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so... i started working on my series of drabbles i wanted to write for SOTR!! (so excited for it btw)

I wanted to write at least a few teensy little drabbles about the 50th hunger games, yk?

This one is about Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen and was finished in approximately 30 minutes, but I'm pretty proud of it, especially the later scenes.

If you're interested, here's the link below :) thank you so much

snippet:

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“Sing to me.”

“What?” Jack stirs. Will’s smile is teasing, lilting almost as she looks up at him from his lap, her eyes half closed. It’s a special peace she gives him, where he feels like nothing could ruin these moments. He’s never really felt that way with anyone else.

“Sing to me, Jackie.”

OR: A collection of scenes, scattered throughout Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen's life.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63807841

writing angst

me to my favorite character: *making them suffer*

also me: sorry :(

also me right after: *resumes their suffering*

second chapter of Flesh & Bone is out!

here's what Aki looks like to divinity, yokai, and anything else that is Other

(picrew is 쏘세디야채볶음, i edited the eyes and cropped it)

「Hate You, Love You」 ʙᴜɴɢᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢs ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

Short rewritten excerpt from Chapter 9:

sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ ғʟᴜғғ

~𝙻.𝚁. 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝

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﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

"So, where did you go yesterday?" Chuuya asked through crunches as he ate some cereal. He looked up at the brunette across the small table from him, who began to grin. "Dazai?"

"Hehe, don't worry about it." Dazai continued to curl his lips as he took a bite out of a piece of toast.

"That's only making me worry about it more. Please, where were you?" Chuuya whined. He put his spoon down to look at Dazai, now getting concerned as well as annoyed.

"It top secret Chuu-Chuu!" Dazai yelled as he dramatically grabbed the butter knife and held it in the air as if to prove a point.

"Don't call me that and answer my question, jackass."

Dazai dramatically gasped. "My heart! I've been wounded! How could you call me such a foul name!" Dazai grabbed his chest as he flopped back in his chair, and Chuuya did everything he could to keep himself from slamming his own face onto the table and into his food, he had just gotten out of the shower after all.

"Damn it Dazai, just tell me." Chuuya said with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, and wondered how the hell he fell for someone like Dazai.

"Fine fine." Dazai said as he calmly sat back down like a normal person, putting the jam covered toast down on the elegant plate in front of him. "I was doing some research." Chuuya raised a suspicious eyebrow and questioned, "About...?"

Dazai then dramatically threw his arms in the air as if what we was about to say was the best, most revelitional thing ever. "I wanted to find a way to make my Chuu-Chuu happy! And I found it!"

Chuuya sat up straight and looked at Dazai attentively, now more curious and slightly confused than anything. He knew the younger man wouldn't stop with the nickname, and that wasn't the battle he was choosing to fight at this moment. "Go on...." He prompted tentatively.

"One moment!" Dazai sang as he got up and went to the fridge, leaving Chuuya unable to see what he was doing behind the silver insulated refrigerator door, but he didn't take long. As he walked back to the small table, he held whatever he grabbed behind his back, and as his wicked grin grew, so did Chuuya's suspicion. "This!" Dazai said as he slammed the milk carton he was hiding behind his back down on the table. "If my Chibi drink's some of this every day, he'll get taller, and he'll be happier!"

Chuuya's aura grew dark as he slowly stood up, his piercing blue eyes downcast and hidden from sight. His silk purple robe began to float slightly with a scarlet hue as he activated his ability. The spoon in his hand snapped in half with a grudge before it flew towards Dazai with such force, that after Dazai smoothly dodged it, it stuck at least half way into the wall. "You little shit!" The redhead snarled through gritted teeth as he threw the milk at Dazai, and again Dazai dodged and it, making a mess on Chuuya's sparkling kitchen floor.

The brunette began running to avoid Chuuya's wrath, laughing all the while. "Haha, no~ you're the little one! AHH- ANGRY CHIBI!"

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!" Chuuya screamed full of rage, while arming himself with more food floating behind him like bullets aimed directly at the cackling brunette as he ran around, dodging the oncoming assault of dairy, grain, and produce based bullet hell attacks.

My Wattpad

It’s mainly Percabeth, however, there is some other shit thrown in there. 

SerinaTheNerd

Ao3 Things

Voltron

Plance 

The Mind Versus The Heart :Just starting Collage, Katie (Pidge) Holt just wants to focus on her studies and get good grades. She does not want some super tall, annoying, loudmouth, busybody, over-dramatic . . . handsome, funny, kind . . . NO he is nothing but a nuisance, trying to get her out of her comfort zone of robots, baggy sweaters, text books, and computers. Right?

Mi Renia: When Lance calls Pidge a nickname in Spanish, finds out the girl doesn't know any of the langue, and uses it to his advantage. A fluffy mess because I love these two and goddamn-it I want more.

The Lanterns: There was a myth in the land of Altea. The myth of a special flower grown from a drop of quintessence that fell from the sky. This flower was told to have unparalleled healing abilities. This is simply the tale of a princess, born of that flower and the adventure she set out on.

Adore: They do adore each other, don't they? (Based off of, and uses, the Song I Do Adore.)

Klance

This Stings: It's supposed to be a simple stop, grab crystals, then leave sort of mission. In fact the planet was adorable. But of course, when it’s them, something bad has to happen. So of course, Keith gets stung by some weird monkey-scorpion thing. And of course, it just has to be Lance he latches onto when he wakes up. Fuck.

From Slave To Paladin:  Just another Galra ship. Just another collection of data mission. But when Lance finds a slave in the cell block, it turns out to be much more than just an everyday mission.

Mistaken Identity: One gorgeous planet. One Team Voltron. One fairy queen. One old-ass story about some god. Mix together well, and let simmer at panic mode. And ta-da, a big fucking dish of Mistakes. (Sort-of inspired by a fic I read a while ago. The Loverboy Trials.)

Sleepy Keith + Sleepy Lance = Gay Shit: It's been a long few days, and our children just need to sleep. Unfortunately, they have so much adrenaline in their veins that they need to do something to calm down first. Allura knows exactly what to do, and pulls up a movie for them all to watch in the Rec-Room. Lance can sleep anywhere, and so can Keith

The Crescent’s Ascent

Chapter 1: Normal (not)

Leo stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes weary and tired.

Pathetic.

He offers himself a cocky grin and winks, firing off playful finger guns.

“How we doing, mi hermanos?” he practices softly. “Say, wanna drop by Hueso’s later?”

He holds the facade for another moment before groaning and letting his face fall. He grips the edges of the sink so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

“Get it together, Leo.” He chides himself. “You’re the face man, so fix your face!”

He straightens his shoulders and tries out another smirk, eyeing the tenseness in the rest of his body. Using the mirror as a guide he shifts his weight comfortably to the side, unclenching his jaw and cocking his head.

Better, definitely better.

A perfect facade if not for his guarded eyes.

He grumbles and leans closer to the mirror, bracing his trembling hands on the sink. When had his eyes lost their sparkle? When had his vibrant personality gone so… numb?

It didn’t matter anyways, he had plenty practice putting on a show. He would just shove away his emotions and portray whatever the situation called for:

Raph typically needed him to act a bit more chill, to be continually at ease and level-headed, a plan and a quip ready for any situation.

Sweet Mikey needed a playful big brother, someone he could goof off with and talk to without fear of judgement. Leo was always there for his little bro, whether it be admiring his art or comforting him while he cried, the tender-hearted little turtle (er, big turtle).

Donnie just needed someone to give him company and keep the mood lively. He didn’t really show emotions and would rather die than admit he needed affection, but on the inside he could get overwhelmed and panicky when left alone for too long. He was also quiet, which allowed him to be productive at times but also allowed him to get trapped in his head. Leo know how to fix that, and knew that although his excellent puns could occasionally annoy his twin they also helped him remain level-headed. A wall to bounce his ideas off of.

Mash all of those expectations together and you get one Hamato Leonardo, the witty and hilarious face-man of the Mad Dogs.

Not the weak and trembling turtle staring at him in the mirror.

“Come on!” He growls at his reflection, “Why is this so hard?”

“Leo?” A quick knock at the door made Leo jump. Mikey’s chipper voice came to him again from the other side: “You almost done, bro? We’re gonna go on patrol, then Raph said we could stop by Hueso’s for pizza!”

Leo took a deep breath, ignoring the tightness in his chest. Knowing his expression would affect his voice he forced a smile. “Yeah, sounds great Mike! Be out in a few!”

“You sure you’re good? You’ve already been in there for a bit.”

“You think looks this good come at the snap of your fingers?” He joked back, and he heard Mikey snort.

“Yeah, yeah. See you in a few, then.”

“Yep! See ya bro!” Leo’s whole body sagged with relief at the sound of Mikey’s footsteps fading. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. It was just a quick patrol, then pizza. Normal Leo would be all over this. Well, maybe not patrol, but a jaunt through NYC with his brothers? Maybe a race with Mikey, some banter with Donnie and a pizza-eating challenge with Raph? He should be thrilled!

His chest tightened again. But it would only take one misstep, he thought. One little fumble and all hell might break loose. Or worse, a Prison Dimension…

All because of one little failed catch…

Leo hissed and covered his head with his hands, trying to steady his breathing. It was okay, everything was okay. He was okay too. He just needed to keep on his toes and be perfect or at least not the screw-up he knew he was…

He could do that, couldn’t he?

And even if he did slip up, his brothers were there to catch him.

Duh.

Always.

Then why did it feel like someone the Kraang had his lungs in a death grip?

He huffed and shook his head to clear it. Alright Leon, showtime, he told himself, getting up from the bathroom floor (when did he get on the floor?). He put a grin on his face and walked out of the bathroom with ease.

I’m cool, I'm cooler than a cucumber, he encouraged himself as he rested one of his odachi across his shoulders. “Sup, mi hermanos. Your Face Man has arrived.”

There was a general groan from his three brothers, causing him to smirk. Operation Set-The-Mood: success.

“You’re late, ‘Nardo.” Donnie grumbled, tapping on his wrist tech.

Leo switches position, bracing the tip of his odachi against the floor to lean on it. “Excuse me, but a king is never late. Everyone else is simply… early.”

“First off, you should give up on that ‘King Leo’ idea. Never gonna happen. Secondly, you stole that from Princess Diaries.” Donnie replied in his usual deadpan voice.

“Hey, if the shoe fits!” Leo shrugged at the jab to his movie-reference. “But anyways, are you gonna stare at your tech all day or are we all gonna go out and have some fun?”

