delighted to know that I thought of you while I was doing this.”

Will spoke with seemingly no emotion until he tapped his fingers lightly against the material of the table. “You sent him after me. I think that would make us even now. I sent someone to kill you and you-“ he paused. Inhaling deeply and looking over at the corpse on the table. “Sent someone to kill me.” He whispered while he gradually leaned his head back. “I thought of you as I was killing him.” He swallowed harshly. The fond memory quickly rushing back to him and igniting that same invigorated feeling he had felt earlier. “I was envisioning him as you..” he spoke in a hushed manner. Hands soaked in blood and heavily bruised. Lifting his hands up just slightly to examining his knuckles and watching as Hannibal went and examined his knuckles as well. Taking Will’s hand and holding it in his own with a raise of his brows. “You killed him how you envisioned yourself killing me. Did it feel good to you, Will?” He inquired and tilted his head just a bit. Their gaze meeting while Will licked over his lips calmly and slowly nodded. “Yes. Yes it did.” Maybe a bit too good. He shifted his gaze back to his hand. A weak sigh parting his lips while he dismissively shook his head.

- [I apologize that this starter was shorter than I wanted it to be! ]

#hannibal #hannibal rp #literate roleplay #mature rp #rp #will graham #nbc hannibal #hannibal roleplay #hannibal nbc #hannibal x will #hannigram rp #hannigram #murder husbands #randall tier #rp starter #open starter

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