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Hannibal brainrot is eternal.

Tell me why I was just listening to "love story" by Taylor Swift and when the bridge came on, my mind went straight to season 3 Hannibal waiting for Will in the BSHCI

I got tired of waiting, wonderin' if you were ever comin' around

My faith in you was fading...

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you, but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

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Imagine Hannibal losing control of his bowels and trembling and whimpering through the agony while clinging to Will and sinking down to the ground when both knees give out. Imagine Will trying to calm Hannibal and checking every now and then to make sure no one's spotted them. Imagine Will lowering himself down to Hannibal's level and cradling Hannibal by the waist to keep him up and rubbing over his cramping stomach. Imagine Hannibal's face, wet with tears of agony and shame, tucked under Will's chin and Hannibal's whimpers puffing against Will's neck. Imagine Hannibal regressing in response to the putrid scent of feces; remembering finding Mischa's milk teeth in the toilet. Imagine Will's palm cradling the back of Hannibal's skull and feeling unmoored when Hannibal utters a heart-stopping word.

"Tėvelis."

Will doesn't understand the meaning, but the tremble and vulnerability in Hannibal's voice is unfamiliar.

"What?" Will asks, voice gentle. "Tell me in English, darlin'."

A minute passes. Then, Hannibal's breath shudders around another sob. "Daddy."

@cedarxwing i just reread that little excerpt you showed me months ago about Hannibal's trauma with the scent of 💩 and came up with this. maybe i'll turn it into an actual fic one day!

Post-Fall Hannibal and Will are at a gathering (to blend in), and Hannibal's stomach is still sensitive. They've just finished dinner and Hannibal's stomach is gurgling and bloated. They're standing around, sipping on wine glasses. Hannibal sets a half-empty glass on the nearest table. He's desperate to find a bathroom yet doesn't want to cause a scene, mostly because it may upset Will. He excuses himself and scans the room in hopes of finding a bathroom; all the while barely able to breathe past the sharp pain burrowing beneath each rib. He knows something is bound to come out one way or another. Each step becomes less stable. His pulse is thrumming loud enough to drown out the rest of the world and Will's footsteps. He gasps when a set of fingers curl around one wrist.

"Where are you going?" Will asks. He notices rising panic wash over Hannibal's features--a foreign sight.

Hannibal's stomach clenches, wrenching free a whimper. "Bathroom, please." He won't be able to control it much longer. He knows and doesn't want to cause a scene, much less shit himself in front of Will. He blinks past a sting of fresh tears, accent thickening. "Will, I-I need a bathroom."

Then, Will softens in understanding and leads Hannibal away from the crowd (first, asking a waiter where the nearest bathroom is; unfortunately, upstairs). Hannibal is sweating now, palm sliding against Will's own and finger's trembling in their squeeze. He's gentle when the need arises; when Hannibal's footsteps begin to slow and whimpers become a constant background noise; when Hannibal needs to brace himself against the nearest concrete wall, and wrap an arm around a swollen and aching belly; when Hannibal's knees begin to shake.

"Will," Hannibal rasps, voice curling around an emerging sob. "I won't make it. Too far."

Post-Fall Hannibal and Will are at a gathering (to blend in), and Hannibal's stomach is still sensitive. They've just finished dinner and Hannibal's stomach is gurgling and bloated. They're standing around, sipping on wine glasses. Hannibal sets a half-empty glass on the nearest table. He's desperate to find a bathroom yet doesn't want to cause a scene, mostly because it may upset Will. He excuses himself and scans the room in hopes of finding a bathroom; all the while barely able to breathe past the sharp pain burrowing beneath each rib. He knows something is bound to come out one way or another. Each step becomes less stable. His pulse is thrumming loud enough to drown out the rest of the world and Will's footsteps. He gasps when a set of fingers curl around one wrist.

"Where are you going?" Will asks. He notices rising panic wash over Hannibal's features--a foreign sight.

Hannibal's stomach clenches, wrenching free a whimper. "Bathroom, please." He won't be able to control it much longer. He knows and doesn't want to cause a scene, much less shit himself in front of Will. He blinks past a sting of fresh tears, accent thickening. "Will, I-I need a bathroom."

Then, Will softens in understanding and leads Hannibal away from the crowd (first, asking a waiter where the nearest bathroom is; unfortunately, upstairs). Hannibal is sweating now, palm sliding against Will's own and finger's trembling in their squeeze. He's gentle when the need arises; when Hannibal's footsteps begin to slow and whimpers become a constant background noise; when Hannibal needs to brace himself against the nearest concrete wall, and wrap an arm around a swollen and aching belly; when Hannibal's knees begin to shake.

"Will," Hannibal rasps, voice curling around an emerging sob. "I won't make it. Too far."

fanfic idea set post-episode 3x10: Hannibal is sick on his birthday and regresses. Normally, he would try to resist the urge, but there are so many emotions swirling inside his head and Will's still angry with him after sending Dolarhyde after Molly.

Will debates visiting Hannibal today, uncertain whether or not to, until Alana calls to cancel his next visitation with Hannibal planned three days later as a precaution because Hannibal's fallen ill. Then Will does decide to visit today and becomes frustrated when Alana tries to explain Hannibal shouldn't be seeing anyone today. Will says: "He's sick, I know. I still want to see him. I brought cake." Then Alana explains Hannibal age-regressed and isn't responding to anyone.