Donnie started to retort on his Cinderella reference, but Raph cut in before he could.

“Patrol first, then fun.” The snapper reminded, standing up and stretching.

“Aw, who says patrol can’t be fun?” Leo whined playfully, stomach twisting into knots.

“Come on, Leo. We gotta focus. We’re heroes!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to do an IOU on that pizza bite.” Leo joked. “But in the meantime, vamanos hermanos!”

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of The Crescent’s Ascent! The fic on AO3 as well as more chapters can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63911992/chapters/163921498

Small peek of Whats to come lorewise of my villain oc!

Vulnerable Hannibal Fic Rec List

Updated 4/14/2025 with one new addition located at the bottom of the page! A few of these fics are mine, but the rest are some of my favorite fics I've ever read that feature vulnerable Hannibal in various seasons, AUs, and post-canon.

shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn):

Will begins to notice a change in Hannibal's behavior post-fall. He's become something akin to a fretting housewife.

The Ache Against The Wind (Rewritten):

3x13 AU: Will travels into an alternate dimension after plunging into the Atlantic and is confronted with the unexpected aftermath following the removal of Hannibal's toilet in the BSHCI.

Pareidolia:

Six weeks post-fall, Hannibal suffers from a seizure during dinner.

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots:

Six months have passed since Will pulled them over the cliff. Even in light of their progressing relationship, much of Hannibal still remains a mystery to Will. For reasons unknown, he’s begun to pull away. (A sequel to Shrike--my housewife Hannibal fic!)

Between The Hour Of Reprieve:

At the cliff house, Hannibal receives a much-needed-hug.

A Cabin In The Woods by KoolJack1:

Hannibal is thirteen and runs away from the orphanage when he feels that a fate of the elements will be better than the fate of abuse. He finds a small cabin in the woods, thinking warmth will be all he finds. He also finds Will. But who changes who?

this is absolutely amazing. i've never read an AU quite like this. a true masterpiece.

Recipricol Alchemy by Scifibabe:

In the silent echoes of his dreams, Will Graham treads a line blurred between control and chaos, each step drawing him inexorably towards claiming Hannibal as his own. It's a perilous dance on the edge of darkness, where the thrill of possession whispers of a transformation too profound to resist.

one of my faves. i can't even describe how perfect this explores their season 2 dynamic. such a unique trajectory and i am living for it.

Hold Me, Don’t Let Me Go by sourweather:

It's a few months after the Fall when it finally hits him. Hannibal has barely been touched in 3 years. And Will won't let it go on for another moment.

so precious omg. love it

Hosanna In The Highest by sainthannibal:

During the fall, Hannibal receives the brunt of the injuries, which leaves him unable to care for himself. Will discovers how much he enjoys taking care of him.

the post-fall whump is immaculate 🤧 love it

You Made Me Soup by itsybitsylemonsqueezy:

Hannibal comes down with pneumonia while incarcerated. Will decides to make him some soup. Absolutely no one thinks it's strange that Will comes to give his ex soup when he finds out he's sick. No one at all finds this suspicious. At. All.

god, i love this one so much. sick hannibal being hand-fed in the BSHCI? wailing my heart out

The Boy Under The Monster’s Bed by Wr4tttttthh:

There were deep wounds that needed healing, new and old, physical and otherwise.

one of my faves. Will finding Hannibal hiding under the table? a gut punch 😭

Delicate Ghost by hannigramcracker & TimmyJayBird:

She was different- not the ghost of his memories, but something about this bloodied child ripped right at Hannibal's chest, and left him drowning in a cold snow he thought he had left in his childhood, that he had locked away within his skull. Drowning, with only one hand to grasp at, one body to cling to. One man to work him through the trauma and remind him what life was.

so amazing. a unique perspective of how Will would deal with Hannibal becoming distressed while on a case together. one of the first vulnerable hannibal fics i've ever read 🥺

You With Those Nails, Me With This Cross by TheBitterKitten:

Will goes too far.

wailing into my pillow omg this had the perfect amount of angst.

The Distance Is Quite Simply Much Too Far For Me To Row by softhan:

Hannibal is having a rough time recovering from his injuries post-fall, and retreats into himself to avoid confrontation with Will while he's still weak and ill. Having to play happy husbands hardly helps.

my all time fave Hannibal whump fic. the way he's scared Will is disgusted by his accident? eternally sobbing. forever recommending this to anyone who is searching through this rec list.

Silk and Lace by jonnimir:

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

crying because this was so tender and sweet. touch-starved hannibal at the cliff house. chef's kiss.

Not So Fast by scifibabe:

Hannibal wakes from a heated dream with a need that can’t be ignored—and Will, half-asleep but all too eager, is more than happy to help. What begins as a midnight indulgence quickly spirals into an overwhelming game of push and pull, as Will’s relentless appetite pushes Hannibal to the edge and beyond. Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation + Face-Sitting

desperate and needy hannibal. need i say more? loved it 🤭

Hush Now by scifibabe:

What starts as Will stitching up Hannibal's latest hunting injury turns into something else entirely when a teasing "let Daddy take care of you" slips out. It's meant to be a joke--until Hannibal's reaction tells a different story. One playful push leads to another, and soon enough, they're both realizing they might be into this a little more than they expected. Kinktober Day 19: Fisting.

I truly cannot recommend Hush Now enough! It'll live rent free in my mind and heart for the rest of my life ♡

The Antidote To Grief by incidentsofunkownorigins:

On Will's idea, they visit Mischa's grave. What Will had hoped to be a healing moment of closure breaks something in Hannibal and he is the only one who can put the pieces back together.

this is such a beautiful take on Hannibal and Will visiting Lithuania together and how that would impact Hannibal. ♡

Pulse Point:

Post-Fall, an injured Hannibal awakes from an erotic dream, desperate and needy, aching for Will's touch.

Marveling at a Spoon by scifibabe:

After a gourmet dinner, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter decide to indulge in something a little more... pedestrian—a joint. As the smoke settles and their usual control begins to loosen, Hannibal finds himself experiencing a sensation he never expected: a heightened sensitivity that unravels him under Will’s teasing touch. What starts as a curious experiment in relaxation quickly turns into a surprising discovery, one that leaves even the meticulous Hannibal completely undone. Will is all too eager to take advantage of his newfound knowledge, and Hannibal, for once, is too overwhelmed to resist.

god, i loved this so much.

We Are Now Among The Ruins by ADeedWithoutAName:

Hannibal survived the fall, but not unchanged. He intends to give Will the only gift he now can, and Will intends to honor him in the only way that matters.

i rarely read MCD, but this one is so worth the pain. i am eternally sobbing from this 😭 i also cannot recommend this one enough!!

Something Sacred by scifibabe:

In the quiet aftermath of their survival, silence has taken hold. Hannibal hasn't spoken since the night they washed ashore, his voice swallowed by their shared trauma. Will, haunted by the absence of words and the weight of unspoken things, has learned to reach Hannibal through touch, through the quiet rituals of care. When the strain of Hannibal’s pain becomes too much to hide, Will draws a bath—an unspoken offer of comfort. But today is different. Today, beneath the surface of familiar rituals, something stirs. As the warmth of the water surrounds them, walls begin to crack, and a fragile trust, once guarded so fiercely, blooms into something more intimate and vulnerable than either of them anticipated. In the quiet steam of the bath, two men find solace in each other’s arms, where tenderness can no longer be ignored.

this was so beautiful and soft omg. forever wailing about Hannibal asking Will to join him in the bath. ♡

A Pinch Of Salt In The Wound:

Renderered mute and bedbound post-fall, Hannibal begins to spiral.

You Believe Me Like A God:

Hannibal becomes severely injured post-episode 3x13.

compimento by cervviidae:

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

one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read that explore post-fall hannibal being loved with genuine tenderness and affection by Will. one i'll forever recommend.

Solace In Being Heard by air_of_the_Waterfall:

Hannibal is having terrible nightmares, and Will comes up with a rather unexpected method of helping him get a full night’s sleep.

i love that this offers such a unique look into Hannibal's childhood trauma and how it would impact his sleep. can't recommend it enough!

Bright Burn by Shotgun_sinner:

Hannibal suffers life-threatening injuries post-fall. Will makes decisions to save Hannibal, while trying to recover the life with him that he's only just realized he wanted. How far will he go to keep what's his?

the whump is immaculate in this post-fall fic too 🤧

crave, then succumb:

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

chimera of the chapel by bleakmidwinter:

When Will Graham wakes up from a coma three months after the fall, Jack reveals that Hannibal Lecter didn't survive. Outside the realm of Hannibal's influence, Will decides to discover the full truth behind the world's sudden and seeming falsehood. Everybody seems to hold their own opinion on Hannibal's fate, but Will knows better than anyone that trust and honesty are as elusive as death.

incredible. i can't even express how much i loved this. the tender moments and development of their relationship is so beautiful 😭♥️

Keep Me Warm by nbcravenstag:

Will arrives home after walking through a blizzard, fully expecting an angry husband, but instead finds a traumatized little boy, terrified of the cold and haunted by what he's already lost.

the hurt/comfort in this was amazing. love it so much.

Beauty Not Needed Here by kralbellen:

“I know you are in love with me.”

It's not a question but not fully a statement either. A certain amount of doubt colores Will's tone, giving the sentence a nervous lilt.

Hannibal's first instinct is to deny it, in some half-hearted, last effort at self-preservation. He almost smiles – there is no self-preservation left for him when it comes to Will.

Hannibal is asexual. this was so tender and sweet. eternally wailing into my pillow. as someone who's ace this was like a breath of fresh air.

O Holy Night by memequeen1127:

Hannibal gazes at him right back, smiling as if he knows exactly what Will’s thinking. And considering how they know each other inside and out, he very well might.

“Merry Christmas, Will,” he says softly.

Will smiles. “Merry Christmas, Hannibal.”

the sweetest oneshot i've ever read. Hannibal regresses during Christmas and Will is so patient and caring. wailing about this until the end of time 😭🩵

The Perception Of Reality Through Language by Angelic_Disaster:

Hannibal can recognize the factors of trauma in others but not in himself. That's why he denies that there is a reason why he doesn't speak Lithuanian.

sobbing at this for eternity. Will speaking to Hannibal in Lithuanian and then Hannibal breaks down in his arms?? i couldn't ask for anything more beautiful than that in a fic.

