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[surelynotsid]

a hannigram drabble; slight nsfw

"How have you been, Will?" Hannibal asks him with a cock of his head.

Will's hands feel clammy as he stares at the man sitting in the chair before him. He has one leg draped over the other with a careless class. He's sitting there, his fingers resting against his temple, propping his head up.

Will twists his fingers together. He's not nervous. He never is when it comes to Hannibal. He knows Hannibal like he is a reflection of himself. They are one in the same.

Will is not nervous, no, he's agitated; annoyed. Hannibal is sitting there so unbothered and that bothers him.

Will knows him. He can crawl around in his mind like they are connected somehow. Invisible tendrils snaking from his mind to Wills. Will knows who he is and what he's done.

What annoys him though is that their connection runs both ways. Where he knows Hannibal like he's his favourite poem that he's memorised every word to. That he recites everyday, that he worships and obsesses over. His tongue snaking around each familiar word, his heart Iurching in his chest at the suspense though he already knows the way it ends. He's read it a million times and will read it a million times more.

He knows Hannibal, just as Hannibal knows him. So it annoys him that Hannibal knows that he knows, and that he also knows he's not going to do anything about it. Which was true. He was his favourite poem after all and Will is not ready to stop reading it, not ready to stop obsessing over it. He has not yet tired from the words. Not when he knows it so well. Not when it's a reflection of everything he's afraid to be, or terrified he's becoming. Not when he may be the only one on this god forsaken planet that knows him.

Despite that fact, it still bothers him.

"Fine," is his clipped response as Hannibal still sits there smugly because he knows.

"Have you been taking your meds?" he asks.

Will shakes his head, "they make me feel. . . detached," he admitted. He doesn't feel himself when he's on them. He feels tethered and his mind gets foggy. He doesn't like It when that happens. He feels the connection to Hannibal weakening, and he hates not knowing him.

Hannibal sighs, "they are there to help," he says a little exasperated.

"Well it doesn't feel like it," Will snaps.

"They are to keep you balanced, collected, not to mention to help you sleep," Hannibal lectures, although there's a small smile hidden between his words. He lectures because he's the doctor and he's very committed to his role even if Will knows. It's a game.

Hannibal knows Will and so he knows what the pills were doing to his mind. He likes that he's off them, but that contradicts his role as the doctor.

"Have you been sleeping?" Hannibal asks eventually.

"Sometimes," Will answers honestly. He lets out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching, "you’re always there though," he adds.

Hannibal's lips twitch slightly, "how so?" he asks as if he doesn't already know.

It's a game, and Hannibal always seems to coax Will into playing.

"In my dreams," Will replies, swallowing, "you haunt my dreams. It's sinful. I do things—we do things that would put the devil's sins to shame."

HannibaI looks all too pleased with himself as he shifts in his seat. "Do you ever dream about killing me, Will?" he asks and when Will nods he looks oddly proud.

"How would you do it?" he asked, seemingly curious, biting back the sadistic grin itching to break out.

Will shifted on the couch, his eyelids fluttering as he looked over at Hannibal. He flattened his palms against his thighs, an attempt to ground himself; to control himself. He swiped his tongue over his lips, and watched as Hannibal's eyes flickered down catching the movement. It's hot and he can't quite organise his thoughts, not enough to answer.

"Would you use a gun?" he asked.

Will immediately shook his head, "no," he murmured breathless, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Hannibal's widened in amusement, "no?" he repeated. "Too merciful?" he guessed.

Will swallowed thickly, "too … distant," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Distant?" Hannibal questioned feigning confusion as If he didn't understand. He knew what Will meant, but it was a game, and he wanted Will to play. To explain it.

"I wanna…" he trailed off trying to find the perfect way to explain it, but his mind was scattered and his breathing was shallow. "I want to feel it. I want to feel you,” he admitted, his heart lurching in his chest at the mere thought.

Hannibal smirked from where he sat, “so your hands then," he said, quirking a brow.

Will looked down at his lap where hadn't realised he had begun fiddling with his fingers again. He blinked, looking back up at the man in front of him. He nodded, “y-yes with my hands," he stuttered breathlessly.

Of course with his hands. He wants to wrap them around his neck. To watch the life slip from his eyes, to feel it.

"Will," his low sultry voice pulls him from his fantasy. Will snaps his head up, his pupils blown, lips parted, cheeks flushed. "What else do you dream about?"

Will clamped his eyes shut, heat crawling up his spine snaking up his neck dusting the tips of his ears. "You know," he mumbled.

"Tell me, Will," Hannibal demanded.

Play the game, Will.

He opened his eyes meeting Hannibal's forceful gaze, heavy with hunger like he's ready to devour Will whole.