Will steps into the room where Hannibal's cell is and sees Hannibal curled up in bed, facing the wall, wrists chained to the bed. He's carrying a small box with a slice of vanilla cake. Hannibal is gasping through a coughing fit and Will rushes over to pat him on the back. Then Hannibal's glassy eyed gaze meets Will's and Will knows instantly little Hannibal is the most endearing, heartbreaking thing in the world. Imagine little Hannibal being shy and timid because he still believes Will is angry with him. imagine Will having to reassure little Hannibal and coax him to eat bites of cake (which he handfeeds Hannibal). imagine little Hannibal wanting to be held (or at least touched) and Will holds him and runs gentle fingers through his hair and whispers "Happy Birthday" as little Hannibal falls asleep.

does anyone else constantly think about the way Hannibal said "we will make it together" in 2x10 when he thought they were cooking freddie together... and weep at how excited and soft Hannibal sounded in that moment? babygirl was seriously falling in love 😭 imagine Hannibal being so excited to cook that meal with Will because it would be his very first time sharing the cannibalistic side of himself with someone he believed accepted him and wanted to share that aspect of his life; wanted to be close in a way he'd never been with anyone before. imagine young Hannibal eating alone after his very first kill and believing this was how it would always be; having to stay hidden and eat these particular meals alone because no one in their right mind would feel comfortable eating what he cooked and made into something beautiful if they knew.

then, Hannibal met Will. don't even get me started on Hannibal's shy smile when they were eating together after cooking because can you imagine all the emotions swirling inside his mind? of finally being seen and accepted? and Will is still here sitting at the table encouraging Hannibal's eating habits?

and then Hannibal learns it was all a ruse?

running into a corner to sob for all eternity

i think about this all the time omg 😭 i read a fic about years where Will cooked Hannibal Lithuanian foods and he had a mini breakdown. and i have not stopped thinking about it since 💔

Do you guys ever think about how he never cooks food that would be familiar to him from childhood/Lithuania because I’m thinking about how he never cooks food that would be familiar to him from his childhood/Lithuania

wailing my booty off omg 🥹🩵 thank you for such kind words. post-fall domesticity is my fave thing to write. also i second everything you said about "silk and lace" and "compimento" because those are my fave vulnerable Hannibal fics !! i also recommend anything else written by cerviidae because every fic of theirs is absolutely beautiful!! <3

Hannigram Short Fanfic Review List!

Hey, friends! It's official: I made it through the list of short fics I've been recommended!

As a reminder, the criteria that was voted on for short fanfictions was capped at anything less than 10k words. All works in this review can be found on AO3 and will be linked via the fic title!

Disclaimer: As always, mind the tags and use your best judgement as to whether you want to read the fic. Have fun!

Reviews under the cut. :)

Something Else

Author: HotMolasses ( @hotmolasses @snazzymolasses )

Word count: 2,137

Summary: “Why didn’t you pull away, Will?” he said, genuine curiosity in his voice. “When I was mere inches from you, with a deadly blade in my hand, you leaned toward me. Did you hope I would kill you?”

Will shut his eyes from pain as he was suddenly jerked back to that moment. He tilted his face away from Hannibal and tried to shove the memory away, the betrayal he had felt, even though he had rightly deserved it, after everything he had done.

He didn’t think about Abigail. Hannibal wasn’t talking about that part anyway.

He forced his eyes open but found himself unable to meet Hannibal’s gaze. He stared at the floor and steeled himself. He had promised honesty, and for once, Hannibal had earned it.

“Because I wasn’t thinking you were going to gut me.” he said. “When you put your hand on my face, stroked my cheek I thought…” the room blurred around the edges because Will had kept his eyes fixed to a single spot on the floor for so long. Now he forced them to look into Hannibal’s face. “I thought you were going to do something else.”

h e l p. This fic is short, but it manages to have just the right blend of angst and sweetness that really makes me crave more. I like everything I've read from HotMolasses, but this might have to be my favorite.

First of Many

Author: solarteacup

Word count: 2,204

Summary: a take on Will and Hannibal's first kiss for valentine's day

Short and sweet, very cute. Exchanging shy smiles always gets to me, and I love the first kiss trope!

Breathe

Author: solarteacup

Word count: 2,501

Summary: Will gives Hannibal a very enthusiastic blowjob

Wait. Wait. Asthmatic Hannibal?! I didn't know I needed this until reading this fic. As someone who has suffered from asthma attacks my entire life, I feel seen, but I was also completely thrown for a loop! It was well written, too, and it wasn't the entire focus, just a detail thrown in for the plot (effects of damage from the fall??) but I ended up really loving it! Bonus points for dominant Will. 🤭

Crave, then Succumb

Author: coffeeinrain ( @coffee-in-rain )

Word count: 2,521

Summary: Hannibal receives a second hug post-fall, while high as a kite on morphine, and ends up unraveling in Will's arms.

This is sweet and fluffy from the get-go, with some good old fashioned hurt-comfort thrown in. I love the domesticity in this fic, Will being gentle with Hannibal after the fall is one of my weaknesses. I adore the vulnerable Hannibal tag, it's another one of my weaknesses; I love to see that big man fall apart, only to be lovingly pieced back together. We love gentle Will Graham and post-fall domesticity!

Silk and Lace

Author: jonnimir

Word count: 3,105

Summary: Kinktober Day 9: Lingerie.

Bedelia leaves Hannibal and Will a gift at the house on the cliff.

Okay, this was sweeter than I expected it to be! I really liked this fic, it has some warm fuzzy feelings, a lot of gentleness, and submissive Hannibal. I love the first-time-since-prison trope tbh, and this fic is actually quite cute despite being smut. It's not graphic, but it still does a good job at describing the scenes. I would read this again.