Living With A Ghost Of Summer by itsbeautiful:

Based on a requested prompt. Where Will is an idiot, ahem, I mean Will loves Hannibal and tries to surprise him by making a home cooked meal using dishes from Lithuania. Fails spectacularly to lie his way out of it and everything goes horribly wrong. And then they cuddle. The end.

one of my favorites. Will cooks Lithuanian food for Hannibal, who ends up becoming an emotional mess.

Know Me See Me by incidentsofunknownorigins:

On the way to the cliff house, Will makes a decision for himself. Once they get there, he acts on it. But he finds Hannibal is much more deeply broken by his stay at the BSHCI than either of them realized. This time Will must put the teacup back together.

the premise of this fic is something i've been searching for and craving to read for so, so long (eternity, basically) because there can never be enough cliff house fics that explore Hannibal being touch-starved and vulnerable and dealing with the effects of being isolated for three long years. ♡

between here and there by hannigramized:

Will's name is the last word Hannibal spoke in his presence. That was two months ago, directly after the fall, and Hannibal has not said a single word since. Now Will has to navigate through their lives together without Hannibal's voice to guide him.

love this so much! it's the most amazing mute!Hannibal fic i've ever read.

Take Me The Way I Am by Thinminted:

Will didn’t miss Molly, not really, but he occasionally missed who he was when he was with her.

A story about learning to trust your partner with all of yourself.

a very beautiful exploration of Hannibal and Will's developing relationship post-fall.

èclair by cerviidae:

Hannibal touches dough instead of skin. Hannibal is kissed by the feeling of flour on his lips, accidental and impersonal, instead of by the mouth of the man he loves. Three years in confinement had starved him, and now, though his body is healed, his soul remains ravenous. He cleans most of what he can of the whipped cream, scooping it back into another piping bag as he wills himself not to be irrational about this. This mess, this imperfection—it means nothing at all.

amazing post-fall fic about Hannibal's insecurity about being enough to satisfy Will in everyday life and also explores their developing physical relationship and how Hannibal's touch-starved state would have an impact on that. so beautiful. genuinely left me speechless.

Home Is Not A Place by shotgun_sinner:

Post-Fall, Hannibal recovers from his injuries. Will takes care of him, and their relationship evolves much more easily than Hannibal thought it would. The only issue is that Will is a constant presence, and he hasn't had alone time in three years. It ends up not being an issue at all.

one of the first post-fall fics i remember reading years ago that touched on Hannibal's touch-starved state and i've been hooked on that trope ever since lol. always a fave to re-read from time to time.

and the first time that you kissed me, i drank dry the River Lethe by cerviidae:

“Would you like me to come over?”

Silence stretches between them, taut and trembling. Then, the faintest sound—a throat clicking, a breath stalling. Hannibal can already see the war in Will's mind, the reasons she is telling herself not to accept. The burden she is convincing herself she must not be. Hannibal does not give her the chance to refuse.

“I would not mind.” A pause. A breath.

Then, finally, “Yes.”

*this is not a fic focusing on Hannibal's vulnerability, but it is one of my new favorites i've come across.* it's a genderswap AU of an exploration into their physical relationship. Hannibal and Will are both desperate to satisfy the other and it is so tender. this may be hands down the most beautiful smut fic i've ever read?!

earl grey and honey by cerviidae:

Will’s tenderness is a constant. And what a gift it is. Will conjures summer itself through sheer will, as though he could pull Hannibal out of winter’s grasp and set him down in a field of green and gold. Hannibal knows nothing of the ache of bones any longer. His days are filled with cooking and cleaning, the motions of care and love. He kneads dough with his mother’s frantic energy, channels her restless hands into feeding Will, keeping him full. And Will, in turn, keeps him warm. It is love.

any time i read anything by this author, i know i'm about to be wailing my heart out. this is incredible and so lovely.

Verisimilitude by becks:

Will Graham can't believe it when they tell him Hannibal Lecter's dead.

Good. He shouldn't.

(Or: An experimental lobotomy and its unanticipated aftermath.)

i remember reading this years ago and it was so incredible! i've never read a fic with this plot and it was executed perfectly. the end of the last chapter? an absolute masterpiece. i was on the edge of my seat. it's incomplete, but i hope one day the author returns to this fic because it's one of my favorite ever and such a unique exploration of Hannibal and Will's relationship.

Saint Valentine by cerviidae:

Vampire Hannibal Lecter learns what it’s like to love and be loved.

Y'ALL I HAVE NEVER BEEN MOVED TO TEARS BY MORE THAN ONE OTHER FIC. BUT THIS ONE??? I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF READING THIS RIGHT NOW AND I'M GENUINELY ABOUT TO WEEP, BLINKING BACK TEARS BECAUSE THIS IS SO STUNNING AND TENDER AND EVOCATIVE. might also be the fact that i'm listening to Hozier at the same time lol. I CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH. VAMPIRE HANNIBAL BEING LOVED BY WILL SO THOROUGHLY THAT HE'S MOVED TO TEARS?? PERFECTION!! 😭🩷

i don't want to set the world on fire by cerviidae:

Will and Hannibal celebrate Valentine's Day stranded in a fire lookout tower

everyone, go read this asap because it is the most unique and beautiful and perfectly orchestrated exploration of their post-fall dynamic i've ever read. Hannibal's longing for Will in this is so palpable and the desperation he shows for Will when their relationship turns physical? ABSOLUTELY EXQUISITE AND HEARTWRENCHING!! i quite literally just finished reading this and damn was it stunning. still wiping tears from my eyes 😭

i have loved you in a tame way & i have loved you wild by cerviidae:

Will tells himself it don’t matter that he’s got company for this job, tells himself he don’t mind having the kid around, even if it does feel off. He knows he can’t afford to be picky—not in this kind of work, where jobs are hard enough to come by. And maybe if the boy’s just gonna keep ignoring him, they won’t have to cross paths all that much. He’s fine with that. Easier to keep his head down, get through the summer without any trouble. They won’t see each other.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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A Hannibal fic inspired by Brokeback Mountain

Y'ALL, GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW because it contains mute Hannibal and it is one of the most beautiful AU explorations of their relationship i've ever read. chapter 9 in particular made me ugly cry. Will helping Hannibal try to learn to speak again was so unexpected (and i've never seen that happen in a fic before??) also, the progression of Will's struggle with his sexuality and eventually accepting himself and his feelings for Hannibal is so, so beautiful and raw and real. Will treats Hannibal so lovingly in this fic and whenever Hannibal's vulnerability is at the forefront, it never fails to make me weep.

wring me of all the blood i shall bleed:

Post-Fall, Will is growing more and more distant by the day. Hannibal, on the other hand, is unwilling to speak—be it a result of brain damage or a self-imposed state of mutism. Life on the run is as peaceful as it can be. Until Will enters a new relationship in an effort to stem the curious glances and endless questions from the locals.

Lithuanian Words:

Will is trying to find Hannibal to consult with him on a case. He finds Hannibal drunk into an emotional stupor in his study, speaking in a language Will doesn't understand. Filled for a prompt on the Hannibal kinkmeme. Hurt/comfort.

omg this was the very first vulnerable Hannibal fic i read years ago and i can't believe i found it again?!! god i love this so much because Hannibal regresses to speaking Lithuanian when Will stops by (and it's so rare to see in season 1/season 2 fics).

Chiaroscuro by anhthr:

Will carefully adjusted the sling over Hannibal's shoulder, fingers lingering on his skin, sensing when that perfunctory touch transformed into something more profound. The source of this change was nearly impossible to discern. Feeling the genesis of something while being blind to its root was as relieving as it was destabilizing– much like faith.

Hannibal’s gaze fell to the gentle pressure of Will’s fingers as they glided down his arm, casting a wistful look.

"Will your care stem from the same thread as your forgiveness?” Hannibal murmured, his voice cracking from disuse.

omg this post-fall fic is so incredible and beautifully written.

it takes two to burn (it takes one match) by chaplinesque:

Achilles wanted all Greeks to die, for him and Patroclus. His Will wanted to take Patroclus and himself from the Greeks.

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Hannibal and Will post-fall, where imprisonment affected Hannibal more than either of them thought.

omg the angst and whump in this is perfect, y'all

Guide Me Through Morass, My Love:

Post-Fall. Hannibal wakes up in the Republic of Ireland with amnesia, and is mentally 18 years-old. He finds himself stowed away in a cottage bordered by farmland with a man who knows him intimately—a man by the name of Will. Falling in love and losing one's virginity beneath the scorching sun is not at all intentional, but it feels akin to being revived and bound into new skin—a rebirth.

sneak peak incoming!!

"I've missed you very, very much as well, sweetheart. And do you want to know who else has missed you—just as much as I have?"

It seeped back into Will's heart once again: that near foreign emotion in relation to another human being… invading with a welcome and all encompassing surge of warmth, of affection, of something far more potent than endearment… in the wake of bearing witness to a wrinkle of confusion knitting itself in the center of Hannibal's forehead.

Love. Fondness. A tender-hearted sense of possession.

It weaved between every arc of bone, nestled itself inside every crevice of muscle and soft tissue as if forever destined to reside there—a silent singe to Will's soul. Leading to a thumb smoothing over the creased skin in light-handed, circular motions. Leading to Hannibal's abortive, heart-wrenching flinch. Leading to quiet, ceaseless murmurings of reassurance until Hannibal's expression slackened, second by second, into silent understanding, into a resemblance of tentative trust—trust Will would not dare take for granted.

"Winston, Buster, Max, Jack, and the girls, Ellie, Harley, Zoe. Do you remember who those names belong to?" Will asked, voice soft and ever patient.

Nodding, Hannibal's sharp canines peeked out, scraping over the plump surface of his bottom lip. He was feeling doubtful, once again. Will understood even before Hannibal's jaw slackened in preparation to speak, voice wobbling and filled with caution. "They've missed me, too?"

I have so many thoughts about regressed Hannibal ♡

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

finally finished and posted the first chapter!

wring me of all the blood i shall bleed (chapter 1)

Post-Fall, Will is growing more and more distant by the day. Hannibal, on the other hand, is unwilling to speak—be it a result of brain damage or a self-imposed state of mutism. Life on the run is as peaceful as it can be. Until Will enters a new relationship in an effort to stem the curious glances and endless questions from the locals.

vulnerable Hannibal fic idea that's been cooking in my brain:

Hannibal and Will's post-fall relationship does not progress or develop in the manner Hannibal expected. He expected them to become closer, but Will is growing more distant each day. Hannibal has brain damage from a head injury, and it results in his emotional threshold being weaker, more fragile in a way he cannot control and struggles to explain. He misses Will, even from across the room. He gets anxious each time Will leaves the house. He's hidden one of Will's shirts underneath his pillow so he can fall asleep with Will's scent, even if Will is down the hall or out of the house for the night.