"Sometimes—" Will inhales sharply, pressing his thighs together, "sometimes you take to my body with a knife like an artist takes to his canvas with a brush," he mumbles hastily, shame woven into his words. Shame that stems from the fact he likes those dreams the most. The ones where Hannibal is all over him, suffocating him. Where he drags a blade across his skin making him squirm and writhe beneath him. Breathy gasps escaping his lips when Hannibal presses the blade down strong enough to draw blood, which Hannibal will then lean down to drag his tongue over the wound, tasting his blood, tasting him.

Will usually wakes up with a gasp, his shirt sticking to him like a second skin, his pants painfully tight. Shame keeps its watch as he snakes a hand down to palm himself taking pleasure from such sadistic torture.

"Why are you here, Will?" Hannibal asks the one question that crossed their minds the moment Will showed up at his office. He gets to his feet disappearing behind his desk. Will watches him silently as he tugs open the bottom drawer pulling out a bottle of bourbon. He pours a little into a crystal glass before taking a gulp.

Will watches the action intently, watching the column of his throat bobbing as he swallows. His lips wrapping around the rim of the glass. His thick fingers holding it to his mouth. There's nothing inherently sexual about it, but Will squirms nonetheless.

"I know who you are," he responded eventually.

Hannibal's lips twitch from behind his glass as he takes another sip. He rests against the corner of his desk placing his drink carefully on a coaster. He drags his gaze to meet Wills from across the room. He doesn't look surprised, he knew and Will knew that too.

"Is that so?" he murmurs softly.

"Mhm," Will hums.

"You're not afraid," he acknowledges.

"I know you," Will whispers like that explains everything.

Hannibal pushes himself off his desk. Will's heart rose in his throat with every step. Hannibal stopped right in front of him and Will gulped, moving his gaze to his hands not being able to meet his eyes.

Hannibal reached out, grasping Will's chin, directing his face. A shudder ripples through him at the contact as his lips part slightly.

Hannibal looks at him intrigued, amused. He moves his thumb up tugging on Will's bottom lip.

Will stares up at him through hooded eyes, glazed over with a shameful sort of desperation.

Hannibal moves his thumb forcing it between Will's lips and into his mouth. Will doesn't know why, he doesn't know what possesses him to do but he sucks around his thumb. And the pleased smile that forms on Hannibal's lip makes him keen.

"What are you doing here, Will?" he whispered, because Will hadn't answered, not really.

Will swallows, looking away. He shifted, "i told you—"

"Come now, Will," Hannibal scoffed lightly, snaking his hand down to settle comfortably around the column of Will's throat. "You know," he mocked, "yes, but what are you going to do with your knowledge?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I," Will cuts himself off harshly. Hannibal squeezes gently at his neck, and an undignified noise falls from Will's lips. He arches into Hannibal's hold, "I—Jack won't believe me," Will stammers.

Hannibal's eyes gleam, "no he won't."

Will swallows, "I can prove it," he murmurs.

Hannibal cocks his head almost mockingly, "can you?"

Will nods, his lips part but he doesn't speak.

Hannibal's eyes rake down the length of him. "You have a beautiful mind, Will, I'll give you that. But with understanding chaos, comes chaos itself, and you Will, you're thriving in it. You can't prove anything, because in order to do so you will have to accept you're exactly like me. Twin flames Will. The very thing that makes me burn is inside you too," Hannibals says, his voice low and Will's stomach flips.

He shoves his hands between his thighs, "I'm not like you," he whispers unconvincingly.

Hannibal quirks a brow at him, "would you ever hurt anyone, Will?"

Will shakes his head hastily, "no," he spits, lurching out of his seat standing against the length of him. It's fast, and defensive to hide his own shame.

"That was quick," Hannibal comments, staring down at him, a bemused glint in his eyes .

"I wouldn't," Will tries again, holding some strength to his voice, his eyes flickering around Hannibals face .

Hannibal looks down at him, his expression darkening. "What about me?" he asks simply.

Will falters and Hannibal notices a sinister smirk tugging at his lips.

"You just told me you wanted to kill me, Will and how you want to feel it when you do. Sounds to me like you're perfectly capable of hurting someone," he says, his tongue wrapping around each word sensually. He's spitting lava, the words falling and singeing Will's skin.

It's so fucking hot, Will cant breathe. He can feel the heat radiating from Hannibal's body and Will wants to devour him. He's starving for it.

“I-I—that's different—you—you’re,” Will can't seem to string together a coherent thought, and Hannibal only watches him struggle, amused. Hannibal's gaze suddenly darkens and Will can see the horns poking through his head, and the scarlet glint in his eyes.

"You're hard," he comments, cupping him through his trousers.

Will's head tips back, a groan torn from his lips at the sudden contact as he ruts his hips into the awaiting palm eagerly welcoming the pleasure. "Please-" he whines, rocking his hip forward.

“Tell me Will,” Hannibal says through daring eyes.