Fever

Author: solarteacup

Word count: 3,181

Summary: Will is sick and begs Hannibal to take care of him

Honestly, this one wasn't my favorite, but I promised to review every fic recommended to me. In the spirit of honesty, I don't particularly enjoy fics with needy bottom Will, but that's just me. Anyway, not my cup of tea, but it might be yours. Let me know what y'all think if you read it. :)

You May Be a Sinner But Your Innocence is Mine

Author: multifandom_fanfic_writer

Word count: 3,198

Summary: “Hello,” Will said. He wanted to say something else, something to convey his relief at Hannibal being alive, being okay, but he didn’t know what to say.

“Hello,” Hannibal responded. His eyes were bright. “You are very beautiful.”

I've read this one before, so this is a reread for me! I love amnesia fics, there's something about them that I just enjoy. It's another short and sweet one, nothing too plot driven, just a cute little "what if?" fic that ends on a good note.

Revved Up

Author: solarteacup

Word count: 4,814

Summary:Hannibal watches Will fix the car and gets turned on.

I liked this one! There's very few fics by solarteacup I don't enjoy, so it comes as no surprise to me that I did enjoy this one. I love a needy Hannibal and a dominant Will making him beg. One of my favorite tropes is strong characters not knowing how to ask for what they want because they've never had to.

Letter

Author: HotMolasses

Word count: 4,307

Summary: Hannibal,

"I long to be near you. To touch you, to taste you. Desperate, even. I burn with fire whenever you walk into the room...

...At no point in our relationship have you asked anything you wanted from me. You have only taken. And now you had better take the rest. Ask me for nothing. Do not attempt to have a conversation with me about this. I’ll deny even having written this letter. I don’t want to talk about it. I want you to take. Take what you want from me, Hannibal Lecter, or you will never get it." -Will.

This one was partly an attempt for me to branch out and explore the dubcon/cnc tag(s), and I did enjoy this fic. I think it captures Will's mentality around Hannibal taking from him and being put off when Hannibal actually asks instead of just taking more. That being said, I still prefer the sweet fics where both of them are treading lightly post fall, but this one was good for me! I like it.

To Be Seen

Author: solarteacup

Word count: 5,855

Summary: As he closed his eyes, he heard a sharp click of Hannibal’s tongue and a tight grip on his jaw. Hannibal brought Will’s face forward. “Eyes on me.” Hannibal rubbed a little faster and Will’s breath hitched low in his chest. “When you look away, you deny others the privilege of seeing all of you.”

Will goes to Hannibal in distress and gets relief he didn't expect.

While this does have a very dominant Hannibal and hot office sex, it was surprisingly tender! There's not much else I can say other than that I really enjoyed this one.

Compimento

Author: cervviidae ( @cervviidae )

Word count: 9,580

Summary: His day orbits around Will. Every thought, every action is steeped in him. Hannibal waits for him to return from work, the hours stretching long and thin in his absence. He folds Will’s flannels. He organizes Will’s books, running his fingers over their spines as though touching them might bring him closer to Will. He cleans and cooks, each moment filled with the quiet refrain of Will, Will, Will.

- or -

Hannibal learns what it's like to be Will's husband.

I absolutely love the exploration of Hannibal's feelings in this fic. His thoughts surrounding Will and their love are so poetic, yet heartachingly simple. This fic has one of my favorite tropes, which of course is "loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done." I don't see this trope enough in relation to the way Hannibal feels about Will. The simple softness of their relationship and Hannibal being truly content with domesticity instead of the violence and bloodshed he had expected to come of their union. Absolutely wonderful. And the smut? Perfection, exquisite. The ferality of their lovemaking still manages to be tender. I could read this a million times over. This might be my all time favorite as of writing this review.

imagine Will and Hannibal sharing a bed on a boat post-fall. Hannibal is in a coma. Will keeps watch over Hannibal when his own recovery is improving steadily. Hannibal starts to improve little by little. imagine Will using the bathroom in the morning and coming back to bed and being shocked at the sight of Hannibal's mouth parted (like when you're asleep and can't help it) and he sees Hannibal's cute little fangs peaking out and wants to cry and brush them, knowing Hannibal's mouth must be dry. imagine Will opening Hannibal's mouth further to inspect them and see how adorably pointy they are. then Will pulls the corners of Hannibal's mouth up to form a "smile" and damn near ugly cries because the sight of Hannibal smiling or ever showing his teeth is a foreign concept.

Here it is! Hannibal regressing at the cliff house occurs in chapter 3 (there are content warnings in the author's note of that chapter).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58286659/chapters/148434385

How do we feel about Hannibal regressing at the cliff house because he's so overwhelmed with being in Will's presence once again?