Will gets a job because it's a way to blend in. He knows Hannibal is behaving differently. He thinks what Hannibal needs is space and time to adjust. He starts a relationship with a woman he meets at a bar because it'll help them blend in even more. People won't ask questions or think it odd if Hannibal is rumored to be Will's relative (a distant uncle). He doesn't believe he could engage in an intimate (or even physical) relationship with Hannibal. Not yet.

They still have many past issues to discuss and resolve. But it's difficult to do so when Hannibal is mute. Trust between them is fragile and Will's new girlfriend puts a strain on their relationship. Will tells Hannibal there's no reason to be jealous. He tells Hannibal: "I'm not doing this to hurt you. I can't be what you need right now. I'm not there yet, and I don't know if I ever will be." He starts spending more and more time out of the house because the silence is suffocating. He never brings his girlfriend around. But she invites Will and Hannibal over to her house for Christmas day to exchange presents.

Will agrees for appearance's sake and asks Hannibal to make a list of things he would want for Christmas. He leaves a piece of paper (with written instructions to make a christmas list) and a pen on the counter for Hannibal before heading out to work. He comes back home hours later and opens the lid of the trashcan to toss something. There's a crumpled piece of paper balled up in the corner, buried in the pile, but only slightly visible if one were to look for it. He unfolds it and smooths out the creases to read the words written on the page.

It's Hannibal's christmas list and there are only three sentences written down: one hug. for at least thirty seconds, if you are willing. the lights can be off, if you wish.

Will's heart crumbles. He wonders why it was thrown in the trash until he sees a second christmas list on the counter in pristine condition. There are only two words written on that one: your company.

Updated 10/30/2024 with seven new additions.

Vulnerable Hannibal Fic Rec List

Updated 10/30/2024 with six new additions located at the bottom of the page. A few of these fics are mine, but the rest are some of my favorite fics I’ve ever read that feature vulnerable Hannibal in various seasons, AUs, and post-canon.

The Ache Against The Wind (Rewritten):

He’d sustained a substantial amount of brain damage throughout the last eleven days, Will had been told. Resulting in Post-Traumatic Amnesia.

Content Warning: Hannibal is tortured in the BSHCI via beatings, laxatives, enemas, starvation and the “water curing” method after his toilet is removed. Will saves him.

Pareidolia:

Six weeks post-fall, Hannibal suffers from a seizure during dinner.

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots:

Six months have passed since Will pulled them over the cliff. Even in light of their progressing relationship, much of Hannibal still remains a mystery to Will. For reasons unknown, he’s begun to pull away. (A sequel to Shrike--my housewife Hannibal fic!)

Between The Hour Of Reprieve:

At the cliff house, Hannibal receives a much-needed-hug.

Shrike (To Your Sharp And Glorious Thorn):

After the fall, Will begins to notice Hannibal’s behavior is becoming akin to a fretting housewife.

A Cabin In The Woods by KoolJack1:

Hannibal is thirteen and runs away from the orphanage when he feels that a fate of the elements will be better than the fate of abuse. He finds a small cabin in the woods, thinking warmth will be all he finds. He also finds Will. But who changes who?

Recipricol Alchemy by Scifibabe:

In the silent echoes of his dreams, Will Graham treads a line blurred between control and chaos, each step drawing him inexorably towards claiming Hannibal as his own. It's a perilous dance on the edge of darkness, where the thrill of possession whispers of a transformation too profound to resist.

Hold Me, Don’t Let Me Go by sourweather:

It's a few months after the Fall when it finally hits him. Hannibal has barely been touched in 3 years. And Will won't let it go on for another moment.

Hosanna In The Highest by sainthannibal:

During the fall, Hannibal receives the brunt of the injuries, which leaves him unable to care for himself. Will discovers how much he enjoys taking care of him.

You Made Me Soup by itsybitsylemonsqueezy:

Hannibal comes down with pneumonia while incarcerated. Will decides to make him some soup. Absolutely no one thinks it's strange that Will comes to give his ex soup when he finds out he's sick. No one at all finds this suspicious. At. All.

The Boy Under The Monster’s Bed by Wr4tttttthh:

There were deep wounds that needed healing, new and old, physical and otherwise.

Delicate Ghost by hannigramcracker & TimmyJayBird:

She was different- not the ghost of his memories, but something about this bloodied child ripped right at Hannibal's chest, and left him drowning in a cold snow he thought he had left in his childhood, that he had locked away within his skull. Drowning, with only one hand to grasp at, one body to cling to. One man to work him through the trauma and remind him what life was.

You With Those Nails, Me With This Cross by TheBitterKitten:

Will goes too far.

The Distance Is Quite Simply Much Too Far For Me To Row by softhan:

Hannibal is having a rough time recovering from his injuries post-fall, and retreats into himself to avoid confrontation with Will while he's still weak and ill. Having to play happy husbands hardly helps.

Silk and Lace by jonnimir:

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

Not So Fast by scifibabe:

Hannibal wakes from a heated dream with a need that can’t be ignored—and Will, half-asleep but all too eager, is more than happy to help. What begins as a midnight indulgence quickly spirals into an overwhelming game of push and pull, as Will’s relentless appetite pushes Hannibal to the edge and beyond. Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation + Face-Sitting

Hush Now by scifibabe:

What starts as Will stitching up Hannibal's latest hunting injury turns into something else entirely when a teasing "let Daddy take care of you" slips out. It's meant to be a joke--until Hannibal's reaction tells a different story. One playful push leads to another, and soon enough, they're both realizing they might be into this a little more than they expected. Kinktober Day 19: Fisting.

I truly cannot recommend Hush Now enough! It'll live rent free in my mind and heart for the rest of my life ♡

The Antidote To Grief by incidentsofunkownorigins

On Will's idea, they visit Mischa's grave. What Will had hoped to be a healing moment of closure breaks something in Hannibal and he is the only one who can put the pieces back together.

btw i haven't finished this one by incidentsofunkownorigins yet. but i know it's gonna make me wail and sniffle into my sleeve. the cry i fucking crowed in the 3rd paragraph 😭

Pulse Point:

Post-Fall, an injured Hannibal awakes from an erotic dream, desperate and needy, aching for Will's touch.

Marveling at a Spoon by scifibabe:

After a gourmet dinner, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter decide to indulge in something a little more... pedestrian—a joint. As the smoke settles and their usual control begins to loosen, Hannibal finds himself experiencing a sensation he never expected: a heightened sensitivity that unravels him under Will’s teasing touch. What starts as a curious experiment in relaxation quickly turns into a surprising discovery, one that leaves even the meticulous Hannibal completely undone. Will is all too eager to take advantage of his newfound knowledge, and Hannibal, for once, is too overwhelmed to resist.

We Are Now Among The Ruins by ADeedWithoutAName:

Hannibal survived the fall, but not unchanged. He intends to give Will the only gift he now can, and Will intends to honor him in the only way that matters.

A Pinch Of Salt In The Wound

Renderered mute and bedbound post-fall, Hannibal begins to spiral.

Crystalline:

Hannibal becomes blind post-episode 3x13.

Six months have passed since Will pulled them over the cliff. Even in light of their progressing relationship, much of Hannibal still remains a mystery to Will. For reasons unknown, he’s begun to pull away.

A sequel to my housewife Hannibal fic!

Vulnerable Hannibal Fic Rec List

Updated 4/14/2025 with one new addition located at the bottom of the page! A few of these fics are mine, but the rest are some of my favorite fics I've ever read that feature vulnerable Hannibal in various seasons, AUs, and post-canon.

shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn):

Will begins to notice a change in Hannibal's behavior post-fall. He's become something akin to a fretting housewife.

The Ache Against The Wind (Rewritten):

3x13 AU: Will travels into an alternate dimension after plunging into the Atlantic and is confronted with the unexpected aftermath following the removal of Hannibal's toilet in the BSHCI.

Pareidolia:

Six weeks post-fall, Hannibal suffers from a seizure during dinner.

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots:

Six months have passed since Will pulled them over the cliff. Even in light of their progressing relationship, much of Hannibal still remains a mystery to Will. For reasons unknown, he’s begun to pull away. (A sequel to Shrike--my housewife Hannibal fic!)

Between The Hour Of Reprieve:

At the cliff house, Hannibal receives a much-needed-hug.

A Cabin In The Woods by KoolJack1:

Hannibal is thirteen and runs away from the orphanage when he feels that a fate of the elements will be better than the fate of abuse. He finds a small cabin in the woods, thinking warmth will be all he finds. He also finds Will. But who changes who?

this is absolutely amazing. i've never read an AU quite like this. a true masterpiece.

Recipricol Alchemy by Scifibabe:

In the silent echoes of his dreams, Will Graham treads a line blurred between control and chaos, each step drawing him inexorably towards claiming Hannibal as his own. It's a perilous dance on the edge of darkness, where the thrill of possession whispers of a transformation too profound to resist.

one of my faves. i can't even describe how perfect this explores their season 2 dynamic. such a unique trajectory and i am living for it.

Hold Me, Don’t Let Me Go by sourweather:

It's a few months after the Fall when it finally hits him. Hannibal has barely been touched in 3 years. And Will won't let it go on for another moment.

so precious omg. love it

Hosanna In The Highest by sainthannibal:

During the fall, Hannibal receives the brunt of the injuries, which leaves him unable to care for himself. Will discovers how much he enjoys taking care of him.

the post-fall whump is immaculate 🤧 love it

You Made Me Soup by itsybitsylemonsqueezy:

Hannibal comes down with pneumonia while incarcerated. Will decides to make him some soup. Absolutely no one thinks it's strange that Will comes to give his ex soup when he finds out he's sick. No one at all finds this suspicious. At. All.

god, i love this one so much. sick hannibal being hand-fed in the BSHCI? wailing my heart out

The Boy Under The Monster’s Bed by Wr4tttttthh:

There were deep wounds that needed healing, new and old, physical and otherwise.

one of my faves. Will finding Hannibal hiding under the table? a gut punch 😭

Delicate Ghost by hannigramcracker & TimmyJayBird:

She was different- not the ghost of his memories, but something about this bloodied child ripped right at Hannibal's chest, and left him drowning in a cold snow he thought he had left in his childhood, that he had locked away within his skull. Drowning, with only one hand to grasp at, one body to cling to. One man to work him through the trauma and remind him what life was.

so amazing. a unique perspective of how Will would deal with Hannibal becoming distressed while on a case together. one of the first vulnerable hannibal fics i've ever read 🥺

You With Those Nails, Me With This Cross by TheBitterKitten:

Will goes too far.

wailing into my pillow omg this had the perfect amount of angst.

