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Will looks at Abigail sometimes like he wants something like her, and even Hannibal finds it impossible to tell if it’s Garret Jacob Hobbs peering out from underneath his furrowed brow or just the abrupt loneliness of middle age and no one to call his own.
But it was Hannibal insisting on the surrogate fatherhood, no matter the ends that justified it.
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Near the end of season one, Hannibal Lecter finds himself pregnant. Now he has to decide what he's going to do about it.
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Will gets to his unsteady feet, shoulder knocking into Hannibal’s as he draws closer, and wryly murmurs, “She’s under the impression I’m going to seize at home where no one can find me.”
His elbows and knees throb unhappily when he stands, joints hot and grinding together. Hannibal catches him at the bicep, hand softening to his elbow as Will finds his balance. Even through his coat, the light touch stings his overexposed skin. He smells like his office—paper, leather, the vague chalky smell of old plaster, the warmth of an old fireplace gently used. Will wants to close his eyes to it, and imagine the quiet low light of the red walls on the backs of them.
Hannibal leans in, eyes shining and conspiratorial, and says kindly, “She’s not wrong.”
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Brief canon divergence at the beginning of s1ep12, Relèves: if Will had been released from the hospital before Georgia was burned alive, and needed someone to make sure he didn’t continue to seize his first night back at home.
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Alana knew what it looked like when a girl burned alive. She hadn’t known Georgia Madchen personally, haunting her own life and sloughing off bloodless skin by the ream, but she’d seen the way Will watched her obliquely from the doorway. A hyperbaric Sleeping Beauty in her glass coffin, not Joan of Arc fixing her gaze on a crucifix’s bleeding brow as her fat spat and liquified, as her eyes went runny. Georgia had died for the crime of getting better, for remembering, for being the recipient of the kind of tenderness from Will that made Abigail Hobbs go sharp-eyed and fawn-still.
Alana was starting to understand that she nearly died for the same reasons, blinking away the retinal burn image of Abigail with her watery mouth and whites of her eyes glossy. Scared.
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A series of snapshots of Alana and Margot growing closer together over the course of Season 3A.
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Margot has never known what it’s like to have everything she wants, but those smart little letters so black on a sea of white paper, XY, means she’s about to find out. She watches the doctor flip out the stirrups and her wife settle into them and lets the acetic sting of the OB/GYN office sit heavily in her nostrils. She imagines herself there and her throat burns with bile and the world goes black at the edges until she reminds herself to breathe through the shimmering bursts of rainbow static. Shame creeps in, shadow-footed next to it, as she traces the efficiency of gloved hands, the careful press of a palm to one slender thigh, attentive and competent.
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Margot has a latent medical kink and also a lot of medical trauma, and with a wife who is a doctor, there's only one way to work through that.
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His mouth twitches. “Why waste your breath when you’d already made up your mind?”
“I can still be surprised. I can still be wrong,” Graham says. He pulls and pushes at the meat of his hands, works the heels together in a way that seems like it hurts him and says, gentler than Frederick has ever heard him, “Take your shower, Frederick.”
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Chilton’s shower at Will Graham’s house in “Yakimono” goes a little differently.
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a series of canon compliant margot/alana stories. these can all be read separately and aren't directly linked, but i like to think of them all as happening in the same universe. listed in chronological order by where they appear in canonverse in relation to each other, not strictly by posting date.
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Nightmares brought on by a gruesome case lead Will to some unorthodox therapy in the form of a YouTube cooking channel.
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23 Aug 2026
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Molly thinks later that Alana Bloom must be more than certain that Hannibal Lecter will decline her request. That even suggesting it was possible was a small deceit to get Molly off the phone. Molly can’t say she disagrees with the methodology. She’s never taken no for an answer without hearing it a few times first.
The form is sent to Molly’s work email without any more fanfare than the first one she received that evening, arriving with a little chime next to her pot full of pasta water. It is innocuous and small on the screen - just a requisite questionnaire that is mostly contact information that will be redacted, and a nondescript box requesting the purpose of her visit.
The text field beneath sits insidiously smug, cursor waving to her with its blinking. It insists on her brevity - one-thousand and two-hundred characters or less, if she would please.
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Will Graham can't stop pretending to be Molly Foster's perfect person. Molly, in great naivete, thinks she should learn how to return the favor for the long term health of their marriage.
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04 Apr 2026
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They say love heals all wounds. They’re wrong. It doesn’t. Loving someone doesn’t mean wanting to have sex with them, and sometimes sex is important.
A study in a mixed orientation life partnership.
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13 Aug 2025
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well, that's the way I've always heard it should be by bluecarrot
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
28 Jul 2025
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Hannibal makes an offer; Will refuses.
(Then he changes his mind.)Bookmarked by chaotic_plotter
22 Jun 2025
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Technically, Will offers it to him twice.
“I’d wager this flannel saw the Oklahoma City Bombing, judging from the age and general tatteredness of it - a favorite of yours? Wrested from the depths of the FBI’s evidence storage?” asks Hannibal, looking over the fabric. If he is disgusted by the sheen of oil in the threads, he shows nothing of it.
Will smiles, unoffended. “Older and worse than that,” he says. “Be careful with it.”
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(Will is a selkie, and can barely tolerate being without his skin. Hannibal can't tolerate being without it at all.)
Bookmarked by chaotic_plotter
11 Apr 2025