Because I'm already 6k words deep into writing a fic about it 😭 I've never taken this long to write a fic before (started in late January), but I think I might be cooking something up

me, trying to write a carefree pwp for the first time ever, but then the beginning somehow becomes 1k words where Hannibal and Will live in a secluded cottage in Ireland and have a little farm with chickens post-fall because of an apocalypse (though it's really Will being manipulative and lying to keep Hannibal from venturing off and possibly being seen) and Hannibal's amnesiac mind trusts everything Will says because mentally Hannibal is 18 years-old and developing a crush on the first person who understands him and accepts him after being freshly rejected by Lady Murasaki) and they haven't even kissed yet: damn the plot has in fact plotted again 😔

Intro Post

name: ophelia (or ophie if you don't feel like spelling it out lol)

i've realized i'm trans within the last year and even though i prefer they/he pronouns now i don't think names have to be gendered. and ophelia is a name i've always loved since my teenage years. so it feels fitting to pick something new that fits with me a little better now. i understand people may forget to use 'ophelia' because it's nothing i've ever used in fandom, so it is totally okay if anyone calls me coffee instead. either is fine with me <3

i'm an adult (twenties). minors DNI because it's for my own comfort. please respect that. i write mature and sometimes explicit content. if i don't see your age (indicating your 18+) in your profile then i won't interact with you.

i love writing Hannigram fics centered around Hannibal being vulnerable. also whump, too, because it is sooo scrumptious to explore Hannibal's composure shattering and Will being there to witness it. anyone can send me fic prompts or send me a ramble in my ask page box (is that what it's called? 😭 idk but mine is titled "yap with me! ♡") to discuss Hannibal's vulnerability because i would love love love to yap my heart out about it with y'all (especially regarding regressed Hannibal/little Hannibal)!!

i use the tag "traumatized hannibal my beloved" and (and my newest one: "housewife hannibal my beloved") for nearly every (if not all) of my rambles about Hannibal's vulnerability. the tag "coffeeasks" is where i answer questions/respond to people's ask submissions! the tag "coffee rambles" is where my rambles go.

here is my vulnerable Hannibal fic rec list

(i might reorganize it one day very soon).

my AO3 is coffeeinrain!

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots --Chapter 4 -- (Hannibal regresses at the cliff house)

Here is the new chapter where Hannibal regresses! ohmygod I cannot believe it became 8k words (almost 9k), but I hope y'all enjoy it! Please make sure to read the content warnings in the author's note of chapter 4 because it is very different than anything I've ever written before. Enjoy <3

How do we feel about Hannibal regressing at the cliff house because he's so overwhelmed with being in Will's presence once again?

Because I'm already 6k words deep into writing a fic about it 😭 I've never taken this long to write a fic before (started in late January), but I think I might be cooking something up

southern Will being picky about sweet tea

Hannibal is dumbfounded when he tries to make Will sweet tea, but refuses to use that much sugar (because it's too extreme for Hannibal's european mind to handle) and so the tea ends up not nearly sweet enough.

Will takes a sip and grimaces and spits it out in the sink. He turns to Hannibal and sets down the glass. "I love you, honey, but that tastes like swamp water out of an alligator's ass."

Y'all just know Hannibal's heart would break and he would be crestfallen for the rest of the day and sit in silent horror as Will goes about the proper way to make sweet tea. He keeps asking Will if that much sugar is necessary, worried about Will getting diabetes.

Will says something like: "Lay off me, darlin'. It ain't killed me yet and I've been drinking it over half of my life." He kisses the crease between Hannibal's brows. "I'm sorry I insulted your attempt. It was very sweet of you to do." Then he makes Hannibal take a sip and says "that's what it should taste like" as Hannibal chokes on the sweetness.

My headcanon is while Hannibal would not be in love with how sweet it is, he would attempt to drink it or learn to like it because it's something Will loves. He's obsessed with anything and everything about Will. Even mundane things like Will's sweet tea preference.

Hannibal is breathless--precome welling around the catheter in ceaseless beadings. He's soaking Will's gloves--cock pulsing and stiffening with each abrupt shift of Will's wrist. He's lying on an inflatable air mattress in a cramped tent. He knows a catheter is necessary and would not mind it under any other circumstance. But it's dizzying to have Will insert it--movements as cautious as can be--murmuring soothing sounds as if Hannibal is a distressed stray in agony instead of whimpering through sharp waves of pleasure. He's leaking. He knows. He can't resist a pitifully needy thrust--body seeking friction on its own--something molten and torturously good spears into the very depths of Hannibal's cock--a pleasure unknown. He can't even think to stifle a voice-cracking moan. His toes and fingers curl in response, sweaty against the sheets. Opening his eyes is an impossible feat. He waits for the inevitable--for Will's gloved hand to retreat--for Will to recoil in discomfort. He feels a shocked breath stutter through a wail as fingers curl around his cock with intent--with breath stealing warmth--with a tender confidence--and begin to stroke--while the tubing of the catheter twists (slow and careful yet enough to wrench another tearful cry from straining lungs).

Will presses a kiss to Hannibal's kneecap, whispering gentle words of encouragement. He doesn't last long--pulsing and sweating and trembling. He can't last long at all--not when Will says "come on, cher, you're almost there."

Post-Fall Hannibal being so touch-starved that in the middle of having a catheter inserted every shred of composure snaps--and whimpering and thrusting up into Will's gloved hand is all Hannibal can do. Hannibal experiencing sounding via a catheter would slay in a fic. I have it halfway written, but maybe I'll finish it one day 🤭

Post-Fall Hannibal being so touch-starved that in the middle of having a catheter inserted every shred of composure snaps--and whimpering and thrusting up into Will's gloved hand is all Hannibal can do. Hannibal experiencing sounding via a catheter would slay in a fic. I have it halfway written, but maybe I'll finish it one day 🤭

bottom!hannibal that's it that's the post

this is how i imagine Hannibal looks whenever Will lights a fire for him in their fireplace on cold nights post-fall. Will knows Hannibal detests the cold and won't stand to see his precious pumpkin shiver for a single second.

the way Hannibal is avoiding Will's gaze when saying "for both of us" ???

somebody sedate me or else i'll wail my booty off about it for the rest of my life 😭 babygirl was so shy and uncertain in that moment. Hannibal went through life with the knowledge everyone around him viewed his violence as something ugly and unsettling (Lady Murasaki, Bedelia, Alana, Jack) until meeting Will. imagine a baby-faced Hannibal being rejected by his aunt when she says there is nothing left in him to love (can't remember the exact quote right now). imagine Hannibal pondering over those unforgettable words in regard to his relationship with Will during the last three years in the BSHCI, especially when Will became angry at him for sending Dolarhyde after Molly. imagine Hannibal still being uncertain at the cliff house: wondering if Will would let Dolarhyde kill him or if Will would kill him even after this moment, standing on the edge of the cliff, until Will responds with "it's beautiful"

imagine how life-changing it was for Hannibal to hear those words from Will.

words Hannibal's 20 year-old self probably never allowed himself to ever dream of hearing.