The Distance Is Quite Simply Much Too Far For Me To Row by softhan:

Hannibal is having a rough time recovering from his injuries post-fall, and retreats into himself to avoid confrontation with Will while he's still weak and ill. Having to play happy husbands hardly helps.

my all time fave Hannibal whump fic. the way he's scared Will is disgusted by his accident? eternally sobbing. forever recommending this to anyone who is searching through this rec list.

Silk and Lace by jonnimir:

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

crying because this was so tender and sweet. touch-starved hannibal at the cliff house. chef's kiss.

Not So Fast by scifibabe:

Hannibal wakes from a heated dream with a need that can’t be ignored—and Will, half-asleep but all too eager, is more than happy to help. What begins as a midnight indulgence quickly spirals into an overwhelming game of push and pull, as Will’s relentless appetite pushes Hannibal to the edge and beyond. Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation + Face-Sitting

desperate and needy hannibal. need i say more? loved it 🤭

Hush Now by scifibabe:

What starts as Will stitching up Hannibal's latest hunting injury turns into something else entirely when a teasing "let Daddy take care of you" slips out. It's meant to be a joke--until Hannibal's reaction tells a different story. One playful push leads to another, and soon enough, they're both realizing they might be into this a little more than they expected. Kinktober Day 19: Fisting.

I truly cannot recommend Hush Now enough! It'll live rent free in my mind and heart for the rest of my life ♡

The Antidote To Grief by incidentsofunkownorigins:

On Will's idea, they visit Mischa's grave. What Will had hoped to be a healing moment of closure breaks something in Hannibal and he is the only one who can put the pieces back together.

this is such a beautiful take on Hannibal and Will visiting Lithuania together and how that would impact Hannibal. ♡

Pulse Point:

Post-Fall, an injured Hannibal awakes from an erotic dream, desperate and needy, aching for Will's touch.

Marveling at a Spoon by scifibabe:

After a gourmet dinner, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter decide to indulge in something a little more... pedestrian—a joint. As the smoke settles and their usual control begins to loosen, Hannibal finds himself experiencing a sensation he never expected: a heightened sensitivity that unravels him under Will’s teasing touch. What starts as a curious experiment in relaxation quickly turns into a surprising discovery, one that leaves even the meticulous Hannibal completely undone. Will is all too eager to take advantage of his newfound knowledge, and Hannibal, for once, is too overwhelmed to resist.

god, i loved this so much.

We Are Now Among The Ruins by ADeedWithoutAName:

Hannibal survived the fall, but not unchanged. He intends to give Will the only gift he now can, and Will intends to honor him in the only way that matters.

i rarely read MCD, but this one is so worth the pain. i am eternally sobbing from this 😭 i also cannot recommend this one enough!!

Something Sacred by scifibabe:

In the quiet aftermath of their survival, silence has taken hold. Hannibal hasn't spoken since the night they washed ashore, his voice swallowed by their shared trauma. Will, haunted by the absence of words and the weight of unspoken things, has learned to reach Hannibal through touch, through the quiet rituals of care. When the strain of Hannibal’s pain becomes too much to hide, Will draws a bath—an unspoken offer of comfort. But today is different. Today, beneath the surface of familiar rituals, something stirs. As the warmth of the water surrounds them, walls begin to crack, and a fragile trust, once guarded so fiercely, blooms into something more intimate and vulnerable than either of them anticipated. In the quiet steam of the bath, two men find solace in each other’s arms, where tenderness can no longer be ignored.

this was so beautiful and soft omg. forever wailing about Hannibal asking Will to join him in the bath. ♡

A Pinch Of Salt In The Wound:

Renderered mute and bedbound post-fall, Hannibal begins to spiral.

You Believe Me Like A God:

Hannibal becomes severely injured post-episode 3x13.

compimento by cervviidae:

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

one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read that explore post-fall hannibal being loved with genuine tenderness and affection by Will. one i'll forever recommend.

Solace In Being Heard by air_of_the_Waterfall:

Hannibal is having terrible nightmares, and Will comes up with a rather unexpected method of helping him get a full night’s sleep.

i love that this offers such a unique look into Hannibal's childhood trauma and how it would impact his sleep. can't recommend it enough!

Bright Burn by Shotgun_sinner:

Hannibal suffers life-threatening injuries post-fall. Will makes decisions to save Hannibal, while trying to recover the life with him that he's only just realized he wanted. How far will he go to keep what's his?

the whump is immaculate in this post-fall fic too 🤧

crave, then succumb:

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

chimera of the chapel by bleakmidwinter:

When Will Graham wakes up from a coma three months after the fall, Jack reveals that Hannibal Lecter didn't survive. Outside the realm of Hannibal's influence, Will decides to discover the full truth behind the world's sudden and seeming falsehood. Everybody seems to hold their own opinion on Hannibal's fate, but Will knows better than anyone that trust and honesty are as elusive as death.

incredible. i can't even express how much i loved this. the tender moments and development of their relationship is so beautiful 😭♥️

Keep Me Warm by nbcravenstag:

Will arrives home after walking through a blizzard, fully expecting an angry husband, but instead finds a traumatized little boy, terrified of the cold and haunted by what he's already lost.

the hurt/comfort in this was amazing. love it so much.

Beauty Not Needed Here by kralbellen:

“I know you are in love with me.”

It's not a question but not fully a statement either. A certain amount of doubt colores Will's tone, giving the sentence a nervous lilt.

Hannibal's first instinct is to deny it, in some half-hearted, last effort at self-preservation. He almost smiles – there is no self-preservation left for him when it comes to Will.

Hannibal is asexual. this was so tender and sweet. eternally wailing into my pillow. as someone who's ace this was like a breath of fresh air.

O Holy Night by memequeen1127:

Hannibal gazes at him right back, smiling as if he knows exactly what Will’s thinking. And considering how they know each other inside and out, he very well might.

“Merry Christmas, Will,” he says softly.

Will smiles. “Merry Christmas, Hannibal.”

the sweetest oneshot i've ever read. Hannibal regresses during Christmas and Will is so patient and caring. wailing about this until the end of time 😭🩵

The Perception Of Reality Through Language by Angelic_Disaster:

Hannibal can recognize the factors of trauma in others but not in himself. That's why he denies that there is a reason why he doesn't speak Lithuanian.

sobbing at this for eternity. Will speaking to Hannibal in Lithuanian and then Hannibal breaks down in his arms?? i couldn't ask for anything more beautiful than that in a fic.

Living With A Ghost Of Summer by itsbeautiful:

Based on a requested prompt. Where Will is an idiot, ahem, I mean Will loves Hannibal and tries to surprise him by making a home cooked meal using dishes from Lithuania. Fails spectacularly to lie his way out of it and everything goes horribly wrong. And then they cuddle. The end.

one of my favorites. Will cooks Lithuanian food for Hannibal, who ends up becoming an emotional mess.

Know Me See Me by incidentsofunknownorigins:

On the way to the cliff house, Will makes a decision for himself. Once they get there, he acts on it. But he finds Hannibal is much more deeply broken by his stay at the BSHCI than either of them realized. This time Will must put the teacup back together.

the premise of this fic is something i've been searching for and craving to read for so, so long (eternity, basically) because there can never be enough cliff house fics that explore Hannibal being touch-starved and vulnerable and dealing with the effects of being isolated for three long years. ♡

between here and there by hannigramized:

Will's name is the last word Hannibal spoke in his presence. That was two months ago, directly after the fall, and Hannibal has not said a single word since. Now Will has to navigate through their lives together without Hannibal's voice to guide him.

love this so much! it's the most amazing mute!Hannibal fic i've ever read.

Take Me The Way I Am by Thinminted:

Will didn’t miss Molly, not really, but he occasionally missed who he was when he was with her.

A story about learning to trust your partner with all of yourself.

a very beautiful exploration of Hannibal and Will's developing relationship post-fall.

èclair by cerviidae:

Hannibal touches dough instead of skin. Hannibal is kissed by the feeling of flour on his lips, accidental and impersonal, instead of by the mouth of the man he loves. Three years in confinement had starved him, and now, though his body is healed, his soul remains ravenous. He cleans most of what he can of the whipped cream, scooping it back into another piping bag as he wills himself not to be irrational about this. This mess, this imperfection—it means nothing at all.

amazing post-fall fic about Hannibal's insecurity about being enough to satisfy Will in everyday life and also explores their developing physical relationship and how Hannibal's touch-starved state would have an impact on that. so beautiful. genuinely left me speechless.

Home Is Not A Place by shotgun_sinner:

Post-Fall, Hannibal recovers from his injuries. Will takes care of him, and their relationship evolves much more easily than Hannibal thought it would. The only issue is that Will is a constant presence, and he hasn't had alone time in three years. It ends up not being an issue at all.

one of the first post-fall fics i remember reading years ago that touched on Hannibal's touch-starved state and i've been hooked on that trope ever since lol. always a fave to re-read from time to time.

and the first time that you kissed me, i drank dry the River Lethe by cerviidae:

“Would you like me to come over?”

Silence stretches between them, taut and trembling. Then, the faintest sound—a throat clicking, a breath stalling. Hannibal can already see the war in Will's mind, the reasons she is telling herself not to accept. The burden she is convincing herself she must not be. Hannibal does not give her the chance to refuse.

“I would not mind.” A pause. A breath.

Then, finally, “Yes.”

*this is not a fic focusing on Hannibal's vulnerability, but it is one of my new favorites i've come across.* it's a genderswap AU of an exploration into their physical relationship. Hannibal and Will are both desperate to satisfy the other and it is so tender. this may be hands down the most beautiful smut fic i've ever read?!

earl grey and honey by cerviidae:

Will’s tenderness is a constant. And what a gift it is. Will conjures summer itself through sheer will, as though he could pull Hannibal out of winter’s grasp and set him down in a field of green and gold. Hannibal knows nothing of the ache of bones any longer. His days are filled with cooking and cleaning, the motions of care and love. He kneads dough with his mother’s frantic energy, channels her restless hands into feeding Will, keeping him full. And Will, in turn, keeps him warm. It is love.

any time i read anything by this author, i know i'm about to be wailing my heart out. this is incredible and so lovely.