Will’s too far gone, he doesn't understand, “w-what?” he stutters. His mind is a mess. Threads from one thought to another, a line down the middle separating desire with something darker, something more sinister. He’s trying to keep himself on the right side, but he’s not entirely sure which one is right when they are both so wrong. The lesser evil perhaps? But that doesn't change the fact that it’s still evil in nature. Will was at a crossroads, how was he supposed to choose between two evils? What did it say about him? The line was blurring, it was thinning, and shit, he had a foot on either side.

“Tell me who you are, Will,” Hannibal said darkly. And fuck, Will was staring into the dark abys of the devils eyes, and he saw his own reflection amoungst the chaos. “Tell me we’re the same, tell me you’re just as sane, just as insane as me. Tell me your hands are capable of the very thing mine have done. Tell me you wouldn't love the red staining your skin. Tell me we are the same; two halves of a whole. Alike,” he whispered, his lips against Will's ear.

The words were spinning in his head. Same. We. Capable. We. Me. You. Red. We. Skin. Skin. Skin. Alike. Alike.

A Like.

A L ike

A L I ke

A L I K E.

And Will was drowning in him. Hannibal was grinning above him watching as Will burned at his hand. Every inch of his skin was on fire, he was suffocating on the smoke. But Will wanted more. He wanted Hannibal to burn alongside him, their ashes mixing in the chaos, in the fire, in the desire. Because that was it was, desire. Will wanted to kill him, wanted to devour him, wanted to kiss him. All things that contradict one another, because he couldn't have it all.

A choice had to be made.

Which desire was strongest?

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[kamvkoma]

1 fire emblem, 2 shuake, 3 Hannibal, 4 fate zero & dangan Ronpa

thanks pal :---) 

fire emblem

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: ike

Least Favorite character: god idk theres so many bad ones. ill go w oliver or w/e his name was. the guy who wanted to bad touch reyson.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ikesoren, uhhhhh....its hard to think of more than that lmaooo. tibarn/reyson, m!corrin/niles, lucina/gerome, oh i guess raven/lucius??? that was hard lol.

Character I find most attractive: i want ike to punch me but also tbh yall i still think kaze is (eyes emoji) i mean his tiddies r out n everything

Character I would marry: im not gonna say ike again so i’ll say . chrom because thats who i accidentally default married in awakening lol.

Character I would be best friends with: nina

a random thought: why are there only two ikes in FEH? give us more ike

An unpopular opinion: i don’t actually like all of the girl tiddy fanservice in FEH. i feel like nobody really cares about that but the fanservice is def really one-sided. as per usual w japanese games.

my canon OTP: m!corrin/niles 

Non-canon OTP: ikesoren

most badass character: frederick’s crit line still fucks me up to this day

pairing I am not a fan of: any of the pseudo-incest pairings in fates lol.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): tharja used to be more interesting i think but now shes just fanservice.

favourite friendship: eliwood and hector are my boys 

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: shigure is MY SON

shuake

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it: honestly not really until like halfway through the game, and then i sort of stopped after That Thing happened, and then it returned with a vengeance after beating the game.

my thoughts: i love them so much and pls give them a happy ending plssndjfsjsn

What makes me happy about them: they were fated to be rivals but IN THE END THEIR WISHES BECAME ONE....,,,

What makes me sad about them: GORO IS FUCKIN FAKE DEAD . i refuse to believe hes actually dead but its still sad. 

things done in fanfic that annoys me: im...im gonna say it....akira bottoming lmaoooo. 

things I look for in fanfic: (whispers) goro bottoming......BUT ALSO.... fluff honestly theres enough angst in goros entire fucking life thank u very much just give me cute boys being cute.

My kinks: love and affection

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one lol,,,, i used to ship them w other ppl but i cant now.

My happily ever after for them: goro comes back from being fake dead and wants to make amends for everything but the PT already accept him and are really happy hes alive and he and akira start dating and live together and are happy and cute the end.

hannibal

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: piece of shit. love him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: will.......... and also kinda thirsty scarf dad from that one ep of season 3.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: hannibal and bedelia are pretty interesting together.

My unpopular opinion about this character: i dont even know honestly i feel like everyones pretty much in agreement about how to feel about him lol. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: shoulda fucked will 

my het ship: none

my fem/slash ship: hannigram

my OTP: hannigram

my OT3: uhhhh none.

my cross over ship: no idea. lets ship him w another mads character. madscest.

my kink: his compassion for will being inconvenient.

a head cannon: he and will get married after season 3

my gender bend: um. hannah lecter. exactly the same as hannibal lecter but a woman now. 

fate/zero and dangan ronpa

004 | send me 2 fandoms and I will give you my crossover OTP: kiritsugu takes a very utilitarian stance in his philosophy, and i feel like komaeda does too...so it’d be interesting to see them together. plus they both have tragic af back stories. 

#shishkips