Romance peaked that day

*clears throat and taps mic three times*

Will's breath catching when Hannibal laughs in front of him for the first time or smiles in front of him for the first time.

Will witnesses Hannibal's laugh (a sweet and boyish rasp) one morning on accident after two fingers graze the unknowingly tickle-ish area of Hannibal's stomach while checking his gunshot wound for any signs of infection. Will realizes Hannibal is so babygirl and a housewife all wrapped up in one being and worth ruining one's entire life for. Will also realizes Hannibal's teeth are the cutest things in the entire world. That is when Will truly falls in love. During a random overcast morning as rain patters softly against the roof of their safe house.

sobbing because that's truly how it went down in Hannibal's mind. babygirl was so so blindsided and drunk on love for the first time ever 💔 @hannibalbabygirlifier this post made me think of you. let's sob together 🤧

Sorry for pretending I was killing for you, I'm turning you into the FBI btw.

Prompt- Hannibal unwillingly regressing during season 2b. Will is still angry at Hannibal for killing Beverly and Abigail, and thinks Hannibal is some emotionless being. Cue Will’s shock when something triggers Hannibal and Will has to watch over him. (I don’t know if this is anything but you just don’t see any Hannibal agere fics set in s2)

WILL SEEING LITTLE HANNIBAL DURING SEASON 2B??!!

live reaction of me reading this prompt. ohmygod ohmygod i love this so fucking much because you are so right, anon!! there are only a few fics where Hannibal regresses and most of them (not all) take place post-fall, though many years ago i read one or two that take place after Will leaves the BSHCI. right now i have a few different scenarios, but i'm gonna make a poll so people can decide what specifically triggers Hannibal into a regressed state.

here is the poll btw

tysm for sending in this prompt!! i'm almost finished with the chapter of my housewife Hannibal sequel where Will travels back in time to the cliff house and finds out Hannibal regressed while alone in the bathroom and cares for little Hannibal at the cliff house. (the chapter alone is 7k words right now holy hell 😭) when i finish that, i'll definitely be starting on this prompt! Hannibal regressing has me in a chokehold i swear to god

rebirth (explicit, 1.4k words)

Post-Fall, Hannibal needs Will's assistance to relearn how to perform even the most natural of tasks (such as reaching orgasm) after suffering from brain damage and amnesia.

y'all! i made some edits to my previous ramble and added some scrumptious additions about Hannibal's overactive cowper's glands 🤭 and made it into a more concise tiny little ficlet to have a home on AO3! might be my shortest one yet, but it was very fun <3

imagine Hannibal getting attacked by a shark after Will pulls them over the cliff.

it's the first time Will ever hears Hannibal scream and sound sincerely terrified.

Hannibal keeps screaming Will's name over and over because he's scared and in agony and keeps getting pulled under the waves by the shark. Will realizes pulling them into the ocean at night was actually a mistake.

I'm exploring this in my cliff house fic right now, but thoughts on potential abuse that took place during Hannibal's stay at the BSHCI?

They took his toilet and books. I get the feeling there was sleep and food deprivation. I think lot of the guards didn't treat him well when they had to deal with him. Not like Alana would do anything about that. Especially after they figure out he won't attack them or try to escape and they basically have a willing punching bag. (Especially after Will gets married, Hannibal loses what little fight he has)

What if as they start recovering from the fall and getting closer, Will starts to see little tells and triggers and starts to piece together that Hannibal was not in fact treated to a luxury stay under Alana's care as he thought. Cue Hannibal constantly denying that he has trauma and fighting the tlc Will is trying to give and Will dealing with the guilt in the aftermath for being the cause of it all. Bonus points if Will goes into a rage and goes after (or at least wants to) the people who hurt him and Hannibal gets all flustered about being protected and cared for

OMG I AGREE!! also very excited for your fic. i'll touch on Hannibal's abuse in the BSHCI because you know whump is my bread and butter 😏

firstly, i think Hannibal did indeed face abuse (emotional and physical) like gaurds being rough and not caring if he got thrashed around or injured on their end. like omg imagine if when Hannibal was in that dolly thing with the wheels (wearing his straitjacket), one of the gaurds who absolutely hated him sped up the dolly thing and roughly pushed it over so Hannibal landed face first onto the floor with no way to brace himself and got a bloody nose and black eye. i might write a fic about that actually: Will finding Hannibal sedated and crumpled on the floor with the dolly thing crushing him. 😭

sorry i got sidetracked, but anywho!! i do think Hannibal faced starvation and missed meals, too. maybe not consistently. but at least a few times during those three years. i bet it messed with his mind a lot more than he would willingly admit to himself and bring back memories of being chained up with a growling stomach. on those nights, Hannibal probably struggled with night terrors.

i know this next part is so niche and not everyone needs to agree with it, but my headcanon is after Hannibal's toilet was removed there was at least one instance where laxatives were snuck into Hannibal's food or water, or Hannibal was restrained and forcefully given an enema by a few of the gaurds so they could watch Hannibal suffer without access to a toilet.

another headcanon i have is that sometimes Hannibal regressed in the BSHCI when the isolation and touch starvation became too unbearable. little Hannibal would curl up under the blanket and fold it over his head to be out of view when sucking his thumb for comfort and rocking himself to sleep. ohmygod what if i write a fic about that too?! 😭 Will going to visit Hannibal and Alana tells him Hannibal is regressed 💔 crying and i haven't even written it yet lmfao.