Verisimilitude by becks:

Will Graham can't believe it when they tell him Hannibal Lecter's dead.

Good. He shouldn't.

(Or: An experimental lobotomy and its unanticipated aftermath.)

i remember reading this years ago and it was so incredible! i've never read a fic with this plot and it was executed perfectly. the end of the last chapter? an absolute masterpiece. i was on the edge of my seat. it's incomplete, but i hope one day the author returns to this fic because it's one of my favorite ever and such a unique exploration of Hannibal and Will's relationship.

Saint Valentine by cerviidae:

Vampire Hannibal Lecter learns what it’s like to love and be loved.

Y'ALL I HAVE NEVER BEEN MOVED TO TEARS BY MORE THAN ONE OTHER FIC. BUT THIS ONE??? I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF READING THIS RIGHT NOW AND I'M GENUINELY ABOUT TO WEEP, BLINKING BACK TEARS BECAUSE THIS IS SO STUNNING AND TENDER AND EVOCATIVE. might also be the fact that i'm listening to Hozier at the same time lol. I CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH. VAMPIRE HANNIBAL BEING LOVED BY WILL SO THOROUGHLY THAT HE'S MOVED TO TEARS?? PERFECTION!! 😭🩷

i don't want to set the world on fire by cerviidae:

Will and Hannibal celebrate Valentine's Day stranded in a fire lookout tower

everyone, go read this asap because it is the most unique and beautiful and perfectly orchestrated exploration of their post-fall dynamic i've ever read. Hannibal's longing for Will in this is so palpable and the desperation he shows for Will when their relationship turns physical? ABSOLUTELY EXQUISITE AND HEARTWRENCHING!! i quite literally just finished reading this and damn was it stunning. still wiping tears from my eyes 😭

i have loved you in a tame way & i have loved you wild by cerviidae:

Will tells himself it don’t matter that he’s got company for this job, tells himself he don’t mind having the kid around, even if it does feel off. He knows he can’t afford to be picky—not in this kind of work, where jobs are hard enough to come by. And maybe if the boy’s just gonna keep ignoring him, they won’t have to cross paths all that much. He’s fine with that. Easier to keep his head down, get through the summer without any trouble. They won’t see each other.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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A Hannibal fic inspired by Brokeback Mountain

Y'ALL, GO READ THIS RIGHT NOW because it contains mute Hannibal and it is one of the most beautiful AU explorations of their relationship i've ever read. chapter 9 in particular made me ugly cry. Will helping Hannibal try to learn to speak again was so unexpected (and i've never seen that happen in a fic before??) also, the progression of Will's struggle with his sexuality and eventually accepting himself and his feelings for Hannibal is so, so beautiful and raw and real. Will treats Hannibal so lovingly in this fic and whenever Hannibal's vulnerability is at the forefront, it never fails to make me weep.

wring me of all the blood i shall bleed:

Post-Fall, Will is growing more and more distant by the day. Hannibal, on the other hand, is unwilling to speak—be it a result of brain damage or a self-imposed state of mutism. Life on the run is as peaceful as it can be. Until Will enters a new relationship in an effort to stem the curious glances and endless questions from the locals.

Lithuanian Words:

Will is trying to find Hannibal to consult with him on a case. He finds Hannibal drunk into an emotional stupor in his study, speaking in a language Will doesn't understand. Filled for a prompt on the Hannibal kinkmeme. Hurt/comfort.

omg this was the very first vulnerable Hannibal fic i read years ago and i can't believe i found it again?!! god i love this so much because Hannibal regresses to speaking Lithuanian when Will stops by (and it's so rare to see in season 1/season 2 fics).

Chiaroscuro by anhthr:

Will carefully adjusted the sling over Hannibal's shoulder, fingers lingering on his skin, sensing when that perfunctory touch transformed into something more profound. The source of this change was nearly impossible to discern. Feeling the genesis of something while being blind to its root was as relieving as it was destabilizing– much like faith.

Hannibal’s gaze fell to the gentle pressure of Will’s fingers as they glided down his arm, casting a wistful look.

"Will your care stem from the same thread as your forgiveness?” Hannibal murmured, his voice cracking from disuse.

omg this post-fall fic is so incredible and beautifully written.

it takes two to burn (it takes one match) by chaplinesque:

Achilles wanted all Greeks to die, for him and Patroclus. His Will wanted to take Patroclus and himself from the Greeks.

or

Hannibal and Will post-fall, where imprisonment affected Hannibal more than either of them thought.

omg the angst and whump in this is perfect, y'all

Guide Me Through Morass, My Love:

Post-Fall. Hannibal wakes up in the Republic of Ireland with amnesia, and is mentally 18 years-old. He finds himself stowed away in a cottage bordered by farmland with a man who knows him intimately—a man by the name of Will. Falling in love and losing one's virginity beneath the scorching sun is not at all intentional, but it feels akin to being revived and bared and bound into new skin—a rebirth.

After the fall, Will begins to notice Hannibal’s behavior is becoming akin to a fretting housewife.

I deleted the old one so I can post the finished first chapter :) (I still have more editing to do but I need my friend to read it for approval)

Jojo school au

Bruabba & Fugio  (ProRis???) gus y not??

Gio: 15 Fugo:15 Naranica: 16 Trish:16 Mista:18 Bruno & Abba: 25

Rest of teachers: 23-42

(gio is an transfer student from japan last year)

Trish moved to Napoli in late June, about a week after the school year ended and lives with her uncle Doppio after her father was stabbed to death by a homeless man on drugs. Doppio is a bit strange, but overall welcoming. This house just so happens to be next to Naranica’s house (and Abbachio’s +bruno, because Narancia’s mother died and his father didn't want him)

Abbacchio is the English teacher. He has a select few favorite students (cough cough NARANCIA cough cough) he’s like a grumpy grouch but he does care.

Bruno would teach social studies (because they are the best teachers. He gives the least amount of homework and actually makes the lessons fun.

People suspect something homosexual going on with Bruno and Abbacchio (they are right. They are married but literally only Trish and Narancia knows about it)

EXPLANATION!: Bruno and Abbacchio are the type of teachers that don't really go into their personal lives at school that much. Narancia & Trish think that its a kind of secret (it really isn't, like they can be seen going home in the same car) so they never tell anyone.

Fugo and Giorno got together last year after a painfully long year of pining for each other 

Narancia treats trish like the sister hes never had and vice versa

Mista is a senior and watches over the rest of the gang, he drives everyone else places.

La Squadra timeeeee

RisPro: Ris is 38 and pro is 35 (they met 7 years ago :[) )

Risotto is the student guidance counselor

Prosciutto is the librarian/music teacher 

Melo-Ghia: ghia:17 melo:18

The rest of them have no ships :) (no sorbet and gelato)

All of them are teachers except for Melone, Ghia, and pesci.

Illuso is a lunch lady (so is Formaggio but instead he hates kids and likes weed

                         TRISH POV

It was a new school year, in a beautiful fall, the leaves of the trees were orange in Napoli and there was a slight chill in the air. The typical friend group of Fugo, Giornio, Mista, Narancia, and Trish (She's a new student, they met her in august) sauntered to their school, they were about a quarter way there.

Fugo and Giorno are hand in hand, (much to the cringing of their peers) as they started going out during the summer. Narancia and Mista were talking nonsense, blabbering about some sport. Trish wasn’t paying attention, still mad at Narancia for his pestilance earlier on the day. Simply because he is a boy doesn’t mean he is above dressing up, right?

Surely she’s never had a brother before, she wasn’t sure how this whole “sibling” thing works. But alas, did he have to refuse trying on clothes for her? They were the same size and all (much to her dismay, but I digress)

She hears her name called out from behind, my my my, it’s the one and only Pesci! They had met at the movies and had become good friends. He asks her what girls like, he has a girl in his class that he wants to impress and Trish is the only other girl he knows (It’s sad, truly). 

“What?” Trish remarked, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't hear over those bumbling idiots (Mista and Naranica) in front of her.

“I said, what kind of gifts do girls like?” Pesci said, raising his voice

“How am I supposed to know?” She retorted back, she was irritable this morning “Go ask Ghiaccio or something…” She grumbled, dismissing him. (Giacchio worked at the movies, the two never really clicked but she knew Pesci was friends with him)

With a sigh, Pesci walked back defeatedly, he was just gonna skip school today then.

Later on, the group arrived at their school, and despite having to go to school and all, her mood was starting to get better. They all waved goodbye as they left for their classes, Fugo and Giorno give each other a kiss before parting.

“Bleh” is all Trish can think before walking off to class.

She sat in the back of the class after having to introduce herself. Her geology teacher, Mr.Secco, look at her as if to judge her out fit, not like he could say anything himself. Compared to her jacket, crop-top, and highwaisted jeans, his outfit looked hideous, with his ground colored turtleneck, dark blue pants, and his ugly orange glasses. The only thing good about him was his hair. 

Anyway, she doodles on her palm as he meanders along about things Trish deems meaningless. She blanks out for the rest of this class until the next teacher comes in.

Trish gets bored and tired quickly, fiddling with her studded earrings, getting to know the people she sat next to (she’s very sociable), she even takes 2 naps.

Were schools in Napoli this boring?

She heads to lunch, looking as if she took a tumbleweed crayon to the face (she didn’t have time to do her makeup this morning and her eyebags r showing 😔)

She scanned the room for her friends, she only saw Fugo and Narancia, what means that either the others are skipping or they got in trouble. She was inclined to believe the latter. But most importantly, why is Fugo here but Giorno isn’t? (Those two are glued by the hip and sometimes, it scares Trish)

She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into Fugo’s business and just sat next to her “brother”.

He starts talking about whatever, Trish doesn’t remember nor care enough to recall what it was. Well she wasn’t paying attention until she heard Giornos name.

“Wait can you repeat that!?” She demanded, it wasn’t really a question. Fugo still sulks, not touching his food. This prompts Trish to grab a grape while Narancia is talking.

“GioGio brought a frog into math so he’s getting detention!” Narancia whines, this means he can’t pester Giorno about homework. Fugo refuses to help him, for his mental heath and for Narancia physical.