Hannibal regressed at least a few times. especially on his birthday or mischa's birthday because those are difficult days to be alone. Hannibal tried not to regress on Will's birthday because little Hannibal wouldn't think Will wanted to see him ever again.

going back to the toilet removal and laxative/enema torture: Hannibal probably regressed in those moments because such a loss of control was nearly foreign and unbearable.

Hannibal was probably triggered with memories of being trapped in the cabin with the men who killed his family (before he became mute) and asking to use the bathroom yet being forced to hold it for as long as possible. even when it became agonizing, especially when he was sick and couldn't hold in diarrhea. the men would punish young Hannibal with beatings and not give him anything to clean up the mess or throw him out in the snow for a period of time as punishment or lessen the amount of food he would be given, if any at all.

in the BSHCI, Hannibal would probably try to mask any signs of regression, though, so mutism was the best coping mechanism in those circumstances.

also omg we have the same brain because i've been thinking about Hannibal being sleep deprived in the BSHCI since winter. my headcanon is that it would occur on rare occasions, but be enough to send Hannibal into a regressed state. for two days (because that's as long as the guards would have during the weekend when Alana would not be there) lights would not be turned off when scheduled to be and music would blare loud in the speakers constantly. little Hannibal would be overwhelmed and shove both hands over his ears to soften the sound as much as possible, but it wouldn't offer much relief at all. i might write a fic about this too omg because imagine Will seeing a sleep deprived version of little Hannibal sobbing for silence and darkness and sleep in the BSHCI. 😭

now, on the topic of Will noticing signs of Hannibal's abuse/mistreatment

the first time Hannibal felt the urge to use the bathroom in Will's presence would probably bring up feelings of unease and resurfacing emotions and memories. especially if Hannibal was injured and incapable of getting around without assistance from Will. Hannibal would most likely involuntarily regress in that moment because there was (in little Hannibal's mind) a very high likelihood of being denied the option to seek out a bathroom and a very high likelihood of being tortured in such a way that made losing control of one's bladder or bowels inevitable and a very high likelihood of being punished for it. it would shock Will, seeing Hannibal fall into a state of regression and clearly be distressed about being allowed to use the bathroom.

my headcanon is that Will instantly adores little Hannibal and feels an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and fondness for this newfound version of Hannibal.

another moment where Hannibal may regress post-fall is during the first time Hannibal is hungry and it is not at all close to dinner time yet. Hannibal knows asking to have a snack is not some huge feat or something to be wary of while in Will's presence. but regressing temporarily eases Hannibal's worries about possibly being denied food (because Hannibal is hopeful Will would not deny little Hannibal the comfort of food). little Hannibal is cautious in asking Will for a snack and Will can sense it's a monumental moment. Will rushes to bring little Hannibal a snack and settles into bed and hand-feeds little Hannibal every bite to make it clear there is no reason for Hannibal to ever again be wary about asking for food. regressed or non regressed.

these are all my thoughts i have right now, but i may come back to this eventually and add some more. thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and sending in this ask. i would absolutely love love love talking more about vulnerable Hannibal with y'all. please feel free to send in more asks or share your thoughts with me about vulnerable Hannibal! <3

Will being reminded time and time again Hannibal is only human post-fall. This turned into word vomit because I just typed to my little heart's content so the ending is a bit rushed lol. It ain't a formal fic. Just a little post-fall blurb.

They're standing underneath the shower head, warm water trickling down. Will is holding Hannibal by the waist--keeping his weak body steady and upright--because Hannibal is unbalanced due to a high dosage of pain medication. It's Hannibal's first shower after the stitches from his healing gunshot wound were removed. There's only a shower in this motel room--not a bathtub. Will knows Hannibal's been dying to bathe properly for weeks instead of the unsatisfying sponge baths.

Hannibal is washing shampoo through each gray strand, removing built up grease from his scalp when every finger steadily begins to slow and comes to a complete halt. Will is worried something's wrong--maybe Hannibal strained something while raising both hands over his head. Hannibal is barely breathing. Will leans in and peers over Hannibal's shoulder. Heat is creeping into Hannibal's cheeks. Hannibal's cock is half-hard and stiffening by the second.

Will is shocked--but not at all surprised. He doesn't recall having ever given Hannibal a moment of privacy besides using the toilet. He knows Hannibal is touch starved and can't be at fault for such an involuntary reaction. Fingers stroke gentle circles against Hannibal's waist. "Rinse your hair. It's gonna get in your eyes and burn like hell." He knows Hannibal's brain damaged mind needs gentle reminders on occasion--even for basic steps such as washing one's hair. He knows Hannibal is relearning mundane tasks. He knows. He is patient through it all even when it comes as a shock that Hannibal still needs reminders for everyday things--that Hannibal could forget how to perform a single task--that Hannibal depends on Will.

Hannibal's nearly finished rinsing his hair and his fingers begin to tremble and his feet slide along the shower floor as if it's becoming uncomfortable to remain still.

Will knows what needs to happen and wonders if Hannibal is waiting for permission--permission Hannibal doesn't need yet still seems to search for, even if stuck in a perpetual state of mutism. He knows Hannibal is shy in searching for guidance--that fact never ceases to shock Will. "Take care of yourself." He waits for a long stretch of time for something to happen--for Hannibal's hands to move. But they only remain curled in Hannibal's hair, shaking as much as the rest of Hannibal's body. Then, it dawns on Will.

Embarrassment is not the reason for Hannibal's refusal. He simply doesn't remember what to do or understand what Will means. It's a fine motor skill issue and an amnesia issue. Hannibal's cheek burns Will's lips where a gentle kiss is placed upon wet and flushing skin.

"It's okay if you don't remember how, darlin', I know you've been doing your best." Will's hands move from Hannibal's waist toward Hannibal's stomach. He rubs over the soft, subtle swell of Hannibal's stomach. Giving Hannibal time to adapt to skin to skin contact after enduring three long years without a single affectionate touch. He knows it feels foreign, especially because of Hannibal's brain damage and amnesia. Hannibal awoke one month ago--confused--terrified even if attempting not to show it--because Hannibal's last unfractured memories were of being in France. Dim. Faded. Not Fresh. He keeps each touch slow and gentle, allowing Hannibal's touch starved body unrushed moments to adjust.

Hannibal's untouched cock is stiff and leaking and twitching in response to every caress of Will's hands along Hannibal's stomach. Hannibal's breathing is shallow. Hannibal's eyes are clenched shut. Will understands now. Hannibal must've been a virgin at this stage in life--a killer--but never granted anyone the chance to touch. Hannibal is aching--throbbing--barely able to contain a rising whine as trembling fingers betray him, clinging to one of Will's forearms. He trusts Will and only Will. Even though it's taken a long time for Hannibal's distrust to melt away.

Will understands in all reality Hannibal is a decade older. But Hannibal's current state of mind is only 19 years old. Will wouldn't ever dare to speak such a statement under another circumstance. But this version of Hannibal is sweet in rare moments when not attempting to ward off the world beneath a stone cold exterior--one not yet perfected--one with easily discovered fractures Will is unable to ignore after knowing Hannibal for so long. He whispers the single phrase that comes to mind. Right next to Hannibal's ear. "Do you need my help, sweet boy?"

Will can tell Hannibal is trying to fight it: the shock, the trembling gasp twisting an undignified whimper threatening claw its way forth, the small and pitiful abortive thrust--pitching forward into empty air. It comes to Will easily as if a second nature buried deep and forgotten. He soothes Hannibal's breathless whimper with a kiss against a soaking wet temple. "Easy, baby, I'll take care of you," Will whispers and curls a calloused palm around Hannibal's cock. A frail and wobbling moan erupts from Hannibal's mouth--shattered and hoarse and needy. Hannibal's other hand claws at the wall for balance. Will's grasp is gentle (unyielding yet nearly lax) as Hannibal's overwhelmed body struggles to find its rhythm in wake of such a foreign sensation--of such jaw-dropping pleasure. He knows it must feel like Hannibal's first time ever approaching orgasm due to brain damage and amnesia. Hannibal's feet are damn near slipping and Will loops an arm around Hannibal's waist. "You don't have to rush. Find your pace, sweet boy."

Echoing off the tiled walls are Hannibal's whimpers and moans--thin and ruined from rusted vocal cords. Hannibal's head is tipped back and leaning against Will's shoulder. He sobs a wordless plea once Will begins taking over with a sure and steady fist--spurring long-awaited friction around Hannibal's neglected cock.

Will can barely keep Hannibal upright because of how erratic Hannibal's shifting is becoming: sharp, unpracticed thrusts desperate to meet each stroke as if this sensation is entirely new and deeply craved--and pressing back against Will's clothed cock--Will wore boxers for Hannibal's comfort. He can't resist thrusting in response, burning with a mirrored need. He knows Hannibal is close: with nails digging into skin, with nails clawing at the walls, with thighs trembling, with knees threatening to buckle, with a rising stream of needy, breathless cries cresting into the air, with each swift twist of a wrist, with each murmur of praise breathed against Hannibal's ear. Hannibal's voice cracks on each unraveling wail--strained and wet with tears of overwhelm. He knows Hannibal's cheeks are soaking in fresh tears along with water from the shower head. Hannibal's chest is heaving bright with a flush--sinking in and filling with each ragged breath. He swirls a thumb around Hannibal's nipple--and again and again--when Hannibal's pulsing cock twitches in response--when Hannibal's sobs cease to be audible in wake of a toe-curling climax.

Will guides Hannibal through those dizzying, mind numbing moments. He presses endless kisses to Hannibal's jaw and cheek and temple. He climaxes soon after, a deep moan spilling forth. He cradles Hannibal, who's trembling and gasping through the aftershocks. He guides Hannibal out of the shower and into a clean set of pajamas. He showers quickly and steps out of the bathroom.

Hannibal is staring up at Will, eyes glassy and cheeks still warmed with a blush. He tentatively reaches out. He wants to be held. Will knows.