A sigh of relief leaves Trish, she thought Fugo and Gio broke up! That would be a hell storm for the entire friend group and a pain in the ass to deal with.

…

“Anything worth gossiping about?” Trish sighed out resting her head on her palm

“Mr.Nero and Mr.P were caught kissing today” Fugo says, giving her the same attitude.

Trish stood up quickly and slammed her palms on the table, startling the tired albino “Holy shit! Wait whattt! You’ve know about that and DIDN’T tell me?!?!” She snaps at Fugo, he had gossip and yet he was just letting her rot away without knowing. That should be a crime!

…

A bunch of people were staring as the room hushed. Trish cleared her throat and sat back down, her face coated in embarrassment. She quietly and quickly apologized and the room went back to its former state. 

Narancia bursts out laughing once the sound is back, Trish shoots him a glare. His annoyingly innocent laugh was enough to trick some adults, but not her. 

“You better expect a beating when we get home” She warns, Narancia stops, not wanting to be hit by a slipper again.

Eventually, it was time for them to head back to class. She sits near the front this time, Mr.Abbacchio will be here soon and he would want Trish to sit up front. 

He enters the room with a “I don’t wanna be here, fuck you all” expression, aka his resting face. Trish lets her bubblegum pink hair (A color around FF5C8A 😋) out of her ponytail, letting it fall to her shoulders. The hair covers up the earbuds in her ear, they were a birthday gift from Mista (the only one she used often).

Assuming it was her Walkman, Narancia’s old one from years back, she hit play on the music. She was fully expecting Cyndi Lauper and the Spice Girls. She was then greeted by “Uh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want-“ She nearly screamed. Narancia what the fuck! She looked down at the Walkman and saw the Doggystyle CD in there. She grunts annoyed as she removes her earbuds, Abbacchio’s hoarse voice filling her ears instead.

The day was long and tiresome (you could say she’s had a “Hard Days Night”), she had walked home with Narancia, not bothering to wait for Giorno in detention like Mista and Fugo. Once at her house, she had laid in her bed. She heard a knock on the bedroom door. 

“Come in..” She tiredly announced.

Doppio walked into the room with a cup of tea. Trish smiled wearily as he set it on her night stand. Seeing the mood she was in, he hadn’t said anything. He only kissed her forehead, like her father used to, and left. Trish drank some of the tea, it scalded her throat and she decided to wait for it to cool down a bit.

She walks to the window facing Narancia’s house. It was getting dark out so it was easier to tell he was still up. She picked up a large flashlight from under her windowsill (for communication purposes) and shone it at his window. She had put a hot pink film over the flashlight so now it shone pink. He opened his curtains and she turned out the light.

“WHAT!” He shouted so she can hear him

“ASK MR.BUCCIARATI IF I CAN COME OVER! ALSO DONT YOU DARE ASK MR. ABBACCHIO, HES GONNA SAY NO!” She yelled back. 

Narancia closed his curtains as she waited at her window. About 5 minutes later, she saw a silhouette at the window, Narancia peaked his head out the window again and yelled “SORRY, WE CAN’T RIGHT NOW, THEY SAID THEY ARE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!”.

With a groan of disappointment, she closes her window, shuts her curtains, and sits on her bed, waiting for the day to be over.

idk if I’m gonna try to get an ao3 account but I enjoyed writing this, feedback is appreciated :))))

EDIT: I meant tumbleweed as an adjective, not a noun 😔

Who will know?

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Darkness chants from above, heads of light come down upon me; bursting agony reigns in flesh- and I feel it.

A noose of survival hangs from sky, and so I follow.

"ROOAAR!"

boiling substance writhes beneath dorsals; waiting- watching them, and I feel sorry. So, so sorry.

My figure curves downward, thighs buckling as posture accommodates.

Ungodly light pulsates inward- it harnesses me. Energy swells along my spine.

Teeth clatter as one jaw splits into 2.

If i die

Phantom scorching rises up my throat as it travels, purple light turns to black-

In this world

I'm vomiting- gurgling up this substance that I dont know; I can't breathe, I can't move I can't I can't I can't-

Who will know

It billows out my mouth, vapor pouring from every tear it can possibly find.

Something of me

A hint of a spark claws at the back of my throat; the blackness flows more intensive now, covering everything below me. Good.

I am lost

I can't see?- Something just covered my eyes. Maybe it's the blackness?..no. It's too thick, even for that. Too..organic. too..moving.

No one knows

I hear a soft [click] in my jaw.

There's no trace

Unyielding heat escapes me, flesh rendered dead as pure pain guzzles out my jaw like air.

Of my yearning

Grey is replaced by yellow- then orange, then nothing. Gone, reduced to marks below.

If I die

Heat softens into a line-

But I must

Hallowed light beams from my already healed jaw.

In this world

My head tides upward, the sky is almost comfort in face of..me.

Carry on

The purple streak glides across black with my vision, before it hurdles the tiniest flash of orange.

Who will know

My neck wrings down once again, jaw closing in what feels like relief.

Nothing worse

A leg stomps into the ground, as the very tremor of my back turns to light- just like my mouth.

Something of me

Utter shame echoes from my hind, stray lines connecting with something up there.

Can befall

It stops. And maybe I think it's over. But it never is.

I am lost

My maw opens again- renewed vigor in it's cause. Why?

All my tears

The small ones structures tumble and collapse infront of me, cracks of orange appearing across them as my light crosses their path.

No one knows

My head lulls upward, and my light slides across the air.

All my fears

The small ones many structures go before me, even far out of my sight.

There's no trace

The strength of heat fills my vision once more, as all of their creations bleed orange. Because of me.

Tell my heart

My light is gone- replaced by the searing heat again. My throat aches, but not as bad as before.

Of my yearning

Destruction stops, as my mouth fills with air. Finality is what I could call this. Or maybe self-pity.

there's a hole

I walk from my own mistakes. Everything feels so..tiring now. So..so tiring..

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Finally finished this. I know this is poorly written, I know its way too long after I published the poll, and I know its dissapointingly short. Sorry, ig. Be excited for md x mg part..4 or something? forgot, anyway yeah be excited for that I suppose (idk don't get ur hopes that high up)

Meeting of the tortured

(shin meets 1954)

In which 2 creatures who share all-famliar pain, finally meet.

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Step....

Step...

Step..

Step.

"Why?"

That's what I ask myself.

Or, atleast..

..

Yeah. that's what I want to ask.

I want to ask my body why it keeps moving.

I want to ask my legs why they keep walking.

I want to ask my arms why they keep twitching.

..

No.

I don't.

I don't want to ask them that, sorry.

..I just want to ask myself that.

I need to ask myself 'why?' after every movement;

Because if I don't..

T-then I'm afraid I'll stop.

..yet,

Isn't that what I wanted?

..

I'm so, so afraid.

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Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

CRUNCH.

"Finally."

That's what I can say to myself now. Now that they're paying for their actions.

Good.

It's been much too long since humanity has faced this prejudice..

They needed a reminder.

A reminder of wh-

ROAR!

..huh?

what.

what did I jus...

..huh?

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is..is that..something like me?

..

..no. I must be seeing things.

my eyes must have twisted to show things. this can't be happening.

..please. it can't.

there cannot be another being with my pain.

no one deserves it.

..but.

..but maybe. Just maybe, I can- dare i say..trust myself?

I dont have to hurt anymore. not with someone here with me. not with someone who shares my torture.

..torture.

that's all it is. they dont deserve that..

no one deserves this life.

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PART 1 -- COMPLETED

AFTER NOTES:

fairly fun to write. not that much content.

I actually started this before mg x md (mechagodzilla x murder drones), but only finished it now since I was low on motivation.

I'll do a part 2 to make them actually interact at an unspecified date, I really only finished this so I could tie up loose ends and put all my attention on mg x md part 2.

anyway, hope u had a good read, see u guys in the next post.

MONSTERVERSE

x

MURDER DRONES

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MECHAGODZILLA - PART: 1

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..if I had to say the biggest understatement on Copper-9, It'd be how much the weather-

FRIGGIN' SUCKS!

I mean- sure, "We're temperature resistant robots, Uzi!" And!?- it's still AWFUL!

It doesn't help when you're searching for a creepy old facility in the middle of NOWHERE!

I- "Uhm..Uzi. Not to be rude or anything like that, becauseIwouldneverberudetomyfriends- but..you kind of-"

"What he means to say is that you walked into a tree face-first, idiot."

...

I can almost feel my circuits popping.

"How about you spend more time searching instead of treating me like such a prick!"

"Aw, is the mirror-cracker getting mad?"

"Argh- why yOU-"

"WOAH WOAH NOw- let's not fight, right? guys?..please?"

I swear if I didn't stop my boot from hitting the ground, she would be meeting her boss!

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Sometimes..I think Uzi is a bit..unhinged.

Others- well..it's usually V.

I just- I don't get it.

Why do we have to fight all the time?

It's not like we have to.

And it's definitely not like they want to..atleast Uzi doesn't.

so..why?

..I hope that sigh doesn't get commented on.

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Of all the drones I could of been stuck with, it had to be an emo and her lapdog.

...

I really hope this is worth it.

Because if not?

Well, let's just say;

N's gonna need a new rock friend.

..

Ugh, can't a girl sadistically grin without being stared at for it?

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..weirdo.

Ugh, anyway- bunker. Gotta keep searching.

We've gotta be close. I just know it!

Where else would a secret underground bunker be BESIDES in the middle of a forest, anyway?

[pop]

huh?- Oh, bunker door.

..

Wait wh-

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PART 1 - FINISHED

After notes:

utter pain to write this chapter. genuinely.

I couldn't think of shit on how they'd find the bunker so I just made it a straight bs lucky find, not to mention the character interactions.

V was the biggest fuckin pain to write cuz I know jackshit about how she'd normally act mostly. (I know some stuff, but im not exactly a V fan.)

N was the easiest, his thoughts were kinda hard but he's fairly straightforward as a character, though maybe im just good at dissecting personalities.

Uzi was medium. Her speech and thoughts were fairly easy, but she acts calmer than I remember, so it was hard finding the right balance.