ILY ILY

Hannibal being excited to experience a gas station hot dog with Will would be so cute??!! like omg imagine the excited little thrill pulsing through Hannibal's veins 😭🩵 and Will is shocked when Hannibal eats without a single complaint. imagine if Hannibal wanted the exact same toppings as Will too. i'm wailing

also omg what about injured Hannibal (delirious on pain meds because he's come down with an infection) when they're driving in search of their safe house and there's only a gas station nearby. Will buys two hot dogs, eats one in a hurry and brings the other one out to the hearse (which would be perfect for allowing Hannibal to rest and not be seen lmao). imagine Will sliding in the back where Hannibal is resting. He wakes Hannibal and breaks the hot dog into small pieces. He expects Hannibal to grimace or refuse to eat or complain. Then, Will remembers Hannibal is mute and hasn't spoken a word in weeks. He slowly feeds Hannibal bite by bite. Will asks "Is that gonna be enough for you, darlin'?" and Hannibal's half-lidded eyes widen because Will's never used a pet name before. Hannibal nods, cheeks flushing and straining with a mouthful of food. Imagine Will's heart absolutely melting as he watches Hannibal eat little bites of a hot dog. 😭

***btw sorry for this ramble. I'm pmsing and the thought of Will watching Hannibal eat little bites of food is so cute at the moment it's about to make me weep lol.***

Will kisses Hannibal's forehead in silent praise and relief. He makes a move to leave to toss out the trash. But Hannibal's fingers curl into the sleeve of his sweater. He sees a crease of apprehension between Hannibal's brows and smooths it over with a thumb, gentle pressure, and kisses right over it. He knows Hannibal's anxiety spikes at night. That Hannibal is afraid of waking without Will. That Hannibal is afraid of Will being taken. That Hannibal is afraid of Will choosing to leave. Even now. He crumples the trash into the corner of the trunk and settles in next to Hannibal. He coaxes Hannibal closer, until Hannibal's cheek is resting flush against Will's neck. His fingers stroke through Hannibal's greasy hair, slow and gentle. He knows it's not what Hannibal is surrounded with which matters. He knows it's who Hannibal is surrounded by which matters.

sorry my brain just vomited that up and i couldn't stop typing because vulnerable Hannibal always has me in a chokehold. even when it's the prospect of Hannibal eating a hotdog

"hannibal HATES wills plaids" "hannibal would never let will wear plaid after the fall" hannibal gently dressed will in his softest plaid shirt and tucked him into bed before turning himself in to the fbi when will awoke and rejected him. i dont think he gives a fuck to be honest

THIS THIS THIS! i agree with y'all 100%

Let me preface this by saying, please know, these are only my thoughts about Will and Hannibal post-fall, and I'm genuinely not forcing them down anyone's throat. Please don't come at me for saying this. Anyone is welcome to disagree. I'm just trying to engage in a polite discussion.

I don't understand when people say stuff along the lines of: "Hannibal would not want Will to wear plaid flannels to an opera. He would make Will change into something nicer." or "Hannibal would have a hard time slumming it with Will post-fall when they're on the run. He would complain about everything, refuse to eat gas station food and be picky about everything from their sleeping arrangements to their clothes to their choices of meal, etc."

Because Hannibal literally did live through very tough times as a child and would be able to adapt in those circumstances as an adult. Hannibal would probably be worrying about Will's health and comfort (and willingness to stay by his side) much more than the reality of having to eat a gas station hot dog or worrying about what clothes Will chose to wear (which lets be real: Hannibal never criticized Will's fashion choices ever in the show--not once--there's no inclination in the show that alludes to Hannibal finding Will's outfits ugly at all). Hannibal literally wears plaid patterns himself. Hannibal wouldn't want to change every single thing about Will. Hannibal doesn't want a copy and paste version of himself. That would be boring and not at all satisfying. Hannibal wants Will. Like... Will's clothes are a part of himself and his self expression. I think Hannibal finds Will's fashion sense something worth adoring and allowing Will free reign over, because it's what makes Will... Will.

Also because food is so important to Hannibal (and there's food insecurity stemming from his childhood), I don't think Hannibal would ever dream of telling Will certain foods are off limits or shame him for eating junk food if Will wanted a little sweet treat. He would want Will to indulge in every enjoyable aspect of eating. He would probably ask Will about childhood memories and the emotions tied to such junk food because it would be an opportunity to learn more about Will's past and quirks.

"hannibal HATES wills plaids" "hannibal would never let will wear plaid after the fall" hannibal gently dressed will in his softest plaid shirt and tucked him into bed before turning himself in to the fbi when will awoke and rejected him. i dont think he gives a fuck to be honest

No need to do this if it doesn’t inspire you but I have a prompt! Post fall, will and hannibal talking about his time in incarceration and will being pleased with him for waiting so long and being so good, quietly waiting behind bars just for him, that it gets to his head a bit. Will, rewarding him for being so devoted to him, taking his time pleasing him, overstimulating him and making him feel good until he’s losing his mind and a begging whimpering mess just for him

"if it doesn't inspire you"

IF IT DOESN'T INSPIRE ME?!

HONEY, I AM FOAMING AT THE ACTUAL MOUTH BECAUSE THIS BEAUTIFUL IDEA RIGHT HERE IS MY BREAD AND BUTTER!!!

*giving you a standing ovation for this*

come on, y'all, everybody clap for the amazing anon because omg Will praising Hannibal (specifically for waiting all that time) and driving Hannibal out of his mind until he's a whimpering, trembling, sobbing, snot nosed mess, hiccuping for breath is such a great post-fall trope 😭 thank you for sending in this prompt. i'm adding it to my list asap! you're an absolute godsend <3

Does anyone want screencap edits for profile pics or blog headers or stuff like that? I haven't done much with stills but it sounds like fun. Lemme know if you have smthn specific in mind! My DMs are opennnn