I know I mischaracterised her a bit, but im sure as hell not going back and redo'ing it. this singular part has took me a week to think and write about, (mostly thinking) nagging my mind every damn second.

second chapter should be alot easier since im fairly confident I can write the bunker exploration. I already have a general plot for the bunker and the art thumbnail which is likely gonna be rly hard to draw, but hopefully look worth it.

enough rambling in notes, otherwise this is gonna get longer than the actual part. see ya in the next post.

oh, one more thing-

yes, hopefully, I will write other titans' parts. I'm planning to write a shin crossover, though it'll be its own separate fic, if you guys so desire, I'll post a poll between an interconnected universe for parts or not.

wanted to write cuz I saw this weird as fuck fic about shin goji so I needed to write smth better out of spite, fic is under cut, if ur here for my art only u can skip this post

Legendary Mechagodzilla

VS

Shin Godzilla

UFT: Unidentifiable titan

Supercharged protons disintegrated the side of mountain in which I clawed my way out of.

All systems operational.

Power at 100%.

Confirmed location: Hong Kong.

Large civilian life detected, maintain caution.

One titan detected.

Maintain civilian awareness while exterminating titan.

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It hurt. (But it always does..doesn't it?)

Organs twisting to meet themselves twice over, skin welding inwards and outwards at the same time- the same sufferingly fast pace.

Oh god, it hurts. Please make it stop.

I don't want to survive. Not like this.

Please...

Another step- this time my foot reaches through sleek metal, then softness. Maybe another crushed family.

Please..

I trudge onwards.

Red bursts out of a large mountain across the human structures from me, seemingly never ending- even clouds part for it.

Have humans really begun using new forms of constructs that can do..this?

Nevertheless.

I must live.

I don't want to..

More red appears through the smoke, 2 glowing lights- then silver, a large metal thing has come out. Boring resemblance to..

This must be humans work, then. To make something..

Something like ME.

It will not kill me. I won't allow it.

I can't allow it.

...

It seems it's noticed my presence.

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Unidentified titan.

Directive: Exterminate.

Hydraulics push forward, propulsion occurring within boosters posthaste. Optics have already deconstructed the UFT, extermination should be imminent.

Visible weaknesses:

• Weak upper body.

• Small eyes, possibly primitive peripheral vision.

• Cracked skin.

• unprotected head, focusing on jaw.

Advised battle strategy: Monopolise on UFT's flawed nature; dominate in CQC.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

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The same damn explosives as humans come from rising boxes on the metallic fakes shoulders, supersized.

I brace for impact as the familiar orange pain rockets towards my ches-

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Missiles successfully hit weaknesses on the UFT. A gurgle-imitation of a roar emits, possibly pain induced.

• UFT can possibly feel pain.

• Vision neutralised.

• Mouth neutralised.

Transient strategy: Advance upon and attack while the target is wounded.

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It hurts so much- so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so s-

What just happened.

Why can't I see. Or move my mouth?

Where's the pain in my chest?

I feel bile and blood slop out my jaw in nigh-chunks. The numerous tears and scorch marks don't help.

A vile imitation of a roar makes it's way from the mechanical abomination in front, it's coming towards me now.

..no.

I won't die like this.

Blackness replaces bile.

Heat replaces blood.

I will live.

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The UFT began emitting pyroclastic flow from it's throat, an instantaneous scan of the substances molecular make-up confirmed that.

March onwards, heat could not and will not affect me. Not to any capacity.

Earlier data cross-referencing dictated a similarity to Gojira, atleast appearance wise. These scans have proven that similarity correct, even more so due to the nature of it's abilities.

Additional transient strategy: Disable throat entirely in case of possible atomic breath.

I continue forward. Drones deployed from beside my upper dorsal plates, opening fire on the UFT instantaneously.

The titan's throat was torn in too many places for respiration to occur, energy levels should decrease dramatically over a short time period.

1.3 seconds after impact occurred, the UFT recoiled and ceased production of all visible pyroclastic flow.

Additional transient strategy: Begin CQC while target cannot breathe ASAP.

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Pain is scorching down my neck in droves, I can't feel air-

My defense has ceased. The blackness pours back down my muscles in desperation.

What I see from spots of my vision I've regained is glowering re-

CRACK

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The UFT's jaw is torn from the head, landing on an empty road. Boiling blood spews from the wound onto my left hand, swirling saws vaporising any flesh they contact as i dig deeper into the UFT's upper mouth. I should reach the brain within 2.4 seconds.

UFT's blood is dangerously hot, block blood leakage ASAP to protect civilian life and reduce collateral damage.

Additional transient strategy: Pierce brain to kill.

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I can feel my jaw dissapearing- and then the sensation of my mouth being cut up like cattle.

Kill me..

NO.

I refuse. I MUST refuse. My tail- I need my tail.

Purple swirls through my muscles and slides it's way down the shaft. The tip of my tail heats up, searing fles- ignore the pain.

No- sto-

A beam fires from it, I need to hit that thing.

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Detection of atomic breath-like energy flow within tail. Prevent usage immediately.

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Finally, I can protect mys-

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SCREE-

My tail scarfs into the UFT's, paralysation incurs.

Atomic energy flow prevented.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

I would make sure of it.

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Desperation.

Fear anger courses through me.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

I don't feel my tail.

I can't move my tail.

Why?

Why is nothing working?

I-

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Remains of the UFT's brain matter dissipate on contact with me.

Titan demonstrated high-speed regeneration of it's eyes.

Highly suggested transient strategy: Remove all regenerative capability immediately.

Protons supercharge and begin movement within, centrifugal force is intensified along my maw as energy swells up. Electrical currents divert and dorsal plates generate pathways upwards-

Supercharged protons fire from within my mouth- forming a beam towards the UFT.

Impact.

Subsequent heterolytic cleavage occurs.

Ionisation wreathes pairs and induces sub-atomic chaos within the UFT's cells.

Disintegration is imminent.

...

...

...

Titan exterminated.

My contribution to @fluffbruary 2025 I don't know if I'll do another day, and this is technically a day late, but here it is.

Day 1

I used dark and wander, but it ended up having a mind of its own.

Words: 550

Ship: Neil x Todd

There were just some things about Neil that Todd would never be able to understand about him. Like how he was able to light an entire room up and make the most boring topics some of the most interesting and many more things he found himself cherishing anyway, which is why he found himself wandering through the woods in the middle of the night with Neil clinging to his arm, which Todd could just make out he was beaming from the way the moonlight was hitting his face.

‘Neil, baby, where are we going?’ Todd asked, placing a gentle kiss to his neck when they suddenly stopped in a clearing. Neil looked just as lost as Todd was feeling but he still had the brightest smile on his face that continued to melt Todd into a puddle, like it always did. ‘I don’t know.’ Neil replied through a breath, his voice sounding higher pitched and airier than usual, that Todd couldn’t help himself from laughing as he brought Neil into a kiss. The moon went behind the clouds plunging them both into darkness, he felt Neil tense slightly, uncomfortable being in complete darkness, but Todd just kissed him again wrapping his arms around Neil’s waist and pulling him in close. Neil, predictably, was soothed instantly melting against Todd, one of his hands shyly making its way into his hair while the other wrapped around his neck.

There was something about kissing that always made Neil so incredibly shy, it was something that Todd had always been the one to initiate. Todd guessed that he should have seen that one coming Neil being a person who would be flushed for several minutes after being the one to give Todd a kiss on the cheek, whose favourite movie was Bambi and hid himself from the on screen kiss in sleeping beauty when they went to see it in cinema. Any other physical contact though was a different story, Neil thrived on hugs and cuddles, hand holding the works. It was something that Todd probably should have seen coming as well, and it was a trait of Neil’s that always made Todd’s cheeks burn a bright pink. Neil has always been a tactile person, always leaning on their friends, asking for hugs and sneaking into Todd's bed for cuddles during the night.

Todd found himself gently swaying them to the soft breeze of the wind through the trees, just kissing Neil and holding him close with all the love he could possibly express, coming nowhere near to the amount he actually felt for the other boy. This. This was the life. This was everything Todd could have ever asked for. Neil was everything he could have ever asked for and more. And as Todd kissed Neil that little bit deeper, moving a hand up to Neil’s cheek so he could feel the blush coating the other boy's cheeks, he couldn’t stop smiling. Neil was his everything, Todd never thought he had anything, but now, against all odds, he has everything. This perfect boy was all his, this perfect boy he would wander to the end of the world for, this perfect boy that had managed to consume his entire life in all the right ways.

His perfect boy.

Doing a drawing every five kudos to celebrate!

He takes to the streets, clothed in darkness and itching for a fight, and Peter finds it. Again, and again, and again. He’s quiet this time, his voice too hoarse from tears to speak, too enraged to do anything other than scream. So the only sounds that fill the warehouses are the dull pangs of fists and blood splatters. Knuckles hitting flesh, and screams echoing off of stained walls.

One day, when the nights calm, Peter will be disgusted by the monster who stalked the streets, for once his knuckles red from another man’s ichor. Today, he feels righteous.

OR

When Spider-Man loses it all, will a deal with Deadpool save them both?

Chapter one of my slow burn spideypool fic!

The man he’s holding by the shirt slumps to the ground as his grip unfolds. His knuckles ache, but his heart still itches for another fight.

Sensing his intentions, Wade clears his throat. “Not here for a fight! Though I’d totally love to see you kick my ass, several times, with your hand-“

“Shut up.”

“Yep! Lips are sealed.” He mimes the motion of zipping up his mouth, then shudders as if the very thought would drive him mad.

“What do you want with me?”

PART ONE AND TWO OF WARM BODIES: posting this again cause duh, self promotion luvs 💕💅✨

Do you love angst? Do you love boys in love? Do you Love fix-it and MORE angst? READ THEM

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First Fic will be going up tomorrow.

Yep my first fic and first chapter of Piezoelectric will probably be going up tomorrow morning for me so, I'm going to try and work out the tags, we'll see how that goes.

Chapter four of my book The One and Only Ouroboros is out!

Also I know I haven’t posted in a while but I’ve just been busy, I was out of the house interacting for most of the day these past few days so I haven’t had much time to post

However! This chapter includes both an easy riddle and a complicated math problem!

Here’s the math problem and it’s answer

But you’ll have to read the chapter to see the incredibly easy riddle

It’s on Wattpad!

Officially finished part 6 of the fic I’m writing…. It officially also has more words than the actual books I’m writing.

3226 words in one part I’m not okay someone help—

currently writing a Miguel fic in The Long Dark AU (amazing game to those who don't know it)

#one-terrified-to-lose-the-reader-miguel-to-go-please

CHAPTER FIVE IS DONE WOOOOOOOOO

*Ehem*. Now, in a more important matter,